Din no Monshou (WN)

Edgar Kristanval is a versatile human being.

Mercenaries, store owners, faculty, unemployed and their professional history is extensive.

And she has shown her talent in all of those positions.

Another chunk of talent.

But her half life was never full of happiness.

Especially as a child, it was vivid and miserable by the time it was spectacular.

A violent representation of Edgar's origins would make him a 'war orphan'.

The father is a guard who works in the border city.

The mother had made the assistance of a magician her business.

Such parents died in battle when their daughter was young.

Edgar was left alone in a stronghold near the border.

That was the northernmost part of the kingdom - the city near the bridge on the border.

Unfamiliar, she explored the art of living in distress.

Youthfulness is no excuse, every day of death and neighbourliness.

She continued to survive in extreme conditions, but one day a turning point came.

A woman spoke to me near the treatment center where I was sleeping.

- Don't you have any family?

That's what I've been asking, the woman was dressed in light armor.

It is not of the standard worn by the Kingdom Guard.

Probably a mercenary.

"No, I was killed by an Imperial soldier"

When Edgar answered briefly, the woman narrowed her eyes like she was cut.

She gazes at Edgar's face and nods small.

And he's been kind enough to reach out.

- If you have nowhere to go, why don't you join our mercenary regiment?

Mercenaries.

I don't know what it means to go in there.

But if we can escape this hunger and the cold...

Edgar, then 9, grabbed the woman's hand weakly.

This is the backdrop to the birth of mercenary Edgar.

Later I found out,

The woman who spoke to Edgar was the head of the mercenary regiment.

Kingdom Northern Mercenaries.

Its history was ancient and it was certified as the seventh mercenary regiment in the kingdom.

The team is also full of talented warriors, and their strength goes into five fingers in the country.

The headquarters are in the Wang capital, but the main task was the long-term security of the border.

stationed in this city is also

for the restraint of an empire that has been oppressing its borders.

The average age of the Wangdu Northern Mercenary Corps was high and he was looking for the next generation of talent.

That's why they started scouting in the city.

In addition to Edgar, he said he was picking up a promising orphan for relief.

Some time after joining the mercenary regiment...

Newcomers, including Edgar, were severely trained.

The agony of even adult mercenaries making noise.

Naturally, there were a large number of people who could not stand to fall off.

But Edgar isn't.

Demonstrated terrible absorption and performed the workout without difficulty.

Learn instantly if you can teach me the sword.

If you teach tactics, you can launch more strategies than you can imagine.

Less than six months later, he grew to the point of defeating the majority of his team in mock combat.

Be a child and a monster.

One scale of a mighty man overflowing from his short body.

The strength was enough to remind me of the four wise men of the continent, who supposedly boasted a strength that ignored age.

And Edgar built a solid position within the mercenary corps.

As a youngest, he was incorporated into the battle squad waving his sword on the front line when things were happening.

From here, Edgar's further talent begins to blossom.

In the crusade of the bandits, they took the chief,

Surrender the lurker from the Empire by nursing him,

When the assassin targeted me, I returned the favor.

Mercenary operations proceeding smoothly to full sail.

Some time after Edgar joined the group,

Near the constantly contested border had become a peaceful land.

But the peace of mind suddenly breaks apart.

An enemy empire has invaded across the border.

The number of soldiers incomparable with normal times.

They have mobilized the Imperial Mage to defeat the Kingdoms' soldiers on the bridge on the border.

As it is, the stronghold falls.

The mercenaries went out on the battlefield and joined forces with troops dispatched by Wang Du.

But the Imperial Mage was beyond Edgar's imagination.

Mercenaries ravaged one after the other.

Edgar moves away from the rest of the team and is targeted by several magicians.

Dead place in the first line - it was spectacular terror.

Despair I've never remembered before.

Edgar even learned the illusion of shattering his heart.

This was the first time I had ever dealt with a swordless enemy.

Running away doesn't last long either.

Edgar was prepared to die when he was cornered on the outskirts of the stronghold.

But at this time, she meets a certain person.

It's one woman.

He took the magic of his enemies with a great sword and blew up the magician with a chant of counterattack.

He slashed his scattered enemies with a great sword of gain and completely destroyed them.

He helped Edgar, who was in great danger.

That looked good with long silver hair, he was a beautiful person.

Beautiful woman, who pulled me from the abyss of death.

Beautiful as a goddess, she burned hard on the young Edgar's heart.

Edgar asked for his name.

But they laughed bitterly, "Is that what you're asking now?"

But Edgar didn't give up.

Only when eaten down, women have told their names that they are taken away by natural currents.

It was an ambitious and powerful name, unimaginable from its luxurious and endless appearance.

- I certainly should have listened to it.

But somehow the name disappears from my head.

They disappeared from their memories, as if they had painted the letters white.

Just, wow, I remember until.

I hastily asked him to say it again, but the woman has slowly refused.

And he left right away, as if to keep his distance.

Bloody struggles fought at the base.

After the ordeal, he succeeded in defeating the Imperial Soldier.

But the stronghold was so destroyed that it was useless.

After the end of the war, the mercenary regiment returned to a king's capital with headquarters in order to rebuild its institutions.

Edgar went to the Magic Church to find a woman who was a benefactor.

But a hard search was not worth it, and I couldn't find it.

But the sticky listening allowed me to grasp just a little bit of information.

That silver-haired woman has served some nobleman and said she has traveled to sell her favors to the Magic Society.

I didn't know her identity, but I was strongly intrigued by the magic she was using.

- One day, I want to work with magic.

- And I want to be like that guy.

From the day I remembered, I began to make strenuous efforts.

But Edgar faced the wall right away.

There was no such thing as a gift of attribute magic.

I just showed a little aptitude for the fire attribute, and I can barely use the other attributes.

Only, enhanced magic possessed more qualities than a crowd.

If you know that, Edgar polished that point thoroughly.

In addition to training in swordsmanship, enhanced magic enhances the body and sword.

As he continued this, Edgar turned into a strong man with no one lined up in the mercenary corps.

Expectations around us accelerate, but Edgar had serious concerns.

It was lethal to mercenaries.

- I can't help it no matter how.

- I always do everything in my power, relative with intent to kill.

- That's all, or when you're excited, you strike without distinction between enemy allies.

No matter how weak you try, those five fingers eat into the pattern.

They slash and throw away their surrounding beings, as if they were going to storm off.

expressed since being chased by the Imperial Mage,

I found out it was due to the heartbreak I felt then.

But I don't see a solution.

I publicly proclaimed this concern, but the reactions around me were very thin.

"Our job is to kill our enemies."

"If you act alone, you won't cut your people off by mistake."

"Yes, don't worry about it"

I was optimistic that it would not interfere with my work as a mercenary.

But from Edgar's point of view, it's not an easy issue.

I managed to cure it.

Some of them were effective hands, but temporary and unstable and unusable.

Really, there's nothing I can do.

In the meantime, her problems become apparent.

When I served as a training opponent for the team, I was seriously injured.

I retained my life because I was using a wooden sword, but if I were serious, I would have taken my life.

This time it was still done to this extent.

But if you keep holding your sword like this, one day...

No matter how hard you try, if you hold the sword, your intention to kill springs up inexhaustibly.

Only when Edgar began to feel bounded by himself as a mercenary.

- It's like a beast to slaughter and kill whoever it is.

After weeks of consideration, Edgar informed the captain that he was retiring from the mercenary.

I am not suitable for mercenaries because I am unable to act with moderation or collaboration.

The members around him desperately stopped, but he wasn't going to change his mind.

If I keep holding my sword like this, I'll kill my loved ones one day.

Apologizing to all of the Wangdu Northern Mercenary Regiment, Edgar withdrew from the mercenary operation.

Edgar was 17 at this time.

Since I turned down all the jobs after that,

Two names were given among the clients: the mockery of 'hidden Edgar'.

But Edgar doesn't care.

I'm just sorry about my people, I wasn't sticking to the position of mercenary.

Instead, I can say that it was an opportunity to start something new.

But because he was pessimistic about himself not being able to hold the sword in a detour, he was even shredded to his willingness to move on to the next action.

Less heartbroken, life immersed in the tavern continued.

He swallowed it so that he would bathe in alcohol that he only felt unsavory, and was distracted from it.

One day like that - Edgar is raided by a thug.

They were after me when I was home drunk.

But you can't even beat a thief to the point of drunkenness.

Edgar instantly slashed the tyrant and lay low.

It was a special blow to the neck.

She sighed when she saw the tyrant falling from bleeding.

Shortly after, however, Edgar realizes that there is.

- I have breath.

- Dead, not here.

I should have slashed your neck.

Seen, the blow to the neck was very weak.

For the first time since I had my troubles, I have succeeded in putting my hands on it.

………………

Why did all that painful abatement go well here?

There was only one thing I could think of.

Turning the thug over to the guard, Edgar tried sword moves on a wooden carved doll.

Usually, you can defeat a doll that breaks both ways with one knife, with a slight punch.

I can help.

At this time, Edgar was convinced.

- While you're drunk, you can contain your ferocious self.

If I was intoxicated, I could have stopped the killing.

With that, I also stopped accidentally cutting someone.

Edgar's vision rapidly opened with the troubled vices resolved.

I just didn't want to keep the mercenaries running.

Words such as working and training drunk.

Besides, I wanted to do something else.

Fortunately, I made a good discovery.

But I decided to stay away from the occupation of going to war.

Let's not fight, let's get a job on magic.

After much thought, Edgar decided to start doing business.

It's an area I've always been interested in.

But it's not just a store.

Handle magic books and more - magic store.

Like that woman, I wanted to work with magic.

For a while I observed Wang Du's shop and studied know-how.

And based on the money he earned as a mercenary, he opened the Edgar Magic Store.

The store thrived considerably.

Edgar's eyesight and business talent are certain, and he succeeded in capturing a fixed customer.

Most of them came to the store to see what Edgar looked like.

When business is on track, now the next greed comes out.

Yes, it's a petition I've been thinking about since I was a kid.

- I want to meet that woman.

A silver-haired woman who rescued me from the danger of death and led me this far.

I'm only going to do everything I can to see that woman one day.

Walk your way.

I swear to God, I've been doing business for years.

by the fact that a boy came to the store,

Edgar's wish will be fulfilled.

◆ ◆ ◆

It was - a lot of strange boys.

An aristocratic child who came to the store at noon.

Speaking up to tease me, I've been mugging and trying to show my strength.

And Edgar glances.

I let them use superior magic with few people to handle it.

I didn't think it was the only one, and Edgar was interested in the boy.

And as we talked, this boy uttered a hell of a thing.

When Edgar talked about his benefactor, he called his name Pittari.

- Walkins.

The missing piece caught on with the chili.

Definitely, that's the name of that woman.

Mr Walkins - The whereabouts of the woman I kept looking for finally grabbed me.

Edgar asked for immediate details.

A woman named Walkins seems to be the boy's servant.

I want to see you soon.

I thought so, but apparently the circumstances were in.

Anything, they say the grand aristocrats are after Walkins, the benefactor.

I've heard of it.

In the West, he said, there are spicy aristocrats who try to keep women in their hands as they desire.

I couldn't forgive it.

I couldn't resolutely forgive you.

With anger, Edgar offered to cooperate with the boy he met for the first time.

The boy's name was Regis.

Make it the son of the Din family, wizard.

We acted together many times before we defeated Radius,

The impression was deeply engraved into Edgar's heart.

- The so-called 'nobility' does not fit the boy.

You just let one civilian out of your mind.

Don't shake your identity.

I've only seen the depressed nobles, and the boy's attitude was surprisingly extreme.

You got a plan and you're rubbing it off?

I thought so for a moment, but things are very different.

Simply, I'm looking for someone to deal with - it just seemed so.

Now, when the store was blown up by the assassin Stalin,

You thought Edgar was dead, and he still looked like he was going to cry.

Seeing that appearance, Edgar embarrassed the mind of suspicion that was in his heart.

The boy's expression was so sad everywhere that he wanted to hug him.

At the same time, that boy, who usually looks invincible,

In fact, I learned that I was the bearer of a battered and weak heart.

In one case, the suspicion that the boy was intentional disappeared completely.

I wanted to protect you from that drenched back.

- Just in case you don't accidentally wave the sword blade.

- To help this boy.

Edgar drank by the time he was excessive.

If you are drunk, you can stay calm even if you hold the sword.

When I got out in front of the boy, I swallowed to the point where I was about to get drunk.

But excessive intoxication blunts the sword.

When I fought Stalin in the basement, I took an unconsciousness.

It's the end of what Regis tried to protect.

Impudent.

It's too impudent.

Then around to rematch with Stalin in a duel,

Edgar didn't drink a drop.

Overflowing murderous fluctuations.

Edgar's ferocity stripped his fangs in an attempt to slash and lay low the assassin in front of him.

But then, aware of what the boy sees...

I got unprecedented emotions.

He was calm somewhere, with the urge to crush his enemies and his back.

It was as if the intention to kill without a core had turned into a determined will to fight.

A flash of soul, wielded with unwavering faith.

The blow crushed Stalin without complete skin.

Regis also won the duel, and the fight with the Horgos closed the curtain -

And the time has finally come for Edgar's grief to be fulfilled.

Yes, it's a reunion with benefactor Walkins.

I practiced many times beforehand to convey my gratitude swirling around my chest.

But the moment I met the person of the moment.

The impact blew up all assumptions.

- Walkins didn't look any different.

Just like back then, a body that doesn't cut out of a girl's frame.

The only thing that had changed was that my long silver hair was shorter.

So much so that I looked older when I turned nineteen.

Not much surprise and nervousness, few words came out.

But being properly thankful was a big step for Edgar.

He reunited with Walkins and also made a best friend named Regis.

These two are beings who have guided themselves to a glorious day.

Meeting them gave me a new goal.

One is to be recognized by Mr. Walkins someday.

And the other, Regis and... Regis and...

◆ ◆ ◆

"... gar... dogar..."

The feeling that someone is calling me.

He was about to be pulled by his voice and dragged out of his dreams.

Just a little more, I want to dip in the old days.

A shout echoed as if to shatter such thoughts.

"Hey, Edgar!

"... what, all of a sudden"

Edgar rubs his eyes.

This is a tavern in Wangdu Central Street.

I feel comfortable with the light plugging through the window.

Apparently he had lost his sleepiness and took a nap.

"... don't make suspicious noises when you're asleep.

That... you'll be seen with weird eyes until I do. "

The woman in front of me coughed in embarrassment.

If you look around you, your eyes were on Edgar and the woman opposite you.

Edgar is bewildered by a reaction he doesn't remember.

"Did I say something weird?

"Oh, something I can't say to you very much..."

I wonder what you mouthed.

Edgar twists his neck, but he can't even remember his bedtime words.

Seeing her like that, the woman narrows her eyes.

"Still, it's unusual for you not to wake up when you speak up."

"Say what. You're up."

Edgar immediately disproves.

And I took a good look at the woman sitting face to face.

Sitting in front of me is Edgar's former colleague.

Name is Chloe Franz.

She belongs to the Northern Mercenary Corps of the Kingdom.

Edgar was also the one who slaughtered him during his training.

During the Radius rebellion in the King's capital, he was reunited in the midst of a war.

"Not at all. Not what you sleep in a tavern."

With a bitter smile, Edgar drank the water of drowsiness.

Seeing how it goes, his former colleague Chloe asks in surprise.

"You've been dreaming about something."

"Oh... a little back in the day."

Teasing her forehead, Edgar sends her gaze to the woman.

And lowered his head softly and deeply.

"I'm sorry I slashed you then."

As a mercenary, I apologize for losing to the bad habits and slashing them.

But Chloe shrugged her shoulders as she shrugged.

"How many years ago... you've done it. Never mind."

Chloe pays sissy by hand.

She smiled niggly to prevent it from turning into a dark story.

"I heard that. Example habits, you've overcome them, haven't you?

"Oh, if you get drunk with Belomberon, you don't have a habit"

Edgar rejoicing in the discovery and all of the century.

Seeing her like that, the woman is frightened.

"... really, what kind of body are you"

"Pfft, don't compliment me. It's just liquor loves you."

A warrior named Edgar, if he holds the sword, has a thick intent to kill.

Unhelpful, inevitable will to try to stop it.

But it was made possible by intoxication to contain it.

That is Chloe's solution to what Edgar has heard.

She sighs when she learns the rumors are true.

"… alcohol. That Edgar, he's got booze."

Chloe turns her words back and turns to her suspicious eyes.

You felt uncomfortable in that gaze, Edgar leans his neck.

"... what's up?

"Nothing. I'm just surprised you're obsessed with booze."

"Hey, say what. Catch these drinking enthusiasts."

Edgar points to himself instantly.

I could even see a kind of desperation in the behavior.

Seeing the palpable upset, Chloe shrugged her shoulders.

But it never turns into a tear.

Because I know more about Edgar's past than anyone else who was plagued by bad habits.

To claim his legitimacy, Edgar speaks of his thoughts on alcohol.

"Alcohol is really great.

It'll blow your mind to gloom!

The next time you're born again, the more you want to be a liquor preacher. "

"... Phew."

Fevered speech.

But Chloe's eyes are chilling.

Because in her memory, Edgar was a mercenary.

But, Edgar...

Put aside a beat, Chloe recollects the old days.

After she finished her job, it was routine for her to go to the tavern.

So, I've been inviting Edgar, who was usually close to me, every time then...

"For what it's worth, you haven't been drinking much lately, have you?

Just a word I can take to confirm.

But that was enough to freeze Edgar's expression.

"Oh, yeah? I have a sense of modesty..."

"Oh, I think so."

Chloe nodded loudly.

And say a word that pokes at the core.

'Cause you - I don't like booze at all.

…………

Silent Edgar.

Seeing that reaction, Chloe was convinced.

Perhaps he hid it so that he wouldn't know anything else.

I also knew why somehow.

But she won't stop.

Talk to Edgar, illuminating the old shadow.

"Sure, you didn't like the taste and you were estranged?

Sometimes when it's rough, I feel like I've been a jerk and had a drink. "

Especially when you accidentally slaughter yourself, I hear you've had a lot of deep booze.

Chloe lays her eyes down, thinking about the situation of her former colleague.

"I can't taste it - but I have to drink it when I want to suppress the bad habits. I think you're in a difficult shape."

Swallow it and the sword is dull and unable to show strength.

If I don't swallow it, I'll use my surroundings as food for killing intentions.

It's too much for both extremes. Chloe asked gently against the nagging Edgar.

"I'm not being honest. I'm talking about you.

In front of the example boy, you must be acting like a liquor lover. "

Example boy - son of a nobleman named Regis.

Since meeting him, Edgar hears that drinking has exploded more frequently.

That's the least I can do when I make him face to face.

Most of them say they're intoxicated.

You're not stuck or you're guiding your mind.

Chloe dared to tell him directly.

"You hate to be worried about example boys,

I'm scared it's gonna sound weird, and I'm just shutting up about the bad habits and the solution.

I don't really like booze. "

That is not an evil concealment.

Rather the exact opposite - a reversal of favors.

I don't want to get involved in murder because I'm an important person.

I don't want to be slashed by mistake.

That's why Edgar tried to be a liquor lover.

"Since the example boy left the king's capital,

I stopped drinking, and that's proof. "

In front of Edgar, who pushes silently, he spat out all of a series of considerations.

Finally, Chloe takes her hand.

And tell them to be gentle and wrapped up.

"But you don't have to do it in front of me"

Chloe forcefully told me what she wanted to say.

"Please, don't be false, I want you to be the way you are"

Words I hoped would reach Edgar.

It leaves the hustle and bustle of the tavern behind and invites a long time.

A space just for the two, where you can feel it because you've been a girl together.

After a while of silence...

"Oh, okay"

Edgar smiled at Chloe.

When she put her arms together, she nods emotionally.

"That's all I've been told, let me be honest with you."

I'm sorry to waste the thoughts of my former colleague.

I could even see that readiness from Edgar's attitude.

Having heard all the reflections from Chloe, Edgar said just one thing:

"- I'm sorry, but there's a big difference."

Scratching a cold sweat, he denied his colleague's concern.

Extremely serious face. Doesn't look like you're joking.

Unexpectedly, Chloe also makes an up voice.

"........................... Huh?

Chloe blinking eyes.

To her like that, Edgar shrugs like he can't say.

"No, the... I'm making assumptions with my good face...

I don't know... but I feel sorry for him.

And stopping them on the way is impeccable. "

Edgar cheeks sorry.

Look at that, Chloe wolves.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!?"

I guess you don't want to admit that your speculation is off.

Chloe upped her face bright red and Edgar ate her.

"... duh, where! What was different!?

"No, almost everything. In the first place, I like alcohol."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh?

Screaming surprise.

A surrounding guest trembles with a vicun in Chloe's voice.

But she can't afford to care about that.

I'm desperate to question Edgar.

"You said you weren't good at that!

"I don't like the taste of it. It's bitter."

I don't deny that I don't like alcohol per se.

But - Edgar looks up at the sky from the window.

And he gave an emotional look that Chloe wouldn't have even seen, and groaned to bite it off.

"But even if the liquor tastes bad...

I can't wait to drink when I think I can stay with him without worrying about it. "

Chloe complains.

She's right, most of the guesses seemed off.

The only thing that seems to hit me is:

I am consciously intoxicated - only in that I do not put the example boy in danger.

Put your hand on your forehead and try to stick it down. Chloe says stupidity.

"... what, you worried me like an idiot"

I was just worried about the delicacy of trying to guide my people, just knowing Edgar from his mercenary days.

I thought you might be worried about that and I got confirmation.

Returning was a love story.

Edgar laughs niggardly at Chloe, who is depressed.

"Hehe. It doesn't change Chloe's earlyness."

"Ugh, shut up! I just don't want you to tell me!

You couldn't stand Edgar's teasing.

Chloe stood up trying to kick the chair.

"... can you hang out with me! I'm leaving now!

That's what I said, I left the tavern to run away.

That swine rush is the very memory of Edgar.

I laugh at my unchanging comrades.

Fully awake, Edgar made a big stretch.

And think of your best friend who would be working hard away.

"... Regis, I wonder how you're doing"

By now, where and what will he be doing?

Have you forgotten about yourself?

If you think about it, it's only been a few months.

I wish I'd seen you so much.

"... what, you're so feminine"

Edgar exhales a self-derisive sigh and takes a seat.

It's time for an afternoon.

I have trouble with my body being dull, so let's go do some sword training.

The counter caught my eye as I headed to the exit.

There's a line full of attractive liquor.

But Edgar slowly crossed the front of it.

Only one person shows himself intoxicated.

And only to protect one of them, drink.

I don't drink for myself, I drink for someone.

That's the woman named Edgar.

"I miss you."

I have feelings for the boy in my chest,

Edgar left the tavern behind.