Monster no Goshujin-sama

Nineteen.

In a camp prepared in the woods, the knights belonging to the Cathedral Knights Unit IV were having a night of thought.

Though those on watch are the ones who are distracted, the attitude of others cannot be described as flattering or well-behaved.

Although no fool would just let go of his sword, he was acting on his own accord, and some were in the car seat and gambling.

A man with sharp eyes raised his voice like a roaring wolf.

"Damn, it shrivels. I can't believe we're redoing it."

"How many times have you talked about it, Edgar?"

I give it back a little fed up.

A strong face of insurance was pointed this way.

"That said, I wouldn't have a choice. Zoltern."

Zoltern-Miharlek.

That was my name.

Descendants of the brave once known in the name of the 'Eyes of Prospect', making them one of the fourth units of the glorious Knights of the Diocese.

And he is also one of the "beloved sons of grace" who inherited that ability.

Nevertheless, unlike my ancestors, who used the power of 'reading minds' to develop the Cathedral Church of the past, my power is at best to the extent of reading the other's emotions.

Still, that ability is quite useful.

For example, is the person against whom you are pointing your sword angry or afraid?

If you know that, it is possible to read to some extent what the enemy will do next.

Especially when dealing with monsters, it's a big advantage.

Also, when someone tries to scam this one in a negotiation matter, they won't be fooled if they can read the malice under their smile.

As far as the power of its' foresight eyes' was concerned, Edgar in front of him seemed grossly insatiable.

No. Even without that, it was clear to me that Edgar was grumpy.

The cause is also clear.

I was moving away, so this will be the story I heard later, but it seems that the main unit, including Travis and Edgar, discovered the 'ghoul' silane to be searched for.

But because she was not alone, Travis decided to temporarily withdraw.

The decision had upset Edgar.

"After a long time, I've come to a country like this, and I think I've finally found a target, I'll keep it. Of course you want to complain."

There are three "Grace Beloved Sons" in the Fourth Squad who have an incompetence that can be used at the operational level.

One is the captain, Travis, and one is me.

And the other is Edgar.

If it's simple combat power, Edgar-Givalsch, the 'Ghost of War', boasts the strongest in Unit IV.

Its power is comparable to that of the captain class of the Cathedral Knights.

More notable than that, however, was its nature.

"Besides, the end of the former Knight of the North was when he wasn't in a state where he could fight properly. I was hoping to see how teethy they were."

In a nutshell, a combat maniac.

Edgar is obsessed with the battle and has no interest in anything else.

Approximately, we should call it a hobby of the knights alone.

Most of all, if you mean not to be a knight, the knights who belonged to this Cathedral Knights Unit IV were all like him.

Otherwise, you can't engage in an operation like this one.

The main unit led by Travis said it ravaged one of the villages today.

He mercilessly slaughtered the villagers with a knight's sword that should have protected the people.

If you are a knight in the bend...... no. Being a man of good sense would be a very unaffordable act.

But when I saw the colleagues who had joined me in my "eyes," there was not a single one, such as the one who was suffering.

On the contrary, few were excited.

A little different from Edgar, who likes the fight itself.

What they enjoy is unilateral violence.

It's fun to abuse others.

Waving violence is fun.

There were many such personalities in this unit.

Neither was he of such a nature as to blame such an act.

The blood of a glorious brave man, and that all will be cloudy?

Instead, it even makes me wonder whether the brave man himself was truly like being bequeathed by the inheritance.

... Oh, my God, if I say this, I won't put it in my mouth because it could be solemnized by the Cathedral Church.

So much so that those who are here were filthy.

No matter, this is a story I myself included.

"May I have a moment, Edgar? And Zoltan."

of its filth, but has spoken out.

Captain Travis-Mortimer.

He has a graceful look at me, but his heart was a man painted with honor and birth lust.

In my 'eyes' I could clearly see the nature of such a man.

"There still seems to be someone who will take some time to rendezvous"

Says Travis, looking around.

The colleagues around us are now close to a hundred.

But originally, the knights belonging to the Cathedral Knights Unit IV count two hundred.

Dividing this into several parts, Travis was following the whereabouts of 'Ghoul' Silan.

It took a lot of time for everyone to get together.

"You must not be tired. Get some sleep while you can."

In the light of these current circumstances, the dialogue Travis has spoken of is, at first glance, also a product of care.

But the emotion he points at here was, in fact, for a well done tool.

As someone who comes to battle, it is only natural to care about the condition of the tools.

There, there was no decent human sentiment.

"Tomorrow, we will get great honors. Nevertheless, for Edgar, it may well be a boring time"

"Hmm."

Travis smiles at Edgar with his nose ringing.

That smile had deep malice, which could not help but run chills on the spine of the beholder.

"One of the transferees is the enemy. It's not for combat, either. It's called alienation."

I guess for Travis, who doesn't have anything to believe in, a boy by the name of Takahiro Mashima isn't a brave man, he's simply a foreign body who's been lost in this world.

Not to mention, if that becomes an evil existence that manipulates monsters, any excuse is good enough.

I never hesitate to wave my sword.

"It's just the weak who get trampled over there. Let's call it ravaging."

Travis looked confident of tomorrow's victory.

In fact, I hear he's sealing the enemy's greatest power.

In addition, 'Ghoul' Silan did not appear to be in such a condition to be able to fight.

There will be nothing we can do about this.

Subjects are obliterated and the survival of a few villages is also killed.

Even in such a cruel future, this heart did not move at all.

"I hope so, both of you"

Leaving behind, Travis turned his back.

That's when my eyes and mine met.

Behind his eyes, there was a faint discomfort.

It wasn't just Travis.

We, voiced by the captain, had gathered the gaze of the knights of our colleagues, but roughly all of them had negative feelings towards me.

I had no choice.

I was used to it.

Even if I say I can't read my mind, that kind of thing is only self-declared.

Dealing with someone like that would be physiologically disgusting.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm reading a part of my mind called emotion.

Yeah, I did. I can't help it.

So I don't think anything about it.

I don't feel anything.

Don't feel it, I've lived.

Therefore, I just think that everything in this world doesn't matter.

No cruel fact can shake this heart.

That was me... a man named Zoltern-Miharlek.

"Totally, really hard"

"What's up, Zoltern"

You heard yourself, you looked surprised, and Edgar called out.

There are no emotions there but doubts.

No evil feelings either.

Nevertheless, that is not the reason for such things as the love of dearness.

A man who was not interested in everything but battle was just saying that he was not interested in anything else.

"Nothing"

"I hope so. If you're not feeling well, get out of here. If you get in my way, I'll kill you for a long time, okay?

"I know, I know."

I gave it back, and the knights on the lookout went out of their way.

The knights, who were acting differently, joined us again.

The time for battle was approaching.

The knights have high morale.

Travis says victory and honor are promised.

Morale is a very important element in the army and that man is good at manipulating it.

Regardless of his personality, I guess he still has the ability the captain deserves.

Fame, desire, abusiveness.

The stirred desire appeared in my 'eyes', as if it were a burning flame.

The momentum is increased.

This momentum will empower them.

I watched them rolling in desire with one awakened eye.

Is it because it was like that?

Second, the idea of no other love was past the back of my brain.

Travis praised the "trampled weak" for the opponent he was about to ravage.

Travis is a trampled person, and there is no mistake in his sense of smell.

But is that absolutely immutable truth?

Isn't there anywhere, such as a guarantee that those who are trampled on will remain intact forever?

That's just a few questions.

It wasn't enough to take, it was only a minor anxiety.

Even if not, for me, the reality in front of me is nothing more than nothing.

The thought floated quickly faints and disappears.

Later in the night, when it was ravaged, it was steadily approaching.