Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- Actually, it was love at first sight. How surprised were you to find out?

It was when she was twelve that 'the protection of the sword saint' dwelt in Theresia Van Astrea.

It was an event that, abruptly, rocked her life tremendously without any warning.

In her usual routine, it landed beneath her.

"-? Hit me, I was chosen?

Seriously, Teresia was granted protection with that feeling.

And Teresia will keep that fact a secret in herself for a while.

- From generation to generation, the Astrea family is a famous family of swords who have continued to produce "Kensei".

As a result of the feat accomplished hundreds of years ago by the first 'Sword Saint' Reid Astrea, the sword of the Astrea family has been recognized as indispensable to Lugnica, the pro-Dragon King.

The practice has been passed down hundreds of years and is passed down in a pulsating manner in the days of Theresia.

For this reason, it was half-prescripted for all who were born in the Astrea family to walk their whole lives involved in the sword, with or without the 'protection of the sword saint'.

The same goes for Teresian fathers, as well as for his two brothers and his youngest brother. Apart from swordsmanship and the presence or absence of protection, it was Astrea's tradition to become familiar with swords from the moment they were meant to be.

Born into an Astrea family where such upbringing was the norm, then how Teresia, who was a girl, grew up - and this was the one, at all, having days unrelated to the sword.

Whether male or female, than born into the Astrea family, the sword is held.

Theresia, like her brethren, had days when she was sworn with stern guidance. There was, but this is it. At all, Theresia didn't have a sword genius to see.

Rather than that, it should be said that no shards existed either of the postures facing the sword.

As many girls do, Theresia had no interest in the sword.

It's not a matter of good handling. Swordsmanship as much as it is being defiled, invisible training and rebellious attitudes. It is also natural that if they continue, parents will not be able to find the significance of letting her keep waving her sword.

- "The Blessing of the Sword Sage" is given only by showing the value that is only given to the love of the Sword God.

For generations, only the Astrea family humans can inherit the "Blessing of the Sword Sage". That was at least what was contemplated at the time about the yet to be revealed addition of that detail.

Only by facing the sword sincerely and being recognized for his sword talent can the blessing be granted.

The eldest daughter who is a girl, not interested in the sword, and keeps pointing that way.

It was an inevitable stream that Theresia was early discerned by the possibility of 'sword saints' and became freely allowed to be selfish.

From the archeology of the sword, he was half forced to take liberty, but even she has quite a say.

Of course, this lack of interest in 'Kensei', and the failure to find the significance of punching into the sword, is also the cause of not getting into the archery, apart from the biggest factor.

- Theresia had the consciousness of being born and having protection, 'the protection of the Reaper'.

The wounds you cause others to suffer continue to bleed without ever healing.

When I realized its power to take the lives of others, which I just specialized in, it was my fear of the consequences produced by my own palms that dwelt in the young Telesia.

The archery of the sword is the last thing that fuels that fear.

Even if it is archaeology or training, the uncontrollable protection of Telesia does not choose the opportunity. I can't laugh if it's a wound that I can't heal for the rest of my life, even if it's about scratching.

Not to mention scratches made with swords, which can take your life in minor accidents.

So freed from the archery of the sword, unknowingly, Teresia was relieved.

Living without hurting people is actually very difficult if you spend it consciously.

Unintentional accidents and unconscious acts can happen to anyone at any time, even if they consciously and actively do not attempt to harm others. How can you be sure that the force of protection does not work on the dropped dish fragment that caused the fingertip to be cut?

A girl named Teresia, who was still young, unconsciously avoided engaging with people.

If you don't touch me, if you don't get close, you don't have to worry about hurting people. Nature and she avoided the eyes and spent more time with flowers.

Having gained the freedom to throw away her sword, she created her own flower bed in the mansion's garden, where she grew seasonal flowers and became a merciful girl to love.

Brothers who wave their swords in desperate shapes and repeat their painful training.

It's not like I didn't remember how alienated or sorry I was about their appearance. I just couldn't tell her about the blessing, and the only people she talked to were the flowers she had grown.

"One day, even for me like this, I wonder if I'll be able to spend time with someone..."

Only the flowers that shake petals in the wind can reveal troubles, confusion, and such thoughts.

This was also true of many human beings, and Theresia was also a mediocre girl who loved others and hoped that someone would love her.

I just didn't end up asking myself so many days asking myself if I deserved to live next door to someone who disobeyed the will of my brothers and parents and was aware of the protections that could hurt and deprive someone.

- It was in the midst of those days that the love of the Sword God poured under Theresia.

"-? Hit me, I was chosen?

Suddenly, that consciousness struck Teresia.

It hits her as far more uncomfortable than the consciousness of "The Guardian of Reapers".

Naturally. Born protection is only a natural function, like being blind and deaf to her.

The freak of granting new protection is like wings growing abruptly. I can welcome new features that weren't meant to be, other than suddenly sprouting discomfort.

- Take the sword, do not hold it.

Theresia thought so with disgust and vomiting in her new protections.

Once, I am reminded of a time when I was forced to wave my sword. At that time, I knew exactly how useless, pointless, futile and useless I was.

I can instinctively understand how to swing the best, best, best, best, sword.

Specializing in killing people, I fully understood the skills to kill people.

"-"

It was fear. That was despair. It was the end of the world.

The time had come to wear skin, which was just a girl, and to continue pretending to be just a girl, and to grieve that she was a reaper who looked like a girl.

Theresia didn't tell anyone about the protection she was given.

Both the "Guardian of the Reaper" and the "Guardian of the Sword Sage" were hidden forever and attempted to enclose themselves as monsters for slaughter by punishing them in their hearts.

He complained that he was sick and locked himself in the mansion.

Forgetting to even take care of her own flowerbed, Teresia stuck it in her shell. Don't do anything but sleep, one day when I looked up at my breathlessness, I painted a childish dream that it was all just a dream and kept stuck in my shell.

But it is nothing but the shallow wisdom of a child who turns away from what he does not like.

- It soon became clear that Teresia had succeeded to the 'protection of the sword saint'.

"Brother.... The next 'Sword Saint' is your daughter. It's this girl."

Astrea main house - the home of Teresia and the main mountain of the family line of 'Sword Saint'.

It was his uncle, the 'sword saint' of Teresia's predecessors, who took him to the mansion and uncovered Teresia as the next 'sword saint' to round on the sleeping table.

"The Blessing of the Sword Sage" is a special blessing inherited from generation to generation only from the Astrea family.

Its protection is suddenly inherited one day from the contemporary "Kensei" to the next. And when the inheritance is over, 'Sword Saint' is free from his role and loses his protection.

If contemporary 'sword saints' are no longer protected, it is only natural that a search will take place citing the Kingdom as to who the next generation of 'sword saints' are.

And the previous generation of "Kensei" has a glimpse of who the new "Kensei" is.

Theresia's days of confinement ended that way.

"Grab your sword, Theresia"

Skinny, hair and skin worn out, Teresia was taken out to the garden.

Barefoot, still in her sleeping clothes, consciousness seemed to wander through her dreams and the present, and yet her uncle dragged her out to the garden abusively, forcing her to hold the wooden sword.

With thinner fingertips, Teresia shook her neck sideways many times, reluctantly.

But no one hears her complaints that she doesn't like. My uncle had the wooden sword gripped again and again, pushing Teresian's back, which grips the pattern, as he gave up, and turned forward.

On the front of Theresia stood his eldest brother on four.

The tender, like-faced eldest brother looked bewildered. I can see at a glance that I cannot take what is happening in front of me and that I am confused.

- It's full of gaps.

Theresia was stunned at herself for thinking so.

A shock thrust through her heart in amazement, and Teresia is speechless, keeping her eyes open.

Ignoring such a telesia, his uncle throws his voice at his eldest brother in a low voice.

Let my eldest brother set up a wooden sword, and meet with Theresia head-on. Hit my sister down with that wooden sword and tell her to prove her sword talent.

There's no way I can, my oldest brother shouted.

He was a sweet brother. He worked hard to train his sword and was just a kind brother to his sister Teresia, although he had no doubts about the way the Astreas were.

I was afraid to hurt him, I couldn't touch him from myself, but I liked being held up by my big body brother. He was sweet, sweet, brother.

This coward, my uncle's voice cursing my brother sounded.

My eldest brother, who yearned for that back, looked badly scratched at the contempt of his predecessor, "Sword Saint". Teresia knows who her eldest brother, her second brother, and her brother kept waving their swords longing for.

Such a man cursed me, and my eldest brother was greatly wounded. My second brother and brother, who are being taken out by this noise and shown the same thing at the edge of the garden, looked just as scratched.

Eventually, his eldest brother dwelt in his eyes with a wounded face and a grievous readiness.

Straight, tilt all of the sword power you've been waving, and a wooden sword can be placed in your front eye.

With his swinging tip and his elder brother's sharp gaze, Teresia enlightens.

My brother is about to slap down his gripping wooden sword so as not to hurt Theresia. That's what you see in the stand, in the gaze, and in the sword in your body.

With as much skill as my brother, it's not hard to do that to an understated opponent.

It was enough to prove swordsmanship and take the sword away from Theresia.

――――

There was a hanging from my uncle, and a duel that nobody on the party wanted cut the lid.

My oldest brother shouts his temper and his sharpened sword temper pierces Theresia.

It's swordsmanship that only has the power to constrict the opponent and control his behavior. If you don't even shake up your sword, it's easy to slap down a wooden sword, etc.

This battle has been incorrect since the beginning, from a prospective standpoint.

Teresia has no reason to fight, nor does her brother have any reason to hurt Teresia. Even though the two interests are in agreement, there can be no such thing as a dispute.

Even though there isn't...

- That's it.

Far away, a bouncing wooden sword protrudes straight from the tip of his sword into the garden, and a voice is heard.

Returning to me in the voice of my divine uncle, in the hands of Teresia, the wooden sword had stretched out to the front, poking its tip in the throat of a bewildered brother.

- I recall wrapping around my brother's sword strike, which will be waved down, and taking the wooden sword.

And then I stuck my sword tip in my throat and showed the difference in power that I could kill anytime.

My oldest brother gets on his knees on the spot for too many events. Seeing it, Teresia looked back, shaking her lips, and saw her second brother and brother, who were watching the duel, her parents.

Everyone was stunned and seeing the results with an incredible face.

"The next generation of" Kensei "is Telesia. Again, definitely."

That's what I said, only my uncle's voice sounded slightly murky.

"Ah... ah..."

Theresia took off the wooden sword, stared at her own hand and scratched her own red hair with that hand . Scratched enough to bleed, screamed like a beast, and exclaimed.

Scream, go semi-frequent, regret enough to spit blood, regret it.

Theresia became 'Sword Saint'.

Teresian swordsman trampled relentlessly on the time the brothers devoted to the sword.

There is no point in being in front of an overwhelming swordsman, such as the abundance of training time.

The faults of the brothers' swords are visible in the eyes of Theresia, who became 'Sword Saint'. I'm stunned at myself for spending so much time wondering if I haven't even seen such a flaw.

At the same time, it was terribly pathetic for my brothers to keep punching into the sword, even if they showed that clear difference with Theresia.

My eldest brother, my second brother, and my brother have nothing but a sword to be passionate about.

Born in the Astrea family, he grew up in a famous house full of swords and devoted much of his life to the sword, so we have no choice but to keep moving on, even if his sister takes the top of it.

Never, ever, ever get to that area, even if you know it.

- Oh, my God, you're an idiot.

That's what I think.

I wish I could do whatever I want. I don't care about the sword anymore.

I wish I lived my favorite world because Teresia won't allow me anymore.

"Dear Teresia, we have a degree of discipline. It's time to go."

A voice is heard by Teresia, who looked down into the garden through her own window and watched her sword-wielding brothers.

Turn around, what was there was a girl my age, with all the beautiful blondes cut short.

She is Carol Lemendis - a member of the Lemendis family, a family of distinguished knights, recognized for her exceptional swordsmanship and entrusted with her Theresian entourage as being near her age.

In fact, her prowess as a swordsman is excellent.

I don't want to compare it to a high voice, but its sword power will be comparable to that of my brothers.

Though I have a serious personality, I fall for swordsmanship, and as the same girl, I get anxious.

"Yeah, let's go. You're teaching the castle people today."

"Yes, everyone in the castle expects to be able to mentor you, Mr. Telesia. No matter, I feel the same way."

"... I think Carol's strong enough already."

"Not at all. I'm not even under Theresia's feet."

As if to despise herself, Carol credits her strength that way.

As a telesia, it's a disingenuous assessment. Anyway, Teresia has never held a sword in front of Carol. No, I'm not talking about that.

The last time Teresia held the sword was that day when she and her eldest brother played each other with a wooden sword.

Then for more than two years, Teresia hasn't even touched the sword.

Still, your role as a 'sword saint' comes around.

Only the fact that I am a 'sword saint' cannot be hidden. There was no way to annoy the entire Astrea family, but it was the end of a time when we were obeying promises and their role alone.

"If you see what you need to see, you'll see. Even if you have never seen it, if Theresia holds the sword, it will show no one and no power."

I laugh bitterly at Carol's words that convince me.

Standing with her like that, Teresia takes a trip to the teaching of soldiers, etc., who are helpful. When it comes to teaching, I haven't done anything great about it.

Just lay down your weapons and go around pointing out their bad parts doing the usual troopers.

The horrible thing about "The Blessing of the Sword Sage" is that it will roughly compensate for all of your instincts in combat. That's nothing limited to sword moves. Spears or axes, if it was about engaging in warfare moves, Teresia found out all about its good and bad.

If you point him out one at a time, the movement of the soldiers will change to the point where they can see it differently.

Still, from Telesia's point of view, it must be a behavior full of flaws, but even such a slight change is a huge difference for something without talent.

To be appreciated and respected, Teresia was feeling uncomfortable.

Now, I want to get out of here.

I want to stay away from places like this, from places where unwanted power is desired.

Just as Teresia despairs of her predicament when she is awarded "the protection of the sword saint".

I get stuck in my room, stuck in my shell, and try to hope that the wave of fate will subside.

- Other forces of this application, the evasion of responsibility, the punishment may have hit.

In Lugnica, the pro-Dragon kingdom, clashes occur with a coalition of massive sub-people.

It quickly becomes deeply linked to the habit of subhuman contempt, which continued to remain colorful within the kingdom, and burns intertwined with the long-standing dissatisfaction of the subordinates who were in the country.

The worst civil war in the kingdom, the Subhuman War, broke out.

This civil war, which began in the eastern part of the kingdom, grew in its seriousness every day.

Initially, when it was a small subpeople, it was thought that it would be lightly suppressed, but the kingdom was an affront to the depth of the relationship between the subpeople connected under the water.

On top of that, apparently, there was a presence among the subpeoples who acted as a bridge between their respective races that had no connection, and the firehands of the civil war spread instantly all over the place.

The vortex of burning warfare spread to the kingdom without stopping, and the kingdom finally admitted it was an unprecedented event when it spent a year putting that fire out and achieving nothing.

"Tell Teresia Van Astrea, the contemporary 'sword saint'. Just like the knights and soldiers struggling to crack down on the civil war, I expect the Lord to do the same."

The higher nobles who put in unprecedented force and took on the whole kingdom's problems could not have kept the strongest being, the 'Sword Saint', warm either.

As a matter of course, Telesia was also rewarded with demands to enter the civil war.

- Teresia gained unprecedented despair that the time had come to come.

Like before, it's not like the days when you were selfish and didn't hold your sword.

What is required is not to wield knowledge as a 'sword saint', but sword power as a 'sword saint'.

I couldn't possibly not hold the sword.

For the first time at this time, Teresia was also to be held the Dragon Sword Reid, which is only allowed to be held in the "Sword Saint" for generations.

"But that sword cannot be pulled out except when it should be. You'll need to have an otherwise sword. See what's right for you."

It was my uncle, the predecessor's 'Kensei', who advised me as I understood it.

My uncle, who once carried a dragon sword on his back, knows that the sword is a whim. Following my uncle's advice, Teresia waved a long sword - she would also love to use Carol, her companion. I spotted it at a glance that it would be compatible with me, and I chose it.

- Carol, as well as her uncles and brothers, accompanied Teresian's first formation.

I wouldn't even say it's a first line for Teresia, a sunny stage, etc.

Nevertheless, it must be an event that you can't keep your eyes open. This is a great opportunity to make known the swords of the contemporary Astrea family throughout the kingdom.

Irrelevant to the way Teresia's own mind is, the surroundings thrive on their own.

Everyone puts their hopes on their own that if there is a 'sword saint', they can't lose.

Teresia was frightened by its insensitive trust, which was showered from her surroundings.

As usual, he didn't reveal it to anyone and left it in the depths of his heart, Theresia was just, even, trembling ahead of the first line.

And to her like that...

"Are you scared, Teresia?

Yes, it was no other, my oldest brother, who spoke kindly to me.

Theresia, who waited in the tent for his first formation, became astonished by the narrative of his gentle brother.

Consciously, Teresia has avoided contact with her brother.

No, my eldest brother was not the only one who avoided contact. My second brother, my brother, and that's what my parents and uncle have avoided coming into contact with.

This is pretty much the first time in two years I've exchanged words with my brother who was gentle and loved me.

I didn't know what to say, and Teresia just had to keep leaning down.

But sitting next to Teresia with such a pitiful face, my brother gently held her and stroked her head.

Teresia is stunned by her unchanged brother's palm.

"I know you have a burden on me and my brothers. It's not like I lost to you like that and didn't think anything of it. But..."

So I cut the words, and my brother made me smile thinly.

It belonged to my brother's smile, which Teresia looked up to again and again.

"You're my precious sister. If you don't like that and you think you're scared... I have to protect you. I'm your brother."

"To, brother..."

Tears overflowed. You can't spill weak sounds.

More than anyone else, nothing else, just let your brother hear what you've lost. That's what I've assumed, but that brother denied it to me.

"I lost to you, I regretted it, and I thought I'd stop. But still, I liked the sword. I was born in this house, I have my brothers, I have my sister, you, and I appreciate it. Thank God for the sword."

――――

"So I'm glad I'm waving my sword."

Oh, my God, I was thinking of something stupid, and Teresia realized her stupidity.

Even after I lost to myself, I watched my brothers coming to the sword workout, and I thought so, and I looked down on them because I knew nothing else, so I had no choice but to wave my sword.

I guessed my brother at will on my own measure, wishing I could do what I wanted.

I made a fool of my brother, who should have looked up, respected and loved him, just because he was a swordsman.

Who's an idiot? I'm much dumber myself. And the sword god is the dumbest.

How can you not pour that favor on someone who loves you so much?

Why, keep pointing that way at the sword, bless a person like yourself.

It was to my brother and others like him whose blessings should have been poured down.

"You don't have to fight. - 'Cause you're such a sweet kid that bugs can't even kill you."

Fearing the power of "Protecting the Reaper," I have spent no time hurting anyone to anything.

My brother understands things a little differently, but my brother knows how to find my sister like that.

I'm so happy about that, because in the last few years, my heart has trembled most.

It's sweetened. I cried to my brother and left it all to him.

- In that first formation of Telesia, my brother died defending the main formation.

Theresia swung, never waved. I couldn't shake it.

And then again for a few years, Teresia never touched a sword or anything.

- Five years after the start of the Sub-Asian War, Teresia was nineteen.

"The Protection of the Sword Sage" remains unchanged and breathes quietly in Theresia.

But the pivotal Telesia continued to miss the opportunity to wield its power and just spent her days caricaturally, without being involved in a civil war that would follow a path of deterioration.

The first battle that Teresia could not fight.

The front expecting the struggle of 'Sword Saint' was a total collapse, during which his eldest brother died in battle. Theresia was shocked by her brother's death and has since ceased to be able to touch his sword.

The fact of such a disgraceful first formation of contemporary 'sword saints' was totally publicly laid low. The existence of 'Sword Saint' is also a spiritual pillar for the Kingdom. It couldn't be known that it cried in the first line, let my brother die and stuck him in the shell, etc.

Theresia's disgrace was therefore erased from the record without being publicly known.

His second brother and brother also jumped into the battlefield and died in an attempt to fight shamelessly in the name of the Astrea family on behalf of Theresia, who thus did not act as' Sword Saint 'and who was to be confined.

My oldest brother is kind and listens to me with a troubled face in any wish.

A little mean, but so is my second brother, who always apologizes first when we make up.

He was scared and a crybaby, and so was his cute little brother who always walked behind him.

I can't fight. I fought instead of Teresia, and we all lost our lives.

"- You just made me impossible. Sorry, Teresia."

As the predecessor 'Sword Saint', his uncle, who inspired all the armies in his presence, also died in battle.

He repeated the swing after the swing, pushed his wounds, and ended up serving as the palace of his withdrawing friends, causing a spectacular death in battle.

It's not like I don't feel like resenting my uncle.

If my uncle hadn't mentioned it, no one might have known that Teresia inherited the 'protection of the sword saint'. If that were not the case, the brothers would no longer be ready to die in this civil war, and they might not have lost their lives.

With that in mind, I have feelings of resentment. Some feelings, though, are not.

My uncle was my uncle, and I'm sure he understood the weight of the title of "Kensei" better than anyone else. My uncle would naturally have asked for just the same thing as Teresia because he is the predecessor 'Sword Saint'.

For the kingdom, and for Theresia, he should have acted in a good way to be that man so that the name of 'Sword Saint' could function well.

That didn't work, so I have a goodbye word the last time I saw you.

With that one word, Teresia, she can no longer resent her uncle.

Speaking of who to resent, then I guess I'm the only one left.

You inherited the title of 'Sword Saint', and you just cry yourself weak.

"Master Teresia is bound to stand one day. Not yet, just not then."

Carol, his entourage, never tried to abandon Teresia, who would be beaten by the death of her brothers, uncles, and repeated blood ties.

Carol tries to believe in Teresia, who exposes herself to indiscriminateness in the defeat of the first line and then misses the opportunity because of her childish selfishness and is still stuck alone in the shell.

These days, there were even verses from the royal castle that would be given to Theresia, instead taking on and endangering themselves.

However, even knowing Carol was crossing such a dangerous bridge, Teresia couldn't do it in response to that sentiment.

Blessed self that this is still the gift of killing people.

I never thought of myself like that when there would be a day when I would worry about not being able to kill people. There's no reason to fight anywhere. I can't fight.

――――

When Carol's surveillance comes off, Teresia leaves the Fluffy Mansion and begins walking through the King's Capital.

Five years without civil war subsiding, the same vibrancy as before has faded from the Wang capital, with a somewhat gloomy atmosphere. Without a bright topic, there are no sunny signs of people's expressions either. nature and avoiding places with many people, Theresia seeks one.

Recently, what Teresia likes to take to her feet is an unorganized compartment on the edge of the Wang capital.

At the same time as the beginning of the civil war, it was a compartment where development was thrown out on the way. Barely a path, or ruins, through the gap of a similar building, to the place behind it.

The faintly open, even squarely spaced, Teresia was a favorite.

It's not particularly mind bouncing. It's just blurry and calming to feel that the empty space that exists in its desolation is consistent with where your mind is.

In the morning, ironically sober air, Teresia heads to the back of the square.

Sitting down on the stone staircase, which leads nowhere, and peering into the other side of it, there was a flower garden with yellow flowers blooming on one side.

sunshine to plug in and unnecessarily suitable soil for flower growth.

To give a secret place where no one would come, Theresia sowed flowers there. In the mansion, I didn't have the energy to take care of a flower garden that was completely dead.

However, I have the feeling that I will see the results of the seeds of the distracted flowers.

"I didn't even give you water... growing up so much"

The flowers are strong.

Even while Theresia continues to look at her weakness, the flowers aim only at the sky, spreading its petals and blooming beautifully.

I used to admire its beauty, and now I admire its strength.

There was something coming in, and I almost cried.

Unexpectedly, I put my hands on my hot eyes, desperate to indulge in tears.

- That's when the stabbing signs came up.

"Oh, I'm sorry"

In the sanctuary of the Teresian morning, it is the figure of swordswallowing signs who has interrupted it in silence.

Teresia made such words to be especially strong when she almost saw tears in jeopardy. And look at the person who stood in the square.

Look, it stunned me.

Shorter brown hair, neat but sticky eyes. A supple, forged, skinny body and a tingling sensation that makes the skin overflowing from its entire body.

It is true that there was something surprising about that attitude, which is never friendly.

But at this point, it's not the end of the story that surprised Theresia.

- In Theresia the young man looked like a single sword.

A wave of steel with heat and forged up is staring at itself.

To such an illusion, Telesia's heartbeat was faintly disturbed. Put your hand on your chest and Teresia wonders what the hell happened.

I just don't want the youth to understand that heartbeat disturbance, I thought so.

So to hide it, Theresia makes words.

"You have people coming here early this morning. In this place..."

――――

That was a lot of greeting.

To a friendly talking telesia, the young man narrowed his eyes and struck a sharp and pointy sword. Darker, more elaborate swordsmanship than I think of as a threat.

Probably a sign of a willingness to neglect Theresia and retreat.

As soon as possible, it stopped being funny.

If that's what you want, Teresian people won't hesitate. That sword chi of confidence, I'll let you recess that you didn't make it through.

"... what's wrong? Look scared."

In the words of Theresia, the young man looked like he had tasted a shoulder watermark.

After all, he seems to have decided that Teresia is very amateur both with regard to Kenzi and in the first place with regard to the battle. In fact, that's not wrong.

Theresia has no experience in action or track record of continuing to wave her sword.

You're supposed to be stronger than anyone if you fight, because you're an amateur little girl.

"What's a woman doing here in the morning?"

The youth responded in rough, rude terms.

The first time I heard a young man's voice was in a grumpy, but easy-to-hear voice.

- Again faintly, I felt a disturbed heartbeat.

Even then, the encounter between Teresia and the youth was repeated every now and again.

Apparently, the youth are taking to that square on a set holiday.

He seems to be disturbing Telesia's presence, but still didn't try to force him out. Maybe that's what he thought when he thought it was more troublesome to get close.

To see that yellow flower garden, Teresia takes to the square.

Sometimes young people are coming first, sometimes Telesia arrives first. Next to Theresia sitting on the steps and looking at the flower garden, the young man waved a splendid sword of praise, and hard work into the training of the sword became a promise when the two spent time in the place.

――――

Hilarious on the sidelines, watching the youth sword dance.

Unexpectedly, the exhalation of emotion was about to leak. It's very rare to see someone else's sword moves and Teresia feels this way - no, it could be the first time.

At first, I was disgusted by the appearance of a young man holding the sword.

That's more of a telesian mindset issue than a bad youth. Run away from your role as a 'sword saint' and face to face with someone holding the sword even on the run.

I'm also driven from a cozy escape place that I should have gotten because of. Such pitiful anxiety scratched away from the day I first saw the youth's sword dance.

The sword a young man wields is neither flattering nor sophisticated.

There are a number of easily understandable shortcomings from the Telesia with the "Protection of the Sword Sage". It is also a bad Telesian habit to dislike the faults of other people's swords, their too much, but there was an extra passion for the youth's swords to make up for them, even though they felt faults.

The Teresian brothers, too, should have devoted everything to the sword.

Even on the sword of such brothers and brothers, Teresia could not help but have unpleasant emotions.

Yet why do we not feel the same in the sword of a young man?

The answer is as simple as it sounds.

"Sounds stupid......"

- Youth swords have no impurities whatsoever.

Pours everything into the sword and dedicates it.

In words, it's a simple story, and although Teresia had previously thought the brothers had done the same, it's outrageous.

Really, there is only a sword, such a young man's passion here.

He only has a sword. Only the sword, I love you. All I can love is a sword, a swing of steel.

"... silly, like"

Watching the youth sword dance on the side, Teresia felt her cheeks get hot.

Theresia is a 'sword saint'. A being stood on the top of a sword, bathed in the love of the sword god.

He has his presence ahead of him in his quest for indifference.

That must be an illusion, but I felt he was asking for it.

Theresia in "Sword Saint" knows everything when you look at the sword.

I can see the essence of any treasure sword, demon sword, namakura, or even dragon sword. I can handle it freely. In the hands of Theresia, there is no steel that will not be naked.

Just him.

He was the only one who didn't become a telesian free, a wave of steel.

Even though it's a sword, I can't even see the end of it for myself in "Kensei".

So I'm sure I'm so, so worried about him.

Wilhelm Trias.

Youth - I swapped names with Wilhelm three months after we met.

I'd been face-to-face many times by then, and never once did they ask for a name.

The truth is, many times, Teresia waited for an opportunity, but Wilhelm didn't really realize the wish. The name was finally exchanged because Teresia, who boiled the business, named it after a natural stream and urged Wilhelm to name it back as well.

"Until now, I used to call her Flower Woman with my head."

What a rude guy, this guy.

Compassion is free of shards, I don't try to be all about myself, if I talk a little and am satisfied, I go home on my own, and Telesia's heart is just swinging.

"Do you like flowers?

"No, you hate it"

Save it, even when I showed you the Teresian flower garden.

You must not be able to please them or make any statements to keep them in a good mood.

While I feel angry about it, I can't help myself around thinking, 'But that's why I'm going to be such a sword-like person...'

Telesia hadn't realised by this time that there was such a thing as herself being saved, even if it wasn't a big deal, such as' Sword Saint ', in the presence of an unthinkable sword.

"- Why, do you wave the sword?

Since the name was exchanged, there has been an increase in the variety of words exchanged with Pompous.

Talk about flowers and break up with me by talking about Square Mountains. The displeasure plugged into that usual exchange must have been caused by the grump of the day.

Teresia had also heard that the war situation of the Subhuman War was once again inclined and struggling.

I hear that the core of the subhuman who lurks in various parts of the kingdom and carries out destructive work is particularly handy, some of which have even been confirmed by the existence of "witches" who manipulate superordinary powers, etc.

Well, I got anxious.

The fact that Wilhelm is a soldier in the kingdom is heard by his mouth, by the way. It doesn't have to be. He's an exceptional swordsman. Besides, he has terrible, bloodthirsty eyes.

The kingdom that rocks in the civil war, its soldiers are exactly suited - albeit by no means invincible with him, etc. One day, he might stop visiting this morning's square.

The anxiety made Telesia ask such a question.

Finishing the sword dance, the sweaty Wilhelm looks straight into Telesia's eyes. Then he thought a lot, and he shrugged his shoulder whenever he said anything stupid,

"Because this is all I have."

Yes, I replied with a wave of steel.

That is exactly what should have been the reply you wanted for Teresia.

Telesia was aware of the feeling of being scratched in the chest by anxiety and loneliness.

"Did you like the flowers?

"No, I hate it"

"Why are you waving your sword?

"Because that's all I have."

Only at some point did that exchange become an indispensable and repeated promise.

Theresia doesn't know for herself what kind of answer she wants to repeat that question. I don't know if I can be relieved that my reply won't change, or if I should expect a change from him who will continue to be in steel the same way.

It's Telesia who leaves it irresponsible, not knowing what she doesn't know.

As I keep the title of "Sword Saint," sending my brothers out to their dead places and pressing Carol for service, so that they continue to have this time of recklessness.

So change always comes, leaving Teresia behind.

Arriving first in the square was largely telesian.

Both Wilhelm's visits, which were previously unscheduled, are now fully grasped and ready for words and conversation content when we meet.

It was time for Teresia to realize that she was sweet about his presence.

By exchanging words with Wilhelm, by staring at him, who devotes everything to the sword, Teresia can temporarily forget the weight of her 'sword saint'.

He attracts me to him because he is a 'sword saint' and saves me as if he is telling me crap such as being a 'sword saint'.

Whether you want to be a 'sword saint' or not, even that is dishonest.

Guilt that continues to soak in unanswered warm water.

Even then, his presence made me forget.

"- Wilhelm"

As always, Telesia looked back at the approaching of signs as palpable as they could be.

At the entrance to the square, a young man of the sword stands.

Unexpectedly a laugh arose and Theresia smiled at him.

――――

It was then that emotional decisiveness came suddenly.

Wilhelm covering his face with his eyes open, lips moaned and trembling palms. Teresia was also surprised and shocked by his dramatic reaction like that.

What was wrong with her, Teresia rushes over to him covering her face. I just don't know what to say.

Theresia has so far refused to engage as much as she can to hurt others.

So even when you've broken someone's heart, you don't know what to do with it or anything.

Despair. To myself for not knowing anything and not trying to know.

To Wilhelm, who is beaten in front of him, to himself who can't say anything.

"Wilhelm......"

Without knowing what to say, Theresia's fingers stretched to Wilhelm. How long has it been since you touched someone else?

I was afraid to hurt you, and nobody could touch me.

Yet at this time, I'm much more afraid of being kept away from him without touching him.

Theresia touched Wilhelm's, with her fingers, into that hand that covered her face. And I trembled so subtly, I tasted the incredibly hot feeling, I realized.

The sword, the steel, undergoes tremendous heat and is struck in it to turn into stronger steel.

Wilhelm was a wielding sword, but it was not a finished sword.

And now Wilhelm is on the way to change with heat and being struck as steel.

The role of striking steel for this purpose is now required of Telesia.

- If the sword is against you, you know it's 'Kensei'.

If you're talking about this man, if you're talking about this sword, you want to understand.

"Did you like the flowers?

Nature and the usual inquiries arose.

Or if I had something to see the two of you from the margins, I might have thought what a dumb consolation. But only between us, that's good.

"... I don't hate it"

And I got a different response to my usual queries.

To that, this is what Teresia used to think.

One day, when Wilhelm's answer has changed, I wonder if Teresia will still taste disappointment and dismay and the fear that will be left behind.

That didn't happen. It's just that he was loving to change.

Steel that changes and tries to be strong, just a wave of sword, is loving.

"Why are you waving your sword?

So I'm sure there's another answer to this question.

And the answer, for once, is an answer that will bring salvation to Theresia -,

"This is all I have... because I couldn't figure out a way to protect it"

Wilhelm replied that there was only a sword.

Yes, there is only a sword, this man.

He's like that, that's okay. This guy.

- Then again, the exchange of the arrangements was not necessary between the two of us.

But that doesn't mean they lost the opportunity to exchange words in the square.

Rather, the opportunities were greater than before, if only in the sense of exchanging words.

Wilhelm, who was visiting the square to wave the sword, has come to give me priority in conversing with Theresia over waving the sword.

Listen to Wilhelm's words, which are scarce on the subject, as he sits on a step overlooking the flower garden. Bad talk with no clasps, but I'm just comfortable listening to my voice.

"The story of the Symphony came out and I became a knight"

How to cut out the topic of the day and his strangely feverish gaze.

I wasn't good with people, I was a telesia who had kept distance from others, but I'm not so stupid that I don't know what that word means, of a young man who shook his courage.

It's unusual for a civilian to be recognized as a knight for his work on the battlefield.

It painfully turns out how much credit Sword Ghost Wilhelm Trias has made in this subhuman war for his impeccable "Sword Saint".

On top of that, with the knight's honor, what could he have gained such a place for?

"Yes, congratulations. One step closer to dreaming."

Because I knew its sincerity, Theresia deliberately responded with a careless attitude.

If you distract yourself, you will not be spared from blushing in an instant. Spending all her nerves on restraint, Teresia laughs at Wilhelm on her shoulder watermarked face.

"A dream?"

"You took the sword to protect it, didn't you? A knight is someone who protects someone."

In Theresia's reply, Wilhelm nodded quickly with a pungent face.

You're usually twisted, but sometimes, you're honest like a child.

- I wish I had my own presence among the things he wants to protect.

You're half sure, that's how I insured myself, and I hated it.

I'm sure you think your thoughts are right, but you're really, really stupid for not acting, you don't like it, you can't save it, so again, Teresia made a mistake.

I think I've never been able to do the right thing, to the point where it seems so.

Wilhelm, who had his hometown burned, threw himself to the battlefield alone.

When Carol, out of breath, had reported the unexpected arbitrary devotion of the sword ghost, Teresia's whole body of blood had lost heat and was about to collapse off her knees on the spot.

I can see Carol panicking, to Telesia, who pales her face. I know, but I'm not getting any energy. That's all I knew was a desperate situation.

――――

I can hear someone somewhat out of place in Telesia's ear staring at the floor.

Not Carol. Even someone in the house. But that's intimate, like someone's voice who's always been close to Theresia, and Theresia realizes it.

That's the laughter of the sword god, mocking himself for having left his petition unscathed.

- I have to go.

Listening to the laughter of the Sword God, Teresia slowly rose.

Even now, the mockery keeps ringing in Telesia's little skull. But don't let it all go, etc. while the Sword God mocks you.

I left it all with my brother, and I let him die.

I pressed blame on my second brother, on my brother, and on my uncle, and I let him die.

But he's the only one - Wilhelm's the only one who won't give it to me.

Because that sword, that steel, that man alone, belongs to me.

"Carol, give me a hand."

"Dear Teresia...? But how are you feeling..."

"- Give me a degree."

Carol, who guides Teresia through herself, corrected her spine after hearing instructions a second time. Then as soon as she moved, she was ready for Telesia immediately.

I've never worn a battle outfit since my first line and a long sword that doesn't know blood.

"Now it's time for me to be sure"

That's how he swore to the long sword he grabbed, and Teresia made Carol jump in the dragon car in a hurry.

There were more dragon cars on their way to Wilhelm's rescue than Telesia could have imagined. There were people in the same unit as him, and things that spoke of benevolence that he had saved, a lot of them.

That freshly pricked young man is nowhere to be found, which was the sword of the stripper.

Now the youth, with its brilliance and cleavage, became a treasure sword that attracted many.

- The front of Wilhelm's hometown was no longer completely collapsed.

A battlefield filled with screams and anger, blood odors and scorching odors.

In an all too tragic situation, Telesia's chest gets worse. Many times, I dreamed of myself standing on the battlefield. But reality easily smears the misery of imagination, etc.

It is worthless to be prepared and so forth in a battlefield that hurts each other, takes lives, and spreads blood and death.

"Anyway, look for Wilhelm!

The one who raised his voice was Bordeaux Zergev, who led an army of knockouts. To his angry instructions, a group of people dressed in rocky armor move in unison.

"Dear Teresia! We..."

I heard Carol asking for instructions, but Teresia hasn't heard it.

Bordeaux's men clash with enemy soldiers ravaging his homeland. I felt him faintly in that awesome bump.

"Dear Teresia!?

The moment I realized it, my leg moved.

Teresian feet run through the warrior's turbulent battlefield without a trace of dust hesitation. I didn't even have to see where to go through.

We trample the dirt, cross the mountain of corpses, and head to the scene where the anger and the disconnect overlap.

And at one point, when he reached a place of intense blood odor, Teresia saw.

Exactly now, there is a green sub-man who wields a great sword to Wilhelm who falls.

Wilhelm looking up at that great sword with his bloody face. His lips moved. A plundered, weak voice, whining about something.

"I don't want to die..."

――――

It's all right.

It's okay, so.

――――

I can't hear anything anymore.

Theresia heard the last time, only rumbling Wilhelm's whisper.

I shook off the long sword I had in my hand. Light.

There was no sound, and on the contrary, there was no shock, and the neck of the subman was easily snapped.

Kick down the giant that falls with the great sword in his hand so that it doesn't hit Wilhelm. At the same time, to the skinny of Teresia, bullets of hostility and killing pushed from all directions.

I see all its tracks. I can read it. I feel it on my skin.

Begging himself, Theresia sees the strange line in sight with a sword.

When did it appear, there are a number of incredible white lines floating in the air. What's even stranger is that instincts knew that you just had to see that line with a sword.

Slip the sword over the white line.

The sword wind blows, and the bodies of the sub-men that were on the line are doubled apart one after the other.

Cut off his limbs, snap his neck, pierce his abdomen, and cut his life.

"The Blessing of the Sword Sage" explodes when "The Blessing of the Reaper" finally has the opportunity.

If you lose your wrist, the wound won't block.

If they pierce your abdomen, you won't stop bleeding.

Even shallow carved wounds keep the pain from eroding forever.

――――

Him and I could see Wilhelm being held up at the edge of my eyes.

The young man with the shield and standing beside him is Carol. They try to leave this battlefield when they take charge of the stunned Wilhelm.

Yeah, that's fine.

Get Wilhelm out of here quickly.

"Dear Teresia......"

Carol looks at Teresia waving her sword and grabs a pendant lowered from her neck. Theresia almost laughed small at the prayerful trick.

Right, you were right about Carol.

I knew I was stronger than anyone and better at killing than anyone else.

- I wish I had realized this sooner.

――――

In return, a young man desperately takes Wilhelm out to stay here.

Wilhelm, who scratches the soil and resists, is also full of creativity and that does not come true.

His signs turn away. I'm relieved by that.

I wave my sword in relief and take one, two or three lives. Easy, easy.

Slash, slash, chop, chop, push it away with an anger and a disconnect.

Shut up forever, push away the voice of the sword god.

Just let me hear that voice of his, desperately trying to cling to life.

Please engrave the reason why I fight like this.

Please, let me believe that my sword will save Wilhelm...

The battle is over.

The purpose for which Teresia jumped into the battlefield was fulfilled, and Wilhelm survived.

However, the purpose of Wilhelm, who fought to protect his homeland, was not achieved.

His hometown was burned, he even lost his home, and he was left alone.

With anger, Wilhelm's sword-wielding battle has more than three hundred consequences.

In one battlefield, a single swordsman cites an unwanted and unusual number as a rank.

- So, the Telesian swordsman with more than a thousand necks lined up was off track.

The existence of 'Kensei', here I am...

Hidden about the disgraceful First Formation, it was to be remembered in history that the First Formation of 'Sword Saint' Teresia was so at this time.

The battle itself must have been a defeat, but it still proved overwhelming sword power.

The name of Teresia Van Astrea was a strong inspiration for the morale of the warriors who knew the kingdom widely and kept fighting on the battlefield.

That, naturally, should have gone into the ears of that swordhaunted young man as well.

"Humiliation."

There was no promise of a reunion.

Still, they were confident that they would see each other, if they went to the square.

And the fact is, it came true.

Wilhelm, who came to the square, waved down his sword as he went to Teresia.

Insert your hand into that orbit and take it with two fingertips.

The optimal angle, the optimal force application and subtraction, all of which Teresia found out.

Wilhelm, stopped by a sword strike, roughly distorted his lips and said it was a passionately painted word, unlike its reunion.

"- Yes."

You were laughing at me.

――――

"Answer me, Theresia...... no, Kensei!!

I don't mean that.

However, when it comes to such an illustration, it doesn't mean anything either.

It is true that Theresia was looking down on some sort of Wilhelm sword dance. It is true that he had discerned his faults, did not convey them, and had been punished.

There is no point in telling me what such sincerity is.

――――

Pay for Wilhelm's legs that jump on him and let him turn him upside down abusively. With a leaping face he approached, but Teresia dodged and fought back all the way through.

Eventually the battle becomes one-sided, with a treasure sword in Teresian hands that he has used up. Literally, a treasure sword with a glimpse of his blood stirring effort in the pattern - he shook it off and slipped a white line through Wilhelm's torso.

The belly of the sword sweeps away his torso, and Wilhelm falls down, stuffing his breath.

"I'm not coming here anymore."

I can't stand being seen by him with hatred, pity and even negative thoughts.

Teresia shakes her head, choosing the option she has chosen many times, to escape.

"Oh, look at me... I don't have a sword"

At all costs, Wilhelm with his face on the soil squeezes desperately out.

He is the one who has worshipped and believed in the beauty and temperament of the sword more than anyone else. It is my power to kick and trample on everything about him like that.

"I am Kensei. I didn't know why, but I did."

I was born to have, too, "Protecting the Reaper".

Even though I didn't ask for it, I was given the protection of the Sword Sage.

Because I'm finally going to get a fold on what it's under me for.

"Reason…"

"I wave my sword to protect someone. I think that's good."

To protect someone, wave the sword.

For such a simple matter, I should have realized it sooner.

Even if I was aware of that, I might not have been able to pick someone I wanted to protect.

Now, I can choose.

- Let's protect Wilhelm.

With this power, with the power of abominable killing, protect Wilhelm as long as you can.

Protect him, protect your family, protect Carol, protect a lot more, and that's how you protect your kingdom. What a big thing, make it a fine 'sword saint'.

Because I'm the strongest. "Kensei" is the strongest.

Because we can't just trample on his thoughts, betray what he believes, and still be 'sword saints'.

"Wait, stay, Theresia..."

There are no more words to exchange.

A voice reached Teresia's back as she stepped out, thinking this would be the last time.

――――

I'm about to stop my leg. I desperately embraced that emotion.

Wilhelm's voice nevertheless reaches Telesia's desperate ear.

"I'll take your sword from you. The blessings and roles given, you know... to wave the sword... don't lick the beauty of the blade, Kensei"

――――

When I took it from you, that's what they said.

The laughter of the Sword God echoes once again in his skull.

Such reckless blue-grown genius, as ridicule.

Like ridiculing your beloved child, who was shaken by such a grumpy hope.

- The end of the civil war required then two years of months.

Since his separation from Wilhelm, Teresia has thrown herself on every battlefield.

And even repeat the work of the Lion Rapid, contributing to reducing the power of the Subhuman Union in one piece.

The Coalition also lost the adult figure that had become the stall bone and its foundations were shaken.

Let us say that they had no choice but to respond to the offer of peace extended from the kingdom.

That's how the kingdom's greatest civil war, the "Subhuman War," changed from the misery during that civil war and ended as casually as it started.

"Finished... Huh?

I was prepared to challenge the next battle, the next battle, the endless, invisible battle.

So to the end report brought abruptly, Teresia lost sight of her underfoot.

"Yes, it's over. The civil war is over. - Dear Teresian, it's a feat."

I hugged Flirty Teresia and Carol said innocently that way.

Carol, who has often had such a soft look these days, gives a gentle stroke on its back, firmly supporting the bewildered Telesia.

"What a feat..."

I can't pin it when they say it like that.

Theresia just kept slashing, even. Believe me it will lead to protecting someone.

Believe me, I can get out of the army on my own and save a young man who's gone somewhere.

Such unconscious Teresian deeds would be lauded, however, as Carol said, for being the greatest contribution to the kingdom.

With a ceremony open for herself and a sword for etiquette and etiquette in her hands, Teresia couldn't feel as if she were walking in her dreams, from start to finish.

No, if it's a dream, Theresia keeps walking in her dreams.

Since the first time he was granted the "Blessing of the Sword Sage" and felt close to the presence of the Sword God, the heart of Theresia has always been in the dreams that its great presence shows.

So this is also a dream. Never clears up, a dream that the love of the Sword God shows.

So assuming there are times when you will be free from this dream...

――――

The twirl mutilated the enthusiasm of the people who were boiling at the ceremony.

Flirting, its presence stepped into the ceremonial venue, without anyone's voice to stop it.

In his hand is a sword full of rust, decayed and worn out.

The brown thin dirty jacket was woven and the colour of the visible skin was also applied to the unhygienic dirt. But there is something that everyone instinctively feels faster than whispering a frown at its appearance.

- An overwhelming temper, released from its existence.

- No, Kenzi.

――――

Telesia also turned to its presence, which stood silently, with a liturgical sword.

The king, who stood on the same platform, stops the guards who seek to surround the unsuccessful. I appreciated that. Now, you'll never get in the way.

No one has to interrupt our encounter with the Sword Ghost.

- There was no signal.

But as we showed each other, the two blades ran at the same time, making a tall noise.

Namakura-like steel hits the front with the Holy Sword, undisputed though for liturgical purposes. The brilliance rumbled and the slaughter broke the wind, crossing on the stage as the two shadows danced.

――――

Waving his sword, Teresia was amazed. My heart bounces and my heartbeat goes off.

In the eyes of Theresia, as always, I see a white line floating in the battle. You just have to go through that line, and if you can kill that white line, you can see the guidance of such a sword god.

The Sword Ghost's sword breaks through the path of victory created by its sword god and shown by the top of the sword with just drilling and crazy enthusiasm.

A floating white line is cut into rusty swords as if it were visible.

Countless floating white lines, intercepting all of them, the sword ghost tries to roar and step into the top of the sword, which is never supposed to arrive.

My chest hits. Over and over again, every time we meet.

Whenever a sword is overlaid, whenever a thousand white lines are cut, whenever a gaze is intertwined.

I'm right in front of you, falling in love with the ghost of the sword.

Over and over, over and over again, "Kensei" falls in love with this "Kensei Ghost".

Love, love. I can't wait to love you.

- I can't wait for this guy to love me.

"-"

With the ceremony unscrupulous and so many people watching over it, Teresia gets ridiculous and can't wait to see what she's doing.

My cheeks are hot. My chest hits. Every single one, love raises.

If it's true, right now, I want to let go of my sword and jump into its chest.

There's nothing to take away from me. Like, that's what I've been doing since the first time I met you, ever since I learned how high my chest sounded in your appearance, and I...

――――

The option of refusing to face each other and, once again, trying to escape to the easier one is crushed.

Not the scolding voice of the sword god, but the ghost's eye in front of him denies it in the whole spirit.

I need to take it by myself, and I need to borrow no one else's hand, not even yours.

With his own power, with his own obsession, with everything he devoted to the sword, he takes the woman from the sword god.

How much, how much time.

How many times, hundreds of times, tens of thousands of times, hundreds of millions of times, did you think of yourself?

The gladiators stagger, impending, the cutting-edge flashes, and meet again and again.

And there's a blow shaken off with the wrath of the Sword God -,

――――

The red tea blade was broken and when the tip twisted, it flew and jumped on the stage.

It was the unmistakable blow of the "Sword Saint" with the whole spirit that exchanged it.

It was a more powerful blow of 'Kensei' than any other.

But...

"Mine."

――――

"Mine, win."

The treasure sword had been taken from Teresian hands.

There is a palm that paralyzes the shock, and the treasure sword falls with a high sound behind it. And on the white throat of Teresia, the tip of a broken Namakura was poked in the middle.

A beautifully decorated "Sword Saint" was defeated by a muddy, forged "Sword Ghost".

That is the moment when the treasure sword was defeated by Namakura and the fantasy of 'Kensei' was broken.

"You're weaker than me. You have no more reason to have a sword."

A voice to be called.

It's been a long time since I've heard his bluffing voice, too.

And yet the first word, I can't believe it.

"If I don't have a sword... who"

"I'll take over the reason you wave the sword. You just have to be the reason I wave my sword."

The reason he waves his sword is to protect something.

He took off the hood of his jacket while I told him to be you for that reason.

The dirty Buddha top face is staring at himself, and Theresia shakes her neck to the side.

You've come to say good things about taking it away, protecting it, you really don't know what a woman's heart is. Because it's a sword, I can't help it.

"Terrible person. All the readiness and determination of people, wasted."

"I'll take it all, too. Forget you were holding the sword and swallow... right. You just have to live in peace behind me while I grow flowers."

Oh, my God, that's...

"To your sword, while protected?

"Yes."

"Will you protect me?

"Yes."

Count yourself among the things that matter, and if you respond to the loving taste.

Theresia smiled at the words of Wilhelm, the sword ghost.

Then you touch the sword that can poke you in the neck, step, step forward.

I felt Wilhelm's two years beyond my touched body.

In the meantime, if you've been thinking about yourself the whole time, and your breasts get hot.

Tears filled Theresia's throat with difficult emotions. It slowly overflows and falls through the smiling Teresian cheeks.

"Do you like flowers?

"I don't hate you anymore"

"Why are you waving your sword?

"To protect you."

It was the limit of patience.

From the moment I let go of my sword, I can no longer hear the voice of the Sword God or anything else.

All I see is Wilhelm.

I only feel Wilhelm.

There is only Wilhelm.

Lean gently against his chest and faintly turn his neck upwards.

Wilhelm's lips overlapped Telesia's lips closing her eyes. Soft, hot feelings fill with love, and the world of Telesia changes.

I dyed my cheeks and saw the loving man in front of me.

Wilhelm says nothing and waits quietly for the word.

That attitude is hilarious. It's up to me to wait. You don't seem to know that, so again, like before, from yourself,

"Do you love me?

"- Understand."

Don't bluff. In reply, I was turned away.

As soon as we round our eyes to that answer, the sound jumps into the world where we were alone. The stillness of time in the audience was lifted, and a large number of guards headed this way.

I know Wilhelm very well there, with such a rash on his face.

"Oh, boy."

Look at them like that and inflate their cheeks into Wilhelm, who looks somewhere relieved.

What is it to see room when you have yourself in front of you?

I haven't even heard what I have to say yet.

"There's something I want you to say."

"Ah."

Scratch his cheeks and Wilhelm circles his neck like a delusion. Eventually, however, he exhaled as he succumbed to Telesia's gaze, holding his thin hips against the pretense.

And look softly at the amazing Teresian ear,

"One day, when you feel like it."

- I feel like we need a long time to meet when we feel like it.

With all that dissatisfaction, but I can't wait to visit that day one day.

Teresia allowed the words of her beloved because she was weak in love.

- Even then, when I looked back, a lot happened.

Cut into the ceremony and take the lead. How stuffy to welcome Wilhelm to his son-in-law, who defied an unprecedented outrage.

Instead of Teresia, who was to quit 'Sword Saint', Wilhelm joined the Kingsguard Knights with recommendations from Bordeaux and others and was stuffed.

All my life, Carol, who had affirmed to serve Telesia, became in love with Wilhelm's comrade and would not marry him, so I was stuffed.

Bordeaux, who cited too many massive martial arts medals on the battlefield, was stuffy when seats were reserved for a parliament that would put together important national politics.

It was a lot, really a lot of fun days.

"I love you, Wilhelm. And you?"

――――

After all, you've never said a word to me before. Though you still shouldn't have shown me in action instead of words.

So the only person to be deluded is a kind woman, or a woman with a neck length on the other guy - Theresia was both, so she kept deluding me.

My time as a couple went only mildly swallowing.

Wilhelm never let her hold his sword since that ceremony, as he promised Theresia. Teresia has no untrained swords either. The Sword God's voice is so deafening.

Still, sometimes, "The Blessing of the Sword Sage" makes a face.

When cooking, for example, I could see nature and the optimal angle of attack if I held the knife. Most importantly, the only way I can do something with a master of cutting is to prepare below, and as I learn the itinerary from now on, I start to think that housewives are harder than swordsmen.

"......"

And it was around this time that I learned how to control The Guardian of Reapers. Accidentally, I cut my fingertips with the shell of ingredients during cooking.

Spontaneous wounds, whatever they are, are subject to protection. I grew pale to the wound I put on myself, and I was in a hurry to stop the blood somehow, and the blood stopped immediately.

- I was wondering if it was this simple.

Accept the presence of protection to control its power.

"Kensei" was a great title for you, but the reality is, little girl, I don't even know what I have.

Increasingly, sooner or later - though what an emotion could have put it up in the chest thinking about what the brothers looked like.

"Teresia"

"-"

In that case, it is Wilhelm who returns as expected. He then strips away the weak clothes of Teresia trying to hide his insides and forcefully breaks inside.

Somewhere like that, I'm saved.

"Do you love me?

――――

Though he didn't answer the question.

Then again, there was a lot.

Really, there was a lot going on.

Heinkel, a son born between them.

The woman Heinkel welcomed to his wife and Reinhardt, who will be the first grandchildren for the Telesians she gave birth to.

- It shouldn't be anyone's fault.

Straight, hard-working, continually striving to be more sincere with the sword than anyone else, as did Heinkel, who was a proud son.

Suffered from the disease of 'Sleeping Princess', the bride also took the opportunity to elucidate from Heinkel and left the young Reinhardt alone.

Blessed with talent enough to tremble at a glance, Reinhardt also packed his destiny to the point where it was unnecessary for a young body.

Nobody's bad.

So the bad part, as usual, was me.

Heinkel was distorted, the bride imprisoned in her dreams, and Reinhardt worked hard to be loved by such parents.

The first thing I realized about it was that I was the stupidest, most helpless person I could do anything about.

"There's a battle to drop the white whale... there's a battle to conquer. I'm there..."

A Kingsguard knight of fame, a serious mission of fame only.

On the offer, overlapping with the voice of his trembling son, Teresia consolidated one, quietly one determination.

The long sword I once loved, Carol had taken care of it for me and kept it in the same condition it was back then.

"I disagree. What are you thinking!

Wilhelm disagreed with Theresia's decision, although he knew what he was going to do.

Exhaled by sharp, willing glances.

White things mix in your hair and your voice is losing its former youthfulness, but it still doesn't change the fundamentals of Wilhelm.

Rindy, passionate and clumsy, everything remains loved and loved by Teresia.

- I've already made up my mind.

"On your own! Who the hell is that... no way"

In a stubborn telesian attitude, Wilhelm realized whose proposal it was due to.

I dye my face red in anger and I can play an irrepressible sword.

"That idiot...... shame on you...... duh"

"You don't deserve to tell me that or you."

――――

It's about my son, and it's Wilhelm who's regretting it, too. The expression of fury fades and Wilhelm bites his lips.

The enthusiasts remained the same, but still held that heat in and grew up to the point of pretending to be calm.

"I, too, am at your disposal..."

"You have your service. You know that, Wilhelm. - You didn't forget to mourn Master Fold."

――――

A son of King's brother Ford was kidnapped by someone who snuck into the royal castle. Wilhelm, the leader of the Kingsguard Knights, has an obligation to regain his stature as soon as possible.

It was impossible to accompany the sword ghost to the great conquest.

Instead, it was Teresia's participation in the battle, which continued to inherit the protection of Kensei in active service.

I can't refuse. Peace and the days of living with the sword were built on selfishness.

You can't keep sweetening on that any more.

"Teresia, this is..."

"Wilhelm"

Teresia called her husband to persuade her. I ask that face, faintly stuffed with breath, smiling.

It's been a long time since I asked.

"Do you love me?

"Huh..."

upset - because I saw the same emotions there as I once did.

Teresia smiled and ran a handknife to Wilhelm's shoulder. A blow that cuts the wind and rips the skin.

Wilhelm, who exposes himself to defenselessness in front of his wife, was unable to react to that unconscious attack and his shoulder wound sprayed blood.

"Teresia...... what?

The shallow ripped shoulder wound has the power of 'Protecting the Reaper' working. Not deep, but the blood keeps flowing. As long as Theresia is beside him like this, as long as the distance doesn't go away.

"Teresia?"

Gently, I leaned against the chest plate.

Teresia mouths Wilhelm's shoulder wound as she feels the sagging of her arms holding her.

My lips were dyed by blood on Zhu, and the taste of my husband's blood tasted for the first time.

"Now you can't come after me. That wound, if you're by my side, won't get blocked."

"I do this stupid thing for that... I'm telling you, I don't have to stop bleeding to get you."

"If they do that, it won't make any sense."

Smiling small, Teresia let go of her body.

And pointing to Wilhelm's shoulder wound,

"That wound, I'll leave it there. lest you come after me. I'll block you when we're done with each other's work."

――――

"It's okay, who do you think I am? Your next strongest, strongest swordsman in this world."

"I don't care if you stick with young people in the middle of the forty..."

"I won't say anything extra"

Piss off, block your mouth trying to be rude.

Damn, I've been accompanying this for over twenty years.

Steel remains the same now. So,

"I love you, Wilhelm"

――――

"Yeah, that's fine. The answer is next."

"Next?"

Teresia nodded to Wilhelm, frowning.

And while I vowed to reunite to my husband's shoulder wound...

"When you come back, let me hear what you couldn't hear that day"

Memories blow up.

His vision was disturbed like he was in a sandstorm, and the surrounding sounds were negligible and difficult to hear.

――

Someone's yelling, screaming, I hear screams.

Green on one side of sight - no, this is the ground. The color of the meadow. Looking around, the fog was so thick that it was ten meters away that it completely closed the world.

The Crusaders are half-baked and the troops are devastated.

A shove occurs, and it is not certain which way to run in the thick fog.

Just vaguely, only a powerful sense of compression feels beyond the fog. Therefore his voice was flying to flee to the other side of it.

――――

I can't remember what happened.

In the midst of a fierce fierce battle, but the war situation should have worked superiority, and I should have felt that it would also help my power, which was exiting the line -.

――

I thought that far and noticed a faint discomfort.

Look down at your palms. Something, uncomfortable.

I have no problems with my hands or feet, eyes or feet.

But somewhere, I feel like I've lost my wings...

"Coverage..."

I noticed.

I don't feel anywhere right now the feeling of 'protection of the sword saint'. No matter how far away you are from the sword, the presence of the sword god who was beside you.

That mockery, too, is nowhere now.

"Reinhardt -!"

At the same time, Telesia could have intuited that the protection lost from her body had gone beneath whom.

Does that feel the same as my uncle, who sensed that he had inherited protection from Theresia? Or perhaps simply because Teresia had noticed Reinhardt's bottomless gift.

Even if it were any, Teresia did not doubt that her next generation of 'Sword Saints' was Reinhardt.

The feeling may have been a betrayal to Heinkel, my real son - but there was no one left to blame for it, or time to blame.

"- Oh, you're a lot brave to have a woman staying here alone."

I heard such a quiet, unprovoked girl.

Looking back, Teresia sees a small shadow in the thick fog.

White clothes, white gold colored hair.

A sympathetic and intimate eye for kindness and infinite fraternity with strangers - such a disgusting, misguided love.

――――

"You hated me"

With a long sword, Teresia stepped in.

If she was a regular girlfriend, she might have been worried about the girl. But this is a world of death dominated by the thick fog of white whales.

I'm passing the odds, such as a girl with a face there.

Even if the "Protection of the Sword Sage" is missing, Teresian bodies leave behind a single scale of former swordsmanship. Enough to show the swordsman's highest strength, the running slaughter amputates the little body of the girl -,

- I want to understand you.

The girl's voice tickles her eardrum, and her consciousness breaks.

Plump, make a noise.

In the dark, consciousness falls.

Telesia's body swallowed a long time so that she could sink her hands and feet in bottomless warm water.

Worries rush through the future of his grandson, his son's heart, and the bride who connects them.

And finally,

"Wilhelm"

Calling my dear man by his name, my consciousness was completely interrupted.

And -.

"Pity, face..."

Beyond the slow-opening eyelid, I saw a squeaky face.

My head is completely white and I have more wrinkles with the season on my face, and I think this is good because I can't help it.

I couldn't have seen it wrong.

It's my husband's face. Though quite a bit of time seems to have passed since that breakup.

――――

Long, exhaled.

Is there anything else nearby, Heinkel and Reinhardt? I feel signs of those two.

Maybe all three Astrea men came all the way to pick me up and drop me off.

Because they were all sweet kids.

"Teresia, I..."

With a wrinkly face, Wilhelm stuffs his breath.

Needless to say, it's lame in front of my son and grandson.

Where did you leave it, majesty and pride? Though, surprisingly, in retrospect, these weaknesses were also prominent people.

"Hey, Wilhelm..."

My voice is plundering and yet strangely young.

Like it's not my own - no, it's definitely mine, but it's already totally, it's supposed to be my grandma's.

It's like when I first fell in love, with a voice, embarrassing.

――――

When I first fell in love, I was agitated by that feeling.

Even though we didn't have much time left, we just wasted our time staring at each other.

But still.

The words to be conveyed from Theresia were sufficiently conveyed. Wilhelm should know that, too.

So it's him who needs time, opportunity, and words.

Theresia quietly, you just have to wait for the word.

I'll keep you waiting, but I'll make sure you live up to your expectations. That's the kind of man, so Wilhelm Trias is.

Because he's such a husband, Wilhelm Van Astrea is.

"There's something I need to tell you..."

――――

"Wow, I'm a lousy mouth... I can't communicate my thoughts well to them, and I have a hard time with you... so for over twenty years, I've never told you..."

――――

"Twenty years, I might have made you anxious. But I..."

"- Stupid guy."

Without being able to speak well, I watched the clumsiness of trying to make words somehow, and I couldn't stand it.

I laugh. I really don't know what this man is talking about.

"Really, you didn't notice?

He reaches out to his cheeks trying so hard to break his heart with a face that is about to cry out now.

My body is terribly heavy. Though his body had little power left, he poured all of his remaining power into his fingertips and wiped the tears that conveyed its cheeks.

"You've been telling me all along."

――――

Was it meant to be hidden?

Were you going to be able to hide it through just because you didn't put it into words?

"Your eyes, your voice, your attitude, your deeds, all the time"

To Theresia, everything Wilhelm points to.

He's communicating this man's heart more clearly than anything else...

"I want you to..."

"You take me..."

That's why it was enough.

- I love you.

From start to finish, it must have been a blessed life.

I have close brothers, same-sex friends who will be intimate, helped by a lot of people, meet Wilhelm.

Although I'm sure there are still problems.

Because I'm sure you guys will be fine.

But there's actually just one thing.

For the last time, there was something I couldn't hear.

- Actually, it was love at first sight. How surprised were you to find out?

It was the last time we exchanged words of love with each other.

The figure of Teresia Van Astrea, who smiled satisfactorily, dyed her cheeks with love and moistened her eyes with tears, collapses out of shape during the blink.

In Wilhelm's arms on his knees, the figure of the woman who was gasping in a bloodstained state disappeared, and all that was left was a mass of ash - and that was the only evidence to support the sentiment that she was here.

――――

Teresia, who burned her life out in her own arms and became a mass of ash. Wilhelm drops his eyes on the remnants of such telesia and just keeps leaning in silence.

"... now, are you satisfied?

And instead of Wilhelm, who wouldn't move in silence, a man raised his voice.

Redhead middle-aged man - Heinkel stares at Reinhardt, who was similarly standing beside him, with a hateful look.

To that gaze Reinhardt slowly confronted him and spilled his exhale.

"Satisfied, what?

"Don't blur, I'll keep watching! Are you satisfied? You must be satisfied, you! With all the fame, now the seat of 'Sword Saint' is yours, congratulations! There's no question about the fact that you let your predecessors die and take it. Hey, are you satisfied? Hey!"

"I'm not sure what you mean by what you say"

"You don't look faint! Fucking kid!

Heinkel exhales rough and tries to grab onto Reinhardt. But when Reinhardt avoided that fingertip, he took control of his real father with his palm, who stomped on him.

There is also no fine dust left in that figure of the contemporary "Kensei", such as the effect of slashing each other with the predecessor "Kensei". In fact, I wasn't even dealing with him.

Heinkel's throat sounds faintly warlike he was poked at that fact.

"Don't get on the diagram, Reinhardt......"

To mislead such a swing of his own heart, Heinkel jumped even further, poking his finger at Reinhardt and spitting.

"Where you lined up the beauty, what I saw doesn't change. It is true that you slaughtered your mother... Teresia Van Astrea. I'll make it public. I'll tell you what, I'll make sure no one admits you're 'Kensei'!

――――

"Whatever the clarity, you won't be able to let go of the honor of 'Kensei'. I may have been able to do it before, but I don't think so anymore. Slash and kill your flesh parents," Kensei "? The Sword of the Kingdom? Ha, don't make me laugh! Murderers!

"Lieutenant, I don't know what you mean no matter how many times you say it. - I killed my predecessors. That's a mistake, Lieutenant."

"Ha...?

Reinhardt quietly responds to Heinkel, who cries red. Heinkel rounds his eyes on its contents, but Reinhardt has no signs of deception or escape of speech.

The idea is not to say things. Reinhardt states the facts.

"The enemy today is just a corpse that was being moved by secret surgery. My ancestors' sword saints'...... you can't be my grandmother. Aren't they mistaken for something?

――――

Heinkel looked stunned at Reinhardt's words.

Then he inserts his hand into his redhead and scratches it abusively . With a faintly drawn laugh leaking, Heinkel grinned frantically.

"So, what's the last array? My dad and I were talking!? Stare at me or you... if you're not my mother!

- No more, Heinkel.

Heinkel stripping his teeth and scorching himself into more emotions than hatred. It was Wilhelm who kept his silence so far that stopped that Heinkel outrage.

The old swordsman remains in a crouched position, breaking the sleeve of his own jacket, with which he hands his own right foot wound - pierced by a long sword.

The wounds that are not supposed to be blocked by the power of "Protecting the Reaper" have become ineffective from the moment Telesia's presence is lost. - No, before that, it had stopped since the last time sane telesia came back. What hurt instead was the left shoulder wound that was carved at the time of the breakup.

The sane Theresia is on his left shoulder and the carcass Theresia is on his right leg.

The wounds engraved in "Protecting the Reaper" were rendered ineffective by the loss of both.

"Don't... Dad! Is that all you got? This guy...!

"Stop it, Heinkel.... Stop."

Wilhelm stops Heinkel, who still tries to bite.

Take off your sleeveless jacket and with the spread fabric Wilhelm wraps around the ashed Theresian remains. It's too lonely to entrust her to the wind like this.

I think we need to at least put this ash back in the grave.

"-"

Seeing his real father like that, Heinkel bit his teeth in remorse and pulled the words in. And when Wilhelm recovers the ashes, he rises in a fluttering foothold.

I stopped the bleeding, but the amount of blood flowing. The wound at the base of his right leg is also deep, leaving him anxious to let him walk alone. Like that, Reinhardt tried to support his swinging shoulder.

But...

"- Don't touch it!!

――――

Wilhelm's anger thrust its touching fingertips.

Reinhardt stops the lifted arm and Wilhelm doesn't try to turn his face towards him like that. However, the Sword Ghost exhaled quietly, keeping their gaze out of each other.

"Reinhardt......"

"- Yes."

Unlike the trembling voice of Wilhelm, Reinhardt's voice is a grand one.

Once he closed his eyes to the voice, Wilhelm spun the words.

- That's an inquiry.

"Do you regret slashing your grandmother... Theresia?

――――

There was a faint time in responding to the inquiry.

Or maybe that was something that could have been truncated if it was a pointless question, just as it was with Heinkel earlier.

But Reinhardt put down a beat and answered.

"No. - I did the right thing. I don't regret it."

"... right. Exactly."

――――

"You're right. I'm wrong. - So there's nothing more to talk to you about."

In a quiet voice. In response, Wilhelm turned his back on Reinhardt.

My grandfather and grandson end the decisive question without looking at each other.

And when Wilhelm shows the center of the city with his lifted fingers,

"Lord Garfield's on his way, but I'm worried about the city hall. If possible, I'd like you to turn to cover." Sword Saint "Lord Reinhardt"

――――

Severely other behaving, Reinhardt sees the tip of his finger in its courtesy words. Then I nodded and saw Heinkel at the end.

Heinkel, who still smokes hate, faintly stuck his breath in those blue eyes, but Reinhardt overlooked such a trivial fright.

"It's dangerous out there. Deputy Commander, if possible, to the shelter. - With Lord Wilhelm."

"Oh, even if you tell me! Get lost!"

Reinhardt turned away when he was hit with words like a loss. As he runs toward the waterway, he jumps like a kick in the water and vanishes into the center of the city with momentum like jumping over a building.

Seeing its out-of-the-way motor power, Heinkel spit. Then he slowly rushes to Wilhelm, where he walks to drag his right leg. However,

"Father, I can't believe I'm alone..."

"Leave me alone. I don't want anyone to see my face right now."

"Father..."

"You don't have to worry about me. You just have to think about your safety. Hide in a proper building or shelter. … so it should be okay"

Leaving only his own opinion behind, Wilhelm walks away to leave Heinkel behind.

With his jacket wrapped in his wife's ashes, he drags his legs, his back away.

――――

There is no stopping that back, no walking in line next door, and it is left behind.

He was left behind, and eventually Wilhelm was invisible, and Heinkel...

"What... what, what, what, what, what, what!

In a square where no one is anymore, Heinkel exhales with a glimpse of cobblestone. I scratched my head, screamed my unspoken anger, and threw a sword on the ground prepared for my hips.

A beautiful knight sword makes a hard noise and is bounced to the ground, rolling like a slip.

"Fucking shit, dude. Always this guy...! He always dies...! He's gonna die!

In the square where no one is anymore, only Heinkel's screaming like spitting blood woods spirits.

Ever, ever, a grudge and mourning exclaim crossed, high and far...

This is how the battlefield of the Astrea family ends: the grandfather, the father, the grandson.

A woman who was a grandmother, mother and wife.

The end of Theresia Van Astrea, leave each wound in the hearts of the three.

- Here, all battlefields of the Watergate City Pristela offensive were settled.