Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

In the hills, the confusion ensued over the next two days.

The army sent by the Marquis Limerick family and Viscount Leinster, located southwest, totaled 6,000. Two thousand soldiers gathered in a division commanded by Alan.

The Luein army has been reduced here in numbers, like 6,000 on account?

While Mr. Chiara is talking to Master Alan, I'll go check on the other knights.

The knights brought to this operation are dominated by Guardians of Master Alan like me and Guardians of Prince Reginald. It is easy to do when there are many people of old knowledge, so thank you.

"Oh, it's Wentworth."

One of the knights who was teasing my squire waves at me. It's Chester, who serves as the knight of the same Alan. A dull blonde, he grins with a blushing but lingering face on the tip of his nose.

"Good luck with your magician's amulet today"

I feel a little different about amulets, but I leave them vaguely cloudy on this occasion.

Because I avoid telling all humans about the use of witchcraft and its details. If it inadvertently spreads and they measure the ceiling or something that she can use the surgery on, it'll be a hassle later.

"Dear Mage, how can I help you today?

Felix, the knight of Prince Reginald, who was nearby, also drops by. With his sandy hair, he's not that old with me. I think it was 22.

"It's still noon, Felix. Alan will be watching her, so I just came by to check on the horse."

"Horse and Ronnie, if it's any trouble for you, we're watching, and it's no problem. Tell me more about the sorcerer's fight yesterday."

"Right. It looked like it was over in a flash, so I'd like to know more."

Chester asks excitedly, and Felix looks me in the eye I expect.

I thought they would ask, so I decided to just catch up on the part where it wouldn't be a problem.

"In short, Mr. Chiara stopped Ruein from attempting to attack us once again by creating a magician's trick"

"............... too terminal, right?

Chester looks very dissatisfied when he says he explained it lightly.

"But...... normally explaining, there's a slight problem"

"What's the problem?

Felix asks strangely, so I answered after getting lost.

"Too miserable."

That was only described as tragic.

That day, when I suddenly wondered if the Luainian army had approached me for a few rides, a middle-aged and young soldier with beaten marks on his face dropped him off his horse.

At first, I didn't know what it was meant to be.

But Chiara, a magician, immediately guessed. Immediately created the earthly form (golem) and moved it there.

To the earthly form that suddenly appeared from the ground, her allies also became noisy, but her intentions could be immediately seen from above the earthly form she had ridden.

The two soldiers thrown away were in pain on the spot in a way they did not think was due to bruising.

When I wondered if their bodies had risen like that, a tornado gushed and began to wrap them up.

The magician made me shy.

And I suppose you wanted to mess up the Evrard army, or sharpen the soldiers.

I don't know by what criteria they were the two chosen. Just a pill... According to Chiara's prediction that she became a mage, she was drunk of something that broke the stone of her contract, made similar to the ritual of becoming a mage, and without qualities, they stormed out their power early.

Mr. Chiara looked at them and was perplexed for a moment. But her master said so.

"Easy on him, my disciple. Turning everything in your flesh into magic and releasing it is a painful thing... Hihihi. Don't you remember?

When you make a creepy laugh, it just looks like a curse doll. Having gotten used to it though, Chiara stormed at the two with a dirt figure (golem) at once as she nodded with a serious look.

- And trampled enemy soldiers, who had only a future to die, in an instant.

The blood scattered on the ground becomes invisible, covered in loosely crumbling earthlings (golems).

Now standing on top of it without falling, Mr. Chiara stared at the Luein army before descending from the mound of dirt.

The expression was tense, and from where she was eating up her teeth, it could be inferred that killing the sorcerer's crumb was a strain on her heart.

To her like that, Master Horace says.

"As it stands, that would be the easiest way to die"

"But... it will hurt"

"Oh, then you can't afford to feel anything, Uhihi."

I couldn't even shut my mouth to such a conversation with my mentor. It's a shame you can't say anything about what you wouldn't know if you weren't a mage.

So he made sure to follow Mr. Chiara back to his own line, wary of whether the Luainian army would come running soldiers.

I'll let you hear a series of events without my mentor's conversation.

"Ho, for a moment. I knew you were a real magician."

Chester whistles and Felix gets an impressive look as well.

I just defeated the enemy. That's how everyone would compliment you if you listened.

Shortly after that, he also praised the Marquis and his deputies from the Viscount for Mr. Chiara.

Ms Chiara was only receiving in the form of a laugh at her mouth with a tired face.

But Lady Alan noticed Ms. Chiara's expression and, after she slapped her shoulder in silence, instructed me to talk to her later.

And Prince Reginald had to praise him because he had merit.

"Thank you for your hard work. I can't imagine how fatigued I would be using witchcraft without it. I want you to rest for the next time something happens."

Though ambitious, he soon created an excuse for Mr. Chiara to be downstairs.

In response, I asked Chiara to be taken to a small tent reserved for her because she was a woman.

I dropped her off and looked back, and Prince Reginald, who was away, was looking at this one.

The kind of thing to ask is probably asking, 'How's it going and is it okay?' Therefore, since becoming Alan's escort, I have not taken care of the Prince with Alan for many years. That's understandable.

When I let him grace me, Prince Reginald distracts himself as if nothing had happened. I never looked back at this one as it was.

Unlike Master Alan, he was a grown boy, a prince who showed no one from where he met him to the depths of his heart.

He obviously feels special about Mr. Chiara.

From an early age, he had built walls between others and himself.

That was even more remarkable in the Royal Palace. I would never play games against Master Alan. Given what those who see it think, I guess they couldn't move.

My attitude towards Mr. Chiara was also, at first, building walls. I was observing how she was, too, even if I could stand like a child who found a rare lizard.

Yet one day, they wanted to hide her under their wings so that they could call her overprotective.

Is that an obsession......?

If it were love, the prince who noticed it would distance himself more carefully from her. Because revealing your feelings can be an opportunity to take the other person's life.

But not against Mr. Chiara.

At first glance, I know what I care about. But whoever watches him behave will be confused if he asks if it is love.

The way she takes a step back so she can move freely is more of a guardian than a lover.

Master Alan said he was a parent bird about the prince...

Perhaps Prince Reginald himself is protecting the position of his parents without being well aware of it.

Chester told me he was sinking into his thoughts.

"But you're good. I'm with only one pretty girl in this big area full of men."

I gave it back to me. I laugh.

"I'm not giving up if I want to."

"... oh?

Chester rounds his eyes for being lightly rejected. Felix, on the other hand, has also asked, blinking his eyes.

"Are you serious?

"Do I look that way?

I missed the answer.

Once you decide, you don't have any power, but you run out to save everything like a brave man, or the intensity of your eyes that you never give up, even if it's painful.

Because I didn't want to teach her how good she is.

Because she's strong, she's comfortable being relied upon.

And knowing how weak you are like a normal girl also makes you feel nostalgic like touching an unknown being.

But I'm the only one who thinks that.

So I hope.

From the asylum of the parent bird, that she leaves early.

And before the prince noticed everything and locked it in the birdcage, I thought if he didn't tell me that if there was a stopping tree, he could fly.