After that, we were told to rest in our own room and we were walking towards the room.
We never talked to each other.
Sometimes about the devil...... before that, it was big that the sights of war burned in my head and I couldn't leave.
Death saves and I don't know how to bend that idea.
But it still comes to the heart that a man without sin is thus murdered unharmed.
Sofia seems to have the same thing coming to her heart, and she looked back over and over in the direction of the dining room, which is a refuge.
That's when I got a voice from the front.
"... hey"
"... Oh, Rick"
When he raises his hand gently, I raise it just like a snack.
... Since that dungeon with him, just a little awkward.
"... you know,"
"What the fuck?"
"Thanks. Thanks to you, many people have been saved."
"A lot of people saved?
... There is something in his words that holds onto him.
The only girl I saved was that girl.
Plus, I've seen a lot more bodies of people I couldn't save.
"... Rick, I'm not making a big deal of it. I just helped that girl, nothing else..."
"You knocked the one who came into town, didn't you? Besides, I heard you two took down the big guy, didn't you?
"Oh, but that's it..."
"It's nothing. If you hadn't stopped them, there'd still be more damage."
That said, he puts his hand on my shoulder.
... I guess it's his tenderness, but now that arm felt unusually heavy.
"Besides, you saved just one person, didn't you? I can only hold a weapon as a soldier, but you can also hold a man's hand. Be proud, Lazareth."
"... proud, or"
"Oh. So stretch your chest and walk! Even though war is hard to survive, you saved people even more!
I felt saved just a little by him laughing so loudly.
"I can hold a man's hand too,"?
You never even thought about that.
"Sir Bettenburg, I beg your pardon for the deafness."
"No, thank you. … I feel saved, too"
"Really? Good for you."
That's all he says, he walks back on his heels.
... Did you come all the way here to tell me that turning my heel back?
"You're a good man, he"
"Oh."
"... Lasalles?
"Hmm?"
"That, the tears..."
When I touched my cheek, there were definitely tears.
... Why not? It shouldn't be bitter to be sad.
And yet, it's not even going to stop.
My heart is so calm, it's not going to stop.
"... let's go back. It's cold in here, isn't it?
"... oh. Okay."
I walk into my room wiping my overflowing tears.
Now that I think about it, it's probably the first time I've directly saved someone in a war.
Is that why? The reason for earlier tears also......
I open the door, take off my coat and lie down in my own bed.
The quality of the bed is pretty good, and it accepts my weight without bouncing, so it's less onerous on my body.
Besides, it smells soft somewhere, so if you close your eyes, you're going to fall asleep.
When I hit the back of my head, the sword on the wall caught my eye.
The sword looked familiar.
"... zar"
I will utter his name.
The spell has disappeared from my body and my memory of him is returning little by little.
So now I finally understand too that what he said was not a lie.
Zahr, who used to fall in the woods, almost looked like he was starving to death.
Me and my parents, who were walking in the woods by chance, gave him bread like that.
Now I think it's just cheap to bake wheat, but still he thanked us so many times.
I remember hearing him tell me from his mouth that he was here when he realized and that his memory had almost disappeared.
I'm sure he was also meant to thank me for that bread.
... but there is one part of him that I care about in his words.
I don't think I had a sister.
My parents were attacked and killed by bandits one day.
When I was young I was drawn to Zahr and kept running through the woods, where I met the lord of the orphanage...... Dahlia.
I met Dahlia, and there......
……
Breathe deeply.
I learned magic there and gained power.
And one day, I killed everyone in the orphanage.
Everyone in the orphanage was desperate to kill me and everyone else.
If you don't survive, they'll kill you here.
If you survive, you can serve your country as a soldier and live a happy life.
So we were all desperate.
But I couldn't kill just one.
You couldn't just kill Zahr, and you turned everyone I killed into a burnt corpse so you couldn't see his face, you escaped Dahlia's pursuit.
... Now that I think about it, I guess I've been a monster since then.
An orphanage is almost like a family because you're with your buddies all the time.
I burned each and every corpse in that family, so I wouldn't have the spirit first in a normal person.
With that in mind, a sudden sweet smell tickled my nasal cavity.
When I saw it, there was a look of Sophia pouring cocoa into the two mugs.
"Why don't you take a breather? We can't help each other right now, even if we're thinking about it, right?
"Oh, thank you"
I got up and received a mug from her hand with my left hand.
A sip of cocoa with a slightly dark clumsy flavor warms me up to the core of my heart.
"Outside, you're snowblowing"
"Huh?"
Look out the window so you can follow her voice.
Then there was white snow slamming windows into the slap as it cleaved through the night sky.
Nevertheless, the windows of this castle are doubly built and will not mean that the snowstorm breaks.
"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since you and I talked calmly like this"
"Well, because the situation is the situation. I don't know what else to do."
"If you'd looked more like me, I'd have made plenty of time, wouldn't I?
"That's got a 'break' on its head, right?
"Yeah. Isn't that natural?"
reopened.
Nevertheless, it seems true that her work is busy, and not many people even her assistants applied for jobs, rather, if there was one person, it was something like your word.
That would also be because of the rumor that whoever said 'pay is fine, but there is nowhere else to be praised'.
Well, it's true.
"Did you think of anything rude?
"Not at all?"
I lay my mouth on the cocoa to deceive.
She doesn't seem to know this rumor, but if she does, she will definitely get hurt.
She doesn't want to see it hurt.
"Speaking of which, Lazareth. Well, you've regained the power of a wise man."
"... yeah. But instead, I can't use the spell anymore."
"A spell?"
She glances at my face in surprise.
Speaking of which, I didn't tell her.
"... yeah, the spell that cures things. That's not magic."
"Really? So, what's the price?
"Memory. In fact, I can't even use magic because I don't have any memories."
She nods over and over as convinced by something.
And I opened my mouth again.
"So why is the spell no longer available?
"Fiodora's spell was the power to take away the spell. So Mentila was killed by him, too. They'll take the spell away, and they'll return the price."
"... sure, you're from the Ife family, aren't you? Does that mean you've entered the Sage's Act again?
"No. He also used Dahlia's spell. So I guess I'm just saying I don't belong in either position."
I'll kill him.
That's what I said. I will, and I will hold my mouth in haste.
But they killed my friend. There's no way I can forgive you.
Thinking about it, I naturally had force in my left arm and the cocoa in the mug was shaking quietly.