Common Sense of a Warrior

"Why......!? Why did your father tell you to throw away your sword?

I stuffed your father, yes.

But your father doesn't change one expression.

"Why, etc... You're the Marquis, aren't you? Isn't political marriage a natural duty?"

Calm everywhere, voice color.

"... eh"

And he poked at me for being absolutely natural, and on the contrary, I was more stuck in words.

"Until now, it wasn't normal. You were allowed to have the sword while the marquis, it was only until now. … From now on, you should learn the lady's preferences at your fiancée"

"I don't like it......! I, I..."

"This is a decision! No objections allowed!

Your father's anger fell on me, who defied him.

To the passion of your father, who sees it outside of training, I stop thinking completely.

"... face-to-face with the Duke of Almeria's house in a week"

Leaving that word behind, your father was left.

I'm left standing on the spot for a while.

But his strength fell out of his whole body, and he sat down as if he had lost his hips.

... I didn't know why.

Suddenly I thought your father had summoned me, and he told me that he had decided to get engaged to the Duke of Almeria's family.

If you laugh at me for what you're joking about, I'll be returned with a serious face saying 'it's a decision'.

Omake told me that as "Marquis" and "Duchess of the Future", the training of swords would henceforth be strictly prohibited.

... really, what the hell happened to this?

ragged and something in me breaks down.

Until now... even if we continue down the path we set ourselves to achieve our goals, that path has eventually crushed.

... disappeared as if the goal itself had been a bluff.

Still, if I don't want to waste my share of effort moving forward, I definitely don't want to deny myself... from that thought I could excite myself.

But this is different.

All the time, there was my will on the road across from me.

It was none other than myself who chose the path to the future to follow.

... even though your father thought you were acknowledging that freedom.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to take the sword or anything.

Because your father's right, it can't be 'Marquise'.

Now I'm proud of my sword… above all, I've even been deprived of the freedom to choose my future.

...... The despair deprived of it is enormous because he had hopes for the future such as dreams and freedom.

"Ahhh...... ahhh!

I was about to be crushed by stretching despair, and I screamed out of my mind.

... why, why, why?

Why is this happening?

What was wrong?

Was it something I was free to do?

Have you ever dreamed about it?

... or was it all wrong from the start?

Naturally no one answers my inner inquiry.

The anger I couldn't hit anywhere was eroding my mind.

As I exhale that burning emotion, I keep screaming as far as my voice goes.

... so, when my voice completely withered away.

I stood up pretentiously.

It was as if after a full walk of disease, it was white in my head.

Blurry, I was unconsciously going back to my room.

Gently, put your hands on the window.

... I found out my vengeful opponent was gone, like then.

The chilling sensation coming from my fingertips calmed my mind just a little bit.

Do you meditate on your eyes as you did then?

If you don't want to see anything, if you don't want to hear anything, you want to be isolated from everything?

... No.

Because I still want to dream.

The path to be taken, though it has not yet been chosen… because the moment I give up dreaming, the path will crumble in the true sense.

That day... let me scratch you, didn't I tell Louis that?

Guh, I grabbed my fist.

And when I took the sword of love, which had not yet been confiscated because I had kept it in my room, I left the room as it had been played.

Though I still remained confused in my head, I quickly exit the mansion while erasing the signs.

That's how he slammed through the garden and headed to the servant's gate, not the main gate.

Later, almost outside the world... and I think I'll see the gates gradually getting closer and bigger.

Never a planned action...... the result of letting yourself be impulsive is the sight now.

... What can a little girl like me do if she goes out on her own like this?

Such a question passes my head.

But I immediately drove the question into a corner.

... only giving up and stopping my legs, because I never wanted to.

So in the end, I just have to keep moving on.

Let's get out of this mansion first, and then we'll think about the rest...

"... I didn't know you were really getting away..."

I stopped with dismay at the sighted face that was in front of the gate.

Why is your father in such a place?

I was stunned by the way I acted as if I had been reading my actions.

... and that was life saving.

Even if you fight seriously, there's only one in three that can beat your father.

Even so, in such a relaxed state, it was only natural that the sword would be easily played.

Taste the despair of having heavy stones on your mind again in the great demerit of being confiscated your sword as it is on top of being bounced.

"... Well, Mary. I'm going back to my room. I don't care what you think, I won't override your decision."

I was dragged straight to be taken with the cheats, and I was to go back to my room.