Continental Hero Senki

When did you begin to think that Fine von Linz was a brilliant person?

Probably, no doubt about it, since I was admitted to cadet school.

In the cadet school exams, I was more than the second seat normal. No matter how bad you're feeling, you've never been lower than three seats.

And my grandfather is the Minister for Foreign Affairs, Marquis Coudenhoff, and my father is a senior bureaucrat in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

What can I say for myself, but I think she was a talented woman with a family pattern that everyone envies.

Simply put, I was complacent at the time.

He was my contemporaries, and no one stood above me. There were a few people with higher titles, but they were considerably lower than me in terms of grades.

And when I was in my final year of cadet school, I used the military training system.

Those who use the training system are promoted faster. That's because you can make connections early before you're assigned to the army.

So I used it...... which is half a lie.

In fact, I was tired of cadet school.

No one, he's less human than me, and he rarely outruns me.

Speaking of doing it, try to make connections with me to make my own flourish and bring in a discerning false friendship. Or some inferior tried to bring it into sexual relations, not friendship.

Let's say it's clear. I was sick and tired of cadet school.

Schools are a competitive society. Everyone hones themselves and sharpens their talents to perfection as they are repeatedly chased through. That kind of facility is the school.

But no one did it around me. There is no competition, a stagnant society has been created around me.

That's why I wanted to get out of cadet school as soon as possible.

And just before I was in my final year, I decided to escort Baron Jendolyn on my father's recommendation.

It wasn't exactly a military job, but I was still happy, and since September I've been in a new environment, and when I could have a new competition, that's what I thought.

But the reality didn't change.

Multiple other escorts at the Baron's house, many military personnel we meet at the escort, all of whom were the same as their fellow cadets at the cadet school.

I bring up false friendships for Conne, and I bring up engagements for my own future.

On day 4 of training, I began to consider changing my assignment address. But my father, who relied on that change, went on a long business trip for the convenience of his job at the Foreign Office.

That's why I had to do this nasty job until my father came back.

And my father came back in mid-November.

How dare you, well, it's something I could put up with for two months. Because it was so much work that I thought it was better in cadet school.

I tried to make a quick, reassignment wish against my returning father. But I've brought a job from my father.

"Fine. I know you're busy with escorts, but you can help me with my work."

The job was to make contact with the deputy aide who said he was going to be new to the Silesian embassy next time.

Yes, I'm talking about Captain Yuzef Waresa.

When I heard his story from my father, it made me want to see him.

Whatever you say, I'm from a peasant, and one thing's different from me, Captain. It's not normal to think that the embassy is the first place to leave right after graduation.

This man is not normal. Perhaps he was also a particularly good man in cadet school.

I inflated my chest to expectations and made contact with that Captain Yuzef Waresa.

And that expectation was beautifully betrayed.

It was behaving suspiciously in the venue, and I'm fine with the rude thing of asking a woman her age. He was the kind of person who made me wonder if he really came as a liaison officer, with all the questions and having nothing information about himself.

But the depth of thought unworthy of the age of 15 was combined.

I thought you were a stranger. He's a person who looks 15 on one side but also 30 on the other.

And that feeling got bigger on the second contact.

I headed to the Mass Dining Room as an escort and support officer, looking after my own costume, precisely for a human being prepared by my father. I'm pretty good, too.

I thought to myself that this would not work.

But he quickly spotted me as Fine von Linz, and even referred to escort personnel.

I couldn't help but find them, so I lied that they were amateurs.

Wouldn't the captain be a good competitor for me? That's the day I thought so.

But the thought gradually faded.

I recognized a person named Yuzef Waresa as a completely different type of person than I am.

It took advantage of a series of events that emanated from the imperial succession rules of the Eastern Continental Empire.

He used his power to the fullest to run around the Empire. Sometimes I did something that exceeded my authority, that is to say, it was not strange to be impeached with an act of transcendence.

He met me, met the Minister for Foreign Affairs, met the daughter of a well-known merchant, and even did all the intercountry negotiations and compromises by himself.

And in the meantime, in the frame given to me by my father, all I had to do was just write down the information that came down on paper, remember it, and give it to the captain.

I was reminded that I was helplessly incompetent and an inert person.

And just before the war, when I met the captain, there was the face of the unsure captain.

He says. I wondered if I could have done something more.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not talking about humility about doing all that and being able to say I'm helpless.

I desperately encouraged him.

Regardless, that's because I sincerely thought he wasn't just a helpless person.

But I really knew.

If I admit here that he is a helpless person, what miserable person would it be to say I could do nothing?

I don't like to be such a miserable person, I don't like to see such a reality, and I desperately encouraged the captain.

If he's not a competent person, what the hell am I...

That feeling of powerlessness swelled up even more when I came to Crosno.

I also tried to do my utmost in my own power.

To argue that disgusting Interior Ministry person and prove how good he is.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't see Berkson.

The captain has changed his policy and begun listening to the city.

At first things went well. Because I just listen to people.

But since I went into the ghetto investigation, it's changed.

The inhabitants of the Glades are looking at me with white eyes. The reason is obvious. Because I sit in the privileged class, and from their point of view, I am the enemy. If you weren't in military uniform, you would probably have been killed.

And when I started listening, a whip named Reality drove my mind.

Because of the Livonians.

Because of the nobility.

Because of guys like you out there.

I don't remember how many times they told me.

That's not true, I wanted to argue.

But I couldn't.

Because most of it was true.

I'm Livonia.

I am noble.

I am a man who merely gives the information that my father gathered to the Captain.

He's a pathetic person who hasn't done anything, but can't do anything, but desperately told himself that he's a good person.

When I finished listening, the captain had a badly puzzled look on his face.

Is that because the listening results were unexpected, or because I was depressed?

Then on an order from the captain, I gathered information.

As usual, just write the information my father gave me on paper.

I don't like myself. I don't like my ignorant and incompetent self.

I was long overdue because I was working in such a gloomy mood.

It usually took me a few days to get it over with.

I've been wondering if this might be my real strength.

I searched for a captain to pass on the information.

According to the Kingsamurai who was at the mansion, he went out to the ghetto.

I was hesitant to go to the Glades again.

But I walk. Because I thought if I lost my mind, killed my emotions, I could handle it.

The captain has been found light. Because I slept down for some reason.

The Captain who noticed me won't get up for some reason.

I was just moving up my gaze.

That's when I realized.

The captain said he was a normal person.

He said he was a normal person, with some inferiority towards the woman in front of him.

"Captain is amazing."

I said that when I realized it.

Such a normal human being is moving vigorously.

Unlike me.

Until I reach this realm, I have to be a little stronger.

You can't be a snaggy person with this.

Even the captain, who is a normal man, said he moved without a shudder during the crisis of the demise of his fatherland.

That I shouldn't break my heart about this.

Otherwise, I will remain a less than normal person. I should be able to inorganize my mind.

"Mr. Fine."

"What is it, Captain?"

The captain was unusual and had serious eyes.

"I can always talk to you."

I didn't know what that meant.

No, I know what the word means. Even a blunt captain must have noticed that I've been acting strange lately.

"Mr. Feene, things have been strange lately."

"... that's not true"

I vomited a bad lie.

Slightly left, little, my pride made it so.

"It's fine to be strong. But no matter how many iron hearts you had, there's a limit. If you beat the iron dozens or hundreds of times, it will break your heart."

"… but the sword increases its strength by tapping the iron over and over again"

Please don't.

I can't break it. You shouldn't break it.

"'Strike the iron while it's hot,' I've said for a long time. But, Mr. Feene, that also means it works because it hits hot."

I know.

That's why I'm trying to be a cold person.

"Mr. Fine's iron (heart) has already been completed. That's why I'm sure it's still durable enough to say the strengths, but that would also be the limit"

It's all right.

I'm still okay.

That's what I tried to say, but the words didn't come out holding onto my throat.

What came out instead is too weak a word.

"... So what do you want me to do?

I struggled so they wouldn't infer my emotions.

"Iron cannot communicate his heart to others. You can only wait and wait until you break and crush yourself. But..."

Don't tell me.

Don't say any more.

Otherwise, your decision is going to be dull.

Please, don't tell me.

"Mr. Feene is human. I have feelings, I'm human."

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I don't remember what happened after that.

I just remember the fact that I couldn't contain the overflowing emotions and tears.