As I looked at Mr. Presha's memory, I knew - that her heart had already been somewhat healed before she met me.
Still, why does she get annoyed by nightmares? There was one reason.
Meeting a Raquel of beings like her sister, and a master who shares her aspirations, did not erase the guilt that was in her.
We have to get out of the village that day. If I could protect my mother...
I don't know if there's a way in the world to recall lost lives. I've never heard of a spirit who could do that.
Then what can I do? I'm just walking into people's dreams and watching, and I haven't been able to do anything like a doctor yet.
(... Summoner, Sister Presha has been having the same dream for a long time. I'm sure that's because if you remember something hard, if you don't remember something happy, it breaks your heart)
Mr. Presha's dream and Lune, who is connecting me to my consciousness, speak.
If Roune is right, how sad is that?
I still don't know what the answer is. What can we do to set free the mind that has been imprisoned in the past?
Mr. Presha's memories flow. Joining His Royal Highness Astina's guerrilla squad, she enters the Aldrone Valley - where only three knights advance and attempt a breakthrough, controlling that they will die in vain to the men they intend to accompany.
Horse fences are laid on the valley road as a measure of cavalry. For the Gurnica Urban Alliance, the land was supposed to be the key to a difficult downfall - if 'normal cavalry' is the opponent.
"- Ha!
Mr. Raquel waved his horse spear immediately and proceeded as he swung down the horse fence - the sight was as if even a tornado was passing by.
On the battlefield, the sound of a bell - on a pouring arrow, Mr. Raquel's horse raises a big candle and starts his half.
"What are you doing... the succeeding, bow cavalry... eh"
"- Raquel, please replace the spear! Fast to be noticed by enemies... this is... eh"
Her Royal Highness Astina prevents the downpouring arrows with a skinny sword - they were supposed to break through on three horsebacks like this, and they had to stop the horse when they realized what was going on.
"Why... to the inside of the border, an enemy archer lays low... PRESHAH!
"- Ha!
Flashing a spear, Mr. Presha slaps down an arrow that flies from behind. Yes, behind us - they passed by, from the cliff that sandwiched the valley, an enemy archer fired at them.
And I'm stunned by the sight I looked back and saw. Following them, there was no sign of a unit that was supposed to cover them from the rear - a long bow unit to tow enemy archers after the three horsemen, and a bow cavalry should follow, but instead of entering the valley, they are in a position to block their exit.
- It's Dadrum's uncle who leads the follow-on unit. Dadrum, who refrains beside him, only brought His Highness Astina's direct men forward and did not seek to play their part.
"Despicable... that you will not come down before this time...!
"Attract the attack of Raquel, Presha, and the enemy… oh, no other cavalry can prevent the arrows! But if we..."
If I tell him I've killed His Highness, the Dadrums will be guilty - and yet I would have gone into such stupidity as a result of running into my own life cuteness.
Or was the Second Queen of Cassandra already interfering? Either way, His Royal Highness Astina, who was left in isolated form in enemy lands, even found it difficult to survive out of the valley - but.
"-Presha!"
Mr. Presha, who kept beating down the downpouring arrows, let the horse run - neither His Highness Astina nor Mr. Raquel were in a situation that could be followed by her.
The Horse Fence Zone destroyed by Mr. Raquel had ceased to serve as a deterrent to the cavalry. The cavalry that came out of the enemy fort would still have stepped that no one could reach them - until Mr. Presha came running among the falling arrows.
"Why can't I hit the arrow... oh, I'm dying...!
"- Yah!
There was a blood wind. Long spears are rolled out to tear the sky apart, picking it up with one person, again, without letting the enemy cavalry respond to one another.
"-Presha, go back! Don't protrude on your own, you're too close to the enemy fort...!
Mr. Raquel is screaming - Mr. Presha had received that voice.
"I'm... already..."
Several cavalry returning blood, with inevitable arrows on her shoulders, still she tries to move on.
"... now... it ends..."
"- Whoa!
An exasperated knight in the sight of his companion's death abandons himself and advances - Mr. Presha, who has received an arrow, moves dull and tries hard, but his grip weakens for a moment and his long spear leaves his hand.
An enemy cavalry raises its roar. Neither at that moment did Mr. Presha feel any fear.
- But it was just trying to get rid of my heart and accept pain and everything.
"- Pull it off, Presha!
I heard a voice I couldn't possibly hear.
Mr. Presha's body reacts. As soon as she avoids the spear of the enemy soldier rolled out, a single arrow stands on the shoulder of the enemy soldier.
"Gu......!
Mr. Presha snatches the spear from the enemy rider and pushes it off the horse - he didn't use his powerless right hand, he did it with his left hand alone.
The arrows of cover were not the only ones released by Mr. Diete - Mr. Diete's men lined up on a cliff on the south side of the valley, causing the arrows to pour down towards the enemy army.
"Captain Astina, Lord Raquel! There are no more than fifty righteous knights Diete, and we have been delayed! I'll be under command now!
Mr. Diete had exterminated the enemy archers lying on the southern cliff, whether they had carried out an ambush or not - the archers on the north side were towed with long bows flying from across the street to loosen the hand of the attack on the valley.
Mr. Presha, Mr. Raquel is not the only one - Mr. Diete is also a 'majesty' with no one lined up as a bow cavalry.
With support, His Highness Astina orders more than a hundred rides of troops to make a breakthrough. Still immobile, the Dadrums seemed just confused by the fate that destroyed them no longer to preserve themselves.
If His Highness survives, their betrayal will be exposed. Overall, it should be a thousand soldiers, but less than two hundred follow His Highness's command - but there should not have been as much force on the enemy side that relied on the terrain.
"Presha, hold on! I'll give you a scratch allowance right away... just a little more, just a little more... Huh!
Mr. Raquel catches up, and Mr. Presha follows, pulling the reins with one hand to run the horse. His Royal Highness Astina and the other cavalry catch up, safely through the valley - and.
The fort of the enemy country, which was supposed to be eyeing the valley and holding down the main impulse of the border, was stormed by Mr. Raquel's horse spear, which breaks even the stone wall, allowing the invasion of the Lazennaia army.
The fort, which did not envisage being invaded, was brittle, and moments after breaking through the valley, the flag of the Kingdom of Lazennaia rose in the fortress - the first battle between His Highness Astina and the Three Knights aligned closed in the form of victory.
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The Gurnica Urban Alliance was devastated by the occupation of the fortifications of the Aldrone Valley by Lazennaia.
The urban alliance, which did not succeed in attempting to recapture the fort many times and was exhausted by repeated engagements, could no longer contain civil discontent, offering and accepting a ceasefire in favor of Lazennaia.
The armament drawdown of the Urban Alliance was made a condition of a ceasefire, which also reduced the Eastern armies and changed their name to 'Eastern Guardian', but the soldiers returned to the centre or went to other battlefields - which would also cause an ambush by the hardliners of the Urban Alliance, at which time His Highness Astina had transferred to the Western Front and was entrusted with the guardian of the Fortress of Ayrrose, on the grounds of the medals already raised on the Eastern Front.
The Knights of Isle Rose just for women. It means that all the knights and soldiers who aspired to be under His Highness Astina were women.
The male knights could not accept the female commander. But the figure of His Royal Highness Astina, the princess but fighting with her sword on the front line, was enthusiastically supported by the female knights and soldiers.
Ms. Presha, who became an Orthodox Knight, was entrusted by the attacking captain to continue the lion's excitement during the riot crackdown on the territory and the incursion of the Zirconian Empire.
Respect for His Highness Astina, vision for Mr. Raquel. Friendship with Mr. Diete - and interaction with the soldiers of the fortress who admire Mr. Presha's strength.
All of that was comfortable for Mr. Presha.
But at night. He falls asleep with his mother's leftover doll, is made into a bad dream, and cannot help but reject those who approach him.
Bottom of the dark. Always in a place like this, Mr. Presha continues to be frustrated by the consciousness of sin - by being shown what her mother looks like, like she is in front of me.
"What's wrong? This kid belongs to me. You should take care of your own daughter. '
A spirit that dwells in a lesion in the name of consciousness of sin and erodes Mr. Presha - it was no longer anything but homogeneous to the Underworld Spirit.
I couldn't help but notice the underworld spirit that was lodged in Noyne because Mr. Presha was trying to accept everything. She couldn't deny what my mother looked like.
I sincerely respect Mr. Presha's heart - and I want to save her from everything that goes into that pain.
'Then you'll give it back? the time I was supposed to be with my daughter.'
'... it can't be'
The underworld, who looked like Mr. Presha's mother, laughs. They're laughing at my helplessness.
'I won't give this child to you. My sweet Presha... stay young forever and go to the same place as me'
(My Summoner... I have a nightmare for Presha...!
'Huh...!
The underworld spirits change their appearance - the appearance of imitating a person changes while they see it.
Black snake. It is not similar to what was eroding the noin. It was Mr. Presha, who looked like a child - tangled in her spirit itself and devoured by its neck muscles.
"Ku..................................................................................................................................................................................................."
'... so much... lurk in people's minds, suffer... for years...!
There can't be any reason why she should suffer so much. I have fought as a knight and kept defending this country - doing enough to seep blood to gain the strength to fight.
"You too are with this child... here, sleep forever"
(- Summoner, run away...!
The black snake that's tying Mr. Presha up peels his fangs at me.
I knew I'd worry about Lune, but I dared to take it with my arm. Even in dreams, the toothache that protrudes does not change, but rather tastes the agony more intense than reality.
"Gu... ah... ah..."
'... stupid kid. If you'd deserted this human being and run away, you wouldn't have to suffer. Why do humans always do things for nothing'
The voice of the Underworld Spirit, who stopped imitating Mr. Presha's mother, was a terribly deaf one - it sounded multiple times and didn't make a sound coming out of a person's throat.
(Summoner... If you bully the Summoner, I'll deal with him...)
'I'm fine... this pain is nothing. No big deal......'
Though a nightmare, the blood shed leads straight to death as it is. Spirit bleeds is synonymous with loss of magic.
'Now I've never figured out the pain... just part of it. I don't know a single shard of the pain Mr. Presha has tasted...'
If I pull the "hit" spirits, I become a military magician. I've taken that for granted - and once I was disappointed that it didn't.
Even for a moment I thought I was unhappy when I pulled the Spirit of 'Off', now it's just a shameful past.
I was able to learn in a safe place called the Academy without being frightened by the war. Mr. Presha couldn't even give me something like that that I took for granted.
'I'm an idiot... a big idiot. Even though Mr. Presha called me a teacher, he accepted that as a matter of course. I... I didn't deserve to be called a teacher by her... because I used magic to get results... that's all I meant to be great... eh'
I was meant to be able to fight just like her. Even if you can't use your sword or your spear, you're magically instrumental.
That you admitted to me, that was all I was satisfied with. I was uncomfortable, but I didn't do anything to make sure of it - even while she was suffering like this.
"... hey... no... just me... that, people..."
A voice that sounds interrupted. Even if it's so painful, she doesn't ask for help.
There is more to be enjoyed by her than pain, more than suffering.
To this end - purify the poison caused by the fangs of the Spirit.
'What... are you trying to do? Trying to rip me off this girl won't do it. Because my fangs are stabbed deep. Sooner or later, this child will die... will you please stay out of the way?
Poison that erodes people's hearts. In normal medicine, there is no such thing as its special effects. It is also said that that is the only way to keep healing over time.
But if that is what is brought about by a kind of Spirit, then the story is different. I'm a "spiritualist" - if the pathology the Spirit brings, I should be able to heal.
"You might have punched your fangs in me too and thought that was it. For a doctor to bite a snake, it makes sense...... RUNE! Extract the poisonous antibodies you made in me!
(Huh... Antibodies... Your husband's power to fight poison... Ray wants you to come too, you two are going to help your husband!
'I've been waiting.' Cause I thought there was something I could do. '
Drawn into his dreams by Arlaune, Ray reveals himself - swallowing all his temper and using it as his own strength, "Magic Drake". If I had that power, I wouldn't have created antibodies and sucked out the poison that was left in me.
'... before making antibodies, it was dangerous if the poison turned. The Summoner is too impotent.'
Ray, who looks like a young girl, stares at me. But I apologize for worrying after I finished everything.
'Poisonous antibodies... you can't get me out of this kid's heart where you created something like that. Together the whole time...... I need to keep an eye on you until Presha breaks everything'
Do you continue to play until the end - or is this Mr. Presha's wish? Has the desire for the mother to live in any way caused this disease?
I think Mr. Presha's kindness is honorable. But it has to end now - even if they say it's ideal and it's just a decision, I don't think Mr. Presha's mother is trying to torment her daughter.
'Don't insult anyone who's gone any more. Mr. Presha's mother would never say that......!
'... no... your mother, she's gonna die... I'm already...'
"- I don't think so! Everything, it's never too late!
With the power of Ray, the poison that binds my movements disappears. At the next moment, my arms sparkle - the Divine Tree connected via His Highness, the 'Witch', responded to my summons.
- I live in my branch, and I live in an inn tree. Stay in the right hand of the contractor, and all the filth in his eyes -.
A sign appears on my arm indicating my covenant with the Divine Tree. It strikes like a storm, the black snake that was tying Mr. Presha - nothing to fear, sticking out his right hand - and the yadrigi's jaws, which arise from his entire arm, inhibit the movement of the black snake, tangle it, suck up the force and wither away.
'- Ahhh... ahhh... disappear... disappear, disappear...'
"No... don't turn it off... from me, get your mother... eh"
"- Look forward, Presha Hortensia! What you get in your own hands is worthless unless you admit it yourself!
Did you get my word, or, Mistoltin's power?
Mr. Presha's mental body as a young figure opens up from the bondage of the Spirit of the Underworld. But the separated Spirit still flies around her trying to possess Mr. Presha again.
'Summoner... it is Mr. Presha herself who is keeping that enemy here. Mr. Presha has to win for herself...... Huh!
Roune produces his own split flowers from the ground and tries to protect Mr. Presha - but as Roune said, the Underworld Spirit, instead of weakening, grows in strength again.
At a young age now, it also seemed impossible to say that I could beat Mr. Presha.
'But then... I'll help. It's also my job to help patients heal... Mistrutin!
It was my last bet. Before Mr. Presha is possessed again, she herself must defeat the Spirit of the Underworld - and for that, lend the power of Mistrutine.
"... ah..."
Mr. Presha, who was squatting, is intertwined in his arms with a pale glow of yadrigi.
Mistrutine follows Mr. Presha's heart. to the emotion of 'wanting to live'.
A black snake strips his fangs and hits Mr. Presha. She opened her hands and took it herself.
"Mr. Presha...... Huh!
'... it's okay. My Summoner... your sister Presha...'
Arlaune had a better understanding of what had happened. Embracing the Underworld Spirit who was poking poisonous fangs at his heart, Mr. Presha whispers to Mistoltin, who had him wrapped around his right arm.
'... Mother, I'm sorry. I...'
Mistoltin adds radiance. The dying Spirit is infused with the unbroken power of purification that the family of the Divine Tree possesses.
'- Ahhh... ahhh...!
The scream changed from halfway through to the sound of something unusual - and disappeared.
The grass that gave rise to Arlaune receives the body of Presha, who is exhausted and falls. I rushed over, and for the first time then, I saw a scar in Mr. Presha's heart.
'... to the teacher... you didn't want to show it... mine, the ugliest part...'
I don't even think of shards as ugly. But words don't come out any time soon.
Now I can only serve as a doctor. Because the appearance of Presha's heart, which rubbed off into a blur and left a large dental mark on her neck, seemed too stiff.
'... this serum will make the poison go away. Mr. Presha... would you please accept'
Mr. Presha nods. And Roune sprouts flowers from a plant that holds her body - dew born in petals, I carry to Mr. Presha's mouth.
As clear as I don't think it was created from poison, Shizuku - the antibodies wipe away the poison that was taking Mr. Presha's heart.
"... thank you, Doctor..."
I hear voices. From Mr. Presha's dreams, consciousness rapidly drifts away.
The last voice I heard - one day, it was mine.
- Mr. Presha is not a monster.
I don't know what she thought of the word now. I just wish she had told me there was no lie there now.
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The moonlight is plugged in. The windows in the desolate room should have been closed, but now they were opened by someone's hand.
- Leslie. Hooded and dressed as a man, but she was coming into the room.
"... because Ray says he's worried about Brother Glass. If you bring him in, be quiet for a little while... when he comes in..."
Leslie is trying to say something, something hard to go on. If you're worried about me, I don't think you can blame me for coming into the room.
"... sooo..."
(Huh...!!
I can hear my sleep right around the corner - I'm sitting in bed at some point, Mr. Presha nodding on my lap.
"Hey, what the hell is this... you're self-absorbed for treatment, unconscious behavior..."
"I know that, but... Raquel and the others said you shouldn't approach Mr. Presha when he's having nightmares. But it seems to be okay now."
Leslie smiles and walks over here. When she picked up the doll that had fallen on the floor, she tried to gently stroke it and dust it (dust).
"Something important...... I need to clean you up properly. If you don't forgive me, I can't."
"Right. If Mr. Presha wants, I want you to fix it."
I'm on my lap. I can't even touch Mr. Presha. Roune looks like he's having fun, and Ray seems to want a little something - just like he wants himself to.
"I think Mr. Presha needed Brother Glass's treatment today. Always, I seem to be in a hurry to live... because I was worried about you. He's a strong man, so maybe it's weird for me to worry."
"That's not true. I'm getting old, and I hope we can talk more from now on."
"... yeah. I'd like to talk to Mr. Presha, too, if that's okay. After the Zirconia thing settles down."
Because we started the conversation, or the door knocked and opened slowly. You were still awake worried, Mr. Raquel and Mr. Diete came into the room and breathed when they saw Mr. Presha asleep.
"... Even I have known each other for a long time, I have never seen Presha so forgiving to people. Glass, in what way... no, is it wild to ask"
"A little, I envy you...... yes, no. That's a pretty good way to solve insomnia. If I presha, with such a happy sleeping face..."
"... Summoner, when I get back to your room, oh, uh, ahhh..."
"No, no... we're spirits, so don't say it like I am..."
I don't know what to do. It's what I screamed in my dreams, but the implications now are so peaceful.
Both Lune and Ray. And all of the Knights - so that they can move away from the days of battle and live in peace. I will continue to do everything I can.
"You've both worked hard, so I won't shy away. Listening to the Spirit is normal as a spiritual user."
"Wow..."
"... really... me, even though it's dangerous..."
Does Mandrake care that some treatments are dangerous plants? As far as I'm concerned, I don't need to worry about that.
"... let it be..."
The first issue for now is when Mr. Presha will wake up - but we may have to wait until dawn. I can't be alone then, so I just have to ask Lune and Ray to watch.
Tomorrow's military debate will determine the future policy. Mr. Raquel, Mr. Diete needs to get enough rest - Leslie and Noyne too.
And I want to make sure of one thing. The way I felt when I lent Mistoltin to Mr. Presha - that seemed to suggest a new possibility for my magic.