Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"Mmmm! Igni! '

A small little flame emerged from the spell and the palm of Nal's hand, which quickly disappeared.

"Yay! Done! Hey, did you see that!? You did it right!

It was a flame of an instant that I was going to miss while I was blinking, but Nall is thrilled to use his whole body towards me in the past to describe it.

I have a slightly oblique attitude toward such a naru that I would tell him to do it, but I can clearly see the brightness on his face that is not comparable to the time he came to the orphanage.

"Ma... didn't I do my best to you?

"I wonder if the teacher would have been better... Nah"

"What teacher..."

I joke and say it, Nal, and I don't seem to have the words on my back.

It's a smiling sight while I'm at it.

But I'm pretty sure I'm the teacher for those kids right now because of what happened.

'But I don't think it's really bad. Yeah! Maybe it's more for you!

'Oh yeah...?

'Cause it didn't work at all, and now I can get this far in a few days? Maybe he has the talent to teach!

"Teaching talent...... Well, maybe more than your magic talent."

I said, "Oh! I said it! Then find my talent responsibly if you want to get that far. You're a teacher, aren't you?

Nal asks me with a prank grin.

"I don't care if they say that all of a sudden... but well..."

"What? Did you think of something?

"Maybe it's talent to always be nicotine like an idiot."

'Not extra like an idiot!?

A child with dark hair is twisted together.

I couldn't be honest then and I put it that way, but it was an indisputable fact that I was saved by that smile.

This may have been the first moment since then that I felt something called happiness.

I was isolated, thanks to Nal. That's how I regained the light in my heart again, and I quickly broke it down with everyone else who was in the orphanage.

The scene flies and the forest at dusk.

The sight of me and Nal sitting side by side at the roots of a large tree shows.

That happened about six months after I arrived at the orphanage, and when I was disgusted by the fact that people who were worshipped as heroes from home and abroad were only able to watch their power become stronger.

I couldn't stand the spiciness of holding her alone, and I exposed everything to her.

I don't know why I got here, about my parents and their end of the line, and that I believe they're absolutely innocent.

She's just listening in silence to a bunch of words that get spit out of my mouth like I'm gonna hit eight.

'It was...'

With that in mind, I have a complicated look on my face, Nal.

I can see all kinds of emotions in that heart.

'I will never forgive them. Any form is fine. I'll make sure they get what they deserve. "

I'll look straight ahead and declare so.

I don't remember the mood at the time, but declaring that to someone also seems to have taken some support from my mind.

"Oh well... it is..."

On that face, Nal groans so with a strange look, not a smile.

'I knew it... you think it's reckless?

That's what I'm asking Nal, but I knew best that the word reckless wasn't even enough.

I am just a child, and the enemy is now a great nobleman who has been given the title and crest by the King immediately.

Whoever hears that story will tell you to forget about revenge and live in secret for little happiness.

But I couldn't have chosen anything other than that.

Because I was more angry than anything that those people who murdered my parents were still alive.

'I'm not very smart, so I don't know what's right... but if you say you want to, I'm the only one there for you!

Nal admitted my way in a gentle tone like my mother's.

"But..."

"But?"

'That's how you always look like you're angry, and they'll find out, right?

Lift your eyeballs up with your fingers so Nal can imitate my look then.

"Oh, you look like that?

"Yeah, I'll take revenge on you! Faces like '

'Oh, you were...'

'So usually give me a softer look. That's better. That's not gonna happen, is it?

'... Indeed'

Childish shallow thinking, but at that time I thought it was a very dependable opinion.

'That's the face. All you have to do is show them when you stick a sword in their throats.' Cause that's cooler, right?

"Ha ha, what the hell is that?"

Me laughing when I heard Nal's childish words like that.

"Ah, that face! It means you should have that soft look from time to time!

And Nal with a brighter smile pointing to my face like that.

It is still firmly engraved in this chest that the two of us laughed until the sun went down and darkened.

Then a few more months of events begin to flow like a running lantern.

That means we are approaching that day and this memory is about to come to an end.

Towards that sight I never wanted to see again if I could, the world of memory continues to move on.

"Phew... Do another good job...... '

Having revealed everything to Nal, I was beginning to move in a concrete direction rather than just continue to exude hatred that had no place to go as it had until then.

I dedicated my time to self-training in the woods behind the orphanage, remembering what I had learned from my parents.

Fortunately, my father's blood was flowing through my body, and my teacher was absent, but I was able to steadily develop that strength in my training alone.

First, find out the truth about what happened to your parents.

I thought I needed to dive into their nostalgia to do that, so I just kept working out my body.

And I was in good shape that day, so I was training later than usual.

I don't even know if that decision was right or wrong now.

After training I tried to get back to the orphanage, and I saw a strange light coming from the woods.

Swinging red and orange light, visible from the gaps in the trees.

Usually I see the light as if it were just daylight there from the orphanage where only minimal lights should be on for moderation.

In the past, I had a bad feeling and rushed in that direction.

As I approach the orphanage, I hear noises.

The sound of a patsy like a burnt tree exploding.

And the anger of the men.

I remember that.

It was the same voice I heard coming from behind me so many times when I fled that dark forest at a glance.

I stopped when I reached the point where I could see the orphanage.

No, I had to stop my leg.

'Nah... what the... this...'

What was in its sight was an orphanage that was going to flame and disintegrate and a large number of soldiers surrounding it.

The sound of brightness and collapse so painful in its eyes.

The soldiers are raising their voices without noticing me standing in the woods staring at such a sight as if it were unrealistic.

"Kill them all! Those are the people who kept the devil's kid hidden!

"Don't let one get away with it!

"He's a brunette kid! Kill him! '

The equipment that the men screaming like that are wrapped up in is exactly the same as the ones who were after me then.

Do we believe that justice is upon us for this crime, or that we are not trying to hide the crest of an axe of war on its equipment?

And as I learned later, that was nothing more than the crest of a private soldier held by Feld Vildanes.

In the past, I hide myself and stand in front of the sight.

Even with some training, it was clear that I was too young to do anything about these large numbers of soldiers.

And I can't do anything about it right now.

We can only get together and look at the sight.

I don't even want to imagine what the hell is going on in there, but that tragedy comes to mind unconsciously.

The heart strikes an early bell and the emotions of the time are remembered.

I am irritated by a deep sense of despair and powerlessness at the same time in the past and present.

Memories came to an abrupt end there.

"Eh!"

chills felt throughout the body, and the feeling of breathing.

I immediately understood that consciousness had returned to reality.

"Ha... ha... damn!

My whole body is shockingly wet with cold unpleasant sweat and I feel sick.

It's still dark outside the window, and bugs and creepy birds are squeaking from it.

The nightmare that was in front of me disappeared, but only the heartbeat and rough breathing, the uncomfortable emotions in my chest, have taken over from my dreams.

And I reasserted that my hatred for myself, who was so powerless that I had no choice but to escape from that place, and the people who had taken it from me twice, had not diminished since then.

Grip to crush wet palms with sweat.

I didn't have that power then, but not now.

My sword now has the sharpness to reach their throats.

When you unconsciously unconsciously unravel the forces that were gathering between your brows, you can see that the stretched facial expressions loosen.

And I told myself in my heart to keep that look until I put a sword up their throats.