Seirei no Moribito

The shock I was prepared for was never done for long.

Emilia, who was unconsciously meditating on her eyes, opened her fearful eyes, relieving herself that the rocks and sickles that existed there were gone, exhaling heavily at the breath she was holding.

But the only time I was relieved was at that moment.

The next thing I saw was the painful appearance of Lynn and Rose in pieces of rock piercing the cracked ground and traces of interrupted blood, sharp wounds running through walls and ceilings.

No one will explain it to you, Emilia will understand. What happened here was a genuine “kill each other”.

Sorrow shook my throat at at that reality, but I can't shed a tear.

Because there's no way I can make a tear.

I thought so, and Emilia opened her mouth when she had to talk about something, and at the same time caught sight of Lynn standing far away shaking.

"Oh, Lynn!

Desperately moving his tense legs with tension and slight fear, Emilia rushes to Lynn.

I looked at him with all the blood on his body and paled his face, reaching out that he had to stop the bleeding as soon as possible,

"Yes, now“ healing ”...!

where I touched to put my hands on Lynn's right hand,

"Don't touch it!

With the short words of rejection, Emilia's hands were bounced.

"Huh... Ri, Lin..."

Never before, with sharp eyes and killing, Emilia had a stronger chest ache than her hands bounced with strong force. I almost overflowed with tears that I should have pushed to death, and I bit my lips to indulge in it,

"... sorry, do..."

I put my hands down honestly, which I was concerned about my absence.

After a brief glance at Emilia like that, Lynn exhales small and puts her right hand back in her right eye again.

Originally bright red, his right hand stains even more red, and zero blood drips from between his fingers. As such, Emilia looked distorted and disgusted herself with helplessness, making her face bow down.

(... Also, I couldn't do anything...)

The two sorceries that struck Emilia vanished without ever hitting her.

In order to protect Emilia, who could only jump in, Lynn became a foundational ground and changed the destination of the magic to offset it, but the protected Emilia could not do one thing to the protected Lynn.

(... I regret that no matter how much "healing" you can use, it doesn't help you at the heart of the matter...)

If you really want to protect her, Emilia should have forced herself to use "healing techniques”.

Yet I couldn't.

Lynn in front of me was furiously anxiously annoyed when she was hit with a word of rejection with a cold gaze as she looked down at someone else in red.

It's as if Lynn has gone some distance. I was wondering if it would disappear into a far away world beyond my reach.

Even though there was no reason for that to actually happen, Emilia still got scared and didn't want to hear words denying herself out of Lynn's mouth and ended up unable to reach out.

(... the hardest part is even though it's Lynn...)

They create abrasions and cuts on the other side, draw red lines and pollute the floor, and the dark green blazer is worn out looking unbroken. The white shirt has a vivid smell of blood and is dyed crimson as if it had been so from the beginning.

But the worst wound was the right eye.

When he was shaken off, his dewy right eye was torn into a vertical straight line, relentlessly choosing his eyeballs and even snatching the ethereal color.

Red, red, red.

My chest hurts as if I was torn apart by a blade, to that appearance of red everywhere I look.

As if they had eagled her heart, Emilia accidentally held her chest,

"... Lynn..."

He was so badly wounded, he slowly supported the knife and stared at Lynn rising.

After all, all I could do was stare.

"... why, why are you holding..."

He releases his words toward Rose, who pushes his left shoulder while distorting his face.

"... really, he's an abomination everywhere..."

Rose, on the other hand, shifts her gaze to Emilia with emotions other than agony on her expression.

"... Rose, seniors..."

"... Emilia Shenti. How much is she worth... No, that's just a trivial thing for you, that's why..."

Raising his mouth sarcastically, Rose laughs.

"... oh, really funny, and crap"

She laughs joyfully out loud and sheds her magic on the broken knife she had left at hand.

Then the knife, which was halfway broken and bent, absorbs the magic and returns to its original beautiful body.

Emilia looked at it in an unexpectedly impressive way,

"... magic tools"

I feel impugned by Lynn, who grumbled the word abominably, tightening my mind, which was a little loose.

Rose waved the knife gently with only her right hand as if she heard nothing,

"Well, let me ask you something, 'Eileen'. Why are you holding me there?"

Hide the pain and make a glorious laugh.

In contrast to Rose like that, Lynn looked at her expressionlessly,

"... ha"

I laughed lightly.

Just like Rose earlier, he leaked a slight laugh about what was interesting, not even like him,

- Because that's all I got.

With his left hand, he removed the clasp of the sheath, shook it sideways and jumped the sheath.

Galang, make a noise and the sheath rolls, revealing the silver fillet that is usually hidden,

"- I knew you couldn't forgive Lynn."

Small, Emilia shrugged.

I don't know what happened between them. But I know how Lynn feels.

- What Lynn is really trying to fight for. Something they couldn't forgive by then.

In public, Lynn never pulled a knife. Ever since Emilia entered school, and even before that, he never pulled out a knife.

In fact, when I was acting as a "wind discipline commissioner," I guess I had no hesitation in pulling out the knife, but at a time when I didn't know that I was a "wind discipline commissioner," it would mean that I had never seen Lynn as one person get serious.

No, to be exact, Lynn just didn't pull the knife because it wasn't worth it enough to pull it out.

Because Emilia knows.

Because he swore an oath when he was still in his hometown village.

Except when you kill people, you don't pull out this knife.

Yes, he told Emilia.

She smiled gently and told me to forgive Emilia, who cried so badly when she saw Lynn returning with blood.

Lynn never pulled the knife out of her mouth. I don't know if it fits Emilia, or if it's a whim.

"... Lynn..."

To kill him, Lynn pulled out a knife to kill Rose.

I knew what that meant and still Emilia couldn't stop it.

Now the boy standing in front of Emilia was not the child tame boy she knew, nor the boy as “chairman", nor the boy as “wind discipline commissioner”.

Perhaps this is who he really is - or what he has stripped away of the murderous intentions he has been hiding.

For the first time, Emilia felt scared about Lynn.

The fear that Lynn would go far, and the fear that she had never seen before, was so bad that she couldn't move as if she were in gold bondage.

You have to stop it. As it is, we know this time the worst will come.

(... I'm not qualified to do that)

Because I know Lynn best, I couldn't give her an irresponsible and convenient word.

"Lynn."

So at least.

In an attempt to do what she can now, Emilia takes a blue handkerchief out of her nostrils and approaches Lynn.

Good thing he keeps his mouth shut, he quickly hits the handkerchief with the exception of Lynn's right hand and wraps it around to cover his right eye as it is.

The colour of the blood seeps out from the moment it is covered, but there is no change in the expression of phosphorus.

Sure, there should be a severe pain running, but I feel indescribable for Lynn, who doesn't even dust it out, but I can't say anything.

(I don't deserve that. I can't do anything. No, I'm exhausted, but I'm sorry, Lynn... let me just say this)

A magical word that is selfish, irresponsible and convenient everywhere.

- Don't die.

Emilia's desperate voice was a very fine, perhaps only somewhat tiny sound heard by Lynn.

Still, picking up that voice, he opened his eyes slightly,

"... I'm not going to die"

He gave it back to me like that.

I'm happy with that, and Emilia laughs carelessly.

I tried my best not to be a burden on Lynn, although she was still a terrible grin that seemed to cry.

Emilia stood slightly away from Lynn,

"'Rose Marie'"

Lynn switched swords and poked them after wiping her right hand with a shirt.

"- I couldn't forgive myself for being ignorant and helpless"

Spin your beliefs like a declaration of war.

"But more than that, I didn't like you guys for taking everything from me."

Rose hears the words, laughing invincibly.

"… we know that it is something of a ruthless and reckless kind. Maybe I just want to hit someone with feelings of no place to go... no, maybe it was also a suicidal desire"

But still, you...

"- I'm going down this road. And if you're going to be that barrier... until I kill you."

I can't stop. I can't stop.

A moving gear is not allowed to stop.

Lynn's words are calm and chilling everywhere,

"... heh, apparently I was insulting you. I didn't know you were acting on your own volition, not just some crazy tool."

And Rose also burns her fighting spirit quietly.

"... homosexuality. And fellow haters. Yeah, I get it now. Why was I hostile to you? You and I were the same. [M] A very dangerous and seductive public myth, planted with a bomb in an empty heart…"

Rose set up a sword,

"Fine. In my name, I will punish you. Slash and throw away the foolish clown."

Lynn also sets up a knife.

"... it's also funny and crap"

Rose laughs boldly and the boy can help with the sword he just stood on.

There was no signal.

The two stepped in at the same time and the curtain of the second battle was cut and dropped.