"Konia, behind!"
A small woman called Konia turned around at Marida's warning. A startling color floats on the orange eyes like an acorn for an instant.
"Ah……!"
The sound spilled out of her small mouth was her last word. Shortly after waving a dagger in his hand, blood spills out from a wound cut diagonally from his right shoulder to his left hip.
"Konia!"
Cyrill's scream resounds indoors.
No one wants to support the body of Konia who falls. There are no people who can afford it.
Lady: The tearing wind looks white -----!
Experienced Orphelia, unaffected by her companion's death, immediately casts a counterattack at the assailant. The created intangible blade flies to the assailant while roaring.
But a magical blade that would normally have enough destructive power to sever an enemy would be blocked by a purple barrier in front of Konia's enemy.
"Magic barrier! Is it a magician?"
There is a gap in the surprised redhead magician.
"Go down!"
Who was faster with Nicole's voice telling about the danger? The assailant approaches Orphelia at a speed that is unlikely to be a human activity, and randomly swings the sword in his hand.
"Orphelia!"
The assailant's sword cut Orphelia's neck off, as if sneering at Nicol's rush to stop. His head fell with a rattling noise, and then a sorcerer, who had been a friend of the past, fell to the floor, turning into a silent bloody object.
Incongruity "Penetrating is a fluctuation of a brave knight ---!"
Kirill, who had been standing upright suddenly, finally casts magic. The three rock bullets that appear in the air rotate and fly toward the assailant, but the assailant twists and dodges the two rock bullets and flies off the last one with a sword.
"You must be kidding!"
When Marida was surprised by the impossibility, the assailant seemed to aim Cyril at her next target, leaning down on her sword.
"Do you want to!"
Nicole stands in front of it. The assailant's sword and Nicole's sword collide with an unpleasant sound.
"Cyrill! You run away with your young lady!"
"But Nicole!"
Nicole turns words into another person, as Cyril's voice appears lost.
"Young lady!"
Marrieda decides that the situation will only get worse if he keeps fighting here, and as Nicol says, decides to retreat immediately. In a small room, Cyrills can't use massive magic, and Marida's presence here is nothing but Nicole's gauntlet.
Of course, the enemy who turned down Konia and Orphelia's lives in an instant is known to be far from easily competing with Nicole. But even with Marida and Cyrill here, Nicole only has more people to protect. Each person does not have to worry about the back, so it must be easier to fight.
"I'll call for you right away, so don't die!"
"Who are you talking to!"
Nicole, who could answer such a critical situation lightly, relied on Marida.
He has earned tremendous trust in his ability to defend Marrieda despite being in desperate times. And Nicole believes that in Nicole Marrieda would not make a mistake with easy feelings. That's why they can tell each other the best choices to make now.
"Cyrill, Greches outside-!"
Marrieda, who said, gasps.
"Oh, Ma, Marida ..."
Light is lost from Cyril's eyes toward Marida. A silver elongated blade grew on the throat. No, it was penetrated from behind the neck and penetrated.
The head of Kirill, who spilled blood, drooped forward without force.
"Kiriru!"
"Gup!"
Nicole shouted in pain to overlap with the cry of Marrieda. You can see that his left arm has been cut off from his elbow.
"Nicol!"
"Run away, young lady! These guys are ordinary."
The sword of the assailant is pierced into Nicole's eyebrows, thinking of Marrieda to the end, as if it were a fork in a confectionery.
"Nicoloo!"
Marida's view loses color.
Nikol reluctantly repelled the enemy at any time, and helped Marida with complaining. He was hung with his head pierced by a sword.
Marrieda's head turns white and Marida falls into the sensation that something important has been removed from her body.
It's not a short relationship. He hired an escort because he was a good mercenary, and had been walking together for nearly a decade.
The position when standing side by side, the stride when walking together in the city, the cooperation when entering the battle without warning. An implicit understanding that was one of the guardians and one of the escorts.
He likes and dislikes drinks and food, has a displeased face that shows up when he wakes up, and has a personality that sticks to unexpected details. You don't really need to know, but you can understand it naturally if you spend a long time together.
Now when she notices the pain of losing it, Marida's eyes begin to spill over with tears-and the burning heat of her left chest strikes.
"Ah……"
Turning to his left chest, Marrieda notices for the first time that a bloody sword protrudes from it.
I have difficulty breathing. The throat was blocked by warm liquid and rose to my mouth, even though I didn't ask.
Marrieda slowly twists her neck in the doll-like movement of the mechanism to look behind her. There was an assailant who had pierced Cyril's chest earlier.
"Kaha"
The body reflexes to expel the liquid in an attempt to secure the airway. A red irony liquid spills from Marida's mouth, partly on the assailant's face.
A gentle-faced assailant with no scars will not try to avoid it. There was no human-like light floating in his eyes, and neither his cheeks nor his mouth showed any movements that could make his face feel. The white crown, which wrapped around the forehead, seemed to be a gorgeous decoration, and Marida felt strangely humorous at the discrepancy with the expressionless face.
My vision is getting darker.
My body hit something and made a loud noise. You realize that you have fallen to the floor, just like someone else.
The footsteps of assailants leaving the quiet room. You can hear the sound of battle from a distance. Apparently not only the Maridas were attacked.
The attackers are not the only ones. In a fading consciousness, Marrieda wept only in her heart, feeling the icy cold.
"Huh, huh, huh ..."
Marrieda jumps out of bed and holds her breath, wrapped in cold sweat. The gray bangs stuck to the forehead, and the nape of the nape was discomforting. The surroundings were dark and quiet.
"Huh, huh ... this is ... which one?"
Tweet without asking anyone.
"... Laitin's own room?"
Marida looks around in a little calm place and picks up a thick diary from a table placed right next to the bed. When I put my hand on the cover, the cover flashed dimly as it traced its shape, and the diary, which had just been closed, opened softly.
In a room with no light, look out for the slight moonlight coming in through the window. The first page that was opened had a large sentence with a short sentence, "Here is reality." After seeing it, Marida finally realizes that this is a reality.
"Sorry .... It didn't work again this time ..."
As soon as Marida turns on the room, she opens the end of her diary and writes down the scene she had been looking at. It was an unpleasant sight that I didn't want to remember, but if I didn't write it down while I was still in memory, I could repeat the same mistake again.
The power of "dreaming" to experience a real rehearsal in a dream.
The power that he didn't want was the only reason Marrieda was able to make the most of the best trading company at a young age, and on the contrary, he knew the truth that he didn't need to know because of his power. There is no power to change the future or to make sure predictions. It's just about knowing what choices will have consequences for what may happen in the future.
"How many times was this?"
All he can do is build up a record of his failures and come up with options for elimination. With a few exceptions, abilities are essentially invisible to others. Even if Marrieda makes the same choice, if he talks to another person, the action taken by that person will change the outcome.
I don't know why I have this ability, but Marrieda has never thought it was a blessing or a talent. This was a curse.
"I'm tired of being killed every night"
It's still good if you only dream to die. But in this dream, you can see Nicol and Cyrill killed in front of you every time. It would be a nightmare, to say the least.
One after another, those who will become close to one another in the future will be killed, and finally their lives will be taken away. Better than a childhood dream of anticipating the death of his parents, it was still a nightmare.
"I wouldn't say luxury to show a good dream ..."
I have only seen happy dreams when my parents were still alive. After waking up to this power, most of the dreams that come to mind are all about the filthyness and humbleness of human beings.
There are countless things killed in dreams, never dropped by slaves or people, or sold to prostitutes once or twice. He is still clean, but his heart has been diminished due to being forced into violence by a man's desire in a dream. Despite being over twenty years old, the desire to find a partner in life doesn't come up at all simply because of the busy running of the firm.
"I want you to sleep well at least once every 10 days."
You won't be able to escape the nightmare series until you find the best way. Sadness For Marida, sleep was not a repose, it was.
Its mental fatigue is not uncommon.
An uninterrupted round trip between reality and dreams. Moreover, it is a dream with a sense of realism that cannot be perceived as being different from reality. Occasionally, Marrieda could not tell whether she was dreaming or in the real world.
"Speaking of which, wasn't it time that the Aldiss were coming from the capital city?"
I knew in a dream that Aldis was being chased away from the royal capital and arrived in Leiting. But for that reason, I couldn't understand my dream.
"But the reason for being chased by the royal capital is heresy recognition .... It's really useless as Aldis says."
A few days ago, he heard a decree from the church and only knew why. If we knew in advance, there would have been more work.
"Time is ... dawn soon"
When Marida gets out of bed, she closes her diary and places it on her desk. While taking off the sticky sleepwear with sweat, he spells words to hint at himself.
"This is reality. This is rating. I'm Marrieda, and now I'm the chairman of Litte Shokai."
It was a ritual to draw a line between dream and reality.
"Let's do our best all day today ... Runi. Tonight, end that nightmare."
By taking a playful tone and attitude, you will realize that you are living the reality with your own will. By doing so, you remind yourself that this is not a dream that doesn't go your way. In a situation where reality and dreams are likely to be intricately mixed, it was the best resistance Marieda could do to protect her mind from this ability.