Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

The kingdom of Gracis, which ended the Toyota Festival in a connected manner. The people who had gathered in the Wang capital also returned home, and the Wang capital showed a bit of a different buzz than the festival.

And the two men Hershelik was protecting were about to leave the king's capital by multiplying them.

"Prince, thank you for your help. Thank you.

After completing her journey schedule, Krenai lowered her head deeply to Hershelik, who responded with a smile.

"No, thank you for your help. Thank you, Mr. Krenai.

Thanks to her, she also made progress with past case investigations and was likely to be able to give planning instructions soon after next semester.

To Hershelik, who is in a good mood, Krenai smiles and shows as usual.

"Well, I'll send Mr. Krenai first.

To the two in a soothing atmosphere, Oran said, feathering a hooded coat over a simple plain clothing.

"Yeah, nice to meet you.

Hershelik nods and shows at Oran's words.

By appointment, Krenai and Ao were to leave separately and rendezvous with merchants arranged by Hershelik outside the Wang capital. Why go separately, because if we're together when things go wrong, we might not be able to deal with it.

Ao is supposed to spend time choosing and rendezvous with less crowded paths along with Cro.

"You'll be fine, but be careful, Oran.

"Leave it to me.

Oran answers Hershelik's words with a smile. Ao approached Krenai watching them like that and took her hand.

"See you again, huh?

Ao confirms while holding her hand. For him, who lacked emotion, it was an anxious voice. Clenai nodded at him with a smile that was no different than usual.

Oran prompts Krenai to leave Ao. And again, I lowered my head deeply to Hershelik.

"Give him my regards, Prince.

Hershelik nods. At that time Hershelik did not consider the words in depth. But it was later that I learned the truth of the word.

A boulevard that people waste. Oran stopped walking as his coat was pulled, paying attention to his surroundings. Looking back, Clenai, who also came in a hooded jacket to hide his face, is leaning down.

"Mr. Krenai, what is it?

"Sorry, I think I'm drunk with the heat..."

If Octa asks, Krenai answered with a weak voice.

As if to prove her words, she looked pale, wrinkled between her eyebrows as if she was nauseated, and put her hands on her mouth.

Sure, it's autumn today, but it's clear with no clouds, and it's hot as summer. In the meantime, if I wore a hooded jacket to hide my face, I would think that Oran, who usually works out, would have a hard time with horns and women.

"So do you want to go down the back road?

Oran prompts her and goes right into the sidewalk.

But when I walked a few minutes into a sidewalk with little public access, I heard a clatter behind my back. When Oran looked back, he almost fell as Krenai slipped against the building wall.

"Mr. Krenai!?

More than Oran rushes, he reaches down on his knees to support her. But the next moment, Clenai's palm was wiped in front of Oran. On its palm the embellished neckline of blue jewels swayed on the gold pedestal, and Oran learns of his faults when the Devil's Word of Crenai reached his ear.

Blue gems sparkle faster than Oran takes the distance. With his arms around him to shield his eyes from that brilliance, Oran was struck by a sudden drowsiness, disbalancing his body and striking his shoulders hard against the wall.

The eyelids are heavy and difficult to resist drowsiness as if they were invited to sleep deeper, even though it is something that would wake up from that punched pain.

(Done, got...)

While poisoning the inner orang, he realizes that he has been subjected to manipulative magic.

Originally Oran is aware that his magic is not high. Because not everyone is like Hershelik, simple initial magic can be used, but it is a level of magic that you do not feel comfortable resisting manipulative magic. But Oran, a knight, can make his opponent incapable of combat faster than a magician can exercise his magic, and because manipulative magic is a magic that greatly depends on the target's mental power, it cannot be said to be a fatal weakness. If it were magic, even Oran would have been able to resist in his own spirit.

But this time, he was completely surprised by the Krenai he trusted, and the magic of the operating system was so powerful that he ignored his own magic.

"Cle, Nye...... Sa......"

I call my attacking drowsiness, my distant consciousness, and my heavier eyelids in a temper to resist the name. Clenai spoke to him in a knee-jerked position while still surprised by his conscious Oran.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Octa. This is the magic of hypnosis that only puts the subject to sleep. No physical harm.

"What..."

I couldn't speak to the end of the question that I was thinking. But she either understands it or smiles like she's in trouble.

"Give him... Regards Gail. I have something to do.

Oran questions the first name he hears, but reaches out more than that and tries to catch her. But before Oran's hand could reach him, Krenai stood up and left, so the extended hand cut off the sky.

"Ma..."

"Me too..."

Still, Krenai spins the words so as to block the words of Oran who tries to pull them together. The look on her face wasn't her usual flattering grin or troubled look, but she was still a crying smile.

Oran could only escort Krenai, who turned his back and left early enough, with a distorted vision.

My body, which does not move as I wish, and my consciousness, which is oppressed as if it could be held down... I knew it would be easier if I closed my eyelids.

Oran bites his lips. The pain only clarified my consciousness for a moment and the taste of blood spread in my mouth. But soon drowsiness strikes me to take that consciousness away.

Oran did not hesitate. When I pulled out the knife I was carrying immediately, I cut it into my own arm.

Krenai leaves Oran in the alley and goes down the back road to keep one person unobtrusive. And when I got into the carriage that was in the promised place and sat in my seat, I removed the hood.

"Here you go.

So I smile and talk to the person sitting face to face.

"Yeah, I waited quite a while. What about the chaser?"

The person spoken to, Thomas Rosehome, nods aloud and asks. Clenai shakes her head sideways with a smile, without looking offended.

"No problem.

"… Shall we go?

Thomas didn't say anything to her that didn't break her expression, and she let the carriage leave.

Upon receiving the news, Hershelik felt his blood make a noise and pull.

Hershelik rushes over to his own lead knight, who came back to his room supported by the soldiers.

He had a cloth wrapped around his arm, but the red spread the area over time. It was obvious that the red was his fluids.

"Oran!?

"Sorry, alarm, I paid…………………"

To his lord, who came running over, Oran, seated in his chair, answers weakly. Crow moves before Hershey directs Oran to speak. Crowe kicked out as he told the soldiers who had carried Oran that there was no point in saying anything else, and immediately knelt on Oran's side with the first aid kit in his hand.

"We need to take care of the injury immediately..."

Lose your mind. While listening to Hershelik, who turned blue, Crowe rips off a bright red stained cloth. And I looked at the incision, and I saw Oran's face.

"Did you do it yourself?

Clos broke because the incision was clean, important blood vessels were avoided, and even more because it was not a limb or leg.

"Without pain, consciousness………"

Saying so, Oran repeats his shallow breath into small pieces. Now Shiro approached the condition.

"Is that the magic of hypnosis?

"Shiro, can't you disarm it?

Hershelik asks Shiro, with a slightly hasty voice, who explores the magic done to Oran with his hands behind his back.

"Forcing the disarming of magic that is already acting on the spirit is dangerous. And the magic of my psychic manipulation system..."

Distorted his brilliant face, Shiro clouded the words ahead. So Hershelik guesses.

The magic of the psychic manipulation system is traumatic for Shiro. Because in the past, memories were long altered and nearly dominated by those I trusted. So Shiro doesn't use manipulative magic of his own choosing.

"…… but it is possible to interfere with magical effects.

To Hershelik's appearance distorting his face as if he had been beaten, Shiro puts his hand on Oran's forehead and utters a demonic word when he leaks a small sigh. Pure white hair glowed pale and purple, while Oran's rough breathing moderated somewhat.

"Make an allowance. Be patient."

"…… Don't hesitate, do it without. Without pain, you can't stay conscious………………."

When Crowe takes out the cloth for hemostasis and says it while wrapping it around Oran's arm, Oran answers even as he sweats on his forehead.

"Oran, you can hold my hand hard.

Hershelik grabs Oran's grip.

Tie the base of the arm so that Clo quickly compresses the blood vessels and keep the arm handled. Shiro continues to utter his demonic words, but there were more wrinkles between his eyebrows than usual.

Hershelik endured the pain of Oran holding his hand hard, but he just had to watch.

"Hershey......"

Even if Shilo's magic is working, it must be hard. To Oran, who gives a rubbed voice, Hershelik holds his hand, as if to indicate his presence.

"Oran, it's just a short one. Describe the situation.

I would like to give it a rest immediately if it were meant to be. But that is unacceptable. Because he resists magic until he hurts himself, and his actions that come to reward him are wasted.

"Klenai, you..."

Oran wrinkles between his eyebrows as if to resist the magic of hypnosis several times along the way, reporting everything that was interrupted.

That Krenai did magic to herself. And the fact that he left him as he was. When we broke up, that she wasn't normal.

"I'm sorry.

I watched the four of them at a distance... Ao opened his mouth when I could only watch them.

"Ao.

With Oran's hand in his hand, Hershelik turns his gaze to him. Ao continued his words as he lay down his gaze to escape his gaze.

"I hear that the magic just makes me unable to resist sleep and is not harmful to my body.

In the past, that was something a fellow who was good at magic had her hold for protection. Its magic gear, activated with a short demonic statement, said its speed of activation and immediacy is a sale.

"……… Gail is, after all, you, huh?

Oran speaks of the name that Krenai pronounced. Ao did not deny Oran's words.

"I'm so sorry.

That's all Ao says and stands up.

"…… Ao, is the word sorry because she is still the 'treasure of the military'?

Let go of Oran's hand, Hershelik stands up. And to the words that came out of Hershelik, Ao looked up all the time.

"You know, you were there?

"Excuse me, let me look into it. You two had a lot of unnatural things to do.

The discomfort I was feeling for both of us. Hershelik was really curious about it and asked Crowe to look into it. And there was civil strife in the military, and the troops commanded by so many genius warriors as to be called "military treasures" were devastated, and the genius warriors were missing.

That period coincided with the time they appeared, and if she was in the position of military master, her high level of administrative competence was also satisfactory. Coincidentally, I also saw a scale of her talent as a military mentor in her own kidnapping.

They must have escaped from the military under some circumstances and fled into the kingdom. It was not even thought that the military would make it so easy for the military to run away from what was called the 'treasure of the military'. If you have an Orc tribe, you can easily imagine that the getaway is the Federation, and the military will be able to wait on the border with the Federation. And a genius warrior who even said, "Treasure of the Army," would know to take it. The only option left to them is to betray the military's expectations and head to the kingdom.

"I didn't mean to say anything or pursue anything if I was leaving this country for the Federation without anything.

If they didn't say so, I was going to remain silent. Because we thought it was for each other.

"But you talk more than this has happened, don't you?

Ao closed his eyes and silenced for a few beats to Hershelik's words, which were quiet but did not make him say yes or no, and then he decided to be ready and opened his eyes and mouth.

"My real name is Gail. He was captain of a combat slave unit in the military. And she is a slave troop warrior, Artelise Danville... a genius warrior who was said to be a 'treasure of the military'. The prince is right, we have fled the army.