A room that looks familiar. The edge of the curtain sprayed on the window unnaturally rises, shaking as it swoops.
A gray-haired woman stood beside her, and as she lifted the curtain, a young girl appeared from inside.
The girl's face is beckoned with tears and runny nose and her eyes are red and swollen.
The woman stared at the face and then sighed small.
"Are you still obstinate?"
"I don't like messing with my grandmother."
--This girl is me.
I feel like I was hiding in a curtain and messing around like this when I was rough because I was forbidden to learn martial arts.
And standing beside me young is my grandmother, who died two years ago.
I'm supposed to be your age there at this point, but your grandmother's back is straight out and the sides must be tight. My eyes grew much hotter in the beautiful standing of my grandmother, who thought I would never see it again.
... Apparently, I'm looking at past memories.
"It's not mean. I told you this was a decision to make, considering your qualities."
"Even if they say hard things, I don't know!
"... I'm telling you to give up because you have no sword talent."
"... ugh. Biaaaaaah."
To a relentless word, young I whine like a beast and wander around on the floor.
Even her grandmother, called the Ice Lady Knight, could not hide her confusion in the boulders, in front of her grandson, whose feet rolled with oddity.
"There isn't! I'm absolutely strong!
"How do you know that when you don't know the sword?"
"I know! I've even won if I'm in Tris!
"To the advantage or disadvantage of martial arts, winning or losing a child's fight is irrelevant"
"That's not true!
Me calling Mon. I was an energetic kid so far. I'm just embarrassed to watch.
"... then, Katrea. Why would you want to learn martial arts so much?"
"Huh?
"You know how harsh your brothers are in training. If you mix with them and learn martial arts, you'll have moles all over your body and your hands will be covered. Your hands and feet will get thicker and your body will be like a rock with muscles, won't it?
Besides, don't you think I want to be the daughter-in-law of a lovely prince in a cute dress? "
"Cute dress...... I want to wear it. Prince Sasuki..."
……
Kind of. Me. My grandmother is also losing words to just the induction success.
I myself am a little concave when I am stuck with my thoughts on martial arts, which were a lot lighter than I remember. My heavenly grandmother, I'm sorry I'm such a grandson.
In the subtle air, young I added, "But".
"I want to be like your grandmother. If you get stronger, and you play the sword cool, you just play the bad guy."
"Katrea......"
"Ugh...... But why not? Ugh, blah."
"So, it's"
"... Biaah"
"Okay, I'll give you a special audition."
My grandmother says, like she's going to control me crying out again.
I stood by crying and pointed my decent, bright red, congested eyes at my grandmother.
"Indeed, it is also a strange story to say that you are a Baltic person but have no martial arts minds at all. If you want to wear a pretty dress and marry a nice prince, I can't allow you to train like my brothers.
… only one teaches the depths passed down to the Baltic female lineage only. One day, you might need it. "
"Oogie......?
"Yes, as long as you have this move, you will not lose to any lord. However, it is not allowed to be used for darkless arrow cod because it is deep. A lovely prince doesn't like a woman in a row."
"Can I take down my brothers too if I use that oar?
"You can take it down. Because it's Deep Righteous."
"Wow."
Young I drink gokuri and spit. And I clung to my grandmother's leg as I shimmered my red eyes.
"Grandmother, tell me that!
"Fine. Instead, can you promise that martial arts will give up and work hard on other arches"
"You can!
I knew it was a little bit, me.
Perhaps young I, full of heads with the words "Prince," “Dress," and "Deep Righteousness," don't even think about what would happen to the rest of my life if I gave up martial arts.
The adults at the time must have been anxious to see what would happen to this guy in the future. Your grandmother's complex expression tells the story.
"... before the Righteous. Katrea, just remember this."
Yeah. Forget I was crying, too. My grandmother kneels so that she can gaze at me as I follow her in the mood.
The voice is a little gentle.
"True strength has nothing to do with martial arts mastery. If you want to be stronger than anyone else, first accept your weakness."
"Huh...?
"Accepting weakness means knowing yourself. Any strong man is eventually doomed if he cannot give his share.
Even if you know your vulnerabilities, you are stronger than anyone who can move forward in accepting them. I want you to be like that. "
"Ha...?
At a young age, I didn't seem to understand the meaning of your grandmother's words. My grandmother sighed again when she saw me looking unconvinced.
"Anyway, don't be too greedy and try hard from what you can do. Your instincts alone are hard for you to think about."
"I wonder"
"Yes."
Yes, I was.
My grandmother, wow. As of about 10 years ago, he was seeing me now.
Huh, and laughing small, the memories of my childhood were grossly distorted in front of me and disappeared. And I'm left in the dark.
After the conversation with the Duke, the dawn did not come.
Such a development cannot be the right history. I was relieved to think so, but then no matter how long I waited, the pillars didn't show up in front of me.... you think it's the disappearance of the timeline, so the loop is over?
In the end, I couldn't do anything. Even with all this looping, there's too much you don't understand.
How is my life being targeted? Why did the assassin bother to let Mr. Risel kill me? Where and how many assassins are lurking in the hall? What is that poisonous smoke? In the first place, how I acted was the right course of history.
Though I thought a lot in the dark, unfortunately in my head no more facts came to mind than I had seen and heard.
... but. Honestly, I don't care about that now.
I don't care what they think with the unsuccessful assassins or the people behind them, it's not what I found out.
There's no pattern, and I regret it.
I've got the samurai involved. I got my brother involved. I threw everything and tried to escape. It challenged me to a reckless battle (and consumed a lot of loops). I blamed Mr. Risel without thinking, and I sacrificed Serenia. I escaped my first confession of love in my life.
Furthermore, my choices and actions put him in a situation where he could even lose his sister, a phrase that slashed his friend down with his own hands.
It's not all my fault. The bad news in the first place is that criminals think about killing people. And Mr. Riselle's bad, too. I don't care how much the Duke finds me because he wants to protect Serenia. I hate that guy.
But I guess I could have stood around better if I had repeatedly looped and seen all sorts of things.
Wouldn't it have been such a sad feeling that everything would never have ended?
That idea makes me look down no matter how much I can pull in.
If you get another chance.
Now don't feel painful, beat Mr. Riselle up well, protect Serenia--
And I want to make that guy laugh.
On second thought, I haven't seen him smile yet. Besides, I haven't even been able to talk properly. That and this, because I ran away without facing that guy.
Although it is my pity that the quote that I looped and failed, and the last wish I had, is a handsome smile, I can't help but think so after seeing that sad face.
So, please, just one more time. I want to start over this worst night.
If this wish comes true, you don't have to come the next day.