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

December 25th.

In that tiny room, a sunset plunged in through an empty window.

The smell of disinfectant and the smell of trees pouring in from outside the window and the mixed smell of the two were unique, not uncomfortable, but difficult to get used to.

So such a smell was a great help in letting you know where this place is rather than how the room was built.

In front of you from the back, there are only two beds lined up indoors.

I woke up on the bunk in front of me. Holoro found a mute sleeping in the back bunk.

"... good"

Full of thoughts overflow with the words.

I woke up physically, feeling terribly tired, and threw my legs out beside the bedroom. That way the mute in the patient's clothes slept on the sleeping table and the window in the deepest part fronted.

relieve herself by looking at how her abdomen is going up and down.

When he stroked down his chest, which the wind hole should have vacated, he was also convinced of his survival.

There is also the Gilvim case, and the reason for this now falls sincerely.

At that time, an elongated figure fell indoors. I glanced at the window and saw whose it belonged. In the past, there's one person there who hasn't stopped eager to see me again - so I accidentally turned my eyes round.

"Ah..."

Wearing a new covert outfit to my memory, then the mask was in my hand away from my face. Between the windy curtains, there is no feeling of hostility or anything like standing in the dark sun on your back.

He's just been turning his gaze silently, and he's got an indescribable look.

Not as a Utsuro, but as a Wedal.

Then Holoro hastily called him to a halt, trying to turn his heel back without doing anything.

"Oh, wait... oh, no, uh... the... the..."

I wasn't ready. Too much to tell, hear and talk about, its advantages and disadvantages were not immediately followed.

The words didn't come over my throat - sweet to the patience of Wedal who waited still for a few minutes, Hollor chose only one word.

Everything in my heart here and now, if I retrace my memory, I will concentrate on that word.

I can finally see what his intentions are now, having connected it.

"... thank you for this heart"

Listen, Wedall puts his foot on the edge of the window.

In putting that mask back on, there was a definite grin.

Bring a chair to the back of the bedroom and sit back.

Just as Mute woke up, Holoro loosened his face naturally.

"You and I... are you alive?

Mute's temper, heavily bodily, soon sank backwards.

Showing how normal it was, Holloro hammered "Yeah".

"... I was dreaming a little. It was my dream when I was about seven."

Just "yeah" again, Holoro hammered.

"My real name was Therese and I was probably adored by my parents..."

Talk about the dreams Mute was having.

Holoro knew half the content before he heard it. If I could see that was the other half, I wouldn't have thought of pinching an extra mouth. He kept asking, hitting only the gavel.

"... I just wanted it to be a dream. Everything, dunno... dunno"

At the end of the conversation, there is such a weak mourning.

Holoro was taken right hand by mute. I left that right hand wrapped in her hands to her will - to hold it in, to draw it to her chest, to shed a number of tears there.

From the tremors coming through, from the feel of every drop, he was feeling her guilty consciousness.

"I dyed this hand in blood and took something too big. I don't know what to say to you... I'm really, really sorry.... I'm sorry"

From the continued apology, I am convinced that its heart is in place.

"I'm fine.... I'm fine"

Wait until mute settled down, Holloro shook her hand back from the outside.

"I thought Mr. Mute was hurt and really hated him. I don't even remember hesitating. I couldn't afford to protect myself like that. I was told a while ago. I don't know what happens if you can't protect me... maybe what's in this heart right now answers, what?"

Mute nods as she wipes her tears with her sleeves.

"Anger, hate, I guess I'm not good. But I think that's the kind of emotion that people need, the kind of emotion that he taught me."

The voice contains slight self-derision.

"Because it's important, if I get hurt, I get angry, that's all I hate. I can even think of waving my powers for someone. If you think about it, it's mine or it's not much different... I guess it's convenient for me. How did you do that? This is my wish."

And I assure Mute.

"I haven't given up yet. I will continue to be a gentle knight for myself."

"... right"

Mute smiles a small smile, as she feels easier.

Staring straight at her like that, Holoro continued to run his mouth.

"So come home. So... stay with me."