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

That was eight years ago, when I first met Moorsht.

I was wandering the city. I often walked through the city at a young age thinking that I needed to gain strength myself in order to protect my brother. The other princes have not kept me in sight. I thought that was regrettable and in a position to use it.

But I can't even think about it properly. Even the guards who would follow me, because the breath of the other princes was on them. Even inside he made a fool of himself that this stuff was only about a child's mild period of rebellion. He was the one who gave me a turning point at that time.

When there was a fight nearby, a people nearby asked for help from my escort in armor. I thought I could get out of these escorts' eyes by multiplying this commotion. Where I escaped, it didn't mean I could do anything, but I guess I was looking for some change.

As a princess, I persuaded the escort that I should be actively involved in solving the city's problems and headed to the place.

――

Many bodies rolling. One boy in the center of it. I was breathtaking at the sight.

Next to the dead is a rolling blade that supposedly was cutting the boy, all of which is crooked.

The boy had countless wounds all over his body, one shallow at a time, with enough bleeding to take his life.

Even so, the boy kept staring lonely at the cat's body, saying he didn't care about himself or anything.

According to stories from those who were witnessing the scene, the murderers were adventurers hired by merchants to find and try to dispose of the wildcats that were fishing for garbage on their exuberant way home in the tavern.

He threatened the boy with a blade to stop it, but it didn't work, and he finally slashed it.

But even that didn't work, and the adventurers, drunk by the booze momentum and the boy's heterogeneity, started attacking the boy.

The boy had not fought back in any way, but the moment a knife thrown by one of the adventurers stabbed the cat, the boy began to fight back against the adventurers.

The adventurers who were hurt and upside down seriously tried to kill the boy, but their weapons didn't get to kill the boy.

The boy's eyes remain beautiful as he kills people without any hesitation. I liked him like that and took him back to the castle to treat him.

"I saved your life. That's why you're obliged to use your life for me. But your heart belongs to you. Keep your color without staining me '

He was throwing those words at me, wanting Moorsht, but wanting only the way he was.

Moursht agreed with the words in two replies. Not because my muscles are through, but simply because I prefer the shape of my mind.

I wanted Moorsht because I'm sure he and I were alike. Because of the selfishness of thinking that you don't care what you pay for, including your life, if it's for what you thought was honorable.

But I'm sure I can't stay as innocent as Moorsht. Though Moursht has admitted me, I am not as strong of a heart as he is.

"... can you still stand?

Ilyas-Ratzel, a knight who defeated even Larheit, who became the Demon King. The girlfriend is kneeling on the ground in front of Moorsht.

I'm sure swordsmanship arms are more overwhelming on her, but from Moursht's point of view, it doesn't matter what that difference is.

Moorsht can maintain immutable strength no matter how many wounds he receives. The more wounded the opponent is, the more power he loses.

If for him this is the battle to come to an end, Mourscht will never fall until then. The more certain he is, the strength of his will is off track.

"Naturally...... so!

Ilias stands up his sword in lieu of his wand, showing an indomitable spirit that can't even be beaten by Moursht. But it has not been able to reflect the strength of the spirit in the flesh.

Even though he receives Mursht's attack and strikes his own sword, his blade will not devour Mursht's flesh. And a completely impenetrable shock is slowly pushing her body to its limits.

She can no longer break this situation by herself. Yet you only watch the battle worryingly. It's obvious it's not a fight you can interrupt, but I thought something was coming.

"That's ironic. I thought it would be nice for a knight there to kill me on this occasion, but I can't believe the situation has been reversed so far."

"... you can afford to be a winner, it's"

"Yeah, right. It doesn't matter to me what those two wins and losses are in the first place, but it makes me feel better when I see my own squire winning."

I do not intend to give water to your relationship with Mourshut. But this man made me feel somewhat uncomfortable about my brother. As retaliation for that, I'd say even one of my dislikes right now.

"Master Hilmera, you can't beat him in a tongue fight."

"I know you do. That's why I hate you. I don't want to win or run."

"Win and run...? That's a good time."

……

Your servant exhaled heavily, as if to exhale what he had endured.

"Hilmera, do you know why 'I' is here?

"Why, to stop me?

"You think it makes sense that 'I' is here?

Your presence in this place does not mean anything to me. My purpose is to do everything I can to make your brother king. It would be this place, but it would be the future a little further away, but as long as it is complete with my death, my victory. That never changes.

"- You don't. It's not a waste of time to not even try to convince me or Mourström to stop me, just to be standing there until my life is taken like this"

"The reason 'I' came here is to meet the winning conditions. When the two fight, only one winner. You're making a fundamental mistake about what victory means for me."

…… That's why I... "

"Hilmera, not letting you win is why I'm here."

The sword of the tree that was falling on your hips is slightly swollen. A demon-possessed tool that Moorsht used to say. I was told that you have the ability to take care of yourself, but you must not have the power to overturn this situation. If there is, there's no way we're watching Ilias get hurt so far.

Shadows form from the sword of a tree, drifting near your servant. The angel put his hand in the shadow, and took something out and let it go towards me.

"What the hell..."

If it had been an unknown thing, my thoughts would not have stopped. But I knew instantly what it was.

What I know. What I have prepared. And it's something that shouldn't be here.

A small bag of cloth that I usually used as a trinket holder. That was rolling in front of me.

"You look familiar, don't you? Undead unleashed in the castle, something to keep it from leaning on. The side tower, the smell bag you were installing where Washekt was imprisoned."

"hey... what did you do to me!?

Impossible, impossible, impossible! There is no way you can expect your client to do such a foolish deed. There's no way I can imagine you being stupid like you don't understand what it means to bring this here.

"I'm sure that 'me' and his people would have realized that the undead wouldn't lean against the side tower and thought they'd reach the existence of this smell bag, wouldn't they? He said he'd use it to evacuate Washekt safely."

Exactly. If you are close to your brother, you must find your brother's place and we will rescue him. He also noticed the presence of a smell bag and said he would take your brother out safer.

"If you know -!?

Put it that far in your mouth and realize that thought means one thing. Even if I realize it, my head won't try to accept it. But your eyes say that's the right answer.

"'I' don't think of you as evil. I will understand and empathize. But I decided that my ambition would be shattered. That's why I made the choice to take away your victory. If Washekt dies, you can't be a winner no matter how."

"Lie... Lie, lie! There's no way I can imitate you like that! Don't be hostile to me, do such cruelty..."

"Hostility is something that doesn't hide the will to harm. Yeah, 'me' isn't hostile. What I'm pointing at you is just malice."

Your servant laughs in a tired face. When I saw that grin, my drooling emotions circled my whole body, and my nausea crept up.

This guy drove your brother into a dangerous position just because he didn't want me to beat him. I laughed at it.

Like Chisante and Yumies, no, more of an out-of-the-way imitation than that considering it's just for harassment of me......!

"As long as there is leftover incense from removing the smell bag, the undead outside won't be attacking Washekt any time soon. That's why I needed to have 'me' here. I needed to buy you some time so you wouldn't know what's going on out there."

"-!"

Not if you're here. I must help your brother now. I haven't decided that your brother is dead yet.

"Dear Hilmera! It's haunting! Don't let it disturb your heart!

"Huh!?

My body unwittingly moans at Mourshut's shouts. Never in the last eight years have I been called so loud to him. But that gave me room to think.

"Hatta...... li......"

"That's right. Sure, the smell bag is real, but it's his plan that makes Master Washekt look like he's going to die. You can't harm Master Washekt."

Yeah, that's it. Even if you were pointing malice at me, that doesn't tie you to being able to harm your brother with it. There is no way that a man furious with the death of an enemy interlocutor, who was only a few days in a relationship, could have abandoned his brother, who was treating him more amicably.

Still my heart is shaking. We haven't abandoned the possibilities.

"So, but the fact that this is here..."

"If we're going to let the undead attack Master Washekt, there's no reason to let Wolfe play. I'm sure Mix and Ekdoyk have already secured Master Washekt's evacuation."

"I did come to Serende Castle with four people: 'I' and Ilias, Wolfe and Mix. But, Moorsht, you took Wolfe down, didn't you?

"... right. But I haven't seen Mix. [M] If her arm were to be attacked by the undead, Master Washekt..."

"Mix would've been there forever."

When he points to the door, the air around him shakes. What showed up there was Mix-Tayze, who was hiding with hidden magic.

I can't think about why I was lurking or anything like that. What I just found out is that you can't even escape with the chains connected to me, and your brother is completely left alone in the undead gathering to attack himself.

"Brother!

Run out like your body could play. I'm the only one who can help your brother now. We have to hurry, brother. Ha!

Running in a straight line to the door, the man stood in front of him to block him. I didn't even hold the wooden sword I was lowering to my hips, I just spread my hands, before me.

"You think I'll let you through?

"- Get out of my way!

Build and unleash magic. Attack magic worn by creating crystals taught from Larheit with necromancy. Even if it doesn't work for someone with combat experience, one vulnerable man who can't even use magic, without any problems whatsoever...

"... why, Mourstock!?

The magic unleashed to wear the chest of the man in the way had been deeply stabbed in the chest of Mourshut, which had popped up before it.

I had no idea that magic to my extent would work on a strong flesh that even played the sword of Ilias, which had so much strength. Yeah, more than that, how did you get in my way?

"Oh, I'm the one who breaks him. Because even Master Hilmera can't give that away. Come on, without making any stops here, Master Hilmera goes to Master Washekt. I won't let you get in the way."

Mourshut laughs gently and pulls through the crystal that pierces his chest. The blood has already stopped, and there stands my knight, unwavering, as usual.

I run out again and head to the door. Now the man didn't come forward and Mix-Tayze, who was near the door, didn't get in the way either.

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Master Hilmera left the room without ever looking back. Though I thought there might be an obstruction of Mix, it also ended in concern.

"You're gonna do a hell of a lot of things to the girl you're in love with."

"I'm sorry about that. Hilmera will regret it more after this"

There is a stiffness in the shape of his heart. It tells the story of doing something guilty to Master Hilmera.

Lady Hilmera is also sad, although we have no idea what it is like. But there's nothing more I can do for Hilmera.

Conditions of victory…? Killing Harkdock and Wolfe was my victory condition, but you keep losing in a row when you think about it. Well, that's good if you win at the end, yeah.

"Did you burn Master Hilmera? When I defended you, you were attacked with wax."

"Well."

I know you meant to cover for Ilias, but this is really bad. What's against Elias?

Now Ilias and Mix are sincerely in awe. When Master Hilmera built the magic, Ilias' heart was seriously shaking. If you had been instructed to assume that I would be in between, you wouldn't have wobbled so far.

Illias' wounds are deep and whoever sees them cannot move satisfactorily. Yet he was attacked by Waza and Lady Hilmera. After ordering Mix to 'don't move'.

"If I don't come in to help... is that a stupid question? Yeah, I must have protected you. That's why you understood me. I wonder if Ilias has always seen such an unscrupulous imitation up close. That was tough, wasn't it?

"... right. I give up that I will never get used to it"

Sigh leaks in his surroundings. I can't stop completely predicting that this will happen. I guess this is one of the lines of prevention I was putting up as one of my assumptions about being stronger than Ilyas and overwhelming her and hunting her down until she couldn't move.

The fact that I can see the shape of a person's mind, and the fact that I am using that swing to judge all things, was all in my assumption, and I even let the emotional swings of Elias and the others be used.

"How many other measures do you have in mind..."

"There's very little left to do when we get here. Less than you think."

Yeah, he wasn't just hunting down Master Hilmera, he was facing me with all his might. I'm so glad about that. You've been thinking so much about me, 'cause my mouth makes me snort.

"Oh well... Then let's continue the battle."

Turn to Ilyas and set up your sword. She endured much, but the limits are close. We need to get this over with and get to the end of it with him. Perform magic enhancements and step in at once -

"Ah."

I fell. I don't think my feet moved as much as I thought, and I seem to have stepped in weird ways. Well, both legs are broken, and I can't help it. But that's strange, until just now, I was able to force it to move properly.

"That's your weakness. Moursht."

"... Weaknesses?

"Your superhuman flesh, the power to see the shape of a person's mind, these seem separate, actually coming from one talent. Your talent as a dropper is what keeps you in the shape of magic. You don't make any kind of attack work. Whatever attack I was under, I was just maintaining my own form. Its ability to recognize without losing sight of its own form had given it the power to read the other's mind… the form of magic."

Exactly. I have never lost sight of my form. As long as I'm me, this body never loses its function, and it always moves the way I think it does.

Whether the flesh itself is damaged by recoil, such a thing will suffice if it is cured later. But that's not working right now. Cause...

"... is it beautiful?"

"I guess it took strong spiritual strength, will, by a considerable amount to maintain one's own form. For one purpose, your unwavering readiness was strong and could not be broken. That's why I let you brace your purpose. To protect me because I will destroy me."

So, it was Hilmera-like's awkward degree of attack magic that pierced my chest. I must have lost myself for a moment then. I decided to break him.

Because of that, my body, which had been deceiving and moving, realized its limits. It's as if I've woken you from a dream.

"Haha, wow. I didn't even grasp these flaws myself..."

"Moorsht, you are no longer..."

"Yeah, you are. I can't help you anymore. Wolfe already killed me. [M] Technically, two Hark Docks and Wolfe, I guess."

Maybe the bone crushed by that blow on the Hark Dock was stabbed in the heart and wedged. Well, it's possible that Wolfe was just strong, but it feels better to leave it to the two of us to be killed.

"... isn't it enough to just look at the end of the day"

"That's not enough. I fought for Hilmellah and I'm going to die. I want to fulfill my last thoughtful desire to die. That's why I'm breaking you."

Focus your consciousness again and form your own body with magic. Treat the legs that have become meat chunks as moving too, and let them stand through impossibility.

That's the only time my will has been braced, and I'll never shake again. Regrip the sword and look at Ilias with him on his back.

She's already breathing and ready to intercept me. You're supposed to be a normal person, but it's really amazing how worn out you can move.

How blessed I am to have someone who can continue to fight to get this far through.

Step into a breath and thrust into Ilias. A blow as powerful as ever, preventing this from happening to her anymore...... that.

"Moorsht. Your will passed on painfully. I swear to protect him. I was reminded he was stronger and purer than I was prepared to be."

Ilias was taking my thrust from the front. In the ensuing motion, the sword is bounced up and her sword is swung down to the empty torso.

"In strength of will let's admit defeat. But let me go through my will here!

Funny, it's not a blow you can prevent no matter how strong your heart is...... oh well. I'm better off now.