Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Father."

The resentment that was supposed to have been taken away did not spew a curse or stare, but laughed and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

I couldn't reach out.

Was it only because of the yang that the body that was moving so agile was heavy as lead?

With my left hand stretched into the void and my right hand grabbing the fishing rod, I was just stiff with my bloody face.

"Hey, man."

Look around.

Witch who responded to my cry, no, look for a vampire.

"Where is it? Hey."

No reply.

Only a handkerchief carefully folded on a rock where that woman had sat until earlier was wet in the rain.

"What the hell is that?"

I knew it by instinct.

He's gone. And he said he would never show up before me again.

I was trying to throw everything.

I was not afraid of payback.

I was definitely ready to say I was right, even if the whole world denied me.

Yet now the blood seems to be falling from my head to my feet.

It was truly incredible strength.

I relied on talent, trained to the limit every day, and threw it away to being a person.

Still hadn't arrived.

Yet we didn't feel like we were killing each other to the end.

It remained somewhere close to a workout.

"Oh, I wasn't motivated to kill until the end."

I grab a bloody sword and a big bag of used leather that doesn't look like anything the king would use.

Vampires, on the contrary. It's like a ghost, walking like a zombie.

I was on the doorstep of the Royal Palace when I realized it.

I don't even remember how I got back, or how much time I took to get back.

Only the sword and the bag were so clenched that their fingers turned white.

"Oh Antonio... what is your blood? Are you hurt? We need to make allowance fast!

I remember my mother was the first one to find me.

But it was vague how I told them from there.

I've never told a joke or a lie in my life.

I guess I said it in an unusual voice.

"I killed my father," he said.

With eyes turned into monsters, with frozen minds.

My father's blood held a frightened sword in his hand.

It's a modus operandi. Daily loud nonna cried with a big mouth when it was majestic.

Carla grabbed my chest and cried out, "Why not?"

Maria dropped a pie on the floor that she could make and nodded.

Mr. Celia jumped out in a straight line without a glance at me.

Mr. Mel squeezed and sobbed Suw and Gilbard.

I tried to explain the situation.

What did you take my father for, is it better before construction or is it really better?

But before she could put it in her mouth, she put her hand on her mouth and fainted.

In mourning and crying, I was in my room.

I don't remember how.

"They used it well. Human kid."

A girl who wasn't supposed to be here until just before was hanging on the wall.

Brunhilde - I saw him from time to time, but I never spoke properly.

"I'm not a human anymore"

When I reached out to push him away, he was no longer there, and the signs were right behind him.

"No, not a human. They just think he's turned into a monster."

Looking back, I didn't even see any more signs.

Think breathlessly.

I am aware that I am extremely good.

It was never just an impulse without thought that moved.

After discussing my father, I also think about how I should move.

"News passes to Ichii. The nobles come together in a hurry. When it's a good opportunity, the traitor begins to prepare. The Federation moves too."

Calculate the time.

Time for me to be in this room, time for sentimentality.

Adjust the hourglass and place it on the desk and remove the fishing rod from the luggage bag.

It belongs to Ichii, who has no decorations.

I'll hold it in my hand caricaturally.

I've never fished before, but I knew how to hold it as common sense.

"Perfect."

Slightly shorter for my age appropriate height and the handshake is thick and heavy for the force that is disproportionate to my age.

I didn't buy it properly.

If you look closely, it was even threaded.

"Dirty knot"

I wasn't the right person for the fine work.

It was frustrating and tied to power, and I knew this would make it hard to fish again.

A container of metal falls in the cotton-and-bag.

When I opened it, it contained a soup of chilled meat dough.

Obviously not the amount for one person.

I've never liked or disliked it.

Still, there are things that I don't like and like.

There was nothing I didn't like about the utensils in it.

Were you aware of it when you saw the trick during the conversation in the dining room?

"You can't possibly be suspicious of those letters. Still, that guy's with me."

That was an incomplete plan, too.

If you were suspicious and had one or two companions, it would have been over.

Still, he came alone.

I was hoping you and I could hunt.

Words clog.

Strike your forehead against the wall.

After that, I was thinking.

About the country where the king suddenly disappeared, about the aristocracy that would target the gap, about the Federation that would move.

He stood on top holding everything down and figured out a way to protect his mother and sister.

But to this point my father thought of me, I didn't think he was watching me.

I can't leave my father, who told me to stop killing each other and play.

What would have happened if I had thrown away my sword?

I'm sure he would have been happy. You would have laughed at me.

Did you fish while complaining about the rain by lining up the fishing rods threaded with clutter?

Did you warm the soup with only my favorite things in it and eat it for two?

Did you hang the fish on your hips and laugh to come back and you two go home?

Shake your head.

I can't take it back anymore.

Goto is over when he decides to do this.

I threw everything for something I couldn't give up.

I should have decided that there would be no regrets whatever the outcome.

"Still only one thing, if I'd stopped today and made it tomorrow"

I guess it would have been my first time playing alone with my father.

With my father I could not hate without desperately hating him.

Lucy, you lied to me.

Hold your eyes gently before rubbing your face with your sleeves.

"What dies as a person. I'm out of feelings. You're not gonna stop."

I turn to the ceiling silently.

The hourglass has been emptied.

I take the vase and put the water on my head and look in the mirror.

My eyes are cold as ice, my face is stoneless and I have no expression.

That's it.

The time we can waste is over.

All I hear is crying from the hallway.

I have a duty to replace my family and the country's great black pillars.

I can never be a pillar like my father, where everyone was surrounded and laughing.

Even my dear mother and sister would hate me.

Stand aside hatefully and defend everything.

I slowly opened the door to the sobbing hallway.

"This guy!!

Anna with a knife advances when she leaves.

I look around rolling like I would never let you get hurt.

"Heh, what hurt His Majesty..."

I was looking for you.

Adolph, the Home Secretary, was also my clerk.

"It's a fact. Immediately gather the nobles for my crowning ceremony. Get ready."

Control wacky up protests.

"My father is already dead. Put your history and emotions aside, is there anyone else who can do the king but me?

Still crying, Mr. Nonna and Bartolomei buried in his chest and crying, looking in turn at Anastasia sobbing with her fist on the carpet as she was knocked down by me.

"... you are"

I can put my voice on Adolf's words.

"Marquis Merud and Uncle Myste, put surveillance on one of those gates and kill them as soon as they move. They always do things. Put the Attorney General in the center. He's no match for me."

That's all I say and shift my gaze.

Military Director Leopold, Cold Blooded Iron Mask......?

"The Federation is bound to come after the gap that my father disappeared. Electra, you dare confuse the troops in the country after handing out an elite army to the west. Let them set you up, then beat you once with a counterattack, and they'll reconsider."

I look up at Leoporto, who responds to nothing.

"Or do you need some time to calm your mind?

I turned my back on all of them.

"I'm not like my father. I can do my own chores and chores. Don't forget."

I'm a very busy kid.

But still undeniable.

I know these good guys.

There's nothing anyone can stand for but me.

Queen Nonna, son Bartolomei, or ourselves or other leading nobles?

Whoever stands, the country ends.

With lack of ability or canonicity.

"I stood bloody close to correct my father's tyranny dictatorship for years. Write that down, Tristan."

Tell Tristan, who came running with Yotayota while he was sleeping.

"I can't believe this is the end... no, look at history, it's origami... but that guy is so easy"

Tristan writing on a notebook with trembling hands.

Write tight or future generations of scholars will have a hard time deciphering the key parts.

"Hey kid."

Is it Secrito who called without looking me in the eye?

"This is the last time I'll forgive you for calling me that."

You get it or you don't. Secrito goes on.

"What did he look like at the end? What were you saying?

The look that was stiffening like a stone disturbs me.

Luckily this woman is not turning this way.

"I was laughing. Never mind."

For some reason, a convenient lie didn't come out of my mouth.

"Right. I guess so."

Sekrito turned this way, so I can get out of my face.

"Mother, Rose"

I walk into the hall with two hands trembling with a bright blue face.

Think about it.

I fell here and woke up, wondering if I would be sorry or happy if my father was next door.

Never again, though.