Only with Your Heart

Ruklov - - Four-and-a-half years ago, in the woods near the border.

Luklov stifled his cheeks as he glanced at the surface of the lake trying to wash his face, in contact with the bloody demon. Her hair is messy and all over the place, and her eyes are dark and cloudy as she begins to have small wrinkles carved into her eyes. It took me a few seconds to finally realize that was my face on the water.

Ruklov rushed to sink his face into the water and washed his face, hair and neck clean as he rubbed his hands so hard as to ramble.

Sober, cold water stimulates tired skin to restore calm with a slightly disturbed heartbeat. When I looked up, my vision finally opened and my consciousness became clear.

This much struggle has never happened before.

Many of the directives from the King were always dirty enough to make me want to throw up a backlash (heddo) on the spot, but not necessarily difficult targets, and Ruklov has always followed them with great care. We already know very well that the King has chosen such a task on purpose to give it to Ruklov.

But not all this time.

The general directive was to destroy a group of disturbed elements, supposedly lurking in a deep and vast forest stretching long into the border with neighbouring countries, and Ruklov was suddenly sent to the front without much previous information.

The mission was underway in secrecy, and by its very nature, we could not have put in a large army. Ruklov took himself, two hand-worked knights, and only a dozen infantry men into the woods in question.

But then, soon, you will understand the truth - that the king just wanted to kill Ruklov.

Ruklov has already learned too much about the dark parts of the king. And for almost a decade, it was no longer a secret that Luklov had begun to neglect to stubbornly make the same demands all the time.

The disturbing elements in the example were rigorously trained in combat, strong, and their numbers crapped two hundred. There is no way a group of less than twenty Ruklovs could have fought against them, including the overwhelming interests of the land that they knew all about this forest. On the contrary, now that we have already entered the depths of the woods, it is a situation that I must say is your word if we are to be able to return alive.

He (Luklov) and others had just managed to escape with their lives after a bloody death battle that had been hunted down and lost two infantry soldiers.

Ruklov was strong enough to hear the blunt sound of a gibberish around him, toothpicking.

That's when.

"Luklov... this time it seems better to retreat now"

He was called from behind, and Ruklov slowly raised his face. It was the voice of a powerful and supple female knight. A comrade of war who has been living and dying with us for over a decade now.

But Ruklov could not look back on the Lord of his voice.

The female knight seemed to have already anticipated this stubborn reaction of Lucrov, quietly approaching her next door with a short sigh.

"This mission is just an end to tea. It's a miracle we only lose you two. Now... let's go home."

Only two.

No, even if you're an infantry, you've both lost your honorable human lives.

Because of the thoughts of a filthy king and the dreams of one foolish knight.

Still, Ruklov was silently shaking his head to the side with his back to the female knight. I couldn't see her face properly.

"Luklov......"

"Edina, the King (the one) said it would be time to find Chizuru this time... The example prophet said he saw the shadow of Chizuru in another world. He said he might be able to call back."

Even himself, Ruklov knew that what he (all) was saying was illogical and only sounded like the words of an invisible child.

- I knew. - What?

That has been happening for almost a decade now, and he himself is sadly aware of it.

I'm a clown.

Crazy lonely man.

A madman who continues to seek even a brunette girl who is still unforgettable, chases her shadow like a ghost, and does anything for it.

Again, Edina's sigh was heard from next to Ruklov.

"I miss Chizuru too... You were a really cute, nice kid. Always working hard, being nice. I'd love to see her again, too, if I could."

Edina's tone was soft, but Ruklov couldn't allow it to be anything close to past shapes.

It's like... Chizuru is no longer in the world, he's never going to see you again.

Luklov bit his teeth and held his fist so hard that even the rock was about to crush him that he endured the embarrassing thought. Edina continues.

"But, hey, all that that prophet can do is sense it when Chizuru shows up in this world at best. I don't have the power to call you back. Only God can do that."

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

I know, I know, I know.

I know, so what?

This is the only thing I can do. Quiet and silent, I couldn't be alone in the mansion like a hidden old man, immersed in the memories of a thousand cranes, etc. I have to hold her in this arm. I have to hear that voice again. If I don't touch that skin again.

I can't even breathe.

"Besides, Luklov... maybe I shouldn't be saying this right now, but it's just a prediction that Chizuru is back in the other world. Maybe she..."

"Edina!"

"The night she disappeared, there was a lot of danger in the forest we were in. There are a lot of beasts out there who attack people."

Ruklov looked back at Edina with angry eyes and grabbed her wrist tightly. It's Lucroff's arm, so forged that he can snap a bow and arrow with his bare hands. Normal people would cry and hurt, but Edina just bit her lips slightly and didn't change one other complexion.

"Chizuru is alive. I'll find her. Whatever it is, absolutely."

"Luklov......"

"Go home if you want! I'll kill them all by myself. I don't mind losing my hands and feet, I can sell my soul to the devil!

I wondered what he looked like right now, and Ruklov was even afraid at the edge of his consciousness. Definitely a brutal face alongside ghosts, demons and beasts. Even Edina, a knight of a hundred wars and smells, has her eyes frightened by the evidence...

"Stop it, Luklov, why don't you calm down a little?"

Soon another blonde knight stood just beside the two of them, grabbing Ruklov's wrist and strictly advising him.

"I don't care what you think. We should turn back as soon as possible now. Then we'll rebuild the system, we'll see more soldiers, we'll think about going back."

Ruklov let go of Edina's wrist.

A blonde knight immediately takes Edina's hand and confirms her safety. The trick was affectionate and even well-groomed.

You look like two picturesque people.

They both have shiny blondes, tall, male and female, but two comrades who have fought together for over a decade... and at the same time are lovers to each other...

"It's okay, Zain. Ruklov is only concerned after the battle."

"I know, Edina... Let's get the horses ready."

The two, united by deep affection, take their hands in their hands and stare at each other.

Ruklov slipped a step from them, distracting his eyes as he distorted his face in agony. ─ ─ The two are some of the few friends who understand Luklov's mind. On the other hand, a handful, perhaps, can say that there are no allies of Luklov other than these two in this world today. Even though there were less wages to be paid by Luklov, they would have had as many other suppliers as they could have.

Lone, I know he has sympathy for me, but there was a vast territorial rule that he ceded from his father, and he didn't have time to fight me about Rucroff like Edina and Zain did.

Even Luklov loves and respects them both as friends.

But when he was shown two people in front of him who loved each other deeply and cared for each other, Ruklov could not help but feel the pain of being able to rehearse his heart alive, not to like the size of what he had lost. Always, always.

"Luklov"

The turned Zain said carefully with clear, water-colored eyes as clear as the sky. "You want to see Chizuru alive, don't you? Don't say anything throwing at me. We're still on your side. Now let's pull."

Luklov should have nodded.

I should have...