Seirei no Moribito

Lynn, interrupted where she was now about to stab a stop, uttered words to Schneidel, who, while releasing a killing spirit that combined more intimidation than ever before, stood only politely in front of her on the surface.

"... of what, is it an imitation - instructor Schneidel?

Schneidel, who took the sword and showed it with more than double the swollen killer, laughed lightly but now has more power than anything else.

"Just got a report that 'mock combat' is on a massive scale... unsolicited private fights are subject to severe punishment, Chairman Irene"

"... it's a private fight after we've accepted each other. Even instructors don't get orders."

"Right. Then the killing of students deserves punishment even after accepting it. Still, you keep fighting?

In the corner of the two quiet offenses, Schneidel's deputy Claire stops Rose, who was falling from the ceiling, and the frightened Emilia rushes over to “cure" the two of them.

The face, which was slightly bleeding out, is somewhat better, and Emilia exhales a relieved sigh.

Then I remembered Lynn for her increased killing.

"Lynn!"

With her paler face than her own on the bloodshed that drips with her puffiness, Emilia lays her hands to chant the "cure" this time, but the hand is shaken away once again.

Rejected hands without any addition or subtraction make a dull noise and bounce,

"A splash of water overflowing with heavenly cups." Aqua Free Season "!

Lynn had no mercy or hesitation, activating the technique against a standing enemy

overflowing from nowhere like a fountain, absolute zero degree water tries to touch Schneidel,

"Song, darker than darkness, dark arms." Black Guide ""

A disastrous darkness was about to strike Schneidel, covered in absolute zero degrees of water, freezing it like a human arm, and the technique disappears.

Unwilling to hide it in the result, Lynn pounded her tongue and moved to pull it out with all the sword she could still grab,

"- Apparently, you want to be punished, Chairman Eileen?

With a sharp Schneidel gaze at all times, the sword made a noise and cracked.

"... no"

There's no more reason to fight Lynn than Schneidel has come out.

If it's just Rose, you still have to be serious if you're going to deal with him until he is. But if you do that, all the plans you've built up will be returned to the blister. Lynn, who judged instantly, let go of the pattern without hesitation.

"... a little too many wings removed. I'm sorry I missed the instructor's hand."

Lynn has no shards of good faith, and whoever sees it will apologize for knowing it's a lie and walk out to retrieve the sheath she jumped herself.

Retrieving the flying sheath by stitching it between the students who can crack it with the stirring, Lynn returns to Schneidel again, putting the sheath cuts on her own chest and offering it to Schneidel.

Meaning indicates a non-war will and irresistibility that we are not going to contend any further.

Although Schneidel frowned at the atmosphere and behaved as if it were different from the previous one, he gave a strange look to the sheath with little to say nothing in particular.

Schneidel turns her gaze to Claire for the seemingly undefended defenselessness of being able to poke the steeple if she misses her cut at all, but in the end no action is taken.

Conversely, Lynn suspects that Schneidel acted like an extremely decent instructor, but put her sheath on her hips overnight that it had nothing to do with it.

After giving only a grace of form, Lynn left the training ground without looking back.

"Wait, Lynn!

Even though it was rejected twice, Emilia followed it.

"... can you hear me, Lieutenant Claire"

"Yes, Captain. Rose Marie, you don't have to take her to the infirmary, do you?

'Naturally. Lock him up in the basement owned by the Fifth Division. Of course, do a proper' witchkiller '. And if you need restraint, I'll allow it.'

'Copy that.... and one more thing. This is an example operation...... could I have missed Chairman Eileen like this?

'... there is no change to the operation. Firmly prepare for battle before the operation is executed. With Deputy Rose Marie gone, there must be more crew available. We need to adjust the area as well. What's more, Eileen was injured in one eye… giving her time for treatment would not be much of a problem'

'That's true. Even if you're just blind to one eye, there's no more advantages for this one… As the captain said, it would be more meaningful to work out a closer plan'

'Oh. This is a hell of a good opportunity. But don't be alarmed. The other guy is Irene... just too cautious.

'Yeah, I know. Captain, I'll carry her.'

"I asked you, Lieutenant Claire."

Schneidel smiled quietly as no one could see her after her hidden escort.

"Lynn!!"

Flying out of the training ground after the boy, Emilia witnessed Lynn squatting with her right eye suppressed at the corner of the hallway bent over.

"Lynn...... Lynn...... Huh!

Emilia rushed over to Lynn and completely forgot that she had been rejected twice. She put her hand over Lynn's right hand without feeling anything and used the "cure".

There was no rejection this time.

A pale light emanates from Emilia's right hand, and the slight spirits slowly enter his right eye to heal his wounds.

Lynn, who had a distressed look on her face, slowly rose as her expression slowly eased as the wound healed and Emilia finished recovering to its limits.

"Lynn! Are you okay? What else is seriously injured...!?"

"... it's okay"

With that being said, Emilia used “healing techniques” from one end to the other on the visible range of wounds without ever letting go of her hand from her right eye, checking again and again for bruises and other beatings in the palpation.

"... good... Lynn is safe..."

I could tell that there were really no terrible wounds other than my right eye, and Emilia sat down unexpectedly because of her reassurance and weakness, and wept without a human eye.

Lynn, on the other hand, looks down at Emilia and crouches in as if her attitude to earlier was a lie, with the usual faceless expression.

Wipe the next to next overflowing tears with a bloody shirt hem,

"... Whatever it is, it's huge."

"Ohhhhh...!? What are you talking about, Lynn! Even if it was a big deal for Lynn, it was important to me!?"

teary-eyed but stared sharply at phosphorus,

"Suddenly magic activates, and that's Seniors Lynn and Rose... and I don't know why anymore, and! You're so full of blood, Lynn won't try to get my“ cure "...!

Emilia whimpered but raised her voice diligently,

"If you think you've stopped me, the battle will begin again... and yet I am! I couldn't do anything!!"

distort the messy face with tears,

"... sorry, Lynn. I'm in Lynn's footsteps. But still... I want to be beside Lynn. I don't want to see Lynn hurt, and I don't want to see Lynn hurt anybody. But, but more than that, I..."

Emilia is

- I don't want to see Lynn die.

Lonely, sad.

Emilia complained as she wrapped her eyes around the likelihood of disappearing.

It is with this bullshit in his mouth, knowing that it is in his footsteps.

Still, the helpless, tiny Emilia can only connect and stop Lynn's heart like this.

Lynn heard Emilia's words like that in a dazed face as if she had been poked in the void, and broken her face.

"- Really, it's huge."

Lynn quietly holds Emilia with a natural look that can only be shown in front of Emilia.

slap him on the back as if to soften the baby,

"... sloppy, you are"

"... that's right. I'm sloppy."

Emilia squeezes her chest shirt so that it is not a strain on Lynn.

"You can't do anything, this is how you get Lin's footsteps together. Selfish, my best.... I don't deserve that."

"... right..."

"... Hey, Lynn. What am I to Lynn?

Lynn further troubled his troubled face with the question,

"... you want me to answer that?

"... yeah. Because I want to listen, but I don't want to listen."

"... then what the hell am I to Emilia? Is that just childhood taming? Or..."

Shut your mouth as you hesitate to say the words,

"Secret. I won't tell you. If I say that, Lynn will be gone."

"... right"

"But, you know, that's all I can say"

Emilia looks up at Lynn's face from directly below and affirms in an unmistakable tone.

"- I'm the only one on Lin's side, no matter what."

tears, but gazed at phosphorus with a pure eye,

"Even if Lynn turns the whole world around to enemies, and no one has any allies, I'm just me...!

The truth is, I didn't want you to be "Commissioner Kazaki”.

Emilia wanted to say that no matter how much she hated it, it wasn't like holding her soul until she sold it.

But I couldn't tell you because if I told you that, I would deny Lynn's existence.

There were many other things I wanted to say.

I didn't want you to leave my hometown.

I hoped you wouldn't leave Emilia and go to the 'King's Capital'.

I wanted you to stay with me the whole time. I hoped you wouldn't try to cross the dangerous bridge by yourself.

- I didn't want revenge, I wanted it to stop.

But I couldn't say such a selfish and convenient word, I was desperate to turn away from reality.

Lynn has a bewildered, hesitant, and sad look that only shows in front of Emilia,

"... it's me who's selfish and exhausted."

Lie down, squeal.

"... revenge is a sweet word. Whatever you do, my parents aren't coming back, and it's not like I can get those days back.... I couldn't admit it. It was hard and sad, and it was going to break my heart.... so I sold my soul to the devil (Iselia).... just because I wanted to get away from reality"

squeeze his left hand hard that was turning on Emilia's back,

"... Emilia. I'm not going to die. I'm not going to stop until that moment when my broken heart is completely shattered."

I let go of that hand quietly.

Lynn smiled slightly,

"... thank you, Emilia. Stay with me like this."

After stroking Emilia's head, Lynn left.

Emilia looked at her afterwards with an indescribable look,

"... it's up to me to thank you."

It's cold and warm. Put your hands on it and she laughs.

"... thanks, Lynn -" '. Put me here. "

colored with clumsy grins and tears,

"So, Lynn."

Emilia squeaks as she hugs her body to indulge in fear.

"- Don't leave me..."

The voice never got into someone's ear.

Thus the private fight between the Chairman and the Second Seat closed the curtain.