Common Sense of a Warrior

After my attempted escape, my sword was confiscated and all my training clothes disposed of.

And during 46 o'clock, he was forced to live under surveillance.

If someone in the escort is watching, they don't hesitate to let him pass out from the edge and get away with it... it's hard to get his hands on it because basically there are female servants watching.

Because the non-combatants' girlfriends are the opponents, so will that.

For my own ends, I am not falling far enough to be serious about them against whom there is no blame whatsoever.

If this is the escort crew, you can fight without hesitation if it's the same thing as training.

Though there were times when I tried to escape with a gap, their siege nets were strewn multiple times, and the moment someone found me, "Dear Mary, what happened!? 'And he shouts a deliberate loud voice.

They are surrounded by Walla Walla and them and forcibly returned to the impotent room.

Normally, when it comes to my watch, a trained, agile escort member tells me he's going to come... and he's totally poked the other way around, and that's why he's got no hands or feet.

Your father thought about this formation... I don't know about that, but I can only say that whoever thought about this understands my thoughts very well, although it would be your father.

Only time passes without you being able to escape after all.

Also today, as time passed by for no reason, I was exhaling and looking out the window.

Right, that's where the tower is built.

"... Louis"

Whoops, it was his name that whined.

Now that he's been deprived of his freedom and even decided on his own by his partner walking with him in the future... it was about him that comes to mind.

... hasn't told him I like him yet.

Even though I finally realized that this feeling of thinking of him was the emotion of liking it.

I just realized that I couldn't end up transferring it to any action.

Even if it didn't come true to ask me to return my thoughts, at least...... I wanted to convey my appreciation for sharing this warm sentiment.

... I can't believe it's so hard not to be able to do that.

As the daughter of the Marquis, political marriage was the future that could happen.

... Though I understood that as knowledge, I had no idea it would happen to me.

And that's why.

I was dreaming.

Keep holding the sword, dream.

At the same time, convey your thoughts to him and a future to walk with him.

"... I like it"

Overflowing words, though vain, just wander the universe.

Exhaling with a bitter smile at that reality, he laid his forehead on the fist that accompanied the window.

Visible through a window with zero distance, landscape.

Looking at it, I feel like I'm out there.

But it's an illusion.

Me and the outside world remain separated by windows… nothing in that situation has changed.

Seems close, the outside world... freedom, far away.

I laughed powerlessly that it was like the distance between me and him.

He was so close, and now he's so far away......

At the same time, he squeezes his fist and closes it with his hand on the window.

A full grip of force devours the nails into the palm of the hand, causing a slight drop of red blood.

Potato Potato, and.

Tell him the window, and the red Shizuku goes down.

It seemed as if I was in a red tear to convey the cheeks of my statue in the window.

"... I don't want to give up,"

Leaked with a plundered voice, my true meaning.

That doesn't deserve to be the daughter of the Marquis.

… though.

Is it my sincere desire for freedom?

Is dreaming childish?

reason I think I have to serve my duty and my instinct to claim my right to try to get rid of it.

They were at best in my mind.

... No, the expression "at best" is not correct.

Something about reason stopping me from leaning towards instinct?

And now I feel pain coming out of my palm and out of the window.

There was a scratch on the palm of my hand that wasn't big enough.

Just at that time, I heard a con-con... and a knock through the door.