Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

So, how'd it go? Have you understood our strengths correctly? "

Toslin holds the pot and pours water into the glass. And when I stirred it up at once and emptied it, I put it cottingly on the table. Carol sits back on the bed and puffs her legs, and Mr. Rose stands at the window, gazing back at Hadion. Sometimes I'm the only one in this that hasn't done anything, and I couldn't get into the conversation and held my knees on the couch shabby.

"Oh, too much."

Oh, yeah, yeah. We are going back to the inn and taking baths in turn. The last one was Hadion, because I went in one at a time because of the size, or it's already sunset plenty.

"Hmm? Dude..."

"Oh, what are you doing, Hadion?"

Toslin and Carol are surprised and open their eyes. I think maybe I look the same right now. Because Hadion suddenly lowered his head. Never did that to the Toslins, even if they had ever knelt down to me before. Rather, the more transgressive some people seemed, the more magnificent their attitude was. That Hadion is bowing his head now.

"Honestly, I was underestimating that. I thought it would be something like this at best. But I actually had a meeting, and I was saddened that I had to change the idea. I apologize here for insulting you."

"… head up, please. We don't have to apologize."

Nor can Mr. Rosé hide confusion in such Hadion's attitude. By the window at night, in the wind, Rosé, who was cooling her body upbeat by the light peaches, walked over to Hadion and said so.

"Yes, yes. In fact, you're stronger than us, and you don't have to apologize."

"You never attacked me once."

"That's because I was thorough with what I saw. Half-wolf maiden, such a handsome move had something to keep an eye on. And, O maiden of the elf, the blow that swung down above the mighty arm of such a man, I see, had too much power to crush the golem."

"Proud Arms..."

"Pupp, Hadion also admitted that he was stupid, and now the Toslin Oak verse is credible..."

"You can't do that."

It's been a long time since Toslin's fist fell on Carol's head.

"Huh... you two are really close."

But I feel that the tingling air that has been flowing between us since before the evening has completely misted. Did Carol say it was on purpose because she felt the air?

"Yeah, Mr. Toslin said it was corrupt, etc., but it doesn't look that way"

Hadion and I looked at each other as Mr. Rosé put his hand on his mouth and laughed. This is the first time Mr. Rosé has thus pointed a smile at Hadion.

"And brave maiden. That was another great move. Forget the time and get so drunk by the shock passed on to the shield."

"... it's an honor to compliment you"

Rosé pinched the hem of her robe and thanked her for the groove. The work was streamlined itself, and that was what impressed me that there were only aristocratic ladies. If you cut only this figure, no one will think of Mr. Rosé as the maker of the Becco Becco shield currently standing on the wall.

"You can't have that shield anymore. I just bought it and it's already bumpy."

"This is what happens if you take all the input you can get... so I remembered that Rose and Hadion weren't too thoughtful compared to us?"

Speaking of which, I feel like I was saying that in the presence of the two of you. Sounds like you know what's in your hand or something.

"Maybe it's my fault, but you looked like you were both making the same move in my eyes"

Hadion nodded as Toslin snapped so as he remembered that time. And he came next to me sitting on the couch and sat down as well.

"That's not my fault or anything. In fact, he was making the same move. It's because you know what they're doing that makes you think better."

"What do you mean? Same move... why bother doing that?"

Hadion answers my question with a strange face, ignorant enough to say nothing about swordsmanship or anything. Until earlier, he looked so serious that I didn't think he was the one inviting me to take a bath with him.

"Not on purpose. Nature does. The difference between a knight and a cleric is that the source is the same."

"My warfare moves have been handed down to the Clerical Warriors of the Illuan Episcopal Church for about 1000 years with cotton. The founder of that warfare technique was the most powerful knight of the goddess at the time..."

"Oh, the knight of the goddess..."

"Oh, it's about me, Satire Maiden. Before he fell into darkness and was called the Knight of Dark Purple, he was called by his street name"

"Seriously. Is it like a master and disciple fighting? Don't even look like that."

"It's amazing how technology has been inherited for 1,000 years."

"Yeah......"

Carol's right, that's amazing. Because the fact that they continued to be handed down meant that they always remained the best without losing value. But that's why certain questions inevitably come to mind.

"... why did you betray the goddess"

That's the question Mr. Rosé spoke of. Why was the strongest knight at the time suddenly betraying the goddess and pointing a blade at humanity? It has always been considered a mystery, and even the history books say that the reason for it has not been shown.

"Reason for betrayal..."

But now I have a person in front of me, someone who knows the truth that has been a mystery for a long time: 1000 years.

We took a hard spit and waited for Hadion's next word.