Wolf Barrel 5.56

I scratched my head every time the carriage rocked.

When I pull my hand out of my head, I make a noise with the butch and the red scumbag hair breaks off.

Right now, I wasn't in a mental state where I cared about that.

I think it would be nice to cut each scalp a thousand times.

I have been self-inflicted since I was freed at the Adventurer's Guild in Salla.

Round your back and stare at the tip of your elongated shoes like a deer horn. The tip of the shoe is fitted with a thin silver plate for decoration. Sobacus' floating face, reflected in its mirror-like decorations, was as distorted as it was ugly.

There is no pain in the right leg tibia.

I can walk uncomfortably.

That adventurer broke in Temehe and healed himself in Temehe.

And with amazingly advanced healing magic.

And like a reaper spreading terror, he was around threatening every wounded nobleman with 'If you talk extra into the guild, I'll kill you'. Of course it's on me.

My liver shrinks just remembering.

Seeing what happened to him like that... one thing I realized I couldn't win.

What do I have here?

Clothes and swords just for shame and the position of "nobility" pressed at will by the ancestors.

There's nothing I could have prepared myself.

But I wasn't aware of my sins for what I did.

Naturally.

Because the civilians wanted it for me!

Step on the floor dang.

The back seat of the station carriage. An old couple sitting face to face with me wandering their gaze.

I guess these guys are cursing in their minds when they look at me too. I guess you're frightened if you don't know what you'll do if you get involved. You don't know anything about me!

Damn civilians!

When they glanced at each other, the old couple turned toward the day after tomorrow.

Tongue loudly so you can hear it, and once again drop your gaze to the toe of your shoe.

I hate civilians.

There's a good reason for that.

Aristocratic children, especially between the ages of three and eight, have more time to work outside at this time of year.

At this time of year, noble children place mercenaries aside without exception. Depending on the circumstances, you can kill professional mercenaries without hesitation.

Why should we put such a vicious man beside a child at a time of great feeling?

You won't understand this old man.

If the fierce don't stare at each other all the time, there will be a little rain of stone on the child's head.

Can you understand that?

A few years ago, an aristocratic child was stoned and injured in his right eye.

It's my brother.

What did you do? It's settled. Civilians, of course.

The killer was not caught.

I myself have been hit by civilians.

At a young age, I walked out of the mansion by myself and played in a nearby river. Then suddenly, a man kicked me in the back and fell into the river. Although it was good because the gardener who happened to have passed nearby noticed, if he was unlucky, he was definitely drowning.

On his back, he had a crisp adult foot shape. Besides horse shit.

That was only when I was five!

He cut his head off with a river stone, debilitated, and lay on the hospital bed for days.

It was a rainy day.

I asked my father, listening to the sound of the droplets hitting the window.

"Toshima, how could I have been hurt? Did I do something terrible?

I still remember my father's face vividly.

I distorted you to anger and sadness, that face.

said my father. "This is the relationship between civilians and nobles," he said. And I understood as a child. From now on I have to live hateful, he said.

I pessimised my future and cried often that it was painful and very sad.

This is common sense in the human realm of this Cannibal country.

From the moment you are born into nobility, civilians must continue to hate you.

I kept getting pussy slapped and sardine-free slander of the evil hobby crime that some idiot had soaked, as if I had done it.

You think you can buy that heartache medicine for gold?

Don't civilians have hearts and minds?

Why do civilians abhor themselves?

It was taught that it was the remorse of the oppression that ancestors had exerted in the past.

But it wasn't.

It was just jealousy.

We resented the nobles who lived better than ourselves, uttered slander, threw pebbles at them, and cleared their worries.

Can you believe that?

That's all it was.

The moment I found out why, unspeakable sorrow replaced hatred.

The civilians enjoyed it.

No matter how much I curse you, all around you agree with me. He spit at the presence of such a convenient "nobleman", threw stones at him, and enjoyed everyone's daily stress.

It was because of this play that I lost my way in the river and my brother ruptured my right eyeball and couldn't speak for six months!

The civilians enjoyed the game!

That's why I got mixed up in that game.

He became the noble statue that the civilians expected.

I gave him the power to do whatever he wanted.

You keep your mouth shut and you're cursed for not even doing it.

Until I do the right thing.

There were many young aristocrats who agreed with my ideas. Everyone had the same experience. We set up an inmate party and attacked Totori. I felt good. I punched an irresistible fucking civilian in the face with a laugh.

And here's what I thought.

(This is what you want, right? This is the way you want me to go, isn't it? Be proud when you get home. You were hit by a spicy aristocrat today)

I bumped my depressed feelings into the civilians in my house.

But our actions were shattered in the hands of that strange wizard.

Even when I was liberated in the town of Salla, no one ever responded to my voice anymore.

No one will try to get together.

Because that wizard kept threatening me with a demonic face.

"Are you pitiful as a man?

I've been calling you as you seep through discouragement, that word sweeps your chest.

My mouth became an earthquake and gave my father's name.

I tried to rely on my father, even though it was something I did to myself.

so as to escape responsibility.

The wizard spotted the weakness.

And at the same time, I was noticed.

My weak heart said I couldn't even play a despicable nobleman.

Bye.

So, what am I supposed to do now?

You want me to keep going home and keep quiet again?

I've been serious so far. I tried to be liked. What do you think the civilians would say to me like that? I was in a good mood with Herahela and the young lady. Be careful with him. Someone's going to get caught right now and get his teeth poisoned.

When I heard that report about the mercenary who let me explore, I threw up everything I ate that day.

Have you lived this whole life?

Like my father, you keep living with your stomach?

I don't... I can't stand it...

I can't stand it if I don't throw myself out like this and make a rampage.

Why should they hate me?

My vision is twisted.

I looked at my face with both hands and pushed my tears back.

In a dark world comes the ferocious look of that wizard.

The face of a wizard who seemed harmless to humans and animals, in an instant, transformed into that of a beast.

I...

I... envied that wizard.

Overwhelmingly, he wields vicious violence against the man above his position without any hesitation, pushing himself through his claims. I was envious of its running away. It sucks, but I even thought it was cool.

I envied that strength.

If I had that strength, I might not have had to make such a 'pitiful escape'.

Stare at your soft palm.

I have nothing.

When my brother injured his right eye, he was frightened and couldn't do anything.

Chasing the killer or holding his brother back to the mansion.

I was just scared and trembling and kept waiting for someone to come.

Since then, my weakness hasn't changed a thing.

Damn.

Make a fist and punch between the gongong and your own brow. Over and over again.

"Self-loathing" in your head, as if pushing it out of your back of your head.

Then a small hand pulled the sleeve.

"Let's not do this anymore, brother"

"... Shut up"

My brother is sitting next to me.

Five shadows below, still askew, are sadly distorted.

To the town of Salla, you picked me up like this.

Just by myself. I'm sure my father, who knew it depended, was furious and told me not to pick him up or anything. So he's alone, and he goes out of his way to dress as a civilian...

That kindness was hard on me right now.

Pathetic, sad, I wanted to hit my emotions somewhere because I could already do anything.

"Brother..."

"Shut up - you're on. Oh, come on!!

"Hih."

Throw up impulsive nasty words that have become familiar with your tongue.

Small shoulders bounce.

But I was the one who almost burst into tears.

"Oh, that."

So one crack of an old man sitting in the front called out to me.

I'm sorry to disturb you, but... something is different.

The old man keeps his face pale, pointing his fingers like dead branches at the window of the car.

When I looked at the pointing point, I leaked my voice.

"Where? Here."

You must have been down the street. Why are you in the mountain path?

No, it's not even a mountain road.

It's a beast trail.

I tried to open the window leading to the driver's seat as it was bounced, but the carriage stopped before Sole did. I tried to put my hand on the door that leads outside for convenience - so I stopped.

"Yo, how was the catch?

"It's perfect." "Really?" "Seriously. I hooked up with some stupid nobleman kid."

"If you bought a carriage and it was Bora, your boss would kill you."

"Hey, don't drool your diarrhea stool with your mouth."

"Let's get started. Patrol will pass nearby in an hour."

"Heh-heh." "That was the usual procedure, wasn't it? Oh, it's me again.

"What about the woman? Baba's here, but you want to go?" "Gahahahaha"

From outside the carriage, I hear a drunk man. That's multiple, too.

Guerraggera and nasty laughter echo all the way into the car.

I can't open the door to see what's going on outside. I can't even peek into the window.

Scary.

I'm too scared to move.

The soles of the feet are welded together so that they don't become frightened.

That time, just like when my brother was injured, my body atrophied with fear and I can't move.

I can't even speak out.

Palpitations raise the rpm, doddly heartbeat in the ear.

I cling to my hips like my brother was scared.

An old couple in front of him, shaking and hugging each other. Its dead field-like lips continue to crush the words of prayer.

And.

Without further ado, the door to the outside world opened on its own.

With the sight ahead, my head finally understood.

I'm involved in a crime right now.