Monster no Goshujin-sama

30 - Silane Perspective

It was the gift of numerous combat experiences that I realized the air had changed.

"Is this...?

I woke up a shriveled body.

That augurs well for something terrible to unleash.

My spine popped.

Just outside this house, something is about to happen.

As soon as I thought about who was fighting there, my body was moving unconsciously.

"Takahiro...!

"Mr. Silan!?

As surprised, the Hall of Vegetables, sitting in a chair by the bed, raised his voice.

All of a sudden, I jumped up and I rolled off the bed, so it wouldn't be possible either.

But I couldn't afford to be stuck with her surprise like that.

"Ugh, ku!

Proceed to the floor like crawling.

My body is powerless.

My arms tremble when I poke them on the floor.

My head hasn't caught up with the situation yet as to what I'm trying to do.

Still, the body was on its way to what it was aiming for.

"Hey, what are you doing!?

In a panic, Lord Mennaka stood up in the chair.

I get a shoulder grab.

And he swayed his body, and I resisted.

"... have to"

"Huh...?

"I have to go."

Unconsciously, my voice was zero from my throat.

Trembling hands reach out.

Leave your thoughts behind, as your heart desires.

There was a sword erected on the wall at the end of its reach.

... What the hell am I trying to do?

A chilling part of my head raised a voice of doubt.

I can't fight anymore.

I don't even need to fight.

Having become Demi Rich, I was reminded that I am not the man I deserve to be a knight.

He was cornered to the rind, and as a result, the body of the undead monster, drawn to the spirit, was out of balance.

I felt myself rubbing off into a bloody vicious circle.

- Hey, Silan. Even if Silan isn't a knight, I want you here.

To me, Takahiro said:

Even if he wasn't a knight or just a girl anymore, he told me that he wanted me to stay here, and he held me to this body that had lost its warmth.

- You don't have to fight. Silan is no longer a knight. Because she's just a girl.

I was happy.

My heart shook.

Really, they saved us.

... Yet.

Why is this hand trying to take the sword again?

My head doubts.

My body doesn't get lost.

"Mr. Silan......"

Lord Mennaka snapped, and I raised my face.

In her eyes my face was reflected.

It was a desperate look.

But what is manifested there was neither a rampage that left itself to anger, nor an unveiling of self-sacrifice that preceded ruin.

It's not, something.

Something I can't give away.

Perhaps that was enough for the wise Lord Mennaka.

"... ok"

The look that seemed bewildered turned into something that earned me certainty.

Lord Mennaka's movements from then on were quick.

When I get my sword all the time, I come back here.

Lord Minnaka, who helped me rise, entrusted me with a sword.

"Seniors, please, Mr. Silan"

"Thank you......!

And I made myself fall down, and opened the door of the room.

I closed the door behind my back and went out into the hallway.

"Ugh, ku..."

My leg snapped as soon as I could, and I hit a wall in the hallway.

My hands and feet don't move the way I think they do.

My knee is about to collapse.

Still, it was a lot better than my previous bedtime.

The body of an undead monster depends to a great extent on the mental aspect.

That means......

"It's stabilizing,...?

In this earthen pit...... no. Is it because it's a dirt pit?

It is on such occasions that some things are visible.

Or maybe it was those atmospheres that the keen sensibilities of Lord Mennaka felt.

I had a similar feeling about certainty.

Thoughts didn't have to be chased, but the mind and body knew.

Ever since I got into such a body, I've been worried, suffering, and lost.

But the answer is already, it's right around the corner.

Pushed back by that certainty, I ate my teeth and proceeded with my steps.

The room provided is upstairs, and you reach the stairs, albeit in a curtain.

"Ah......!?

The extent to which I can barely walk, even though I have somewhat re-held it.

Stairs can't be used properly.

I stepped off my feet.

Leave a small scream and roll down to the ground floor.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Eyes turn.

He was attacked by a terrible sense of vanity and nauseated like he did when he was nauseated.

That's when.

Just outside this house, the signs of disaster finally swelled.

Then there was a crushing sound.

Something rolled down the hallway as everyone in the village hiding in the room screamed.

... Takahiro.

So intuitive, even if weak, may be because I have a pass through.

Shortly afterwards, the explosion began to rise outside, and the fog that was pushing him over blocked his sight white.

It would be a hand in the time Lord Takahiro struck to prepare for his next attack.

That also means that it outdid the first shot.

Honestly, I had a thought of praise.

The disastrous signs I felt earlier had an atmosphere that could even be comparable to Lord Gabella's seriousness.

If it's outrageous, it's amazing.

Really, I think it's something stronger.

Takahiro's own qualities in combat are mediocre at best.

Nor is there such a mighty grace as is available for many other transferees.

Yet, Takahiro gained the strength to this point by overlapping encounters, climbing through several dead lines, and imposing himself with constant rigorous workouts.

I have seen him like that, both as a master of the sword and as a spiritual master.

That was a rugged journey that would not be strange if it were normally broken.

But Takahiro didn't break.

- Because I am the Lord who leads the families.

That pride supports Takahiro.

That, I believe, is the essence of their strength that the relationship between Takahiro and his family creates.

The thoughts of Lord Lili give Takahiro a strong pride, which gives him strength.

That, on the contrary, can be said to the families of Lord Lily.

To respond to the thoughts directed towards each other, as masters, as family members, they will be strong everywhere.

It seemed to me that their relationship was like one ideal snail.

... I felt envious.

"Row or we have to..."

I have resumed my actions.

Come on, there was no injury caused by falling down the stairs.

There is no pain.

I woke up my upper body while thanking the body of the undead monster for the first time.

Like I forgot how to move my hands and feet, that movement is not great.

I feel dizzy just standing on my knees.

He held his sword firmly in his hand as he rolled down the stairs so flashly.

This time, as if you'd never let go.

... Oh, that's what it ends up like.

I thought I heard the puzzle fit.

It was precisely at that moment that thought finally caught on to my mind.

I finally understood and laughed a little.

"Absolutely... I can't help it, I can't..."

The Knights of the Alliance are gone, and I am not a knight already.

More importantly, he is reminded that the existence of himself is not worthy of a knight.

But... I still want to be a knight.

I really don't think there's anything I can do.

Back to back with such thoughts, the hand holding the sword was increasingly powerful.

Oh, yeah.

As a knight, I want to protect everyone.

That is my truth.

So now I know what kind of words I wanted from Lord Takahiro.

- That means what he is to me.

- That's what I want him to be like.

I also knew that my wish would never come true.

"... ah"

As I crawled and bent over the corner of the hallway, I raised my voice.

Because there was someone there to ask for it.

White fog and bad vision, but I couldn't possibly have seen him wrong at this distance.

"... Takahiro?

The boy turned this way.

It smelled like a vivid battle.

There was blood seeping through his white clothes.

Especially the injury to the left arm was terrible, and blood was dripping from the fingertips when it was puffy.

Still, those eyes weren't losing power.

"... Silan?

Takahiro looked surprised that I was here.

Soon, however, it turned into the expression that it had fallen to its heart.

"... right"

Give a glimpse of my gripping sword and then crush it as you were convinced.

When Takahiro rose up, he walked over to me.

"You're here to fight?

"... sorry"

I lay down my eyes and uttered words of apology.

I have neglected the care of Takahiro, as I have grown up in my room.

Whatever thoughts you had, it was because it was true.

But Takahiro didn't get angry, he just laughed bitterly.

"I'm not going to blame you. Instead, maybe I was wrong."

"Takahiro...?

In strange words, I looked up.

A very sincere and warm eye was gazing at me.

"Ah..."

As I was sucked in, I nailed it in his eyes.

Because that gaze directed at me felt like it was capturing my core.

"Hey, Silan."

"... Yes"

Forget everything about tiredness and nausea and I was responding like a child.

I had the illusion that my heart would squeal when I should have stopped moving for a while.

I had a hunch.

Or, expectations.

I felt much stronger and overflowing with feelings than I had just done.

I can't see anything else anymore.

Only me and Takahiro were in a world covered in white mist.

"Maybe I'm about to do something terrible."

In a white world just between the two of them, says Takahiro.

Even the seriousness of the voice color as usual was like a magic that paralysed my mind.

"But if Silan wants it"

A hand wet in blood is offered.

It's like, a piece of the story.

"Will you fight with me?"

That's what he told me.

"As knights, I want you to protect us all together"

"Takashi, Hiro..."

A tremor like Sazana ran all over his body.

Running emotions filled my body.

I can't help it, my emotions flow out of my eyes in tears.

This word is what I wanted from him.

Because it was what I had given up.

"Wow, I... but I'm no longer a knight..."

In an attempt to return the words, the tremor of my lips gets in the way.

"Right. The Knights are gone. In that sense, I guess Siran is not a knight."

By contrast, Takahiro was calm.

"But that's not a big deal"

This guy is always like this.

At first glance, he looks like a boy who takes it away and has no distinctive character, and even though he actually has the fragility of a boy... his readiness is unshakeable when it comes to having trouble.

"The captain said it before. The knight offers his sword only against the philosophy of justice and the salvation of the weak. That is to say, in this world it aggregates to the existence of a savior brave... in short, all a knight needs is a brave man. All other circumstances are impure."

"But Lord Takahiro...!

"Oh, right. I'm not a brave man."

Lord Takahiro nods.

That's right.

This was why I had given up.

Takahiro Mashima was special to me.

That Fort Chile picked up my desire to fight to protect someone.

It lifted myself and my desire from the bottom of the darkness, which was supposed to decay in that place.

He wasn't a hero of brilliant tales or anything, but I thought he was the brave man for me to fight shoulder to shoulder.

But the Takahiro always said that he was not a brave man or something.

Instead, he even seemed to dislike the presence of a brave man.

That is why I did not convey the thought to him.

In fact, his opinion did not change on this occasion either.

"I can't be the brave man the world wants."

Spilling a smile, Lord Takahiro said.

"I know about my share. I'm just a little guy who wants his loved ones to be happy."

It was a dialogue that included some kind of giving up.

But at the same time, it was a word backed by pride that made me good.

"But that's why I want to live up to the thoughts of my loved ones."

It was a strong grin on the face of Lord Takahiro, who said so.

It was a grin that only those who bet everything they believed and did not regret could float.

"I care about Silan."

With such a face, I can no longer say anything because this is what I say.

"If Silan needs me, I want to live up to it. For the world, I don't care about brave men, knights, that sort of thing. If Silan wants me to be a knight..."

Lord Takahiro spinned his words in good faith.

"- I will be a brave man to the knight Silan."

How exactly was the word spoken?

It can't be a half-breed feeling because it's about him seriously.

That's probably why it stained so deep into my soul.

"Am I good as a knight?

"For me, Silan is the knight."

For the final confirmation, Takahiro returned with an immediate response.

"I haven't changed that thought since I saw Siran fighting at that Fort Chile. Honestly, yeah, I admired it."

It seems illuminating, but it tells me straight.

"I also wish Silan to be a knight. So I'm glad that Silan wants me to."

I'm glad they wanted it, this way.

I'm sure I'm many, many dozen times happier.

I felt the nucleus of something called me, which was shaking, rapidly regaining its shape.

It could have been some kind of freshman.

Once broken, it is now rebuilt stronger.

In the process, there was only pure and innocent joy, and I could only think of one way to respond to him for giving it to me.

"Takahiro."

- Take an oath.

Let us strike here an oath that will not be broken forever.

As streamlined as I could on my faded hands and feet, I have made my abode righteous.

"I dedicate all my sword, all my self, all my soul to you"

Kneel down, and drool like this with humility.

"We are swords. If you have enemies that threaten those you should protect, retreat no matter what it is."

Think of it, it's odd.

First there is the brave, and it is in this world that the knight offers his sword.

We are not, at all.

Because, for the first time, seeking each other makes us brave men and knights.

But I don't know what normal is for someone right now.

I am a knight, and Takahiro is a brave man.

If we want each other to do that, what's the point in anything else?

No longer lost or worried.

Take the hand offered, and I will tie the word of the oath.

"I swear here. This is a perpetual robbery with you."

I gently dropped my swear kiss on the back of my hand wet in the blood of my only brave man.