Transported to a hyper-realistic RPG.

The Holy Knights came to Sharna because... that Holy Knight...

The same question keeps spinning in my head.

"Master.

"Ah, ah. Have you finished your greeting?

"Yes, it's done. It took a long time..."

Because I was thinking, I didn't feel that time had passed, but the sun was inclined a lot.

"... were you thinking about the Holy Knight earlier?

"... well.

"Of what I've heard before..."

"... that's right. Lyle is one of them who framed me. I think the contents are the same as at that time... but there is no confirmation.

"Did you come to this world just like your husband?

"I hope not..."

"... are you okay?

Nil looks up at me worried.

At that time, a lot of things flashed back and panicked, but now it's calming down.

"I'm fine. And I think of it myself.

When I exchanged swords with that man, I shook my sword as before. Maybe he was someone I knew in the other world...

I looked at my palm, but there was no tremor or tension left.

"Is it because I was about to be killed, is it because I was angry, or do you still think this world is a game... in the first place, am I such a person... the word Lyle used to say murder? That's not wrong. No, not exactly, asshole...

"... Master?

Aloria and Bart are watching over Nazareth and the others.

Nil sits down next to me on the beach and listens.

Let's talk about it all. Nil. I'm sure Nil will be fine.

"I told Nil a little bit, but over there... in the world I was in, especially in Japan where I was, it wasn't that close to death.

Without monsters, it was a place where I almost never felt my life was in danger.

"... yes.

"In a world like this, whoever kills someone, they call it murder, they despise it, and people around them see it cold.

"Are they bandits...?

"There were no bandits in the first place.

"It's a very peaceful place.

"There may be disadvantages to peace..." There were others like them.

However, even those people, if they kill, they'll be convicted of murder.

…………

"I think I was expecting this because I'm talking about it... but I was the murderer.

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It was spring break before I went to high school.

At that time, I was accustomed to my father's special training and had acquired many swordsmanship and body skills.

I've never used a technique other than my special training with my father, and I don't know how strong I am, but I thought I could easily twist it up if it was about that kind of chimp.

Something like that one day. I don't often see a house with a small dojo at home at this time of year. That's why it looked like a pretty big house from the outside. There was a loot, a thief, in my house.

At that time, it was spring break, there was no mother or father, and I was alone in the house, spending time in my room with Daladara.

I heard that recent thieves often target working houses in the daytime, but I didn't think they would target my home.

It was when I was reading a comic strip on my bedroom bed upstairs.

Gattan!

There was a noise from the ground floor.

Did my mother come home at first? and so on, but if you think about it carefully, it's strange.

Even when I was this age, my mother was drowning me more than she needed, putting something on her face and putting it in my room. When I came back, it was impossible not to show my face in my room.

I was suspicious. I left my room with a wooden knife that my father forced me to leave behind, leaving the cartoon I was reading.

When you clarify your ears, there is a rattling noise from the bottom.

It sounds different from living sounds. It's not my mother. And at that time, I was already convinced.

But I didn't contact anybody and stepped down the stairs.

Because I had learned swordsmanship and bodily arts, did I feel confident that I would not lose, or did I want to be a leap hero by catching him? I don't really remember now.

I went down the stairs to avoid making noise and headed towards the noisy living room.

The door leading to the living room is slightly open, and you can hear the sound in the back from the gap.

Looking from the back of the door gap, an exotic man was looking inside by opening a jar or a sideboard.

Power is applied to the hand holding the wooden knife.

Your heart sounds high and you feel the artery moving through your neck.

Place your hand on the knob of the door and pull it to slowly open it.

Ki.....

The hinge attached to the door made a slight noise and the man looking looked back at us.

I don't hide my face, I can see a surprised expression.

I stopped with the door open, and my eyes met, and each other's time stopped for a moment.

"Nh!!!

The action taken by the pickup man aggressively was to go to the kitchen.

I thought I'd escape by myself, but I opened the door violently and followed him, but the man's behavior was not escape, it was a battle with a blade.

Maybe it was because I had a wooden knife or something. I don't know why, but he got the kitchen knife and turned it towards us.

For the first time in my life, I feel a direct death, and my body is stretching. I have a wooden knife and the reach is overwhelmingly higher.

The opponent had a sharper object, and there was nothing better than my opponent's reflection of the sparkling light to predict death.

But that was enough to stir up the fear of a high school student.

Even though I haven't done anything, my breath is rising and my face is getting cool and hot.

"Phew! Phew!

My breathing sounds are nervous and crazy.

The thief comes to me with a knife in his hand swinging to the right and left.

Every time the blade of the knife moves, the cut of the wooden knife is fluttering, even though it is completely out of reach.

It is completely freaked out. Speaking of which, I think you can see my condition.

The other man may have been in the same situation, but I couldn't afford to read it.

Khhh!

The man swinging a knife lightly touched the tip of the wooden knife. That triggered it.

Killed.

I thought so, I waved the wooden knife down on the man's arm without any hindrance.

Buggy!!

High School Boys' Full Handle. Besides, it's a wooden knife. I can easily break the bones of my arms.

Through the wooden knife, a broken bone in the man's arm is transmitted.

"Gwaaaaaaaaa!!

Drop a knife on the floor, and the man squats on the spot holding his arm.

"Fufu! Fufu!

Even though it was not hot, the sweat flowing like a waterfall came into my eyes and I was alarmed by the man crouching. I took one hand off the wooden knife and wiped the sweat.

However, the man didn't miss the action and picked up the fallen knife with his unbroken arm and sticked it out at me.

The blade of the knife grabbed the abdomen and slightly cut the clothes and skin it was wearing.

Affected by sharp pain, I recognized a nearer death and shook down my wooden knife with all my might.

"Wow!!

It was annoying. It was just an act to avoid being killed.

The whole thing looked slow motion.

The man couldn't cover me with his broken arm where I would swing the wooden knife vertically, but he just followed me with his eyes.

The wooden knife swings perpendicular to the top of the man's head and hits him.

Shhh!!

The wooden knife was swinging down the man's head, breaking the skull and making sounds that I had never heard in my life before.

The sound of the head being destroyed.

The skull cracks and the inside brain pops out.

A part of it flew into my face and reached my cheeks.

I think the feeling was like breaking a watermelon.

Much softer than I thought, much easier than I thought, took my life.

Red and black blood and internal objects can be seen splashing from the head of a fallen man and sticking to his feet.

A man who twitched and shaken his body several times gradually reduced his movement and eventually stopped moving.

The tragedy that spreads in front of you feels like a dream.

Your body and head are fluffy and your gaze is uncertain.

It was a strong smell of blood that brought my consciousness back to reality.

The smell of raw, unbearable blood.

"Ugh..."

I couldn't stand the nausea I suddenly came to, and sprayed my stomach on the floor on the spot.

The blood of the dripping man mixes with the contents of my stomach.

"Uhhhh..."

I can't hear it many times and nothing comes out anymore.

So I finally realized that my hand was not away from the bloodstained wooden knife.

As I peeled off one finger at a time with my left hand, the wooden knife fell to the floor with a clanging sound.

Thinking about the future, the inside of my head became completely white.

Then I don't remember much, but when my mother came back, I heard later that I was still sitting in front of the body.

The case itself was immediately reported to the police by the parents.

Judging by the results, I was not found guilty of self-defense. I thought it would be over-defense...

The fact that there were fingerprints on the knife, that there were no inconsistencies in my explanation, and that I was a minor. I was wounded… I've seen all sorts of situations and it seems to me that I've come to the conclusion that I killed one person. The fact remains unchanged.

Thinking about me, the incident was not reported in detail, but the police came to our house and it became noisy, so all the neighbors were out of shape.

There was no way I could live in such a place, I transferred from the high school I had decided to go to, and my father and mother changed their workplaces.

I went to high school with counseling, but the rumors were horrible, and there were people who sniffing at me from somewhere.

Those were Aoi Hakusaki and Ryuya Sakamoto. You'll find out later, but Yuki Sasaki is one of them.

If they didn't know about my case and want everyone to know it was a murder... they started teasing me.

But I also thought it was natural in itself. I thought it was only natural that there should be a punishment for killing one person.

This will come to me for the rest of my life.

No matter where you run.

I thought it unacceptable for me to make friends or girlfriends like that. That's why I chose a place where I could stay as independent of people as possible, even in a company that doesn't pay overtime but only works overtime and can only become a company animal.

But I was still a high school student at the time, and I had a weak spirit. That's why I've spoiled Yuki's kindness.

While knowing that there is no forgiveness.

And then I realize that kindness was a lie... even if Yuki's kindness was a lie, it is an indisputable fact that he was saved at that time. So, even when I found out that I had been betrayed, I was grateful that you went for a drink or stayed next to me as a friend.

I had a past like that.

Murderer. That was the lettering sticker on me.

But my father and mother loved me too.

His father, who was called the murderer's father, smiled at them with his nose and always treated them brightly.

Don't hesitate to use it when you really need it, even when I tell you to throw away the tricks my father taught you. That's what he said, and he laughed and forgave me.

My mother, who was called the murderer's mother, continued to protect me by showing herself.

It's my fault, so please stop. Even though I said that many times, my mother never stopped.

No matter what anyone said, he never ran away and kept covering for me.

And so much so that you could love me, I hated myself.

Killing people in that world was so heavy that it was only natural to be traumatized.

Nevertheless... I felt little guilt.

I often felt guilty thinking about involving my mother and father, the annoyance I was having, and the family of the person who killed me.

I don't think it would be wrong to kill that man or to want to kill him again.

I don't want to do that again, and in order not to do so, I completely sealed and discarded the swordsmanship and martial arts I learned from my father from that day.

It came to the world of swords and magic, and it's still the same. Although I use basic movements, I never use the moves I inherited from my father.

Still, there was little guilt about killing people.

I remember exactly when I killed the man. The sight, the feel, the smell... but when I remembered it, I didn't feel anything.

Counselor said that normally, I couldn't stand the fact that I killed someone when I got nauseated, dizzy (dizzy), or confused, and there was supposed to be some kind of reaction, but I couldn't see it at all.

I mean, I was a murderer and a bastard.

More than being a murderer, the bastard himself felt guilty than anything else.

Every time I received kindness from people, my feelings grew stronger.

Every time someone told me I was a murderer, I was called a bastard. It was more painful than anything else.

When Yuki and the others revealed everything to me, you said you were the bottom man, but it wasn't a mistake, it was just a fact.

That was me... Shinya Kaido.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

"I came to this world, I could easily kill people, I didn't think too deeply about it, I wasn't crushed by guilt, and now I only think about eradicating the Holy Knights because I was originally like that.

I told her not to tremble, not even be nervous, to gaze at her palm again and throw up.

"I killed many of the Knights of the Holy Order, but I still don't feel guilty. I am.

I want to avenge someone I care about. That's all I can think about.

………

"There's not a lot of scumbags like that in this world. It would be natural to have at least one or two guilts.

"Well... is it so sinful that your husband doesn't feel guilty...?

Nil said he really didn't know the face he was going to question me.

"I've lived all my life in this world, so maybe I just don't know...

Killing someone and feeling guilty... doesn't seem noble... "

"I'm not saying noble... but that's normal, isn't it?

"Really? When that happens, I'm a bastard too...

Huh?

"I've killed a lot of people too. Again, I killed many of the Knights of the Holy Order.

But there is no guilt or regret.

Nil said with no doubt.

"It will protect the sacred souls of this island, and above all, it will lead to the protection of your master. Even if the opponent is a good person, there is no guilt or regret if I try to kill him, and I stick a blade in him.

"That's... an idea that's too selfish over there.

"After all, there's no other reason than selfishness for people to kill people. I think it's the same for money, for status, for self-defense, whatever.

However, I think there is a difference whether there is something that can be protected there or not.

"What can I protect...?

"Master always fights to protect someone and something.

That's what you thought...

When I killed that man with a wooden knife, it was to protect my own life, not someone's...

"Besides, it seems that Master was blamed, but in this world it is rather praised. Even the Quest of Bandit Crusade is a normal world.

"Sure in this world... but in the other world..."

"But Master is now in front of me in this world.

Nil's clear blue eyes are looking me in the eye.

From Nil, it's a matter of course. I'm here as Shinya. To this world.

"Does your husband want to go back to the other world...?

Nil asks if she feels nervous.

The likelihood of not returning is overwhelmingly higher. It said it was a one-way ticket.

Besides, there's no practice in the other world...

"No, I don't think so.

"Well... I'm not ashamed to be proud in this world.

I understand that what Nil is saying is a biased opinion. She also lived in a special world called slavery.

But I felt a little lighter.

I still didn't live as a singer. I had unconsciously thought that this world was somewhere else in the game. That's why I cared about their common sense. I noticed that.

If you live in this world, everything you feel in this world. It has nothing to do with the other world.

It's not a bad thing not to feel guilty... I think it's a theory. I think it's too much to say yes.

But in this world, as Nil says, there will be an overwhelming number of murderers and scolders of bastards and me without killing bandits and feeling guilty about it. That's true, too.

That's the world I live in now.

"So, I don't think your husband is a bastard, and I know his kindness well.

Sure, your husband kills people, but it's always to protect someone, and he's sure to help them by doing so. Master isn't the only one who's thinking about eradicating the Holy Knights. Everyone I've ever met should be thinking about it.

Where are the bastards in that idea? I don't think so.

Nil is completely exhausted. There was no doubt in the eyes.

"... thank you.

I wanted to rub Nil's head asexually.

"Master...?

Nil looks up at me from under his hand.

Unlike Yuki, Nil doesn't really think I'm a bastard. Even if I reveal all my feelings, her feelings will not waver at all.

"Sure, I'm here right now... living in this world..."

Nil may die if he cares too much about his disgust for himself and moves slowly.

"Master, if you still care, I'll be your witness!

"Witness?"

"Yes! Without your master, I would have been dead.

In some of the fights that followed, if your husband hadn't killed me, I'd be dead.

Therefore, when your master waves his sword, I will be the witness of the protected life!!

I know how distorted Nil is.

Because I'm saying I'm going to be the right person for killing people and not feeling guilty.

Twisted me and twisted Nil.

However, even if it was a distorted form, Nil's serious face still seemed important to me.