Ah, I thought this was a dream.
It was just -- it was weird. It's not my previous life's dream, is it?
I feel like I'm out there looking at someone.
- Are you beaten?
The moment I thought about it, the world I was looking at from the inside changed to one from the outside.
From the viewpoint of the boy being beaten, to the viewpoint where the boy being beaten can be seen.
Boy... the boy isn't even ten yet. I don't think the nutritional status is good, so maybe it's a little older.
"Dark hair, dark blue eyes..." She looks gentle and no less gentle than Alec in childhood. The first thing I remembered about someone close to me was when I was a child of Master Sill. Ah, but if it's just the color of your hair and eyes, what's the closest thing...?
Even though he's been beaten, the boy doesn't resist at all.
Hold your sword! Fight!
{...... No way. That's enough. I can't spend any more time on failures. "
But......
It also had a negative impact on Nataniel-sama. Do it as soon as possible. "
One of the men who had been beating and kicking assaults grabbed the boy's chest and spat.
Is it because the wound will heal anyway? It heals beautifully in a few days without leaving a scar, whether you hit or cut. I envy you, but you must have talent as well as constitution. This is your final word of advice: "Fight!"
I don't want to...
The boy answers completely. A man threw the boy's body to the ground.
I couldn't hold back, and even if I tried to slap as hard as I could when I approached a man, I slipped through. This is a little dream, isn't it? Isn't it a dream that that young man will come out? Isn't that why I'm the strongest?
It's too much of a hobby for your dreams.
The boy coughs up relievedly and gets up.
My gaze doesn't fit. The boy can't see me. But what the boy thinks is going to be conveyed.
The boy didn't have a name.
However, I knew that they thought I was out of line.
Because it came from what was expected.
It was hoped that they would demonstrate unusual combat abilities. However, even though the child-born-boy grew up and was able to hold the sword, he was afraid to wield it.
That's why we don't fight.
Well then, let's get rid of it.
The man stunned the boy with more beatings, tied his body and weighed down.
Hey, you're lying, right? Even if you open your mouth, you won't make a sound.
I can only look at it.
The boy's body was thrown into the spreading lake. - It's sinking.
To get close enough to the water, the extended hand only pushed through the boy's body.
Gobbling, water enters the boy's open mouth. The boy, who was struggling with his limbs, suddenly calmed down. That's right. Good luck!
I held my breath and tried to take the dagger that I had hidden in my shoe. However, grabbing it, the dagger fell into the water.
Ahh!
I'm going to catch you somehow... I'm going to slip through! My uselessness!
But the boy's left hand finally grabbed the dagger. I cut the rough rope that was attached to my legs. Along with the rough rope, the weight sinks to the bottom of the water. The body became lighter, and the boy poured water. I struggled to rise to the ground. The top is just water, dark. I can't see anything. I had no choice but to swallow the water, believing that I could eventually go out into the earth. It becomes difficult to hold your breath and water enters your open mouth.
I know the boy like I know myself. Do you think I'm assimilating her?
Ohhh! Gohhhh, Gehhhhh!
Only the face comes out on the surface of the water. In search of air, open your mouth wide.
A boy with one hand on the shore noticed the sign of a man.
What, are you still alive?
A man stepped on the boy's right hand with the sole of his shoe at his disposal.
Just get out of the way.
- Stop it! I can feel it.
This girl's heart is getting harder and harder...
... what?
The boy muttered.
Finally, as I was stepping on my hand, I understood.
It was a very simple thing to do.
...... I......
What? You don't want to die? the remnants...... "
Vigorously, the boy thrust his left dagger into the man's leg, swinging from the water. Screams rise.
The dagger wasn't meant to hurt people.
I don't want to know, but I do. The boy's heart is aching.
Just as he expected talent from himself, so he expected it.
Someone's coming for me. Help me. Give me a hand.
But...
Finally, I understand.
- How do you do?
At last, the boy was satisfied.
- They're not coming for help.
If you want to live, you have to do it yourself. I have no choice but to make my own way.
No matter what means are used.
Only you can rely on yourself.
If you notice that, the weapon will get used to your hands badly. Cold, inorganic tools don't betray themselves. You can manipulate whatever you want.
Fear of holding the sword - I was foolish enough to be afraid of fighting humans.
I don't know what's going to happen if I do this...!
Fight. Shall I show you my talent?
- I'll show you.
The boy bursts out.
- No one's coming to help us.
The boy's heart is being conveyed. Resolved to give up.
And even though this was a dream, I knew how he fought.
On the other hand, she looked like she had been beaten with no resistance. Overwhelming, difference.
Yes, that's right. This boy, his black hair, his dark blue eyes, his dagger...
Clifford...?
A voice came out.
With the dagger - just like the one I borrowed in "The Empty Room" - the boy who was bleeding instantly looked back.
Can you hear me?
Who are you?
A hostile, cold question echoes.
The boy looked at me. Like Clifford, his dark blue eyes widened defenselessly in amazement.
My mouth is moving...
There, I woke up from my dreams.
That's all I can remember about my dreams.