Common Sense of a Warrior

That day, I was called by your father to go to the study.

Was it too important that your brother returned from school and was on his way with you?

"... are you here"

I go into the room. I inadvertently lose my words to the sight of your father.

It seemed to wrap the same dark shadow around her as it did when her mother died.

"There, call me."

As instructed, we try to face your father and sit back in the chair.

"... has imposed a permanent disposition on Verse Anderson as of today"

Residential disposition is a disposition that is imprisoned in a mansion.

Even more so, when you live in a permanent residence, you will no longer be able to leave the designated mansion as long as you live.

"Uncle, are you? How could you do that..."

My brother, who seems to have been as baffled as I am, asks his father, rarely putting it on the table.

"Nothing, because he killed Merrilda and attacked your lords."

To that word, we lose words for a moment.

"Why... my uncle..."

"That's all, he said, was unforgivable for him. I'm sorry, your past mistakes are in the form of your Lord's involvement."

Your chest hurts when your father laughs like he mocks himself.

... and how much does it weigh to have killed your beloved by your family?

I can't even imagine.

Lost someone I love...... it still empathizes.

Because we're all the same.

Whether it was family love or conjugal love, it was irreplaceable and important to any of us.

The sense of loss must have been the same.

But I can never imagine the mood of a father deprived of such a loved one by a loved one.

Rather, I don't even want to imagine.

With your brother's hands, it's like Louis dying... such an impossible thing.

That's why I couldn't say anything.

If it comes from me, who has few memories with my uncle, my anger and hatred for my uncle springs first into your father's story.

Honestly, I can't stand the sweet disposition of being disposed of.

But when I think of your father's mood... I can't say anything anymore.

Because, as it once was, I didn't just want to imitate my father's or brother's... to scorn the hearts and minds of the loved ones around me by giving priority only to my feelings.

Heavy, bitter air was wrapping the indoors.

Me, my brother, and your father, they won't open their mouths.

Everyone tries to open their mouth, but the next moment they shut their mouth.

... Then how long has it been?

Your father opened his mouth again.

"... that's all we're talking about"

Pickle, my brother and I shook our bodies at the words.

... like I have something to ask you, something to say.

However, all of it is anointed with ideas and confusion and unspoken.

After all, I stood on the spot without saying anything.

At the same time, your brother, who was sitting beside you, rises again.

And we both left the room.

Keep walking in the hallway silently.

No destination, etc.

When your father summoned you to the study, you said that the next plans, things you had to do, etc. came to mind one after the other... it was all blown away by the shock earlier.

"... why don't we take a little break together?

Weakly, your brother laughed and said.

I nodded silently and headed with my brother to the reception room.

And when we get to the room, me and your brother sit back in the chair.

A servant prepared the tea and placed each before us.

Slowly lift the cup and swallow the crisp, warm tea.

I felt that warmth calm my heart more than anything else.

"... you've changed a lot."

"Thank you. Aurelia's teaching gift."

"It's not.... When I heard from your father earlier, I thought you'd be more aggressive."

"Oh... I'm not a child anymore than I can measure your father's heart"

"Right... right"

Spilling a dry grin, your brother put the cup he had on the table.

"Then I guess I just haven't been able to grow"

"... your uncle says he hates you?

"I don't know.... No, to be honest, don't hate me. But more than that, I wanted to remind you why."

"It was... me too, it was"

"... has Merlis had a chance to see his uncle?

"No. Especially after your brother goes to college..."

"... well. So Merlis doesn't have much of an uncle's memory?"

"Yeah, you're right, to be honest. Does your name sound familiar?"

"Right..."

"... does your brother still remember memories with his uncle"

"Shut up, man.... but the impression I had when I was young was he was gentle and gentle. It's like you're always smiling a little troubled, like that.... Dafan, if you say you're not from the Anderson Marquis, yes."

The Marquis Anderson family has had a rare interaction with relatives since he became your father's substitute... Apparently.

One is because the faces rubbing against the name of the hero were depressing to your father.

And one more thing... most importantly, because they interrupted your marriage to your mother.

On top of that, I worked out all the time with myself and for not being in such a condition that I could show my face in front of my relatives, I had no memory of my uncle in me at all.

A red person named after the same family name… that's about the recognition.

"That's all you wanted, Marquis Anderson. You wanted the Lord's seat... or you hated your father's very existence..."

In a slow tone, your brother continues his words.

"Either way, you're done."

"... over?

I leaned my neck against your brother's words.

"Oh. You said this was the end of the battle for your mother's vengeance.... Especially since I couldn't even let them fight."

"No, it's not the end"

To my words, now your brother tilted his neck.

"Make sure there is not one person who feels like us out there...... that wish is here unchanged. So it's never over."

Your brother laughed.

Sounds like a lot of fun, very proud.

"... you did. They took one... you're really starting to look ahead"

"Come on, what do you think? As I said earlier, I can't say enough that I have no hatred for your uncle."

"That goes for me too.... I'm sure this pain will come around for the rest of my life"

"... I guess so. But your brother is not like me. Didn't your brother keep coming forward, not imprisoned by hatred, like me? Instead, I was wondering if it had even been fed."

"... it doesn't look like you're trapped in hatred in my eyes right now though?

"Because there was a being who made me do that. All I had since I lost my mother was... hatred. I hated the bandits who took your mother, and still neglected the weak people who asked your father for help, and continued to curse the irrational world. But now... I understand the presence of those who brought it to me with a warm heart other than hate. I still can't abandon my hatred... but still, I could forgive this irrational world just because they exist"

Never, I can't say I forgive my uncle.

I'm not that much of a person I could be, and that's all your mother is never a light presence in me.

Honestly...... I moaned once again for a moment the irrationality of my uncle knowing that he was the one who took her away from us and watched her father whisper it.

Above all, the fact that your mother was murdered by a blood-connected person… the suspicion that no one should believe in the depth of a person's business of even taking a life within me was overtaken for a moment.

… though.

I already know.

That this world, which has always hated and cursed, is never just unreasonable and cruel.

that there are warm emotions that arise from touching others.

That's why I'm no longer confined to hatred alone.

Though the emotions of hatred shape the existence of me and are rooted in my heart... it is by no means everything.

Your brother laughed greatly.

Close your eyes and look fun...... so much so that you feel as clear as if your possessions have fallen somewhere.

"... thank you, Mary. Thanks to you, I'm a little bit sorted out."

"That was good. I was able to calm down a little, thanks to talking to your brother."

That's what I said. Again, I smiled.

"Now if you'll excuse me."