Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

"I won't stop fighting..."

To that word, it's hard to say.

It's not so hot today, but it's hot because it's next to Kama. The air was heavy, though the wind went out the door to the window in the cooking area.

"I don't want to fight if I can, I still think"

I'm still afraid to fight. I don't want Reggie to die, and I want to go back to a situation where I can live in peace. For that matter, I'm just pushing for a feeling that I don't want to kill people.

"And even the Luain soldiers, the majority of whom have been conscripted, should be. I think there are people who have to fight for their lives... So as far as I'm concerned, by showing the most overwhelming difference possible, I'd expect you to get away with it."

That's also why I decided to slap the Luein army by the time I had no skin.

In the battle the other day, the Ruein soldiers who had fled would have been terrified. Thinking you don't want to fight the Falzian army with a magician named me, maybe he'll come back to Ruein. Some of them were taken prisoner by telling me to send them back to the country.

I was relieved to hear that.

Because if you run away, you don't have to kill me.

So when I said I wanted you to be scared, Mr. Cain looked at me with a glance.

"What would you do if a merciful opponent were lying on the spot and killing the Falzian people ahead of you?

"It's..."

I think it's possible.

He leans on me undeniably.

"We can't all be as noble as you. Some people should kill and take it away because the food runs out on the way out and the people of other countries have a weak conscience.

Besides, you will eventually be fighting the same Falzian soldiers.

Many aristocrats who turn to the Queen's side offer companionship to their enemies because they only want to survive by killing someone. I don't think we need to forgive or show mercy for those enemies. "

I pull and tie my lips.

The sweet, warm scent that was wrapping me in silence is scattered in the breeze that blows again.

After the silence that lasted awhile, Mr. Cain asked gently.

"I've killed so many before, are you still scared"

Unexpectedly stares back into his eyes at Mr. Cain's words.

I didn't think Mr. Cain, who was always sweet, would say that.

Having perceived my bewilderment, Mr. Cain reaches out to me, who was beside him in a natural manner. Its fingertips glanced over my cheeks and accompanied my neck so that my big hands would envelop me.

Mr. Cain's face approaches while he is distracted by that hand.

"It's okay, it's nothing to be afraid of. You are only saving the people of Falgia. Only to fight and kill our enemies are we freeing the weak or invaded from suffering."

From his eyes staring at me, I want to look away. But I can't.

I'm scared for some reason of the words and glances that are going to make me twitch and soak something up, like I'm going to get dizzy.

This guy's not supposed to hurt me or anything.

"Everyone will thank you. You saved me, tell me you saved me. All you have to do is think you're fighting to get it. In the meantime, I'll support you. Everything you feel weak about."

"Mind...... weak"

For Mr. Cain, I guess it means he's weak to be scared.

Maybe he's weak indeed. I've decided to be ready, and yet I'm always lost in my heart, apologizing, and repentant.

I guess Mr. Cain thinks I'm sorry.

Like Alan in the game, for example. Because I think you might want me to go straight to the enemy. If you want to fight and kill people, maybe that's how clean you should be.

"Am I... weak?

"For that, didn't you also think there was a collaborator? Mr. Chiara."

I think it might be a little bit true for Cain, who has a sloppy tone.

I was thinking that he would tell me to cooperate because I was physically weak. I have no choice but to ask someone to protect me when my defenses tend to go awry when I do everything I can.

I think so.

It was Isaac. How would I answer that?

In the open, I might say how wasted it would be to be lost in defeating the enemy. Still, I'm sure you can be weak at the end of the day, or something like that.

I remembered, and when I realized it, I blurted out of my mind and distracted myself from Mr. Cain.

I'm surprised at Mr. Cain's face, which is even closer.

But when I accidentally thought I was fixed to capture the moving head on my jaw, Mr. Cain stayed away, leaving it feeling soft on his cheek.

"What, become...!?

Oh, once again, Mr. Cain put this on your cheek, did you!?

The person on the scene has not looked bad at all, nor is it illuminated.

"It won't be like that overreacting. It's the second time. Or didn't you like it in me?

"Oh, I hate, I hate, I don't... things..."

There was no disgust. Though I was heartfelt surprised.

Come to think of it, I think it was unintentional last time.

"If you don't like it, good for you," Mr. Cain smiled small.

"It was a token of gratitude, but now it's a token of my vows."

Mr. Cain's gaze at me was kind of too strong. I accidentally swim my eyes and look for an escape.

If it's a testament to your vows, I think it's strange to reject them.

And I don't think it's romantic...

Master, I guess Mr. Cain wants me to hate his enemies just as much because he's too strong to want to clear his grudges.

Even though I know that's why, when they say something nice to me by my side, I'm afraid that weak makes me want to rely on it.

I'm going to be annoyed, unconsciously dropping my gaze down one step away.

That's when I realized that the hourglass I had set aside to make time was falling off.

I asked the stone doll to mold it out of the kama.

"Sa, it's time to see how it goes! Oh, that sounds good there. I know it sounds a little rough on fire, but the fire seems to be coming through."

Good things have been baked up, and I will be ready for you.

So I didn't realize that Mr. Cain was crushing disturbing things with Blur, "It's not the time yet, so let's keep it to the taste level".

I pick the end of the cake that the stone doll had removed from the mold to see the baking additions and subtractions.

Yeah, it looks fine.

And I also cut the edge off and offer it to Mr. Cain, who helped me.

I thought I'd get a taste of it before everyone else and flush it over with what I just did.

"Would you like to taste it?

He was Mr. Cain, who blinded himself to my offer, but he took it honestly and said it to me, and then he crumbled.

"Do all women want to do that?"

"What's wrong?

"I was a little surprised that Chiara was trying to give me a taste. Don't do anything like my mother."

‡‡‡

Alan asked me to take some time after dinner and Mr. Cain not eat too much belly.

At the same time, speak to Reggie and the others.

Because if Alan could have tea time surrounded by people he thinks are inside him, that would be his birthday gift the most.

I tell others it's Alan's birthday.

It was me and Mr. Cain and Reggie and Mr. Growl who collected it that way.

To the knights of Alan, the knight captain and defensive captain who followed me from Evrard. And it's Mr. Gina and Mr. Gilsch.

"Happy Birthday, I took this from Master Beatrice"

That's what I said, sift through the cake I made.

Alan is stacked specially by shifting the cake cut into large plates in a circular fashion. I wonder if you use about one mould.

Alan eats as much pepper as he does.

Usually, though, I only speak slightly modestly about the fact that I don't think a man eats that much cake.

But if you served it like this from the beginning, you'd have to eat it, wouldn't you?

Of course it doesn't taste good to serve as it is, so I tried to apply a little raw cream and go for a decorative cake-style while remembering the previous life.

Alan was so thrilled to receive the large plate.

"My mother didn't send me this from Evrard, did she?

"That's murky, isn't it? Mr. Beatrice sent me military funds. So, she bought me something sweet, so I thought it was your birthday, so I baked it."

"What, you!?... You didn't put anything weird in there, did you?

Makes Alan look suspicious.

I know what you're trying to say, but if it's something I'm not going to be able to do, I'm not going to let it be a gift. I don't like it if I fail.

"I gave Mr. Cain a taste of it, so it's okay. If it was a raw, stomach-frilling substitute, Mr. Cain would be in his room by now."

That's all they said, and they finally relieved me to see Mr. Cain laughing bitterly in a face that looked fine. Alan carried the cake to his mouth and said as he turned his face a little red.

"Ma, there...... yeah, thanks Chiara"

Not in an honest way, but apparently it fits your mouth.

"Congratulations on finally catching up with me, seventeen years old"

When Reggie, who was seventeen years old earlier said so, blesses, the others say congratulations to Alan.

Alan took it happily and I knew he was eating the cake with his face a little red.

Together, we make cakes handed out on plates. Five moulds quickly disappeared.

After dinner I gave Alan another present.

I asked Jina in advance for Lunar and the others to follow Alan's foot.

Alan, who loves dogs, could have been happier than the cake.

Well, either is fine. Alan takes care of me a lot, too.

That's how safe it was, when I finished Alan's birthday mission, I sent Mrs. Beatrice a letter with a completion report.