Sevens

In the treasure ball.

When I woke up, there was a circular room spread out there and I was sitting in a chair.

Face up, looking around, a third generation sitting on the table looks at a silver bow.

Where the second generation was sitting.

The chair was gone, as was the door behind it.

The great silver sword was left for me by the first generation.

And the second generation left me a silver bow.

There was only a third generation and me in the room, and the other ancestors didn't show up.

'... you look like your father's bow. Wasn't it this big? No, does it change in size? Funny, isn't it?'

That's what makes me laugh. In the third generation, I can't answer.

When I leaned down, the third generation was laughing.

"What? Do you care?

I give a mouthful of potatoes and feelings.

"... properly, I couldn't even say goodbye. I could have used my skills."

Wouldn't that piss you off?

Aren't you frightened?

I thought so, but my voice was bright as to whether the third generation remained smiling.

'I care too much. At the end of the day, I was happy. Even for me, I'm grateful to Lyell. I'm glad to see the sight of your brother.'

When I look up, the third generation gets off the table.

"I'm the second son. If my serious brother works hard for me, I thought I could do whatever I wanted. But you went out on a rainy day... and you tried to protect me with your learned bow. '

As a knight, a bow cannot be said to be the right weapon.

In a world where magic can be used is aristocracy, ranged attacks are determined by magic and market.

Other than that, it seems to be a lack of strength.

"What did the third generation think of the second generation?

With that said, the third generation stays smiling.

"Introduction, I guess? When I was you, you prepared everything from my daughter-in-law arrangements to territorial development plans, but that's because you didn't think you could count on me."

He seems to have complex emotions, but the third generation starts to say "but".

'But, you know, even if your brother died because of me, I never blamed him. My brother should have inherited it, but he said he was bad... he must be having a hard time. I laughed when I heard it was the most plain later. I worked so hard to lay the foundations.'

It is the second generation that was not popular with the inhabitants, that the weapons in their possession were not noble, and that was then sandwiched and not evaluated by the first and third generations without being evaluated.

"I'll never forget the second generation."

"Hahaha, if the descendants would appreciate it over time, I'm sure they'd love it"

Just a little bit, I feel lighter.

(... sorry, second generation. bother to the end)

Apologizing in my heart, my gaze turns slightly above the table.

I look at the bow.

The bow, shining silver and emitting arrows of light, was floating on the table.

Even though the first generation is a great sword, the second generation is a bow...

They didn't even seem to hear their mouths for a long time.

I felt as if the weapons they were using were indicative of that relationship.

"Is it the rebellion against the first generation, after all, that the second generation chose the bow?

With that said, the third generation snapped his neck.

And when I understand what you're trying to say, I laugh.

'No, I'm not. Besides, if you're a parent or a child, you're human. I don't think it's that perfect. Sometimes I'm dissatisfied and I don't like it. I guess that was the strong first and second generation. But...'

The third generation taught me why the second chose the bow.

'My father didn't say anything when I chose the sword. I thought you'd recommend a bow, but you're not saying it that strongly. That's why I asked.'

"The second generation said the third generation wouldn't do anything extra."

Then, the third generation nods.

'Cause you'll have less free time. You don't want to make an extra effort. Whoa, that's why the second generation had the bow, but they chose the bow to keep up with the first generation's back.'

(Then why don't you pick a sword?

You see you thought so, says the third generation.

'That sounds strange, doesn't it? But I wanted to catch up at first, and I still can't... so I tried to cover from behind the first generation. I guess I admired it.'

The first generation to wield the Great Sword and slaughter demons did look good.

The way of life that opened up the future of the Walt family with one sword was problematic but still attractive.

Third generation says.

'It was subtle at the end, but I was also seen where I could say what I wanted to say and help a boy resembling my son. Wouldn't that have turned out good?

My chest hurts when I hear it.

I also feel sorry for you.

If only I were more solid...

If I could stab myself in the stomach then...

The faces of Mr. Marcus and the others came to mind unexpectedly.

The third generation calls out.

"Does Lyell hate Marcus and the others?

I'll see how I feel. On second thought, I came up with a childlike reason.

"... I hate it. But it was also my responsibility. I don't know what to do."

'You don't have to hate it. Instead, they're troublesome people from the people we use. I can't even do the job I asked for properly. So I'm about to come out, so it's funny.'

The third generation will have a serious look.

"You're the type who hates the second generation. I'm sure if I was there, I wouldn't have heard you yelling at me. That female knight named Norma was brilliant. If you were with a good boss, you would have been an excellent knight '

In the third generation, I wonder what to do with them.

"What should I do?

"Is it their treatment? Then... '

I decided to adopt a third generation opinion.

- Nowem was checking Norma's report.

I've had it rewritten many times near Porter, and I'm busy moving around around dismantling demons and treating victims.

So was the repair of the broken wall, but Marcus and the others, who ignored the order, had been forced to help repair the village as punishment.

Nowem exhales.

"No. Why does your name even come up like this? I thought you were on the east side, and you're giving directions on the north side as well. And you're wrong about the number of demons you've defeated."

Norma says it and argues it.

"Even if we don't do this, it won't stand out!

Nowem says back to Kippari.

"I don't have the credibility of this report. If you don't write something that convinces you, it will be judged false."

"But..."

Commander's job is not to fight in the field.

Even so, Norma finishes the report to pinch her activities.

Clark, with a bandage around his head nearby, exhales and persuades Norma.

"Captain, Griffon's exorcism is definitely a feat. Besides, the village was protected and the damage was minimal...... bad way of putting it, but with three extremely few victims. There's no doubt of birth."

Clark says there are also disadvantages to the royal palace if Griffon's exorcism could not be achieved here.

Because if you crusade Griffon in the future, you can't expect a reward, it will greatly soften the will of the knights and soldiers.

Norms with visible results are bound to emerge.

No, Clark explained that future standards would go crazy if we didn't let them.

And Clark sees Nowem.

"But it's nice to decide that you bought out Griffon and the demon corpse for five hundred gold coins, but I don't think you'll get that much money even if Griffon's in good condition, right?

Money that has been scattered in this demonic exorcism, but the knight or soldier received it is a bad external source.

It is also a matter of transferring command.

But there's money scattered around the village, so trying to hide it isn't something you can hide.

So, Norma and the others borrowed money from the Lyells and repaid their debts with the bodies of Griffon and Hippogriff.

Nowem hadn't heard much about what was going on around there, but he had followed it because it was about Lyell.

"Because it is the instructions of Master Lyell. Now, Mr. Norma needs to write a report for everyone."

Norma continued to write reports about the work of more than a hundred of his men and how the dead struggled.

I can't write in Clark, so Norma was writing it up under Nowem's watch.

Nowem, who was familiar with paperwork, had also been selected as a watchdog.

Norma complains about bumps.

"For all...... those five wouldn't be necessary, would they? You didn't stab the hippogriff. Serious mistake. You think it's demoted?

Nowem smiled.

"No. I'll have it all written down so that everyone gets paid quite a bit. And when it comes to numbers, I will defeat the demons on the way home and multiply them."

Norma also depended on his own birth, and it wasn't strange to aim to win one here.

For that reason, near Norma...

"Look, just write it down. I'll give your father a proper report. how hard you worked."

Shannon, a nigga, sat in front of Norma.

I enjoy sipping drinks and seeing the norm I'm about to regret.

"... I didn't hear you had a daughter from the Circleys!

"You didn't say. As a result, I have a sister, so I will retaliate if I don't make the promises."

To Nowem's threats, Norma turns to the paperwork.

Hands are dirty with ink, and more and more paper is piled up for write-downs.

"You can do it! Do it!"

Norma kept writing the paperwork, screaming remorsefully.

Look at that, Nowem gives the instructions.

"I don't write my name! Why do you write that you gave precise instructions in battle on the north side when you are in command in the center! It's confusing!

He was shown how he usually wrote lies in reports, and Clark seemed to have a different pain than that because of a head injury -.

Seeing Luca unleash an arrow towards the target.

I was pulling my bow so hard I was sweating on my forehead.

The figure seemed to overlap with the memory of a second generation somewhere.

The arrows hit the target and Luca is thrilled.

"Yay! I wonder if this will make me look like Master Lyell too!

Luca, who saw me take down Hippogriff with a silver bow, was seriously trying to learn the bow that she wanted to be like me.

It was the second day since I defeated Griffon, but I was mentoring Luca when I left my job to the Nowems.

"Show it over as soon as I can. I don't specialize... but I'm good at it."

Praise makes Luca happy.

Nearby, Clara had a book available with her skills.

"Mr. Lyell, we've got everything ready."

What Clara brought is a copied book.

Clara remembers the reading, writing, and calculations for the children, so she prepared them.

Paper and ink are giving away what they had because they were taken care of at Luca's house.

"This, is there so much?

When Luca looked at Clara, she looked a little ungrateful.

I know you don't like studying, but I told you I'd try my best to be like you.

says Clara smiling.

"The letters are large and easy to read. I have some illustrations, so I think it's easy to understand. You might want to ask someone who can read it."

I say to Luca, who returns my bow to me and tries to receive the book.

"I'll do that."

"Huh? But..."

The bow, which replaced the string, decided to give it to Luca along with the remaining arrows.

The second generation seemed to be happier.

"I have my bow. And because it's a little small, you can use it."

"Yeah!"

I saw Luca with the bow happily, and Clara was laughing too.

And I'll ask what bothered me.

"Clara, when does that book disappear?

Then Clara says it back with a straight face.

"... Mr. Lyell. Sometimes the world is better off not knowing. For example, let's say you copied an infinite number of books. Why don't you have someone in trouble come out?

I was surprised to hear it and wondered if the books I copied with my skills could also disappear.

There is a third generation of voices from the treasure ball.

"... Oh no, this one looks so cute"

If you try the third generation that likes books, Clara would be the ideal woman.

And Clara laughs, "It's a lie."

"Are you lying?

"A lie, or a copy of a book, disappears when the person who used the skills dies. For example... wouldn't it be hard if you let important materials be managed with those skills and disappeared? Besides, this skill is basically expressed by people who like books. Most people don't want a bad future for a book."

In this case, Clara didn't seem to have had any problems.

I guess skills aren't omnipresent either.

"... the guy who used it is strong,"

Clara snapped her neck when the second generation squeaked at the words she had previously said.

I say happily looking at Luca with her bow up.

"Nothing."