I see the morning sun pouring in through the window and think back to the old days.
"... that's not a dream, is it?"
... I get out of bed and sit in a nearby chair and sigh.
Scott or Cyan died.
by them who had no edge whatsoever.
"I wish it was a dream". So he murmured and rose out of his chair, and opened the door, and there stood Sophia in her sleeping clothes.
"... what's wrong?
"It's breakfast."
That's all Sophia said, she started walking toward the dining room.
But he hasn't woken up completely, and his feet are stuck.
Besides, I think the earlier response is a little weird now.
"... are you okay?
"You have no brother-in-law to worry about."
... You came all the way out here to wake me up, so I thought you'd forgive me a little bit, but that didn't matter.
I was walking ahead of Sophia and walking around looking at her at the bumpy girlfriend at her feet as she turned back, she was following me to the dining room at some point.
In the dining room, Bettenburg, already situated behind a round table, was watching us nagging.
"Morning, both of you. Looking good today, above all."
"Good Morning"
"... good morning"
Sophia gently bowed her head to such Bethenburg and took a seat at the meal.
It's early in the morning, so I don't do maid footsteps.
So it was quiet during the meal, but before I could get my hands on the meal, Bettenburg, who had already eaten, opened his mouth.
"Yes, Mr. Lazareth. Do you have any plans to do something today?
"Nothing in particular."
I think it would be rarer if I already had errands in the house I just came to.
"It's superimposed. So today, could you accompany me to my sword training?
"Mr. Bettenburg, are you here in swordsmanship?
"Oh. What do you say yourself, but you're pretty strong."
... Doesn't look that way though.
An old man in the middle of forty, no matter what he looks like.
My hair is mostly dyed gray and looks extra old because of the monocle.
When I saw it, I did paperwork at the Royal Palace. Yes, it was like that.
"Well, let's just say I go to the courtyard first. Sophia, show him when you're done eating."
"... why me?
"The maids work from eight o'clock and now it's six o'clock. I'm not impressed with overtime."
Bethenburg leaves the dining room laughing and disappears.
I grabbed the bread as she pressed me after I looked over at her.
Apparently the meal in this house doesn't taste good.
I was escorted to Sofia after that, and I arrived in the courtyard.
Lawn is laid in the courtyard and flowers are planted in every corner.
In the middle of it was Bettenburg, who had removed the monocle, playing prep gymnastics and waiting for us.
"Sophia, look at you too."
"How could I?
"It's necessary."
A word of restraint stabs Sophia as she tries to return.
I didn't even care about her like that, I had a wooden dagger entrusted to me by Scott.
You mean you don't need prep gymnastics?
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"Well, then."
Lift the skinny wooden sword that Bettenburg was falling on the lawn and set the tip of the sword against me.
I'll stick my right arm and right leg forward, too, and try to hide my left arm with my body.
"... I'm going!
Unlike when I was five years old, I run once and then pack my pains, try to fly from there and dive into my nostalgia.
And then he springs his legs up to push the tip of his sword against Bettenburg's throat, but he tries to take it with his slender sword.
But I could already read that.
I set my aim on the sword, and I deviated the sword from me, and then I gently followed his side with my sword tip so as not to kill the momentum.
"There's a battle,"
When I shrugged, he laughed a little and then sat down on the lawn.
"... I see this is amazing. The sword muscle is you, Scott."
After saying so and clapping, he returned home with his slender sword.
But I didn't feel comfortable that one question had crossed my mind and won.
How could I have told you that the sword muscle looked just like my father's?
Earlier, it just seemed like he couldn't react to my sword.
Could he be going out of his way to see my sword muscle...?
When I tried to return to my room with a wooden sword, Sophia, who had tried to shut up from behind, suddenly spoke to me.
"... Lazareth, the..."
"What's up?
"... tell me"
I can't hear you very well.
I heard the part where you wanted me to tell you, but what the hell is this about?
"What?
"... its swordsmanship, tell me"
"Fine, but why? Sophia wants to be a soldier?
"Whatever you want."
As always, I'm not sure where it is.
But I was really happy that you relied on me, not Bettenburg.
But it's not like I don't have a heart.
Why is she trying to learn swordsmanship from me?
And why did Bettenburg deliberately lose?
But now I can't help thinking about it.
I nodded forcefully at her right in front of me.