An unusually high level of enthusiasm burns the white skin of a young girl with cream-colored hair to bright red.
"Ya, stop... stop, don't kill your father!
The girl's sad voice echoed in the burning house on the verge of collapse.
The sight was happening in front of me, whether my throat was burned with enthusiasm or not, but I couldn't help but scream. In the living room, dyed red, losing the shadow you see, the mother of a girl whose heart was pierced with a sword, laying in pieces.
And the big man with the sword now was trying to kill even the girl's father...
"To, run...... hurry!
"Let go of your father, please, please!
The father of a girl whose neck was grabbed by a big man shook his voice. There was a desperate face there, like I had already given up on myself, only thinking about the safety of my daughter.
The girl, who perceived the heart of her father as a child, begged the big man for his life. If it is silent and cold gaze that is returned to this, we cannot help but be confused.
Still, if I didn't do something about it, I looked for a means to help my father with the thought, and I saw a wave of sword that was falling at his feet.
It was kept indoors as an ornament.
All this time, the girl picked up her sword - and as soon as she grabbed the sword pattern, she felt a severe pain in her hand.
Because the sword had a high fever.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The girl desperately sees herself about to let go and points her sword tip at the big man.
Staring, he unleashed his first hostility in his life, in his voice.
Nevertheless, it was seriously heavy on the seven-year-old's body, not to mention its high fever, barely standing.
"... if you point your sword at me like that, you'll be my enemy too?
"Huh..."
To the big man's stare back, the girl trembles, but the sword does not lower - it cannot be lowered.
"Right..."
The next clap, the big man pierced his father's heart with a sword and pulled it out to make it look different. There is a small amount of blood splash, or a lot of bleeding, from the stab wound.
The suddenly self-defeating girl saw her father's body, let go by the big man, collapse powerless.
It was broken.
"Father...?
"Hate me... hate me?
"Yikes...... Yikes!?
"The Empire and the Federation will fight again... I will always be on the battlefield on the Empire's side then, I will wait for you to come! If you regret it, come to the battlefield, too!
The big man grabs the chest of the girl who cries out, and together, he exasperates.
Look straight into the girl's eyes and tell her to engrave memories that will never go away.
"If you regret it, let me kill you with that hand!
June 31.
Built on the outskirts of the capital of the country of Westeria, this ancient mansion is stained with cedar in the sun at dusk. On the balcony seat upstairs, the mutt was rolling his unflavored tea with his tongue.
Ever since this morning, she has been a good fit with a light cardigan woven on top of a negligee.
Rin has been in public from day to day, and she is not too familiar, but she also has a slightly sloppy side in her home.
"Oh lady... at last today, stay dressed like that... as lamentable as it sounds"
Proinaf-Kustal, who had refrained beside the balcony, sighed with disgust.
Cut up the collar feet for neat, crisp, short black hair. Tiny, twisted eyes, thin as thread. When the cheeks are rolling, the long face looks like it would have done so.
How about an upwardly accustomed moustache - is that an impression? For a body with longer hands and feet than a person, he was wearing a well-measured swallow tail suit.
He has a good posture and is young at the age of ninety.
He was such a deacon of mutes and a guide to her childhood swordsmanship.
"It's okay, because no one else has seen it. I'd rather have a tea treat than that, but you got anything?
"Ha... so this is why the lady still doesn't have one of her boyfriends?
When it was something I cared about, I almost sprayed the tea in my mouth. The word of denial, too, mute was naturally and narratively stronger.
"Hih, I just don't need it! Just find me something!
"Yes, sir."
Give a salute to the Lord who protrudes his teeth, and Proinaf takes them off.
Growing up as the adopted son of a senior knight's house, Mute left her hometown last year and lived with Proinaf in Westeria.
Speaking of why, to attend the Knight Training School in Westeria, the reason for this is exhaustive, but speaking of her, I have been savotaging school attendance for three days.
"What were you doing, I... It's not... it's nothing different from what the man did."
On the back of the chair sitting down, I accidentally opened my body and recalled what had happened three days earlier.
With a wooden sword in his hand, he struck the obvious good man as emotional.
I felt down with all this guilt and I was pulling it off.
Whatever I say, no matter what I apologize for...
In the first place, what face do you apologize for......
Keep that from yourself too......
Mute doesn't know how to behave at a time like this, no matter how much she thinks, because she has lived avoiding interactions with people as much as possible. Yeah, that's why it happened.
Could it be just a little too soon, Proinaf is back.
"Ma'am... you have a guest, would you like one?
"... a guest?
"Yes, I'd rather call you Holloro-Fiodiante"
"... Huh!?
Mute rang the chair and stood up.
Let Proinaf guide you into the room.
The mutt stayed watching the outdoors from the window in this room. She has turned her back completely, so she doesn't know what kind of complexion Holoro looks like right now.
To put it the other way around, Hollow doesn't even know.
"So... how about a basket of loose ends"
Leaving it in an inclusive way, Proinaf leaves the room in a shitty fashion.
It's a nasty quiet...
Pathetic, when a guest says he's here, he doesn't have the courage to say hello...
Why, what are you doing here, Holloro-Fiodiante...?
In the silence that seemed to overhear even the slightest rubbing of clothes, she thought.
The alone time that stood still in silence flowed and the atmosphere swelled away.
"Uh, um..."
"Wait! Let me tell you something first."
Eventually, Holloro, who decided to, spoke up to speak - mutt raised his voice reflexively and forcefully controlled the words ahead.
Previously, I had been holding back for fear of cursing and rejection, but I also thought that I had to say it first at all costs.
It was selfish.
"... sorry!
When Mute turns around, she bows her head heavily to Hollow and apologizes.
I was ready so I could be given anything back. Keep your posture and close your eyes and mouth firmly. I even tried to pay the price at any time so that I could respond cleanly to the violence of vengeance.
"... Mr. Mute dresses so cute at home"
It's not a mistake to hear. The reply was not like a curse, it was a compliment.
Mute eats her face at this. I swallowed the noisy voice forcefully, but I couldn't help but ask for its sincerity.
"Ki, you... didn't you come here to curse at me!?
"No... one way or the other, make up"
Mute is increasingly confused when the expression she is directed at is anger and a far smile.
"Shit, are you insane, because... Ha, you didn't have a beating then...?
"Chi, no, I was just worried... I'm not coming to school after that"
"Worried?
"'Cause, Mr. Mute... when you hit me, you looked so anxious, you were shaking"
What, that's...
Not to be angry, not to despise, worried...?
What did I look like, shaking like that again......
Mute learned that she had unconsciously exposed herself to ugliness, and yes she was disappointed in herself. Not enough to defeat the good man, but to expose him to the weakness he had hidden deep inside him.
Why are you being treated like that and staying tolerant...?
Why are you laughing when you are so beaten by your weakness...?
What is the strength of that heart...
With that in mind, she couldn't help but ask Hollow questions.
"Holoro-Fiodiante, what about you!?
"Mr. Mute!?
Slightly footsteps, the mutt stuffs to a hollow.
Even if he takes his foot off the floor, if he keeps his mind still, he'll have his foot snapped. I pushed the little hollow down lightly on this momentum and falling clap.
Still, it doesn't matter.
To satisfy her desire to know, she grabbed his chest barn.
"You... you saw me then and what were you thinking!?
It was a hollow affair with the opposite sex, but I immediately changed my mind when I also felt that the mute's knots were serious. I didn't think he'd want to make fun of it.
"- What..."
Hollow talks in the light and mutt rounds his eyes with its eyes and tip of his nose.
Words broke, they stared and couldn't move, they couldn't move.
It killed my breath, and I forgot that I was horseback riding, or - it was. Something inside my mind that I couldn't even know about was about to attract me.
"... excuse me. Ma'am, have a cup of tea...... hey, was I interrupting?
It was just then that Proinaf brought tea to the guest room. Without a knock, there was no confirmation of the reply. It was an insignificant entrance, as if to know everything.
Jumping off the top of the hollow, the mutt said, "Ahhh!? scream."
Returning to me and tiding his face, he nodded and sank into the proper shade of the guest room. The tortoise pulls into the armor, but it is not very slight, and I do not reply, trying to be called from the raised hollow.
"Oh, um... Mr. Mute?
"I'm sorry. For today, can you pick it up now?
Proinaf pulls back the hollow he tries to walk over.
"Oh...... yes, I get it"
Horolo, who understood that he had no choice, was left behind as he was dropped off by Proinaf and left the mansion.
"The day after tomorrow... come on properly"
Allow only half your head to peek through the window edge of the guest room and see your little back blurry. Mute shrugged, feeling somewhere comfortable with the feeling of her heart pulsing hard in the back of her chest.
"Yes... let's do it"
It's completely sunset and countless stars float in the sky.
Mute was puzzled by things on the balcony seat.
I felt so late and realised that what I had thought stuffy over the past three days was nothing but worrying, even weakness.
"Tea, please."
"... thank you," Mute reached out to the tea where the proinaf back from the drop off was brewed.
In the cup that peeked in, I realized I had a pitiful look because it appeared on the liquid surface with a caramel color.
In an attempt to breathe gently and wave it, he gave up that there had been no change where it was said, and if so, it was not a mistake to see.
I'm probably crazy right now...
Because I found out I was complacent, because I found out how weak my heart was, because they said that...
You have no idea...
After thinking about it and including tea in her mouth, she immediately looked at Proinaf's face.
"... what is wrong with you?
"Proinaf, have you changed the type of tea?
"No."
"Oh well... yummy, this tea"