Story of The Ancient Demon King!

Episode 14: The Memory of the Boy

Was it in your dreams or your memories?

Most of them are obtuse nowadays, but even so, his calm smile is vividly recalled.

"Bren, I'm glad you're dealing with me, but it's time to make a hobby like Killier's sister."

Lassia on the hospital bed looked at Killier's picture with a soft smile.

A very natural and calm smile that clearly expresses pleasure from the bottom of your heart.

Your young Killier is satisfied with the way she always praises me differently.

"It's time for me to teach you the sword."

A tough father, also known as a bear, shouted before Bren answered.

I don't want to know if it's my family or servants, but I feel intimidated.

But when you finally taught me the sword, just like my sister, an uncontrollable excitement came first.

"You can tell me, but be careful not to get hurt or overdo it."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry. Of course, it won't be tough."

I responded to the words of my beloved wife, illuminated without a trace.

I only know such a father, but I often hear rumors of the sword demon.

Everyone who knows him won't believe it. It's like a scene in Lacea's room.

Happy sights of everyday life that are common to us.

Lassia is in the center, Killier and herself on the side of the bed, and Yavan, a father who tends to be a little distant.

Raghelin, who used to be the doctor in charge, joins us here.

For some reason, Len and Soden seemed to have only met their mother by themselves.I still don't know why.

"Your father and grandfather are great swordsmen who might even beat Nidai, so Bren will surely be good."

As usual, my mother's slender hands stroke her head softly.

Bren was always talking to her by the bed.

When I think about it now, it seems that it was just sweet.

At this time, it seemed natural.

The next day.

My mother's illness also goes well and I often walk outside these days.

"Hah, hah, hah..."

"... um, let's go this far. Bren, get some rest."

I was taught how to swing a sword in the courtyard and repeated it about ten times in a row.

Ma'am, it's a towel.

"Oh, thank you, K'Chua... Bren, I'll wipe your sweat. --That's good."

When she received the towel from the maid, she stood up on the wipe and walked from the shade of the tree to Blen, which was crawling on all fours.

"Ma'am, if you come out to the sun, you'll be in trouble!"

"It's okay. If you don't move when you can, you'll lose weight when you lie down.I'd rather be weak. "

Even as the impatient maid roughed up her voice, Lacea showed an innocent smile like a child who had succeeded in a prank.

Until now, it has not been possible due to the influence of strict methods, such as raising the voice of employees.

Lassia's influence was altering the atmosphere itself with the people in the Mansion.

"Lassia, I'll do it. You sit in the chair!"

"Well, are you going to treat me like an intruder?"

"Jih, jih, I wasn't disturbing you!"

"Don't say that out loud?I'm surprised. "

"Ugh... I'm sorry."

Once again, Lassia is entertained by a red-faced yarban stroking her cheeks.

There is something in harmony and peace of mind.

"Come on, show your face. I'll wipe it."

Killier, who watched over his brother's practice, wiped his strokes and sweat on his mother's behalf.

Stream stone is the sister who told me that there was something shining in the sod.

It hurts so much. It seemed like it was being shredded with joy.

"Come, Killier, if you make it so strong, you'll get hurt."

"... but, Bren, I'm sweating so hard..."

Then came Mother in haste, and took Killier's hand,

"Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to wipe you gently when I poop on you."

"Ooh...!"

The impressive Killier often wipes his face, which should have been wiped off.

"... unfortunately, Bren can't feel the genius of the sword."

"Nh!!"

My heart rang suddenly.

Rather than the meaning of words, I perceived it with my father's pitiful expression and voice.

Shouldn't I do swordsmanship anymore?

Even though it's so fun, can it be covered?

"Oh, does that mean so much to your talent?"

"... if you're a bad swordsman, you'll only lose and die."

"You don't have to be connected to work, do you?And since we were kids, it's too soon for us adults to shut down, and above all, it's pathetic. "

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With a strong tone all the time, Lassia's troubled face, Yarban, seemed to disagree and feel painful.

With such a husband in her ass, Lassia hugs them.

"I want you to go through a lot.Thanks to your grandfather and your father's blood, you were born so you could move... "

For Lassia, who was sick and had lived in bed since childhood, it was lucky that she couldn't change anything.

"Lassia...."

Rasia, who was born as the daughter of the Marquis, deliberately entered the border because she could be healed quietly.

Yarban, who was not interested in choosing a daughter-in-law, intended to welcome Lacea only for the Marquis's sole hope.

That has now become irreplaceable.

For example, her strong heart, which cannot be defeated by her illness, and her charm, which comes from her bright personality.

But... more often than this, Lassia gets sick.

"Coho, coho!... hah, hah, sorry, Bren"

Lassia smiles even more thin as her crying face blends.

Don't look at me like that.Your mother will be fine soon.It's always like this. "

"Okasama...."

Wipe the tears with your fingers and say with eyes that feel a strong will.

"I'll never lose until you grow up."

It was an unusual and somewhat powerful word for my mother.

"All you have to do is enjoy your sword outside.I could really cheer you up if I watched you move your body with pleasure through the window. "

"Nh!!!"

Fufu, thank you.

I stared at Bren, nodding fiercely and mercifully.

Bren began to wave his sword more diligently from that day on, if his mother wanted him to be well.

As much time as I could spare, I was shaking it.

Had it not been for this word, I would have put down my sword.

"Bren, it's about time...."

"Oh no... not yet."

"Don't push it.Your wife should do her utmost to cure her illness. "

"... I see..."

Raghelin gently encouraged me to leave Lacea's room.

A glimpse of Lassia's anxious expression appeared as she left the room, leaving a strong impression of the time.

And after six months of fighting...

"... Killier, please, Bren... Bren... don't let oneechan get in trouble...?"

As if he had given up already, his sister and brother could not stop crying.

"You... you're killing everyone..."

"Wait!! I can't do such a clever imitation!!If you weren't here!!Me.... "

"Don't slap me big....?"

Grab Yavan's hand and squeeze out his usual light mouth.

There was also a steep facial sod on the spot, and then Lacea seemed to be quietly looking at him.

Bren was full of himself, and even if he remembered, he wasn't distracted by his surroundings.

From this day on, everyday life will dissolve.

From this day on, when Lacea left...

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Your consciousness is getting clearer.

When you open your eyes while feeling intense laziness, you can see the usual ceiling.

In the morning, I felt like I had overslept quite a bit.

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Gently rubbing my eyes... it looks like tears were floating.

But it's good to remember.

I was able to wave my sword again.

My mother will always help me.

He's watching me...

"............!!"

I remember being attacked there last night.

Look at the bandage on your arm and be sure who did it.

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"... hah!! Bryn-kun!? Taken away... where did you go!?"

Bren disappeared just as the lady warrior appointed to escort him was switching water.