Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

'It begins, doesn't it? Master. "

"............... right"

Looks like we're ready while we're thinking about Lute. Lute is already at the starting point and Dr. Hengst is waving the flag.

I almost missed it if Bran couldn't speak to me, even though Lute's skill would end up in around 80 seconds. It would be too rude to say it's a serious battle but you haven't seen their turn, etc.

Besides, I could lose.

I don't think that horse is any better than Blanc, but I don't know what kind of skills Lute has. If Lute's skill wasn't a discipline system, it was all about correcting his horse's abilities, I'm sure I'd lose.

There are walls in this world's skills that can never be filled. Don't you dare be [Spear Brave] no matter how I raise you.

Sensei Hengst waved the flag down the moment Bran's voice was turned critically on the whole nerve to lute. At the same time, a chestnut-haired horse manipulated by Lute pops up.

Fast!

Lute's horse's speed seemed slightly inferior or equivalent to Blanc's. The horse's own abilities are overwhelmingly Bran's, but I guess Lute still has more than one useful horse-related skill than mine.

One, two, three and jump over the vertical obstacle without killing momentum. Lute also jumps over the fourth or fifth oxer obstacle. The road between the faults also runs at the shortest distance. Lute is fast. The wild horses are watching Lute's hands-on judgment, breathlessly.

The obstacles that followed also jumped over lightly, and Lute plugged into the combination of the last three oxers. Lute, who has been able to make no mistake so far, also jumps over eight or nine oxer faults with no problems, plugging into the oxer faults of the last.

And the moment the horse entered the aid of Rust's oxer disorder, Lute's hand seemed to have moved slightly.

It was as trivial a move as it sounded, but it did seem to me that Lute's reins had been pulled.

Unfortunately, I didn't want to be sure of its authenticity, and while I was doing so, Lute's horse was flying the last oxer with a stunning arc. And he looked as if he was going to go straight for it.

But the moment of landing.

The back leg of Lute's horse plundered into the bar. And with that shock, the bar deflects, bouncing on the bars on both sides.

Which one!?

As many humans watch, the bar swings between the gras and the sticks on both sides. Lute, who scored a goal in the meantime, rushed to reorient himself to the last Oxar disorder while forgiving a horse who was hissing and emptying on his forefoot because of a change of direction. And as soon as Lute's horse put four legs on the ground, the shaking bar fell, making a karang-dry noise.

There is a dry sound of caracalla and bars rolling around.

As many saw the bars rolling down with their mouths, one of the officials who was refereeing took out a loudspeaker substitute magic prop, just as earlier. The staff speaks with a clear voice as those around them spit and wait for the results.

"Time, 78, 07! Addition time one second! So Lute Sturp's time is 79 · 07! - - So this battle is a win for Doyle von Aginis!

The moment the officials screamed Lute's time, his surroundings boiled like dodgy grunts.

I sweat cold on the back of my cheering surroundings. My time was 75 · 08, and if Lute didn't drop the bar, the difference was only 2 · 99, less than 3 seconds. Still wins when it comes to winning, but it is very slightly different.

I am sincerely glad to have put the pressure on you ahead of time to win or lose, which was being reversed with one slight mistake.

And such a marginal loss, Lute stared at the bar rolling to the ground with a flashing look. A chestnut-haired horse looks worried about Lute, but Lute also forgets to speak to his horse, and was powerless and confident of the horse. At that moment I saw Lute open his mouth slightly, so I used [Wind whispers] reflexively to pick up Lute's grunt.

"... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry, Serejayla!

The noise around him sounded too great to interrupt, but surely Lute muttered the name of a woman named 'Selejaira'.

Leaning my neck to that name I've heard of somewhere, I head back to Lute with Bran's reins.

"Serejeira" is the name of a rare woman around here. I desperately tried to evoke that name that caught my memory, but it didn't end up at Lute's by the time I remembered it.

A chestnut-haired horse peeking at an iterative lute on his back wraps around a worrying air. It is Lute's job, my husband, to comfort such a horse by nature, but it seems that Lute, who is not the other way around, has no choice but to comfort the soggy horse.

"... before you get depressed, aren't you first to labor your own horse, Lord Lute? The name of the Sturp family will cry when they tear away their horses."

I put mud on the name of scattered aginis. I'm not in a position to say, but that's the only cut I could find to speak up, so I want you to forgive me. Lute's air was so heavy that he couldn't help but hesitate to speak.

I showed her that Dr. Hengst said something to my words, but I showed a bare gesture that worried me for a while about what I thought, but I ended up whispering.

And Lute, on the other hand, cursorily raised his face and looked at me after he made my voice jump his shoulder pickly. The expression is bitter and slightly seeping with regret.

"............... I know you didn't even tell me!

"Fine, then. More than that, you'll keep your promise, won't you?

No consolation or sympathy would be what I should be doing. I fought squarely like a mock fight. So I approach Lute and tell him to only hear me.

"To Your Highness, please don't ever come near me again. Next to His Highness is never an instrument of birth."

"I know! Still, I...!"

"Is it for a woman named Selejaira?

"Huh!"

"Whatever the reason for Lord Lute, we cannot just allow His Highness to be used. - - But at the same time, I owe you. If I can help you, can I help you?

"Because you're not impudent when it comes to the ex!

"Me?

"~! It's none of your business! I'll keep my word! I'm not going anywhere near His Highness anymore! This will do!? - Let's go, Chesnut!

Lute, who overreacted to the name 'Serejeira' I spoke of, kept his horse running, screaming when he kept his promise.

The wild horses gently jumped over the fence opposite the direction they were encircling, and I wasn't even on the horse like I was chasing his horse, who ran through the meadow, and by the time I crossed the bran and crossed the fence after the lute, there was no sign of lute anywhere in the meadow.

Perhaps he escaped into it because he could see the groves nearby. To graze many horses, he accidentally tongues about the size of the horse ranch, which is also designed to capture nearby groves. The end of that grove is supposed to be a cliff, but it's hard to follow a lute good at handling horses on this wide horse ranch, on top of having to go through unfamiliar groves.

I didn't expect Lute to say he was going to escape, but he said he would keep his word, maybe Lute will never approach His Highness from himself in the future. Besides, I fought so much that I couldn't get any closer to His Highness in the future with my surrounding eyes.

Though I think so, I went back to Dr. Hengst and the others, holding what was no longer the most refreshing ending.

And at the same time, I think back to Lute's words.

'Cause you're impudent when it comes to the ex!

Are you telling me that something happened between a woman named 'Serejaira' and Lute because of my impudence? I also feel like I might know something if I can remember who the woman named 'Selejayla' is, but I didn't get to think of that raw hatred.

I can't tell you anything without looking into Lute's relationship with a woman named 'Serejayla', but from that mouthfeel, I guess it concerns me who was an idiot son during or before the Middle Ages.

I think of Lute, who walked away, and I find it hard to say he's going the right way again. I wanted to live up to the expectations of my father and my grandfathers. I wanted to be the son you could tell me was the son of the Boulder Aginis family. I wanted to be someone who could count on childhood taming to carry this country.

Whether you have high specs or a good birth, it is so hard to say that you will have a way of living with your chest stretched against anyone. How impudent of yourself to be able to choose between one and the other instead of defending everything like [brave man].

I look at my hands as I walk Capocapo and Bran.

My hands are small. Whether your parents or grandfather are legendary or have great specs inherited from them, there are very few things I can grasp with this hand. It's far from [a hero] protecting everything like your mother, father and grandfather.

Like they did to me, I want to take care of this country, too. But immature I really hurt something.

Still, one day I want to line up with [the heroes] and cross their backs. I want to be a man who can save this country one day, though I can only reach out to those close by now. No, I think I'll be. No matter how much time you spend, make sure you love me, because I like this world, too.

"Dear Doyle!

Ballad happily calls my name when he realizes what I look like when I'm back. Around it were Lutze and Leo seniors, pharmacy seniors, Eleonora seniors, and Dr. Hengst and horse ranch staff gathered around the handicap overflight.

There was no sign of His Highness and Jin in it, and they were on the other side of the same fence earlier. Jin is definitely complaining about something to His Highness, but His Highness seems unwilling to listen, and he's shaking his head.

They're waiting for me. The Ballads decided to wait a little longer, and I'll head to Your Highness first. His Highness noticed me like that the moment I stopped Bran's leg, which was pointing toward the Ballads, and tried to point them in the direction of His Highness.

Patch and I had eyes on each other. His Highness was about to open his mouth, but eventually when he spoke without saying anything, he shifted direction and scratched the wild horses and walked out. Jin was rushing to stop His Highness like that, but he couldn't, and both His Highness disappeared into the wild horses.

I missed both of them. [M]

to, escaped!?

I felt a bottomless anger at the fact that His Highness, who at times would be angry at me, had left without saying anything. I know you're not willing to abandon saying that you were here, but it's the first time you've said anything, Your Highness, etc.

......... I don't think you'll forgive me where I apologized.

Various ideas such as how to apologize to His Highness who showed a reaction I had never seen before, and whether apologies were acceptable at all, were repeatedly disappearing when they came to mind in my brain, and I remained solidified on the spot until Balad called out suspicious of me for not moving solidified.