My name is Wayne.
Wayne Kimble.
The rank is sergeant.
Even if I say sergeant, in soldiers from nobility, it's the bottom of the 1st.
I volunteered for the army, enlisted in the Royal Army, and met one man.
A man of noble origin, just like me, named Patrick.
The guy with rare dark hair and black eyes, but a mediocre face that seemed to be everywhere, and a skinny shape about 168 cm tall, that seemed to be everywhere, was not mediocre.
First of all, I have a hard time finding where I am.
It's hardly anything more than a rare presence.
Besides, I'm in a place where I hide from people, so I'm not stuck.
When I go to the dining room, it's not a crowded place, it's not a ragged place, I'm eating at a place where people are halfway there, but even if I manage to recognize people there, I can't recognize them as Patrick.
If you want to go into the woods, you can hear your voice, but you don't know where you are, and sometimes I've been right next door, and I've wondered if my heart would stop.
The more martial arts.
Even training is more decyllic than general soldiers, but when it comes to fighting demons, a blow to Kaishin? I mean, he's a guy who works with chillaries and glows.
I sincerely think it was thanks to Patrick that I became friends with such a man, went through a real battle, and picked up his life.
If he hadn't opened the door, I'd already be in the afterlife.
Can you beat him! And I hope I'm starting to impose hard training on myself, and I'm getting a little stronger.
Where the hell is he?
Behind that tree again...