Common Sense of a Warrior

After the destruction of the enemy was completed in the Principality of Limmel, we joined your brother's army and returned to the Kingdom of Tasmeria.

After entrusting Mr. Abel's remains to Alf and secretly carrying out the funeral of Anna and the escorts in the King's Capital, I was visiting Marquis Anderson territory.

Although the disturbance before this was not public, somewhere within the Anderson Marquis family territory is still surrounded by a rushed atmosphere.

Good morning, Merlis.

"I'm home now, Father."

When I put my face on the mansion, my father greeted me with a slightly tired look.

"Father...... good job"

"Oh... you're the one. He worked for me."

I'll sit in front of your father and have some tea.

"... what happened to Uncle Verse and Salome?

"Verse... in the middle of the war, it was over. Salome is still alive... but tomorrow, I'm going to give him a poison cup."

"Really..."

"... Finally, do you want to see Salome?

"No.... if we meet, we won't have a choice"

In my head, I don't remember Salome.

Even as Salome, you wouldn't want to devote the last minute of your time to meeting me.

"This is intriguing… why did Salome join Nort?

"... he said he was jealous. You."

I accidentally blew it out and laughed at your father's words.

I find it carelessly amusing in the answers I never imagined at all.

"Am I? Why did you do it...?

I know for myself that the daughter of the Marquis Anderson owner is a very blessed one.

But just because you're in a privileged position doesn't mean you've enjoyed happiness all along.

It is said that I have licked the bitterness, and that I was paying the price of effort for the future I seek.

Even if you just envy a privileged position on the surface without knowing all about it... well, I guess that's the part that's easy to see in the eyes of others, so I guess there's no choice.

"I hear you've become a fiancé to Lord Louis, the daughter of the Duke of Almeria."

"That's the answer you expected.... Well, good. Anyway, after all the post-processing... what is your father going to do?

"Hmm? Oh... well"

Your father was clouding his words and diverting his gaze from me.

"... here it is"

To your father like that, I give him the bundle of paper I kept from Mr. Abel.

Though your father seemed uninterested at first, he eventually continued to read from start to finish whether he understood who this bunch of paper was.

"This... where the hell did you get it from?... No, Abel."

"Yes, it is." Don't waste my life. "

The moment I told him that, tears were overflowing from both eyes of your father.

"... this time, it's all my fault. Verse's rebellion, as well as the battle against the Duchy of Limmel for the consequences of its being used.... and many lives have been scattered. Abel, Anna, escorts....... but you think Non can't even take responsibility for it?!

... Again, yeah.

Was your father and brother going to take all the responsibility for this... and choose to die off the path of the clan?

I tapped my desk to make a particularly louder noise to turn your father's consciousness.

Your father opens his eyes to his surprise and stares at me in stares.

"If you mean to take responsibility... live. Toward the future. Your father, your brother... he's alive! If you are, shouldn't you live and shoulder that responsibility? Running away to death is... blasphemy to sacrifice"

"... Merry"

"Mr. Abel hoped for you to become the heavy stone of the Kingdom of Tasmeria. With the Knights and the National Army, we will continue to defend the kingdom by favouring the Twiles and the Duchy of Limmel.... even if that would be the only thing your father could do. Please, Father. His, her... and don't scorn everyone's wishes"

To my cry, your father was just sitting on the spot.

Eventually he was quietly weeping as he meditated his eyes and bit his lips off.

I see it since your mother died, your father's tears.

I'm watching, too, so much that I was caught and about to cry... that appearance, there was something approaching my chest.

"That's all I wish for"

"... Abel is... brutal. No, everyone.... the desire to bear is too great, it's going to crumble"

"No...... Father"

To my grin your father tilts his neck.

"Because you don't have to carry your wishes. Fathers and brothers from the beginning, me and Louis... and those scattered, like-minded. between those who have already made an oath to themselves. If so, if you don't do what you disobey from your oath... I wonder if that's synonymous with fulfilling their wishes"

To my words, your father laughed small.

"Right..."

Yes, whine small.