That was my sixth birthday.
Read, write, and converse completely already. And he's also improving his swordsmanship, trying to walk raw as me as Lazareth, not as me as a wise man to some extent.
But my power as a sage that has been sealed, I want that back. I felt that way, too.
Cyan hates magic. So I guess it's unfaithful to get it back.
But I still looked pitiful and ugly about myself craving that power.
That's when Cyan talked to me carelessly, wondering about me sitting in my birthday seat.
"... Lasalles. What's the matter with you?
"Huh? Oh, no. Nothing."
"You don't float. Could you have been sick?
"... not, the..."
Should I ask?
Why do you hate magic?
But some magic was created to take people's lives.
So I can't say anything nasty.
When I held my mouth and thought about what to do, I thought it was awkward. Scott smiled and handed me the wrap and smiled.
"Yes, Lazareth. I have a present for you!
"A gift?"
"Oh, open that wrap."
I spread the handed cloth wrap on my desk.
There, not a wooden dagger given to me when I was five, but now an iron dagger was right in front of me.
The iron one looks just like the shape of the wooden one, and is equally familiar with the hand.
But iron is much heavier. If I lose any power at all, I'm going to drop it.
"What do you say? I had my father's friend make that for me. It's the only sword in the world, only Lazareth."
"... just me"
"Oh. Lazareth will travel, won't he? Then I'll do it for protection. Well, it's best not to use it."
That's what I say and laugh at, Scott.
I look at myself and I see a silver-haired boy there.
This is Lasalles. It's not me.
This gift is for Lazareth, not for me.
But why?
I can't help but be happy. The emotions that I want to keep in my eyes are spilling out of the ordinary.
"Oh, that? Maybe you didn't like it?
"... no, I'm really glad. Thanks."
"Oh well. If you like it, it's more than anything."
That's what Scott says and smiles at me.
I pluck my tears with my hands, and I sheath my body.
At that time, a loud noise sounded all over the house as if something had broken in the kitchen.
"... did you even crack a plate? I'm just gonna take a look."
Cyan gets up and walks to the kitchen.
I didn't try to stop it either. Because I thought the plate was broken in the same way.
But the choice was wrong.
"Don't move! Put your arms behind your head!
A stranger is poking a dagger at Cyan's neck.
That meant hostages.
"Cyan!"
"Whoa, don't move. We'll take the Mercury family property."
The man tells him so with a humble grin, while two men come into the room from behind the door with a grin as well.
"Please, only Lazareth!
"Oh? Is there a kid here too? Just fine, you can sell it to slaves at a high price?
To the man's words, the others who agree.
I felt nauseous when I saw him.
Colosseum.
"Lazareth, run!
"Hey kid. You know what happens to your mother if you run away, right?
From instinct, I can plant fear in them.
He's only a six-year-old instinct because he's unconscious.
So I couldn't move then and all I could do was beep my teeth and cry.
That's when something strange happened to the men's bodies.
The man's hand, which was holding Cyan back, went icy from the dagger's side.
I am well aware of that power.
Cian was using magic.
Oh, Omoidacita. Oreja Coitz Sittail.
"Lazareth, run!
"Cyan, you...!
I flee desperately to react to Cyan's words.
I can't take them down. That's what my instincts were telling me.
I also learned swordsmanship. I also learned magic.
But all I could do was run.
"Dude, are you gonna pee?
One man is coming after me.
If they catch you, they'll kill you. I'm sure swordsmanship and magic remain meaningless.
So now we have to run.
It's okay. I'm sure they'll live.
I just have to believe that now.
I jump out of the house and start climbing the mountain behind me.
Running down depressed paths, polluting shoes with bouncing mud and fearing the weeping wildlife.
Still, I just had to keep running.
But there was a limit to my strength.
I can't breathe anymore. On the contrary, I can't stand.
I hold my breath and hide in the trees.
And after a while, a man who had been following me came floating with his breath rough.
"... ze, ze. Shit, that fucking kid. Where the fuck did he go?"
That's what the man says and pulls out his sword and starts looking around.
Should I come to my stomach now? When I put my hand on the dagger I was nostalgic for, someone spoke from behind me.
"Found"
There, anger and tiredness. And certainty about victory.
The look on the man's face was so faint that all of it could be seen.
"... why"
"Ah?"
"Why did you attack us! There's nothing wrong with us...
"Where is the guy who picks people and robs them? If there's a reason... you're the Mercury family."
... because it's the Mercures family?
Is that why this happiness was broken?
I remember the world before me.
Because I'm a demon, I killed him. I killed him.
So I'm sure how I feel about this guy...
"... fellow haters, huh?"
"Ah?"
"... I will not forgive you. Even if you keep apologizing at the bottom of hell."
"Oh, I'm scared. Totally when you're a kid these days."
The man waved his sword down, despite being in the middle of the conversation.
I'll put a dagger on it.
Saa, Colosseum.
Kenjanotokinoiouni, mouitide.
"... it's worth killing, but it's worth it."
The man stares at this one with an angry eye as to where the grin had gone earlier.
For a moment I did feel terrified.
Was it your instinct as a boy? Or did you get scared of standing up to this guy like me?
Either way, it's too late.
His sword was piercing my shoulder.
At that moment, I lost to this guy.