There's a sound of pebbles hitting the window.
The youth woke up and looked out.
"... of the day"
All those who are supposed to be around have disappeared neglectfully.
He didn't even care about it and saw the girl glancing through the window.
"Is your old lady safe?
To the youth's inquiry, she shakes her head.
He looked down just a little and then said, "Wait a minute," and got out of bed.
After a while, he shows up in front of the girl, lowers his back to a nearby bench and puts his hand on her chest.
"... during the night, it looks okay if he's asleep too. But the truth is... I don't really want you to show up before me."
He slips into a slightly troubled breeze and lowers his gaze to the ground.
As it were, he continued his words.
"... it's sad, isn't it? I've never met her, but I'm sure the old lady was sweet."
……
"I can tell by looking at you. He said he's been raised with care."
He stares at the back of his own hand.
I really didn't have the courage to look her in the eye on him.
That's why we don't even have the emotions to weep together.
"... so are you even going to avenge that old lady?
Ahead of his eyes there was a girl holding a knife with a trembling hand.
There are tears at the sight of it, and I feel as if I am desperately enduring fear.
"Maybe pointing a kill at me means... maybe you found out. He said we started this war."
"... ugh!
"You're right about that killing. The motive, the behavior. You must be the most right man in the world right now."
But the young man keeps saying things.
"Just make it right, you won't get me that blade."
That said, he opens his hands.
As if to welcome that blade.
"As you can see, I will neither avoid nor accept your blade. If you have anything (...) other than right, I want you to prove it here."
In my sloppy way, the youth mock themselves in their hearts.
But the truth is, I was hoping.
She said she'd kill me.
Yes, the youth didn't stop wishing.
"... my name is Brave. Nothing else."
The sun rises.
Already, the limits of our activities as Lazares were imminent that far.
So at the end of the day he said away.
"I hope I never see you again."
In the rain, it was a large wooden house that Zahr was put through.
No, it would be closer to saying accommodation than home.
Rufaus walking forward opens the door with the hands of those who are not in charge of Meir.
"Get in."
That's all he says, he goes in the back.
Then the full picture of the room hidden in his body was revealed.
On a large wooden desk, a dozen chairs.
All over the wall, they are decorated with paintings like children's graffiti.
"... what the hell is this place"
"It was originally an orphanage, this place. There's no one left."
"Right..."
When Zahr answers that much, he glances at the paintings around him.
One of them was a name I was curious about.
"... Lasalles?
"You know what?
"Oh,... ex-friend"
Ex, the word is heavy on his back.
Rufaus says without turning around, tying Meir with a rope to the pillar.
"That Lazareth was the dean who ran this orphanage. I've been working so hard, clumsily. The kids missed it a lot."
"He did?
"Oh.... hey did you know anything about this country?
Rufaus lowers his back to a nearby chair and looks at this one with a cheek wand on his desk.
Zahr felt that gaze on his back as he glanced through the painting on the wall.
"... I am"
"All these orphanage children were slaves. That too, Zahr. In the land of Themè."
……
"Hey, chief knight, what the hell are you doing?
Rufaus' tone gradually grows stronger.
He took the word on his back, turned around after a while of thought, and said:
"... let's admit my lack of strength. I'm also responsible for failing to control slaves."
……
"But your country will have stains too, won't it?
"You're missing something to say. I'm not kidding, Aoyagi...!
The sound of punching the desk echoes in the room.
At that time, the voice was so angry that no one had ever heard it.
"Are you telling me that the kids here were the ones who had to live such a life because of the country's dirt and doing it!? Yeah, answer that!
……
"... it's a good idea to make a fool out of it. Spit on the kids sleeping here for a word, hey!
Rufaus' arm grabs the collar of Zahr's clothes.
Zahr, not resisting it in any way, took his word for it.
"I must apologize for what I lost, it would be the same as you......!
"... what?
"Previously, the Lazareth and Sage laws raided Isel, and most humans became demons. Included among them were people who had nothing to do with it!
……
"I'm not going to compare spiciness with you. But you're not the only one who's lost something big!
When Zahr said so, he forced himself to wave the hand grabbed by his collar.
We staggered our angry gaze at each other for a while, but after a while Rufaus opened his mouth.
"... we're powerless."
……
"I can't even protect what I want to protect.... what a knighthood leader."
There was no earlier temper to speak in that language, and somewhere powerlessness was caged.
Zahr turns away and affirms silently.
"... hey Mr. Zahr. What the hell are you gonna do now?
"I stop Lazareth. Now I just live for it."
"Get Lasalles? Is he gonna do something about it?
"You don't know? Lazareth took Isel..."
"Ahahahahaha! Well, you're saying that, you fucking glasses!
A third party voice echoes in the room.
When I looked in the direction of my voice, I woke up there. There was a figure of Meir.
"The Wise Men's Act is virtually destroyed, isn't it? Hey, who the hell is Lazareth fighting?
"... it"
"Hey, I'm a traitor. Hey, by the way, who did I betray?
……
"I know, Temehe is ignorant. You don't know anything, but 'Stop Lasalles'? Kuk, ignorance is a sin, yeah?
When she finishes saying that, she hears a frightening number of footsteps from around the area.
When Zahr saw what was going on out the window, it was in his sight that more people in masks were coming this way than he could count from there.
"That's it. Well, fight it to the end."
On a hill overlooking the neighborhood, man...... Bettenburg sat down.
He sighs when he sees the trees lit by the moonlight and stained with black.
It didn't mean he hated this view himself.
But only the ugliness of the man who makes up this world remains in his memory.
He had a wife.
Especially if it wasn't a fateful encounter, it wasn't the person I liked.
"Be human". It was the most humane gesture he thought of when he was caught up in the role of a raven and wanted to be.
I think the more I closed my eyes, the more I could hear the innocent kid's father, the more I let him in.
However, his wife was executed.
They were killed just to say that they saved the human life of an enemy country.
Why should man save man and be punished?
He had...... Bettenburg, a raven, had no idea what the intention was.
By then, he was already at his limit.
Black, the emotions of the original raven were running through his brain.
When I realized, his consciousness had already been pruned and gradually the voice of 'kill' had been heard all day.
After all, he was a raven.
……
Raven is a two-on-one creature.
Individuals who want to destroy the world and those who conflict with it.
If one wing falls out, so does the other.
Life and death.
Just as destruction and regeneration are.
Already, it was like his fate was now determined when Mentila disappeared.
"There is no justice in this world."
One day I'll squeal the crushed word, again.
And went on to cover the words.
"No, there was no place for justice in any world. After all, what we're doing is pushing our own ideals together."
He stood up and said after sighing.
"The time has come to plead not guilty. But... let's hear your answer at the end, and then we'll finish it all in this world."
"'Sage' Lazares-Mercius"