Paladin of the End

As for Anna and Leistoff... don't cover them up. Talk to them, apologize, and go with them to the temple at a later date.

I'm so sorry.

As for the consideration story......... do we have to be careful with this on a daily basis?

The treatment is something I do on a daily basis, and I may or may not have taken the consideration because I was in trouble with them.

Even the clerics who were nearby were unaware of the problem.

Or maybe the clerics didn't have that point of view in the first place, either, after a while they put it on me - including Anna.

They are not in a position for one foot at a time to affect the great flow.

Even where they have given free treatment several times on a whim, the position of other clerics will not be made extremely poor.

That sermon is not just about what the consideration is...

Perhaps you wanted to teach me, "Have a different high point of view and thought from a person when you are supposed to be in a different position from a person".

... that's likely. The Temple Chief is tough, so if you don't hear 1 and know 10 enough, you're going to be judged as being totally incompetent.

It's Hua when someone like that goes out of his way to hate me and take on the role, scolding me. You have to be careful.

"Ha..."

Return from the Temple to the Inn.

I sighed as Tonio and I walked down the bright house-lined streets of the white walls.

"What's wrong with you?

"Still immature," he said.

I told Tonio that it was with the temple chief today.

"… so you don't have a lot of ideas.

I accidentally leaked both of them……………… "

…………

Tonio stroked my head silently for a while.

I was surprised and turned to Tonio.

"... were you disrespectful to the Knight?

"No, that's not true...... eh"

Why?

"Ha... Shall we stop by the square for a moment?"

Mr. Tonio does not answer the question, but walks out toward the square.

The square was right there.

A fountain made of white stone from which the water supplied from the water bridge gushes.

There are stalls and other stores around it, and people go and get busy.

There is also the performance of street performers and the performance of bards.

"Wow……………."

When viewed as busy,

"Yes, please."

And Mr. Tonio offered me a crude wooden dish.

It's a wooden dish with potatoes and bacon. It would be a stall sale somewhere.

"Let's eat. … Ah, Ale is good too"

In a corner cup that was lowered to the waist with the sword, I also buy some ale from the stall where I put the barrel down and sell the weight of ale.

Sit by the fountain,

"O Martel, Mother Earth, O good gods, by your mercy I will have this meal.

Bless the food prepared here and feed our hearts and bodies. "

Habitually I started my usual prayers.

As usual, Mr. Tonio is praying for me, too.

"Thank you, Holy Grace. … I'll take it."

Stabbing a knife carries street food to your mouth.

Mollusc potatoes.

Fatty bacon.

Moderately effective salt.

Something's already happier in my mouth.

Cheeks loose.

"Wow..."

"This is quite delicious."

Then, for a while, I silently ate my potatoes and groaned my ale.

"… I think it's okay for Will to stay where he is."

In the meantime. And that's what Mr. Tonio whines about.

I stopped and looked at Tonio.

He had the usual, somewhere unfamiliar, but friendly smile.

"You're, like, fifteen years old. … you can be in the same position as the boys there."

Looks like some craftsman's brother-in-law.

Two boys burned in the day walk down the street, shouldering each other and throwing jokes at each other.

"That is, well, defeated the Fei Long with unplanned force, and now you are the Holy Knight of the Endless Land, the Light of Hope"

"No, no..."

"No. That's why"

Mr. Tonio overlapped words.

"I'm not telling you to be a detour, but it's better not to seek too much perfection"

The eyes were serious.

"You are only fifteen years old.

Though I have grown up...... I have made many common failures and can be pissed off. The field of view may still be narrow.

You're old enough to rely on people for a lot of things. "

…………

Fifteen...... yes, fifteen. Even though I have memories of my previous life, I only have memories.

The body only lives fifteen years, the experience only fifteen years.

The weight of the years cannot be deluded.

"Mr. Will."

Then Mr. Tonio silenced, as he had chosen to say for a while.

The pleasant hustle and bustle of the square sounds.

The laughter of a child calling his mother, the performance of a bard, the laughing voice of a person on the road.

"… I fear you somewhere in my heart."

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Though Tonio's voice was not loud, it was clearly heard in my ear as to why, in the midst of the bustle.

"I am afraid of you.

I'm scared of you, breaking the neck of a flying dragon with your bare hands and even finishing up an unusual kimaira that followed a herd of warcraft.

That time you set the dragon up. I wasn't sure if I was trembling or attracting a laugh when I spoke brightly. "

Words follow.

"I'm scared. … if you abandon the gap, abandon the sweetness, and impose on yourself the cold."

Take a breath.

"Yes, when it's like that time..."

That time.

Maybe that's when I almost lost my menel.

I was determined to do everything alone, at that time.

"I, as a friend, am not sure I will face you.

…… it is good evidence that you asked Mr. Leistoff for help "

At that time, Mr. Tonio was somewhere backwards.

Come to think of it, so is that.

How burdensome an act on your mind to face without any force when an opponent with such an unusual power of war is in disarray.

…………

…………

Silence fell.

I don't know what to say at times like this.

I knew that too, I don't know.

Even Brad, Marie, and some amazing people like Gus taught me.

I knew there were still things I didn't understand.

"… I think there are others like me.

Who, while respecting you, will fear somewhere in their hearts. "

Mr. Tonio keeps talking.

"So I want you to stay where you are.

I hope you don't lose the right side of the year by sweetening someone and sometimes losing it. "

Though it was selfish, Tonio laughed.

"…… I'd like to be cooler."

"Enough is enough, everyone admires you."

"Well, that's not what I meant, it's not a role to be played………."

"Isn't that nice? It's proof that you're loved.

And in twenty years, nature and that kind of penetration will follow. "

"Like Mr. Tonio?

"Oh, not Your Highness or the Temple Chief, am I an example"

When Mr. Tonio laughed as lighted, he looked away.

"But...... yeah. You can be.

He was a petty kid everywhere, like when I was fifteen. "

I smile bitterly.

"I believe I'm special and I can do something, but I don't have that much power...

I enjoy hanging out with my buddies, rebelling against my parents... well, it's a common alle "

Adolescence, as you call it in your previous life, is probably the guy.

"Still, after twenty years, we'll settle for this much."

He showed himself in his gesture, shrugging his shoulders,

"…… So please, don't rush.

We'll make it up to you. "

Yes, I told him.

To the words, to the laughter.

A lot of emotions swirl around and I can't pick words well......

In the end, I snorted.

Mr. Tonio smiles calmly.

I heard the applause, the bard's song must have dropped a paragraph.

He continued to have some mouth, and a new song began.

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String (lute) sounds in the hall.

"Traveling to the end of the Wesen Beast

The wheelhorse and the man never go anywhere.

Northerly wind sweeps away mourning voices

Ringing in the woods is the howling of the beasts "

The one being sung is... some familiar martial arts poem.

One who suffers from the harm of the Warcraft.

Somewhere from there, a young warrior appears with the protection of God.

The young warrior was about to dye his hands in evil, to revamp the hunter of the beautiful half elf.

And when you go to the city with him, who became your friend, you name him after breaking the neck of the flying dragon that strikes the city with your bare hands, and you are given a medal as the Holy Knight.

And the warriors who admire his name gather, and finally head to the valley, the home of the Warcraft, but once upon a despicable trap, they are defeated.

The Holy Knight cuts through the scene with the power of a sealed and evil demon sword, but a seriously wounded friend. Holy knight swallowed by the darkness of the Devil's Sword.

But even pushing the wound tries to teach him, regaining himself to the call of a friendly half-elf.

Then they regain their bond and challenge them to fight the Warcraft.

"To the heroes who march in the valley, standing still is the Great Warcraft.

Sharp claw teeth on the lion's head, evil magic on the goat's head, red lotus flames on the subdragon's head.

The tail is a venomous snake, and the roaring cry shakes the wind, and the earth sways beneath his walking feet. "

Leading the Warcraft are the three Great Warcraft Kimyra.

The warriors erect a shield wall, and when they wave up their swords, they are bravely challenged by the Herd of Warcraft.

It is also said that there was a mysterious and quick adventurer using a sharp sword.

It's a fun story when only people understand it.

"William the End of the Holy Knight, Farraway Paladin,

"The Swift Wings" Meneldor,

diseased together. "

And from this corner the fever began to enter the poet's narrative.

"Oh, Lord of Lightning, who commands a vivid flow!

Lost in history, great God!

Now again, show your hero in the darkness of this neighborhood, and show that brilliance to the world again!

The battle of Kimyra was already spectacular.

Something about Sir William working with Kimyra with that rigidity, beating him up with his bare hands.

Wow, I was impressed. [M] What a hero.

"If those fifteen-year-olds were in fact there would be a bit of trouble"

"Yeah, you're in trouble"

I laughed. [M]

In fact, is it unnatural at the age of fifteen for a boulder, Sir William in the song is a musculoskeletal big man in the middle of twenty or thirty or so.

The faith in the God of Lightning is thick, merciful without separation to anyone, and the intellect is sharp and full of charisma and confidence.

"Oh, well. If you think walking down the road won't get any particular attention……………………"

"I guess the song impression is more ahead of us."

I've seen a few rituals and all, but people who see me from close quarters will be smaller than the city's population.

Even those who have seen it up close will not kettle on the poet's song either.

Later "No, a true saint……" or something I might use as a narrative within my peers.

"… I prefer Mr. Will now to the hero of that song. As a friend."

"That is…… good"

Yeah, good.

"I like Tonio, too. I respect you."

"Ha ha, it's an honor"

The two of us potatoes, swallowing ale, laughing at each other.

- It was about time, in the song, that Sir William defeated Kimyra.