A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

"Oh, Meena. That's a pretty unfloating face. I don't know what's going on."

"Uh, is it Hetty? There's nothing wrong with that. It's Cayenne, Cayenne."

"Cayenne? Oh, I wonder what happened to him. Speaking of which, he's been stuck for a long time, but I wonder what happened."

…… Don't you know? Cayenne, I had a friend once, and he killed me by the name of Jazeera. Besides, I was convicted of killing friends. You've already stepped on it or kicked it. "

"Oh, yeah. I can't believe there was such a past."

"But I think I've found the vengeance of a friend who impersonated that sin. It's like he's involved in this crusade of Sabaku Diogumo."

"Oh, but that's..."

"That's right. Definitely this, isn't that it? Cayenne, I'm sure you'll settle for stabbing Jazeera wrong. Because something has already passed down with a hint of determination. settle with a real sword, like"

"Yes...... Right, Cayenne?"

…… Hetty, do you know anything about this?

…… I don't know anything about Cayenne. But I wonder what it's like to be spectacular. "

…… It's spectacular.... 'Cause don't you think I can get inside feeling like I could die if I could even get that nostalgia done? You know, he's too big a loser. What I lost is too big, so I can't die for not accomplishing it, like "

…… That's right. It's the idea of someone who's already lost something to die for. If you haven't lost it, you shouldn't think about it... "

…… Did Hetty ever think about that, too?

…… I don't know. I don't know. When you feel that way, emotions aren't there, just feelings even though you shouldn't forgive them, but... no, it's nothing. It's a selfish imagination. "

…… Somehow, isn't it a matter of emotion?... maybe so is Cayenne "

"I may or may not be. Something I don't understand about Cayenne's spectacular feelings. Maybe he's still simmering hate, maybe his emotions are already dead."

"Ma, you don't know how people feel."

"... but"

"But?"

"I wonder if people like that believe that the deed makes sense. I'm sure Cayenne thinks it just makes sense to stab him wrong."

…… It's deep. "

"... No, it's not deep."

"Really? Even if your emotions are dead, if you believe it makes sense, don't you die? Are you saying you're going to die, that you can die, that you won't hesitate to act like you're sure you're going to die? Because it makes sense."

…… Probably. We've already lost it, so maybe we can do that without hesitation. "

"Can't such strong behavior be done without will rather than because of strong emotional impulses?... wouldn't you admire Hetty for that kind of will?

"Ugh, I don't know"

…… Hetty, yes. "

"Oh, what is it?"

"If the Lord was killing Marc easily instead of Hetty, didn't Hetty like the Lord?

…… I don't know what that means. "

…… It's nothing. "

"- Huh."

Under the moonlight, Cayenne was alone, waving her sword to cool the heat on her body.

The twinkle, shaken so that thoughts can be put into one swing, runs repeatedly in the same orbit as if to pass through a sword of memory that has gone away somewhere far.

And in fact, you were right.

This sword was once the sword of Cayenne, the sword of the dead clad, something that no longer exists in this world.

And Cayenne kept waving that sword she was visionary about, as if to combine those two, or to tame her body.

(I wonder why you were willing to hold the sword again)

Cayenne recalled.

It was at first that I never wanted to hold my sword again.

Grasping the sword is only synonymous with misery for Cayenne, and they make me reaffirm that misery as to why I have survived and why I am waving the sword with blessings that do not even deserve it.

The mind when waving the sword resembles a sense of nothingness or senselessness that is like a dream you have given up.

The emotion must only be sentimental, or its gone too far.

There is more to Cayenne than that to stick to that thought, which would normally be divisible.

Something I forgot.

I can't help but look away. That's what was causing Cayenne to do, and now Cayenne's mind is what Cayenne didn't understand.

(With this sword, with me and his sword, I want it all to end. That kind of thought seems to be somewhere in me)

But still, Cayenne chose to take the sword.

Cayenne had a wish.

I want to settle with two swords. Somewhere in five years of regret is the thought that we should put an end to all of it.

For Cayenne, Jazeera is more than an enemy.

He took everything. I let my friends die and hurt my pride. You can rephrase that you have ended all the meaning of Cayenne's life.

The sword that was closest to the meaning of Cayenne's life is probably the tool to settle for it.

There are thoughts of years.

Three years when Cayenne was an adventurer, five years when Cayenne became a slave and gave up her adventure.

The sword Cayenne vowed to adventure, the sword Cayenne raised, the sword Cayenne pursued, the dream, the hope, the end of it.

Those were all the reasons why Cayenne held the sword.

"- Huh."

Another flash.

Clad's sword was a rough, fierce, straight slashing sword. of Cayenne, by contrast, was a pruning sword that stretched as well as a whip.

Different in nature, but not completely unfamiliar.

(Thought I'd finish it. I wouldn't even spare my life to clear up Clad's carelessness. That's what I thought)

Cayenne was reflecting on his speech every time.

I was thinking back then of a dream of adventure that came back to life vividly for a moment.

Clad and I were laughing, like I could have done anything, and my young days came back to life. The young thought of blowing the name "Two Fangs" to the world also came back.

That's why I wanted a settlement.

I wanted to be serious about this sword technique, and I wanted to settle for everything with this sword.

The sword was as sharp as ever.