Common Sense of a Warrior

"... oh, Louis. It was just fine. Here's the paperwork and this one is also extra. Both, due in three days."

I shoved it in and nodded as I learned to kill my father, Romel, who told me like nothing in front of the documents that were mountainous.

My father gave me the paperwork so that I could learn practice in practice.

... However, if you look at it from me, I feel the lack of water in the fact that if my father takes it seriously, it will be over in a day.

"I get it, yeah, I get it. Instead, don't go to the city today and stay in the mansion. I wanted to check some of the documents I gave you earlier."

"Uh... okay, okay"

As my father gave up, he nodded.

"In the meantime, I'll leave this with you"

Same amount I brought... or I left the room with a little more.

Unexpectedly sigh at the weight that passes firmly into your arms.

I left the hallway and started walking towards my room.

Secondly, I do my gaze in the direction of the tower from the window.

What I remember was a girl named Mary I met over there.

... I learned the reward of the bandit crusade while I was helping my father.

If that's her vendetta, I think it's a compliment.

… but at the same time, certain questions arise.

I wonder what she thinks of it…

She said it was the only choice she could make, whether she had nothing to lose or get...

... Then what about after you were avenging him?

When I heard her say that, it was the most I could think of.

Pour everything you have, aim only to achieve it, throw everything else away...... and yet, what if that goal disappears?

The more you pour in, the deeper your sense of loss will be when that goal is lost.

That's when I thought about it, I got worried about her.

Hilariously by the time it's dangerous, there's something about her that keeps running toward purpose in a straight line.

If it was just for the purpose of revenge, that he was weeping that he regretted losing to others, or that he was smiling that he was just going his way.

When it's gone, what will she cry and laugh at?

Wouldn't you be annoyed by the sense of loss?

I was wondering if it would break.

Yes, I got worried.

Again, put your gaze back on the papers.

I feel bad about her, but going to the tower for a while to come won't come true.

Because I keep running for my goals, too.

Still, after hearing the reward, I sprained some time and went to the tower, but I couldn't see him in the end.

... so at least I left a letter.

It's the first time for him to write a letter or something other than an official one, and it's a good memory that I got a lot lost.

Just, three lines.

How lost were you in writing those three lines?

The next time I see you, I hope you're at least mad at me.

If you haven't been crushed by a sense of loss, closed your mind, and left your emotions behind, that's fine.

About that, I wondered how much better he would have been to be irrationally angry and mourning that he had been deprived of his purpose.

Since when did that lively girlfriend's face come to think it was preferable?

Since when do I want to see it forever?

Like an aristocratic child, she barely put her emotions on her face, but rather than just laughing softly, crying, laughing, angry... honestly twirling and changing her emotions. Her it looked so radiant.

"... excuse me, Master Louis. Lady Romel is here for you."

One of my servants called out to me when I was stopping.

"My father?... Ok. I'm sorry, but leave this paperwork in my room."

"I'm in awe"

... Anyway, let's just get rid of the job in front of us.

I felt that way again, and I headed to my father's room.