Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

My breath, which was sobbing, calmed down, and soon I began to hear a calm sleep.

Gently move the hand covering the eyes. The eyes are slightly red and swollen, with tear marks remaining, but the sleeping face is peaceful.

Gently scooped the drops remaining on Johan's corner of the eye with my finger, and I breathed relief.

"... A little rest, please."

While petting your hair, mutter in a small voice.

Golden hair loses its shine with sweat and mud, and is crisp. The neat features are still as usual, but there are dark circles around the eyes. The skin is sunburned and full of abrasions. And a white bandage covering the forehead. If it were clean, it would be a tattered prince like a perfect prince comparable to his brother.

But, it looked amazing to me.

"Before I look at it, I get handsome."

Gently follow the shaved cheeks with your fingers.

The nose line, thin lips, and sharp jaws that draw sharp lines are also different from those I know. The muscular hands, necks, and throats are also unfamiliar.

Even the voice I heard a little earlier was low and surprised.

But it wasn't just the appearance that made the surprising change.

The performance of Johann, heard from the knights of the Wind Kingdom and the villagers, is like a hero. I can't relate to my brother who was following me like a chick. But if you look at the tattered Johan, you know that it's not a lie or an exaggeration.

Oh, I did my best. Along with understanding slowly as the water soaked, love and pride grew.

My brother is a crybaby and selfish.

There is no brother who says I only need it.

It's just a little lonely. But I was more than happy.

My brother is amazing, right? Is it cool?

I want to boast about it like that.

"... I'll do my best too."

I want to stay with you, but there is still a lot to do.

Every Kuah will be running around for treatment. Prince Nacht returned to the royal capital to get relief supplies and food. Leonhard accompanies the prince as escort. When everyone is working desperately, one person can't work slowly.

Finally stroked his head again and stood up quietly to avoid Johan.

If you open the door gently, your eyes will meet the outside child.

For some reason, people were gathering in front of the house. As soon as I looked at me, I opened my mouth to say something, and I hurriedly pressed my finger on my lips. Johan gets up.

People covered their mouths with their palms to understand what I meant. My child is closing her mouth with both hands, which makes me smile.

Close the door gently, and then squat down. He looked into the child's face and gestured that he could talk.

The child who takes his hand off his mouth turns his gaze away from me. A tightly squeezed fist and squeezed lips were eloquently told.

But the child raises his face, as determined.

"... Sister is your older sister, right?"

"Yes, that's right. My brother sleeping here is my brother."

If you affirm, the child's face was distorted as it began to cry.

Before I reach my eyes, the child dashes down.

"I'm sorry!"

"eh?"

"I'm to blame, because I told my brother to help him ... he got hurt."

The child desperately spins words while enduring tears.

"No, the bad is me! I was involved with the child's father!"

"No, I'm bad! I threw a stone."

"No, I am!"

I, I, I ’m no different.

People confess their sins in a fight. I wiped my child's tears, but kept my eyes black and white.

I know for the first time that we can understand if we fight against each other for our sins.

It happened in a disease-stricken village with food and medicine running out. It's no wonder people justify themselves that it was inevitable. But they are all facing their sins.

If this is what Johan has protected, I think it's really amazing. I protected my mind as well as my body.

I'm happy and sick. I want to grab my heart.

Johanne wants to brag about my brother's protection. As I'd like to say, my younger brother, isn't that impressive?

Your sister isn't as sick as saying her brother's credit as her own.

"I'm sorry, older sister. Would you hurt your older brother?"

Pain, and press your finger on the lips of the child. The child whose mouth was forcibly closed was stunning. As she smiles, her eyes, full of tears, open up even further.

"Your sister's brother stumbled over a tree root."

"..."

"So that injury is not the fault of anyone."

The people around me gasped at my words. I think he understood the meaning of the word correctly.

As the Knights say, if Johann is known to be the Prince of Nebel, this story must be closed here.

Otherwise, there would be no point in saying Johan's "stumbled on a tree root".

But only children were different. The straight eyes are appealing that they are different. Its purity seemed very precious.

"But ... if that child's injury was caused by trying to protect someone"

Scoop up the child's hands.

"Thank you, not sorry."

"!"

The big eyes blink blinking.

"I'll be more pleased with that."

When he laughed, he nodded.

Stroke your head with a good child, then get up.

"Thank you very much for your worries and for your gathering. He is okay to rest, so please return to his family."

When I looked around and told people around, I was stunned for some reason. After a few seconds they returned to me and looked at me with a strange expression. The gaze of observing unknown creatures cannot be honest.

"... you are"

"Yes?"

"Really a princess ... no, it's good, nothing."

The young man who spoke was immediately withdrawn. He shook his head, dazzled his eyes and laughed.

I tried to continue the question I stopped, but I was called a little earlier and from a distance. Looking back, Lily is waving her hand.

"Mary, can you help me here?"

"Yes!"

I bowed to them and ran to Lily.

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