Common Sense of a Warrior

Cancún...... and the sound of shooting at each other sounds.

"That's it! Winner, Das!

The referee called his opponent by name.

As I sigh and gather my simulated sword for battle, I leave the arena.

The usual practice menu.

But the sight in your eyes is not the usual.

This is the Marquis Anderson residence in Wangdu.

After that burglary noise, I was secretly coming to this separate residence in the King's Capital.

... For some reason, I remain a guard and shadow fighter setup.

The real me, it seems, is that the shock of the burglary noise is too great to fall and is being rehabilitated in one countryside of Anderson Marquis Territory.

... Well, I guess it's also a problem that I, the nobleman's child, wave the big hand and wave the sword.

Well, that's nothing good.

In the Wang capital, not only the escorts but also the National Army and the Knights will participate in your father's training, so there will be more variations in their opponents.

I have a new discovery inside and it's fun.

Lady...... it wasn't, even if I had to stay in the room without my original room available.

Thanks to this, I basically got a habit of doing things around me.

... I feel like I'm living an increasingly distant life from the Marquis.

Anyway, I don't know what your father meant.

... At this time, why did you let Wang Du come?

Speaking of which I don't know, so does your father.

I don't know why, but since my burglar scene, your father feels alive.

It's like losing my shoulder strength and returning to my original father......

Well... even if I say it's changed, it's good because I feel like I'm headed for something better.

It's been a long time since I've seen you raise your voice and laugh with your men.

Besides, your father isn't the only one who's changed.

Me, too.

That day, I fought for the first time.

It's not a mock fight, like right now.

It took people to live and die, a real battle.

I will never forget that moment.

I couldn't eat dinner for a while.

I suffered from the pretense and had many sleepless nights.

But I've never felt more alive than at that moment.

The blood was so hot that it seemed to boil, but my consciousness was so cold deep in me, and my body was trembling with so much tension that I couldn't feel any more.

That feeling creeps into the depths of my body and I can't leave.

... even though it is. No, is that why?

I'm not feeling well these days.

The same is true of earlier games, but they are no longer winning stars at all.

My body is not following my image.

Because of that, I get upset.

... shouldn't.

I'm still weak.

What do you proclaim weak, such as the inability of your body to keep up with your own image?

I held my fist in good stead, as I admonished myself.

"Hey, Mel! Gather around."

"Yes!"

Seniors call me, I follow.

It has always been called by that name, so it was completely stained.

While I was walking, my gaze from the faces gathering in the same way pierced me and hurt.

To the situation, I exhale my inner sigh.

... In Marquis Anderson territory, this was also the case when I started getting people to participate in training.

But the situation seems to be worse now than before.

Sometimes I'm twice as small as a person.

I can see how such a girl can take the voice of her heart that such a weak person is taking part in the training of a general that everyone yearns for...

Above all, however, my gaze hurts because of the reaction of the noble knights.

I am an escort and shadow fighter, so externally I am supposed to be a civilian.

Knights who have never spent time with civilians are so bad at dealing with civilians.

People in the National Army seem to be dissatisfied with it on the inside, and so do I.

He seems to have a pretty good attitude towards your father's side, even among the military.

I'm not the only one in town who thinks you should follow home.

When I finished my training, I went inside the mansion.