It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

I understood the meaning of his words and had no problems with the speed to hold the sword. But his actions since he saw the person he had pointed to were nothing more than a serious reaction as an escort.

Boy who doesn't even go old, not just that. I don't even feel hostile about killing. Even though he tells me he's an assassin, there's no noticeable reaction, no signs of movement. I couldn't move with my gaze on him and the boy.

But it wasn't me who was told to move, it was Ekdoyk. Ekdoyk was stiff to his words for a moment, but soon unfolded the chain and restrained the child.

"-!"

Instead of knowing exactly what's going on, first, his safety takes precedence and stands directly beside him, then checks what's going on around him.

The child and his parents are surprised and stiff in their current movements. I'm looking at this one with a decent face as to whether Ekdoyk is doing the trick or not, and the child at the time of his detention doesn't understand the current situation either.

"Ugh, what are you doing to my kid!?

The first person to show a reaction was the mother of the detained boy. The agitation spreads around the voices cuttingly.

"Brothers, please explain. As far as I can tell, this kid is just a kid."

"Give me a physical exam. Maybe he's hiding the blade."

The appearance of a boy before Ekdoyk took custody of the word comes to mind as a memory. If you ask me, I don't feel a little uncomfortable with the way I stand and walk. If you're hiding something on your back, it's to such an extent that it's no wonder you're walking like that.

Ignoring the noisy mother, Ekdoyk approached the child to examine the clothes. And I immediately took out the knife that was hidden on the boy's back. A knife is a small object for cutting fruit, not a weapon that is lethal.

He pointed at the knife and turned his gaze toward his noisy mother. That eye is clearly different from the one we had earlier when we were interacting.

"If there's an opening, I'll only ask once. What is this knife?

"Ku, not a fruit knife! My kid just took it out on his own, and it's almost uncut -"

"Ekdoyk, cut the kid's arm a little with that knife"

As soon as I heard the word, the mother's expression became even more rugged. You would be right if they told you to cut off your own child... but no, this reaction is not the other way around.

"Don't be ridiculous! That's not true."

"Even an uncut fruit knife would cut about a thin skin. But you don't have to worry. I'm lucky to have a pair of child allowances. It may hurt a little, but if this knife is just a fruit knife with nothing on it, that's all."

"-!?

"It doesn't smell... but it does paint something"

A mother rushes over to the boy and leaves before Ekdoyk. Ekdoyk keeps the chain restraint intact and distances it, and also expands the chain around the mother.

"Ugh, don't get your hands on my kid!

- Ekdoyk, give that fruit knife back to his wife.

"Oh, oh..."

Even if the poison was painted, I guess he decided that the mother's physical abilities were fine. Ekdoyk dropped the knife in front of his mother as he was told.

"Well, then, ma'am, you can do it yourself. Cut your arms just a little with that knife. These two can use healing magic, so a scratch to that extent can be completely healed. If we can do that, we can also apologize for doubting and scaring you."

"Yes, I don't! Why would I have to do that!?

"Then I'll change the way you say it. Don't make any more ugly imitations when your eyes glare at money and you use your own children to try to kill people. Make a confession now or choose immediately if you can force me to prove it. If you don't choose, we'll assume you chose the latter."

His voice is calm and I can't feel any anger or hostility there. Just pale, he keeps throwing words at his mother.

This woman's position looks like an assassin moved by gold, as he just said. From the look on the child's face, it's not like the poison is catching up with something like this. I guess I was trying to make him grip a poisoned fruit knife with the intention of making him play a prank and scratch him.

Is that her own contemplated assassination plot, or is there someone who made her give instructions so closely... I would like it to be the latter at least.

"... Ugh... please. I don't care what happens to me... but... please... just this kid...!

Did the mother have an idea, put her head and hands on the ground? He turned to those around him and lowered his head quietly.

"As you can see. We apologize for the inconvenience. Don't worry, we won't involve you in the future."

The reaction around him remained flashy, but he walked toward his mother and boy without looking concerned about that, picking up the knife that remained fallen. His mother trembled victoriously about it, but he left the scene without seeing his mother like that.

"Brothers, this parent and child..."

"I was just hired for money. Torture doesn't answer anything."

Ekdoyk unlocked the chains that had unfolded silently and continued after him. I'll take a small run towards him, too. For a while, the crying voice of the misguided mother couldn't get out of her ear at that time.

He kept moving without saying anything, but Ekdoyk opened his mouth to see if he couldn't stand the air.

"How did you know that kid was an assassin?

"I figured out that I was planning some kind of prank just to see the kid. The problem is with the mother. I was just waiting for my own kid to hold me up, but I was impossible nervous and watched how it went. If it's the moment you can hold it up, it's still from the moment you're in line."

Me and Ekudoik were sensitive to the gaze that was being directed at us. That should have accommodated the children's gaze as well. But he was able to judge himself that way not by the gaze that was directed at him, but by the gaze that was directed at him.

I'm sure both me and Ekdoyk could have been equally vigilant in itself. The fact that I was seriously on guard, but still lazier than he was, makes me quite distracted. I'll join the conversation and try to distract you.

"But that parent child, is it good to leave him alone?

"It just makes evil stand out when you restrain them and walk them. I just heard what's going on, and it just ends up checking out the family environment where one parent is struggling."

"... you were analyzing it that far"

"As far as the child's clothing was concerned after it was repaired, he was supposed to have a pretty polite personality, but his own identity was somewhat cluttered. The roughness of the hand skin and the dirt on the shoes were also more pronounced than normal housewives, and most importantly... there was an atmosphere specific to people who had no one to rely on."

It is not uncommon in itself for him to observe others carefully. But that's a limited story to the person you're involved with. When we were together in Tays, there was nothing like paying that much attention to the people on the road.... still shouldn't be like this. Someone but him has to do something about it.

"Even in the world my compatriots lived in, was there anything like using a child?

"There was a country that used children as soldiers, but you had nothing to do with it. There was usually a guy who was using a kid who just couldn't understand good and evil to make him take on one end of the evil. Kids who don't know what's going on can be cautious just by looking at them."

"You're the one who tells me that whoever sees you is powerless, that you poison the being as you say it is. Should we assume that the obstruction of the princes has become more serious?"

The opponents are the cunning ones who have kept killing each other and seizing power from each other. Excellent at how to alarm and plunge opponents, not simply force. I guess he's on the side of living that way too, but there's no such thing as reassuring elements with it.

In knights like me, breaking the ruse of such people is a tricky move. That's all I can do is shield myself......

"Even without a decision hit, I could see what was in Serende's background. All we have to do is corroborate it...

At the end of his gaze is the figure of Topala, an operative of the Princess Yumies faction who was previously found out who he was. In my hand I am lowering the basket and I can see some vegetables sticking out of it.

"Hey, you."

"I'm glad your old man got back to his routine, too"

"I've grown more than I thought. I don't want to get old..."

This man was being treated in the next room with his own back injured in order to get close to him. Create an excuse to approach with facts rather than acting. I can see that this person is also quite prepared to act. Alert yourself to pull out your sword at any time just in case, and pay attention to your surroundings.

"Why didn't you see me when I was back?

"It would just be suspicious if I wandered around your stronghold on a boulder... It's not like Princess Hilmera and this escort are thick nerves..."

"Are you all right with your salary or something?

"It's okay...... I don't know. Well, it's more like a side job. Let me make contact even in my spare time and let me report the information as I see it. That's not as good as the meal bill."

Topala laughs bitterly. I guess I don't have a professional position when I'm contacted so far from the person who should be looking into the information. But as for him, he seems to like Topala's attitude of giving up half the time.

"What do you say we go play? You live alone anyway, don't you?

"Don't say it anyway. What do I say, but be a little more vigilant..."

"I'm on guard. It seems easiest to use an old man if you just want to deliberately pass information on that side."

"Oh... well, so is that. Well, I'll make you some hospitality meals, but bring a proper escort, okay? I'm a human being. Sometimes I lose my greed."

That's what Topala said and left. Unlike the boy's mother who targeted his life earlier on, there is also a bare gesture that seems to care about him somewhere. Does he also understand the will of such a topala, somewhere that look was soft. If he feels any clearer, maybe it's not a bad idea to let him go to Topala's house.

"Ilias, is there something you want to say as well?

Looking at him, he noticed my gaze and threw words straight through my mind. I also have Ekdoik on my side now...... there won't be a problem.

"Oh...... Do you understand that we're all worried about you?

"Sort of. I am aware that I am feeling quite tingly myself. I don't have to delude you, but I don't want you to worry too much about me... sorry, but I might make you worry a little bit more."

"I'm not going to blame you for anything. The path you chose for everyone. [M] Because I know that, no one can stop you, and I think it's a situation I have to worry about."

If he really wants no difficulty in his life alone, it's all enough just to sever and isolate him from others. He faces all sorts of problems in this way because he wants us to live that peaceful and difficult life, too, where we are caught up in denial.

"I just don't get pushed away with extra help, and I'm grateful enough. Thanks for letting me like it."

"... I don't mind you revoking it"

"Hmm?"

"I'm talking about a promise. You don't have to ask for my permission to use that move to understand people anymore."

From his eyes that look at me, I can't read what I think. But this is already a tidy story in me.

"Can I ask you why for once?

"I still disagree that you use that method. I even hope you won't use it forever if you can. But... I don't want to put any extra strain on your mind because of it."

Behavior that completely abandons self and understands it so that you can be the other person is a cruel act that respects neither your spirit nor your fine dust. It's no different than carving that body with a blade. For him it is a familiar method in the world where it was, a technique he has acquired in living.

But he abandoned the technique himself. It's not complacency or anything, it's for me. He cut off his own arm to walk with us.

I was relieved by that. Even afterwards I remembered with satisfaction the way he faced the problem without relying on harsh methods.

But there is something that I also saw when I authorized its use when I settled with the Purple Demon King, the Scarlet Demon King, and the Archreal. That method was also the art of protecting weak hearts from hostility by forgetting themselves, not facing them, but thinking about them as opponents.

While I have noticed that thinly, I have made excuses that it is not a reason to justify that method. But the result is him now. I'm starting to see it wearing out in everyone's eyes, and I can't feel room in my heart.

"It's up to 'me' to decide for himself, so I hope you don't mind. Because Elias and the others didn't want it to be 'me', they're just weighing themselves in. Why do you ask for time..."

"I'm glad you're facing them as yourself. But it doesn't make sense that your heart should be shattered. If that's easier for you, I want your peace of mind to prevail over my wishes."

"... well. I see what Ilyas is trying to say. Can't you see so much..."

He laughs like he's in just a little trouble. I guess the only serious thing is that I have a complicated feeling about the fact that I wanted you to choose an easy path by twisting and bending your will.

"You gave it up for me then. Then I will do it for you. [M] If you lose yourself, it will always be a sign for me to come back. [M] That way, you can come back, right?

He was trying to get it back by looking me in the eye when he changed his own way. Even to me just being foolish, I can help him. All I can do now, then, is protect his life through this body, and protect his heart through this way.

"Well... yeah... you know what it means to look me in the eye or something?

"No, not at all. When I visited you before, I was made to tear up."

"Right... shall I explain it properly? Just a little nasty, but listen to me quietly."

Don't you want to be seen in his face, he just walked a little faster. Even for me, I don't really want to look straight at him right now, so I don't have a problem. Let's try to keep our consciousness around us instead.

"'I' believe that being proud is a foolish act of accepting loss. He shackles himself and says there is no wisdom in what he wants to do to his detriment. Still, the reason people respect pride is because they're people."

……

"If everyone refuses to lose money and tries to live wisely, it becomes a feud to take away their positions. Then only the strong will survive, and the weak will not survive. Some people say that makes progress. But the only way a strong individual can survive isn't the same as a beast, is it?

I can tell you that his way of life is smart to stand around wisely and keep hoping for a way of life that is not difficult to lose. But from the words that came out of his mouth, I also feel the sense of looking down that my way of life is not good.

"Being proud is something only people can do. So, Ilyas. I can feel the glow of trying to live as a man in your eyes, trying to live proudly as a knight. It's more dazzling than any gem, and I can recognise that I'm a person whose heart shakes when I see it. I can remember the way I want to live as a person."

Me and his way of life are far apart, not many have felt that way. I even thought that we would never be able to walk together again if we left because of the unity of purpose.

But he had such a longing for my way of life. I remember what Grandpa Kara once said, and now it seems I can finally feel what it means.

I wanted to return some words, but nothing came up. I want to see what he looks like right now if I can, but I don't want to see my face.

"... that, what. The word that I would be a signpost made me feel a little more comfortable. Thank you for letting me use it."

"... oh"

I could reply, but it seems difficult to continue the conversation any longer. Let's try to keep this odd aunt under control by the time we get back to base.

I felt ashamed of his words, but I was honestly happy. But at the same time, anxiety remains. Because so far he hasn't tried to pack the distance against me. I realized that was how my words alone rocked me.