Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

A word of uturo sounded too fascinating in the dungeon.

Without even trying to know its intentions, Mute took off the dungeon tempted.

They give him the long sword that was being seized and put him on the carriage carriage that he had prepared. It sits within a small frame with no roof and is transported somewhere towards the outskirts of the capital. In the meantime, he was repeatedly rethinking.

"There would be a leather bag in the corner of the carrier, wouldn't there? Contains water and food"

Far from the capital through unpopular forests under cloudy weather, where the sun began to tilt. He sprinkled the chaser before he came this far, and now the hand that watches the carriage also calms down, Utsuro said.

"... not necessary"

If he was not feeling thirsty or hungry, the mutt coldly refused to apply.

Even if I was here, I didn't trust Utsuro. I just couldn't help myself, and to satisfy my strongest desire, I had to cling to the words of a dubious man.

I didn't lack so much calm that I wasn't aware of what I was going to do from now on.

"Don't get me wrong. You are worn out. [M] I say be thorough and challenging."

"... what are you?

"If you've done your hatred, I'll tell you everything."

Staring sideways at Utsuro's back, Mute gently reached into the leather bag. The water and bread were in the expected range and I allowed it, but I cared about the creepy pills that were in there with me.

Shall I still stop what I say, or if I thought so, I was called out as if I could see through.

"It's not poison or anything that breaks your spirit. It just replenishes the photon. Dine first and then take it with water. Don't talk if you're anxious... if you want to die without hatred."

Eventually, following the procedure I was told, Mute poured the pills in with water - less tired and I learned the feeling that my body would be filled with photons.

Doing so makes me unnecessarily unsure what Utsuro means to be helping myself. But rather than thinking about it, she thought about the original. Out of the scope of the effects of the protection of the Divine Tree, it was so unresponsive.

About half an hour later, the carriage slowly stopped.

"Got it...... get off. That man is waiting."

The destination was a cemetery just ahead of us through the woods outside Draciera.

The wide lawn surrounded by forests is lined with tombstones at equal intervals.

Every one of them was ancient, and weathering was noticeable with some missing or parasitic trees. I can't even see the dead leaves accumulating there, as if manpower had been added.

Alone here, Gilvim hangs flowers in front of one grave.

"... here, my legs were far away for a long time. Terrible. Terrible."

Mute, who got off the carrier, approached her step by step and at the foot of her tightening.

I found out that the name engraved on the headstone belonged to my own parents. Looking a little at it, she quietly closed her eyes and lay down her face. I was feeling the breeze that blew into the cemetery, something I missed somewhere.

"Here... was your father and mother there?

Gilvim, staring down at the tombstone, grabs the long sword he had placed by his side and stands up.

"Not since you were protected by the Administration. I took the body and mourned it."

"I had already given up. I thought this time was unlikely."

The mutt, who shook his head small, spilled the voice that pushed him to death.

"I tormented you.... I had forgotten. Reminded ten days ago."

"I was at one point, too, trying to forget. I wanted to escape this nasty emotion and forget everything. But I couldn't. The memories planted on you never disappeared."

"... sorry"

Gilvim's voice has an unparalleled sense of truthfulness.

"I saw you laughing surrounded by students, and I lost my mind. I can't keep everything I was keeping under control anymore... you're not bad. Nothing's wrong. Don't apologize to me anymore."

He leans on his emotions and opens his eyes sharply.

Mute, who activated a tremendous resentful brilliance, told as he pulled out his long sword.

"... so you can blame me - you die in the afterlife"

Gilvim, facing back, wore herself into a regal splendor.

His hand, which was hesitant, also pulled out his long sword to shake off another slice of stray.

"You can't die yet. Even if it's going to carry further business."

The two guided by Utsuro cross swords.

Eventually the weather collapsed and it began to rain with lightning strikes.