Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Cain smiled at Chiara for accepting her cooperation.

Even if it hurts my chest just a little, if she's going to fight after all, this is supposed to be the best way. For me and for Chiara.

That's how I recall a battle that only ravages an earlier powerless opponent.

If you have a sword in your hand, even against someone who can't move, you can get hurt if you get close. That's why while there was a miracle there that I didn't know how long it would last, and the sword of my allies waved to take the lives of my enemies.

Cains, after defeating the cavalry, stared at the battle in the battle of Evrard.

"Overwhelming..."

Girsch, who was nearby, snapped,

"This is the true sorcerer's horror, isn't it? Not nearly a thousand times. Depending on how you use it, you can destroy the whole army by yourself."

I heard Gina, who had already gotten off the horse, crumbling slightly blue.

I guess that's what I should think.

Some of the soldiers around them, others with blue faces, are showing fright.

But Cain wondered why they were both unhappy.

To defeat more Luain soldiers. I've fought to make sure I don't feel like breaking into Evrard again, so he said I should be happy.

- Yes, even to avenge.

That's why my heart exalts to the sight in front of me.

Until now, I was only overwhelmed by some power that lacked realism because it was not the power to say magic, but this time, with the help of magic, I became aware of the desire I had slept in the back of my mind to beat Ruein down in this way for so long.

From his back, being skewered with a spear and falling reminded his mother.

With tears and blood, a corpse that can cut open its eyes to the sky brings with it the same emotion as his brother.

The sight of a pile of corpses made him realize that he was taking revenge.

Cain hated Ruein more than he thought himself, and by seeing him unbroken, he probably wanted to clear it up.

... I realize you've tried to contain that hatred by pretending to be self-restrained.

As someone who serves the Evrard Borderline Uncle family, you should not just think about killing your opponent by being captured only by hatred, even though you fight with your hands and feet. Because that's what I can teach you when I serve, in order to make no mistake in my orders.

And because she was pathetic. Even though a woman is crying, I don't want to do anything to make her cry any more.

But Chiara herself wants it, even if it's stopped so much.

Oddly enough, Cain couldn't help remembering what Jina had just told him.

Cain thought women should be protected, whether it was Zina hired to fight as a mercenary.

If you're the one who decides to fight, you can protect him as one of us.

That's how she fights what she thinks, and Cain's wishes come true.

As the devil whispered in my heart, such an idea came to me and I couldn't erase it.

I liked her from the beginning because I saw her moving on to defeat the enemy.

If you think of her as a hero who does what you can't, you should think of yourself.

She had already made her choice. Whether you cry or whine, help the princes and the soldiers of Evrard to kill many Luein soldiers in this war.

And now there's only one hope in Cain's mind.

When I thought of it, I had stopped thinking about getting mad at her for snooping around in the corner for using witchcraft.

Usually, why do you do things that make you sick? I told you to take care of yourself more. But I guess I told you.

If you're going to support her weak and make her fight, you don't have to.

Just give her a break and help her hide her malaise the way she wants.

To defeat the enemy. May she continue to be a hero.

And I wish I was beside you more than anyone else. That's why we treat it with care.

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Thanks to Mr Cain for his cooperation, I was able to return to my own army with nothing to eat on my face.

Still fluttering, but being put on a horse and moving around, I can hide it.

Mr. Cain's attitude seemed to have changed slightly with his perception of me.

Until then, there have been times when I have been grumpy in a way that protects my child, and often cares about her... I feel extra polite that the expression of the addition of respect has become appropriate.

Though I have no idea why worship is there.

The heat I feel when those eyes are pointed at me also increases the intensity somewhere...... Is it my mistake to feel the color like someone who is crazy about something?

It's hard to accept that the beginning is that you committed mass murder.

However, it seems to me that the fact that someone is comforted by the fact that they feel bitter also holds back the feeling that they are going to be flushed the other way.

Because if it's too spicy, you're going to think how the battle looks like what happened across the game screen.

Maybe that's better to keep fighting.

Now, by the end of the battle, people were also coming from the town of Sowen in the matter.

I know you were going to make a run for it, but I guess it's because the Luein army crushed it on the way. About twenty armed horsemen rushed in and offered to take Reggie after me.

One of them, of course, is the Marquis of Sowen.

Would he have been thirty in the game? He's the one who lost his father to a mine crash and succeeded to the title young. Sometimes we have developed the territory commercially, and there is an atmosphere of young merchants.

Riding horses, wearing military uniforms, and lowering swords don't suit you a bit. I mean, it feels like he's wearing it, the kind of guy who looked good with his golden tea hair stretched out to his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry I didn't make it. With regard to His Highness's march, I received rumors once that even the merchant could not move immediately after the attack. Merchants from other regions were unable to return while evacuating to our town. No, thank you so much for destroying Ruein!

The rubber part, too, sounds like a merchant.

"No, I was hoping I could get here sooner."

Reggie's answering voice was calm and serene.

I couldn't get close enough to see that coming from a little further away.

If you believe the words in Cassia, I don't think Reggie will say anything to me, especially if I hide how tired I am and how shocked I am.

But I'm afraid they're going to spot me from somewhere, and they want to hide, just like a hoaxed dog asks about his owner.

"It's okay."

Mr. Cain puts his hand on his shoulder and tries to reassure me. He's the one who's dated Reggie a lot longer than I have. I think the word is true.

You don't just have to stop me, you want to change that will of mine. Or maybe I'll be kept away from you by showing you something again.

Come on, let's talk to Edam and Jerome first. Instead, I ask you to set up an operation, including my sorcery.

But I can't block the conversation between the Marquis and the Prince and talk to the Eddams beside me.

Waiting tightly, Reggie looked at this one.

Mr. Cain holds my hand to encourage me. Unexpectedly he looked at it and by the time he looked up Reggie was already looking in a different direction.

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That's all it is, but it sparks anxiety in my heart. Feels like holding your hand in the water and wiggling it around and messing it up.

I could hear myself confused by such a thing, making me return it.

"Yiyan, daring cat, in... ko..."

"Hey......!

Seeing it, I saw Mr. Cain, who had been flying away from me all along, and Mr. Gilsch, who had stopped by my side at some point.

Hi, Mr. Gilsch. Apparently, he tried to lay his own hands on Mr. Cain's hands.

Mr. Girsch tells Mr. Cain with a smile with his hands on his cheek.

"Someone can't hold hands with a girl in a place full of guys like this. If it gets everyone's attention, Chiara's gonna feel awkward, right?

Boys don't have delicacies, so Mr. Gilsch is certainly like a mother who can impress boys of his age.

But wait, even Mr. Cain shouldn't have meant that.

"Oh, chi, no. Look, because I'm just a kid. Mr. Cain was just worried about holding hands."

In a hurry I make excuses to Mr Gilsch. Even though it's because of my anxiety, it's annoying if Mr. Cain is misunderstood.

'Cause I thought I felt like that... it could just be my mistake. You should make a mistake.

"Really? But even Chiara is sixteen. I knew you'd keep holding hands with a man..."

"No, Mr. Chiara"

So Mr. Cain said with a grin.

"I don't think you're a child."

"Huh... Ugh...?

Don't you think it's a child? And you held hands?

Mr. Gilsch covers his mouth with his "mah" face softly.

I was confused. What should I think of this?