Kekkon Shoya no Deathloop~Nosuji Reijou wa Nando Shindemo Megemasen~

—— My parents' deaths were cleaned up as an accident because I had no power.

Two years after that abominable incident, such thoughts were always in the corner of my chest.

Crusseld tried to sigh deeply as he removed the clasp on his armor, but he never felt depressed.

Today was the day of the Wangdu Swordsmanship Games, which takes place once a year.

Cruseld didn't really like the act of meeting a sword with someone he didn't even need to. However, there is a troublesome trend whereby noble children all participate in this tournament once. Through non-participation, you could be slandered as a coward.

Besides, the final of the tournament takes place in front of the king. If you show a large audience or a brave battle in front of the king, no one may insult you.

Because of such childish thoughts, he took part in the tournament.

The other participants were older than Crusade and much more physically successful. Lined up beside the grandiose style swordsmen, the thin body and neutral appearance of Cruseld, who was shrugged with "princess boy" in the shadows, floated badly, squatting all over the venue.

Still, I have swordsmanship given to me by a great master. There was no fine dust in the crusade to think so. There was also an unfounded confidence that no one could beat me.

In fact, he won World War I through Game III without difficulty. —— But in the end, in the quarterfinals, every armor was blown away by a muscular big man, defeated unnecessarily.

I have no choice but to lose. I'm just saying that I was that person. It's not a bad idea to work out again and try again if necessary.

... Though I tried to play myself so calm, my chest was full of remorse and defeat.

Without wanting to be seen with a distorted face, Krüsseld retreated his squire, advancing his foot to the one man's chamber. And along the way, I heard two sounding men from somewhere.

"The young lady of the Duke's family has finally lost? Damn, I'm a jerk."

"If you get hurt badly, the head of the tournament could fly. But you've been trying so hard to make it to the quarterfinals. I was impressed."

"Fool, that was a game table so even the boy could win there. If the Duke's lord loses the first battle, he won't be dressed."

"Then don't put such a big opponent in the same group. He seemed to be watching a game between kids and adults."

"You can't entertain me that much. If they make it to the final by mistake, they'll let you do it. Damn, I guess that one was meant to be a road trip, but it's a good annoyance"

The voice quickly turned away. I could have caught up if I ran, but I wasn't willing to check on the impudent.

Feeling the vagaries that had kept him in hard spirits crumbling apart, Crusade pulled his legs as heavy as lead to reach the modest room.

... and to this day.

The armor slapped at me by force distorted me like I was slammed with a horse spear, and I could hardly remove it by myself. Stuck inside the cramped iron, the confusion grew more and more hedgy.

... Two years ago, the day I lost my parents and officially succeeded to the title.

Crusade's master told him, "Don't quit the sword".

"The sword always reflects who it is now. Knowing yourself through the sword will always make you stronger. Now, there will be a lot more to learn...... Forge your swords, keep going. Besides, you have talent."

I was full of sorrow at the time, and I was just a nod to Crusade without even thinking about the intentions of the Master's words, but now I felt like I knew what that meant. Indeed, the sword clearly reflected his fragility.

But I didn't feel so positive that I could accept it all and be my strength.

The remorse of losing the game was still there. I really wanted to win and show things to the people who insult me.

But more than that, I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself that I couldn't get out of my childhood anywhere.

What shows the king how brave he is?

In the end, no matter how much you stretch out, you're still unreliable child. And until earlier, I wasn't aware of it. I was going to be ready and waving my sword, but in fact, in the convenience of the adults, I was just dancing with a good mind.

I just expose my stupidity. Participate in competitions like this only this year.

—— Yes, Crusade was determined.

"Are you crying?

There is a girl's voice directly beside her. Looking at you in surprise, the girl with the slightly red ribbon on her head stared at Crusade as she twisted her big eyes.

This is a modest room accessible only to Games officials. The girl, who was an outsider to see, stood dignified as it was natural to be there and chuckled at Crusade as she gazed.

"You were just made into a cotempan. Does it hurt anywhere?

"It doesn't hurt..."

Surprisingly, Crusade answered honestly.

"Then why were you crying?

"... I'm not crying. I was just thinking about what I wasn't getting enough of or reflecting on the game."

With that said, I felt the strengths appear on my face, and Crusade reached out to my eyes in haste to hide his expression. He remembered the sound of iron bumping into each other, and he kept his helmet on.

"What's missing?

"Oh. Speed, accuracy, reading, technology —— look back at yourself and see what led to defeat. By thinking about it..."

"You must have lost because you don't have enough muscle strength and physique. You, what you were compared to others"

……

She was a girl who said a lot of crazy things.

Indeed, after fighting that musculoskeletal swordsman, Cruseld was also made to grieve that he needed strength and stature to cross each other with the mighty swordsman alongside him.

But if you simply clean up the story with or without power, there's no point in polishing your sword moves. Swordsmanship is not a barbarian struggle to beat each other with a stick.

I don't know how to explain that to a seemingly ill-defined girl. When Crusade was worried, she got tired of standing still, and the girl took out the stick of the tree she'd picked up and probably started swinging.

"You're just a kid, aren't you? I don't have a body, so I deserve to lose to my brother. But unlike my brother, who puts his sword around at his disposal, the sword sword sword was so beautiful. Here, shush!

With that said, the girl imitates the poking that Crusade showed her. If not sharp, there would be no velocity, but strangely only the mould was like, and Krüsseld learned the chill.

No, more than that-- brother?

"It wasn't a bad idea not to be scared of anything going into your brother's time. The game results were scattered though!

"You're the one who doesn't know what's scary, fool"

A fist falls on the girl's head.

Screaming like a dog trampled on its tail with a "ghost," the girl even held her head and smothered.

With it sideways, a great shadow appears as a sleigh.

The shadow was Maurice Bardo, who had beaten Crusade earlier without a full skin. Now he's taking off his helmet and revealing his face, but that physique alone makes me know who he is.

Maurice bowed her head, feeling sorry for herself.

"My lord Duke of Vlage, my sister has excused me. I grew up in the country, I didn't know anything about it, so I was reluctant to be polite. I'll scold you hard later, so forgive me."

"No —— that, sister, is that you? Lord Maurice's."

Crusade turns her attention to the girl who still roars with her head in her head.

I thought that my sister was weak, adorable, and should be protected no matter how busy she was. The very idea of dropping a fist on its head was not in Crusade, but he was just overwhelmed by the intercultural acts carried out in front of him.

"Yeah. He was watching my game, but he made a scene when his dad disappeared into a gap that kept his eyes open. I thought I'd peek here, and I didn't know you were selling fights to His Excellency."

Maurice says so, scratching the girl's head squeamish. Paying the hand depressingly, the girl swelled her cheeks, puffy.

"I'm not selling you a fight. He showed me a pretty good sword in the game with Brother Mor, so I just came to see for sure who he was."

"Wow. Idiot, that kind of thing sells fights."

Maurice hurriedly grabbed the girl's collar and pulled her closer, holding that little body aside like a load. It was such a familiar gesture that it made me wonder if I was always carrying her this way.

"I'm sorry, my lord. It's time for you to excuse me. If we don't take this guy now, he's going to say something even more extra."

"No, I don't mind. Her words are shooting."

Yes. No matter how I stretched out, today's crusade was “scattered”.

To be clear from others, I gave up on myself for a few moments and even felt like I could make it easier.

"Thanks to her, I also had the opportunity to talk to your lord. Congratulations on reaching the semifinals, Lord Maurice Bart. I had no hands or feet in your fierce swordsmanship."

"Ha. It's an honor."

Maurice shrinks her giant and puffs her head down in awe. He seemed to be an understated character, back-to-back with his appearance.

Krüsseld noticed that the girl held beside him was staring at herself for saying something. Turning to you so you could suck it, the girl said abruptly.

"I like your sword"

"Huh."

Without lies or flattery, to a word directed upright, Crusade stiffened.

To date, I have encountered a courtier who tries to flirt with him with thoughtful attitudes and words, or a courtier who tries to seep his favor away with letters and poems. But I never had the experience of being told I "liked" toward the face.

After a while, he realized that this was a word that meant "I like Krüsseld's swordsmanship," but still my heart kept beating dodgy.

The girl goes on without noticing the quiet wolf of Krüsseld.

"The game results were no good, but the sword mould looked better than anyone else. Hey, I was like your grandmother. Advance!

"Okay, let's not shut up. It's time to go."

Maurice flips around and heads to the exit to escape.

On its back, Crusade spoke in haste.

"Wait."

The Baltic brothers and sisters look back and look strange.

Crusade himself stood by the spot for a while, surprised by the words he accidentally uttered.

I wasn't sure myself how I had pulled them off.

But you can't just leave this girl like this.

Such thoughts gradually began to contour in confused heads, hurrying Crusade.

As he pushed his embarrassment so hard to kill him, he connected the words that had come to mind.

"Well, if you don't mind... next year's swordsmanship tournament, will you come and watch it?"

"Are you in?

Asked, Crusade recalls his earlier determination. Speaking of which, I only decided to participate in competitions like this this this year.

But his head was shaking vertically on its own.

"Ah, oh. I'm gonna do that."

"Then I'll go."

The girl snorts lightly. And I spared no effort to break my face.

"Fun!"

She smiled like she had a tight chest.

Cruseld felt something sprout in his chest, illuminated by a dazzling grin that was not decorative.

"Good. So... what's your name?"

"Katreah!"

Suddenly, a thunderous rage shook the atmosphere. The three men on the spot, all together, let their bodies mock.

Something happened, and Krüsseld set himself up. Meanwhile, the brothers and sisters seemed to remember this voice and began to flutter with haste.

"Not good, it's my dad. I'm looking for you. Wow, you look beautiful."

"Brother, let's run!

"Wow. That's what you're saying, you're gonna get me involved"

"You're not getting in that hand," Maurice said, putting her strength aside to make sure she didn't miss the grubby girl. And he only showed his face to ask what was going on outside from the exit of the modem.

"Now it's time to go back. I have to give you to my father."

"Help me, brother."

"Shut up, you deserve it"

"Ah..."

There's no time for Crusade to speak up, and the two of them fly out of the modem.

Faced outside following its back, he had already lost sight of his siblings and one tree branch had fallen on the floor.

Quiet suddenly returns to the noisy indoor.

In it, Crusade stood blindly forgetting to take off his armor as well.

It was as if the storm had blown and everything had been cut off.

The gloomy thoughts, the remorse, the giving up, have disappeared somewhere at some point.

Only warmth remains on my chest like a blue sky with no clouds.

What was bothering me?

I twist my head, but I can't remember what I was twitching about.

Only that smile burned me in the back of my brain forever.

Then Crusade, instead of government, even continued his sword training.

My back grew quickly. I also got muscles. No one dared to shadow him as a "princess."

But he no longer cared about it.

It doesn't have to be recognized by the king. I don't care about praise from people or anything.

I just wanted that girl to see her sword moves again.

Her delightful face, I wanted to see.

swordsmanship tournament the following year. Crusade won brilliantly at a young age of 15. The following year, he also won.

... It was on the occasion of the third victory that I realized the serious fact that maybe the girl hadn't come to watch the tournament.