I want to protect you in this hand.

"Dear Margaret, please train today"

"Okay."

Looking out the window I put a sword on my hips and headed to the training ground.

Nearly six months have passed since Arsh dropped him off on his own. At some point the meadows seen through the windows become green mixed with dead grass, with cold but warmer winds gushing through the open windows than in winter.

The season is already spring.

I heard that Cyril managed to find Arsh.

That heck of a bitch.

Me and your brother, Cyril saved us. I don't like to remember the little things, but I have no choice because my head remembers them on its own. It was Cyril who took me away from the fact that I was not attracted to anyone, but not to anyone, and was therefore about to be isolated.

He did a lot of work and bought me bread, even though I didn't say anything lovingly. Above all, your brother and I seemed to fit well, and there was no way I could tell how relieved my brother, who was among many and nervous, was to live with me and Cyril for three.

But it was hard for the three children to live on their own. For the first time since Arsh and I have known that we, unable to cook, had no means to procure food except to buy bread and dried meat.

Life in those days, when I was hungry but had no fun or anything to do with living, seems to be looking at paintings that are now colorless to remember.

I arrive at the training ground and gently thank the gathered swordsmen. Of all the men, just a few women. This closed country has finally paved the way for swordsmen for women. I owe it to my presence, of course.

I mean, when I say what I want to say, I thank Cyril. And I'm also one of those people I've always been with.

But it's also the heckle that tormented my favorite Arsh.

Such a heckle says he lives happily in Maris' Lamb Hall sweetened by a gentle Arsh.

Isn't something unreasonable?

"Dear Margaret,"

Aren't you angry?

"Dear Margaret!

How long do you think I haven't seen Arsh? He says this is how he does the training he doesn't even want to do.

"Mal!"

"Ah, Orlando."

I turned to Orlando as I waited for my next opponent. The previous opponent was blowing up somewhere. By the way, Orlando is my fiancée.

"Mal, what's up?"

"What's the matter?"

Because he was asked to train, he was just training. Some people bluff at me, but I've been talking this way for a long time. Orlando says it doesn't matter, so why not?

"Mal, it's not like you"

"So what?

"Then let's match one."

Orlando nods at his next opponent and takes his place.

Orlando. It's been a long time since I've dealt with a sword.

Orlando is Kilik's chief's son, so that means if Merida is a prince, he's busy in government affairs anyway.

"I was able to spend time nearby with Mal because of it"

He is also pleased to say that the effects of the collapse that took place on the border between Kilik and Findaria are still ongoing. I haven't been able to cross the border in a year.

Speaking of what I can do as a fiancée, it's enough to leverage the strengths of the adventurers to help level the swordsmen of the country in this way. Because this is all I can do with confidence.

When I was in Hoove, that wasn't all. I helped Arsh, cooked demonic meat, tasted and everything. Mal was Mal, an adventurer, but a beautiful daughter of Arsh's people, and a store for everything.

It wasn't Master Margaret.

Kang and his sword together.

"You can't beat me if you're so blurry."

Orlando's green eyes bring swordswallowing light over the matching sword.

"I'm not blurry!

Once you release the matching sword, you even fly back.

"I don't know, Mal's always blurry these days"

Is there any way you wouldn't be serious about saying that? The person who can most seriously fight is about your brother, and that brother has now gone to Knoll, two weeks away.

with Khan. How long did that stand? They twisted a sword to match Orlando and it ended where I dropped my sword.

"Mal."

Wave the hand that was put out.

Sure, to be honest, the sword is stronger in Orlando. But it shouldn't have made so much difference. Yet now, the whole time I was putting my sword together, Orlando was on the mend.

Orlando has been busy, and I've been training swords in the meantime.

"Mal, shall we talk for a moment?"

Orlando turned his back, always slightly clouding his calm face as he quietly pulled over. I guess it's about telling you to follow me. I picked up my sword and followed after Orlando. Looks like Orlando's private room is on its way.

That private room, which I haven't visited very often, was a killing landscape with nothing extra. to me looking around the room uncommonly. Orlando was

"It's bad where I'm tired, can you get Gaga in"

I asked. I looked up all the time.

"Are you sure?

"Yeah, that's okay. I mean, I want you to stay in Mal."

And say it like it's sweet. Do you want me? I heard that because usually tea is served to servants. Saying horseback riding peoples value independence still doesn't do the chores themselves. That's because it takes away the job of a servant, so I was trying not to do many things myself, even if I was patient.

Tea and gaga are one of them.

I'm at the table where Orlando sits, boiling water directly and gaga away. The powder may have gotten a little old. Still, an indescribably fragrant scent drifted into the room. My heart, which was somehow wavering, also calms down.

"Yes, go ahead"

"Yeah, thanks"

The smiling face on makes Orlando look like a boy. Orlando, smaller than the others, looks a little younger and looks like a boy when he laughs. I hate that and usually look so serious.

But I like smiling like that boy.

"Mal, I'm laughing"

"And Orlando."

Sitting snuggly next to Orlando, who I invite to come, Orlando gently turns his hand around his hips and pulls him closer.

My back is about the same, so my head and head got bumped into each other, and we both suddenly laughed. It's been such a long time.

"Hey, Mal."

"What, Orlando"

Sounds like a bluff, but this is my standard.

"Do you taste like food lately?

The taste of food? I don't know about it.