In my previous life, I had a sister, and I was the second daughter of two sisters.
Namely - youngest child!
In the Esphere, Celius - I have a brother, but this, even though I have a problem with it, is not the kind of brother or sister that I could sweeten or say as much as I did to my sister, or fight.
Parents - Father and Edgar are not the same as modern Japanese parents and children. Sometimes it's same-sex marriage, unique to the king of Esphere, where the two of you are not directly connected to me by blood - best of all, the difference between royalty and common people. First of all, it's hard for me to just meet you outside of dinner! You're a parent and a child! Especially Father!
So both of us, rather than our parents, it feels like His Majesty the King and his king's concubine are going to stick together.
And if I were born a princess in such an environment, I wouldn't be able to remain my youngest child's temperament either.
- Above all, one more thing.
There was a big difference.
I'm reborn, Alec! I've got a cute little brother!
Here, I have to work hard as your sister!
... but the youngest childhood is longer compared to the previous and present life. I didn't disappear from inside me.
- So there's someone whose youngest spirit makes me look like that!
It's my uncle! You said everything I could to get you in trouble!
Reflect and keep your distance, but you're already input into my brain as a dependable adult. Especially on occasions like this, your uncle feels amazing about his appearance!
My uncle's here, so I'm fine now.
Oh, there's going to be tears of relief. Maybe the tear glands are loose because I cried earlier. The elbows and face I was straining are so loose.
Master Sil is also a man. It is heavy to stand and continue to support. I sat down with Master Sil in my arms.
"- This place is surrounded by us. Drop your weapon and surrender, and we'll guarantee your life."
The voice of my uncle, who obeyed the soldiers behind him, crosses into the 'space of the sky'.
But if you refuse, you will use force to control it.
In keeping with the words, the soldiers set up their weapons simultaneously as if to intimidate them. An undisturbed, trained movement. I think he's a private soldier at the Duke of Nightfellow's house, but he's no better than a soldier at the Royal Castle.
- Surrender or not, choose.
With the arrival of a comforting reinforcement named Uncle, the situation in "The Sky Between" had changed.
I'm nailing my uncle. Not much, I'm late to notice, but from what point, the crooks, including the two "obedient," are all stopping the movement. If you look at it in a still state, it was about 'obedient' to be pimped and the other enemies barely stood.
Yeah, that 'obedience' too...... the younger 'obedience' suffers a slender slaughter on his left arm. Probably in Clifford's offense.
Clifford was - relieved. When they grabbed my wrist, that one was probably angry, but the hindsight is always the same. The blood on the white costume hasn't increased as far as I can see either.
Take refuge in me holding Master Sil, with my sword in place. The expression, I can't see.
... What about Derek and Lust?
I'll kick ass and look for it.
- We're both safe! "In the sky," you know... on the side of the tomb marker. I've moved, but where I and Master Sil were originally.
Derek and Lust stood close. Enemies are also falling around it. Like we were fighting together?
I don't think you're hurt, either? Both, I think the red stain on the clothes is returning blood.
Derek is throwing a rugged glance at my uncle for whatever reason he rushed for me.
Lust is... wearing a mask. For now, only about five bodies seem satisfied. All I had to do was - just one person, not paying any attention to the entrance. What Lust overlooks over the mask is a grave marker engraved with the name of Idealia Esphere.
- Somewhat, no matter what concerns you, your allies, are safe.
Status check, complete.
Yeah! I made a winning clench in my heart. Uncle Fever also fits in somewhat, and even if you think calmly, there are no longer only two obvious effective battles left in the enemy: "Obey".
Besides, no matter how strong the 'obedience' is, one is injured, and before the number of soldiers your uncle is taking with him, he just chooses to surrender...... must. No?
Thanks to the way the 'obedience' came out and watched, I found that the younger 'obedience', still faceless in the hood, exhaled and grabbed the sword pattern all the way!
You're hurt, but you're motivated!
- That, uncle, do you know the enemy has' obedience '? What do you think? As the red-haired young man is connected to his uncle, I'm telling him... I think, for once.
I shouted at my uncle.
"Duke of Nightfellow. Those two are 'obedient'. You won't be forced to fight!
I screamed, but which two would those two be, right? I know, but this isn't the only way to tell my uncle exactly. Supplementary description! And if you try to keep the word going.
"Yes, Your Highness, I advise you, it hurts"
My uncle, who answered instantly, narrowed his dark grey eyes and smiled. At the same time, he gives instructions to red-haired youth with tricks.... Uncle, aren't you surprised? Redhead youth, competent! He was properly telling my uncle about 'obedience'!
"I share His Highness's opinion. Wherever possible, I would avoid fighting 'obedience'"
"Yep.... right"
Yeah, yeah. I nodded.
You mean surrender 'submissive' without fighting! Ideal! The one I failed!
So, how do we do it? I'm a no-plan, but if it's your uncle! Uncle would do something about it!
Right now, this moment continues to rise, as do the tingling tensions I feel!
After I screamed, the younger 'obedient' was about to move, but as soon as my uncle opened his mouth, he stopped again. I guess I decided to see how my uncle would get out.
- At the behest of my uncle, a red-haired young man, once out of the 'space of the sky', returned.
One, pull the girl's hand.
Years, about twelve. She has fluffy silver hair and jewel-like blue eyes.
Wow beautiful! The light water colored dress looks great like a fairy. Aristocrats out of their outfits... of this quasi ball, invitees?
The girl moved her head slowly, left and right, resting one hand on her chest anxiously. Cloud your face on the way. The motion was slightly uncomfortable. Could my eyes... not see?
"Um... Duke. Are you sure, here, you have our squire?... of blood, it smells. Is Emilio hurt? Something bad?
"Miss Tarhenberg. Unfortunately, I don't know the face of your squire. Besides, he seems wary of me. If you call, he will answer too"
"Yes......"
Keep your hands on the youth, the girl steps forward. If you take another step, at its feet, the crook is down.... after all, my eyes. If the youth didn't direct them, the girl almost took a second step, as if there was nothing there.
How could you be in a place like this, uncle...
"... Emilio? Are you there?"
I heard a gibberish bite off my teeth. Hooded, of 'obey'.
"- Yes. Here, sir."
He - Emilio, answered the call. On the girl's face, she seemed a little bloody.
"Emilio, good...... Are you hurt?
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No response. The bloodstain of the girl who returned because of it, shaded again.
"What were you doing here? Have you done your errands? Emilio?"
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'Obey', called Emilio, does not answer. Instead, it was your uncle who spun the words.
"- Apparently, he has something hard for you to say. Miss Tahenberg. I have to talk to Emilio. Give you a chance to talk to him later.... Come on, over there."
With the look of being pulled backwards, the girl, drawn by the red-haired young man, leaves' The Sky Room '.
Miss Tahenberg... Tahen is that Tahen. Historical patterns It's a special place, so the lord who rules that land gets the title Uncle Tahen. Count, not. There is an independent 'Uncle Tahen' as the title of nobility. It wasn't supposed to be on the invitee list for the semiball, though. Uncle Tahen is usually a territory in the first place...... Ah, the Council of the Horses!
I mean, it doesn't matter. I can't believe you brought the little one to this place... Uncle! No, make it irrelevant because you seemed close to 'submissive', it's not like you wish you hadn't seen it! The smell and the strange air must have felt. I should have been scared.
"Oh..."
"- The scraps."
Emilio - I threw down the sword that 'submissive' had erected, with words.
My uncle, and my voice, trying to open my mouth, were utterly dismissed.
The burning angry gaze of 'submissive' who abandoned his weapon and surrendered, to his uncle.
The look on your uncle's face remains the same.
"If you're going to get two, you're not going to try to get your hands on it with a half-baked readiness. Otherwise, we'll have to throw one away. You've come here even if you're not prepared to leave the side of the 'Lord', 'obey'. You are certainly strong, but if you take the 'Lord' as your shield, you are inferior to the recruits. - Not to mention equal to unconscious' Lord 'and other babies"
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"Know that it is you who should turn your anger, 'obey'. If you're going to be so fierce, don't leave for a moment and be on the 'Lord' side. - without creating a gap that can be attached to anyone."
Mm, it's a hard way to put it, and I don't know until I chew it...... erm, Miss Tarhenberg, that pretty girl, is this' Lord 'of' submissive '? That looks like he doesn't know anything... so unconscious? Does that establish a' Lord 'and' Obedience 'relationship? Mystery.
But even if they are - the girl, who is the 'Lord', was with her uncle.
That is.
"'Obedience', who took 'the Lord' hostage, is powerless. I won't face the blade to crush my eyes and get my hands and feet. Once upon a time, the (...) evil (...) demon (...) used it for our 'obedience'."
The other, 'obey'. A man with pitch-black eyes shrugged.
- Um, the devil?
"Do you resent Esphere?"
My uncle knows who you're talking about.
"No, Nightfellow. I don't think so. I am. In the first place, it's a hand that doesn't work for 'obedience' without 'the Lord'.... you know what? At the time, we saw the (...) evil (...) demon (...) place, and we reconsidered the large number of surviving 'submissive'."
That hand, it moves.
"- 'The Lord' and other disasters!
Threw away, the pitch-black 'submissive' threw the flying tool continuously. Target - Uncle!
The soldiers were also agile, but the earliest was Derek. I bounced my first shot with the sword I threw. The second and third pitches are prevented by soldiers. I wonder if 'submissive' is about to break through the entrance, and get the interception in shape.
But - ahead of 'obey', opposite.
It's me. Or, Master Sil, aim? The purpose of this' obedience 'has changed since I saw Master Sil storm out. Dear Sil, go for your life.
Put your strength into Master Sil's arms.
"Protect Your Highness!
Your uncle's decree flew.
- 'Obey' and his gaze bumped. Not Master Sil. - The prey is me. The pitch-black eyes of "Subordinate" dwelt a powerful light. I haven't given up at all. I'm not even willing to die. I said get out of here, determination.
Instead of killing me - to escape alive, I thought I'd take the princess hostage.
If that happens, your uncle may also withdraw his soldiers.
'Obedience', trying to narrow the distance to me at once, gave me a loud tongue slap. Because Clifford got stuck from the side.
Not if I'm sitting around. Pull Master Sil and manage to move......
Clifford, who can cross his sword with 'Obedience', is visible in his sight.
Than moving poorly -.
I lowered my floating hips.
"Clifford! Let him live and capture him!
I'm sure you know Master Sil's 'something', 'obey'. If you're normal, you're more likely to fight crazy to death than you can fathom. - But Clifford can win.
Don't kill me, I can catch you. Trust me, okay.
- I understand.
Clifford's mouth engraves an invincible grin.
"Let me live," he said? It's something licked!
The 'submissive' onslaught began.
The soldiers kept us away from the battle.
That's about it, Clifford and "obey," different levels on both sides. As far as I can tell, if you put your hands in the way of Clifford if you try to help him poorly.
The war situation, antagonistic - a little, Clifford is being pushed.
I think this "submissive" added or subtracted somewhere to the "submissive" named Emilio, whether it was conscious or unconscious, even as he fought. Besides, there were occasions like when they targeted Master Sil and joined Clifford.
- Seriously, I wasn't even confronted with Clifford.
But now the 'obedience' seriousness, which is good at fighting ability, is being tapped. The work of the year... I feel like I'm more skilled than the other Emilio because I'm only a leader. Among the "obedient," it's probably quite, stronger.
And then - I'm fighting Clifford, but I'm trying to avoid it, I am.
Only, the purpose is me. 'Obey' 's aim is to reach beyond Clifford.
You don't have to beat Clifford, 'obey', 'cause you just have to get me.
I had a bad imagination.
"Obey," if you take the "Lord" hostage, you have no hands or feet.
In case I get caught. If an enemy finds out that me and Clifford are in a relationship of 'Lord' and 'Obedience', they catch me as a hostage - the person can make Clifford stop the fight.... That's not all. It's the same thing you're indirectly letting 'obey' - you can even let Clifford fight on your side, right?
If I were you, I'd let Clifford and his uncles fight, for chrissakes...
A tall, unpleasant sound sounded.
Clifford's sword dances through the universe.
"Clifford!
To pick it up, it's too far. Besides, the 'obedience' sword is already about to be swung down. I almost meditated on my eyes.
Clifford, who turned his torso and pulled back, kicked something with his leg.
- Sword.
Emilio, that young 'submissive' is the one who threw it away.
Like a creature, it jumped off the stone floor.
Clifford grabs the sword with his left hand.
... From this moment on, Clifford's movements changed.
The strong thing is, it doesn't change. But more than when I was fighting with a sword in my right hand.
Occasionally Clifford shows it, like a wild beast-like surface, and I think this is what happens when it all comes out.
'... that's poison'
Father's words played back in his brain for some reason.
Too strong, which means poison, maybe.
A bloodthirsty, fierce beast, ringing his throat - barometric pressure, that way of fighting.
Beautiful, but scary. Overwhelming.
I was just watching, and my throat was going to be crunchy.
We haven't settled yet. But the whereabouts of victory and defeat were already obvious. 'Obey' is on the defensive side. The attack is being carried out sooner rather than later. This was accompanied by a marked increase in the disturbances that arose in "obedience".
And - like when I did to Lust, on the neck of "Obey," Clifford's manipulative sword is poked. At that time, it was incarcerated. Momentum says you'll be completely decapitated this time. Most importantly, that's what the changed way Clifford fought made me think so.
'Obey', who groaned, collapsed.
Left-hand sword, Clifford threw on the stone floor. There is not one scratch on the neck of 'Obey'. He stopped inching, put his knife on the side without his sword on, and Clifford stunned 'Obey'.
- It's not just because the enemy has been defeated, the silence wraps' between the skies'.
Clifford looked back at me. When the battle was over, one wound, I didn't bear it. The stain on the clothes made by my blood stands out.
My gaze engaged. A little wrinkles between Clifford's eyebrows. The dark blue colour of the slightly lowered eyes increased the depth.... changed, that scary thing, can't be seen. It was a knightly Clifford. When I lay my sword up on my sheath, I walk over here.
I wonder what it is? And I look at it beautifully.
- Give me your hand.
Clifford, on one knee in front of me, took my hands holding Master Sil.
I can touch my right hand so I can forgive you.
Actually, it's always been simple is-good, or you keep gripping daggers. I thought I'd let you go, but it's just like my fingers have hardened here, and you wanted to come along with it yourself. Probably left me nervous.
Oh, now I realize! "Black Fan," where is it?
What I should have is this way. I don't remember when I let go. When I ran to Master Sil, I held on tight. If I dropped it, I wonder if it was around there when I avoided Awakening Sil's sword.
I blinked as I looked down at my wrapped right hand and thought indescribably.
Oh, yeah?
... Wow. Magically, one at a time, my fingers are carefully removed from the dagger. I'll try a gooper gooper. It moved. I wonder what it's been so hard on.
Clifford, who took the dagger away, cleverly cut the sleeve portion of the white costume he was wearing - that fabric.
"Let me give you an allowance. It will be a first aid, though. It'll stop the blood."
Next, your left hand.
Silently, the fabric wraps around your left hand instead of a bandage. It was stopped that the blood was dazed!
"... thanks"
Even if it's scary strong, Clifford is Clifford. I can't believe what I did was confused by your father's profound words, even though he decided not to care!
I was wondering if they would return "that's not necessary" or something.
"- I'm angry"
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Eh......
Hey, am I hearing this wrong?
"I'm sorry. Now what?
"- I'm terrible, I'm angry"
I wasn't wrong to ask. On the contrary, it was terrible.
Worse!