Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

I had a dream that I knew was a dream.

It's a continuation of my memories with Mr. Obza, I told His Highness.

"- I can't be. You know that best yourself."

[Spear Brave] Asked me if I could be, Mr. Obza clearly tells me so. I felt my feet crumble with rattles and noises in the words that were clearly said for the look on my sorry face.

I can't be [Spear Brave].

I was pretty much sure myself, but I actually felt condemned to death when I was told from someone else's mouth. My heart rate rises with dodgy dodgy, disgusting sweat erupts and I can even hear my tinnitus.

.................. disgusting.

The faces of family and close people that come to mind one after another, such as Father and Grandfather, Sebastian to Mother and Merrill, Claire to Master Gray, and the disappointing eyes that they float like that. The intermediate departments that will be enrolled in three years, the soldiers in the training ground who are now taking care of them, the close guards of their father's colleagues, and their unpredictable future run through their heads.

Maybe when I looked in the mirror now, my face was so bright blue that it caught my blood and my fingertips were so cold that it hurt.

"- You certainly can't be [Spear Brave]. No spears, no bars, no aptitude. But you're more talented than anyone I've ever met except spears and bars."

But no matter how bright the moon was and how much we saw each other's expressions, there's no way that Mr. Obza would guess my physical condition in the current situation, which I don't even know my complexion. Mr. Obza said one word after another that he didn't even want to hear.

"Especially swords, of which the aptitude of swords and rapiers is great. I'm sure you don't have skills you can't acquire. If you practice weapons other than swords, they all have the aptitude to be more than first-rate. Besides, you have high foundational and magical abilities. [M] I'm afraid I didn't inherit the restorative magic aptitude............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ But if you practice, you can use it until it's about intermediate, so you can use it in practice enough. Besides, soil suitability is high, and water and wind suitability are out of the question. Top magic ice can be used, and spirits can be protected. If you train the magic of water and wind, you can be a magician of history!

As Mr. Obza thought, who teaches fine aptitude, he probably has rare skills that allow him to see the skills of others. You're supposed to be looking at me, but some unfocused eye tells the story of Mr. Obza looking at something he doesn't normally see.

Watching as you explore my insides, pale at first, but seeping a little excitement in the second half. Mr. Obza doesn't even want to hear about it. I'll take my aptitude one after the other.

Having listened calmly to the words of Mr. Obza, who looked exalted, like other personnel, I thought that there was no magic of recovery rather than spears and bars, and that neither the blood of [Spear Brave] nor the blood of [Virgin] meant anything. Besides, what the hell was the point in all the days I've been through that I can't believe the flame and thunder fitness are low?

"You can also acquire a variety of non-combat skills. As far as your skills go, I have just the skills to eat as a merchant and as an artist."

So I think what is it?

Whether you have talent as a merchant or an artist, it doesn't matter. Where there was such a thing, no one would recognize me as heir to the Aginis family.

"Unfortunately, Doyle, you can't have [Spear Brave], but you have an extra talent to make up for it! I'm still young, and it's not too late. You should stop training spears and practice your sword. How much training did you build? Your spears don't make sense to me. But if you're a sword, if you train now, you'll have no enemies by the time you get into middle school!

I wondered what the hell this guy was talking about when he saw Mr. Obza talking about my aptitude and future as soon as he got excited.

What is expected of me, the son and grandson of [Spear Brave], is my talent as the next generation of [Spear Brave], and I don't care if I don't have any skills in swords or other weapons, let alone merchants or artists. Moreover, the magical aptitude will not inherit the properties of [lightning spears] or [flaming spears] in water and wind. Besides, if none of you are fit for restorative magic, what the hell do you want me to live for?

It doesn't make sense to be a magician, to keep his name in history, or to be the best swordsman in the country. Because I am the [grandson of the fiery spear brave], [son of the thunderous spear brave], and [son of the Virgin Serena].

"You would have said," That's enough. "

It doesn't mean anything. I don't want to hear any more of the future diagrams, blocking Mr. Obza's words. Maybe you're trying to console me, but if you can't be [Spear Brave], there's no point in the continuation of Mr. Obza's words. It just hurts my chest.

"Because I understand now. That's all right."

"... Mr. Doyle"

Surprised that I blocked the word, yet still uttering a word of rejection to Mr. Obza, who was still about to say something, to fold up. I don't think it came out of my mouth, I thought it was like some other HR person would say something like this to a low, inorganic voice.

After frowning at my attitude like that, Mr. Obza mumbled.

I thought you might have been rude to the boulder, but you're the one who's going back to a distant country either tomorrow or the day after. I just hated this guy, and I don't care.

But it wasn't anger or dissatisfaction that Mr. Obza floated at me for thinking such disrespectful things, it was a sad look.

"- Don't look like that. There's nothing to be pessimistic about. Really, if you..."

"Huh! So you're telling me that's enough!? I don't want to hear that!

I fell back on the unexpected look that Mr. Obza had on his face, but he continued to scream angrily at the words he had been told.

No words of comfort, no sympathy.

All I want is spear skills that my surroundings want from me. There is no need for, and no one wants, any other skill or talent that can be named for history. Why does this person not know about it?

........................... No, this guy was from the East.

When I'm frustrated with Mr. Obza, who doesn't understand that it would be meaningless to me if it weren't for the skills associated with [Spear Brave], I get a little calm remembering that Mr. Obza is not a person in this country.

[Brave men] and [Virgin] exist only in the number of countries and religions. It reminded me that [the brave] and [the Virgin] who worship different countries are different. No matter how important [Spear Brave] is to this country, he is only one of the [Brave] from the perspective of the other nations he is admiring and trusting.

That's why Mr. Obza doesn't know.

I can't be [Spear Brave].

How desperate that word is for me.

That's where I saw it. The scene ends, and the area turns into darkness.

It's painful to be able to extend memories that I don't want to think back on. But that's not where dreams end up. Now after talking to Mr. Obza, the area changed to the scene when he came back from the escape.

Return to your room relying on the moonlight that plugs in through the window. Proceed carefully down the hallway to avoid making a sound so that you can't undress.

Kill the footsteps to the minimum and finally put your hands on the door of your own room that you have reached. Place your hands on the door and slowly push the door with a little force from your fingertips to your palms and in turn. As I thought, I slip through the gap that I opened more sparingly than my width, taking great care not to distract myself from the door that opens slightly without making a sound. And he looked back, slowly and quietly closing the door.

Ignoring the closed door with the pattan and the sound of the light air passing through, I sit back on the covered bed I keep near the terrace. In the moonlight that plugs in, the falling moon you can see from the terrace if you look up at the sky indicates that the night is about to dawn.

I thought in the corner of my head that I had to go to sleep, but contrary to that consciousness, my hand had taken a few spears out of the subspace and spread them over the bed.

Take a crimson spear, the shortest of the large, medium, small and various lengths of spears. A spear in the form of a common straight spear is the first spear I've held since I was born, which your grandfather gave me on my fifth birthday. The pattern is dyed in the crimson colour of your grandfather's favorite, of which a misrill is used, like the tip of the ear, in the part of the thick slap and the stone bump, and a spear like your grandfather's that emphasizes practicality, on which all the sculptures imitating the flames are applied.

The next thing I took was a spear a little longer than a crimson spear, ornately decorated with gold in a pure white pattern. This was given to me by my mother on her sixth birthday, and although it is not practical as a spear, it is a special mother spear that takes a slight healing magic to have.

Then take the green spear. If you take the patterned part, the assembled spear, which splits the pattern into three parts with the sound of a kaci, was a gift Meryl and Sebastian gave me as servant representatives on my seventh birthday. Tilt the pattern with the stone protrusion against your ear and you will hear the sarah and powder moving from within the stone protrusion. He said the contents were Merrill's special paralysis medicine.

Next, the second longest black patterned spear is grabbed by the moonlight. This spear, which appears purple only in the part illuminated by the moonlight, was given by Master Gray on his eighth birthday. Like Mithril and Grandpa, this spear, which strives for practicality, is at first glance a black-black spear with no decorations, but it is a dish whose craftsmanship glows over a pattern that has been calculated to look purple with the addition or subtraction of light. Claire told me that Lady Gray had taken me to the workshop herself until this shade came out to match the color of my eyes.

And the spear with the longest black ground containing decorations imitating thunder is the spear my father gave me for my ninth birthday. Patterns made of special materials so that they can be attributed are glossy black, and the spear itself can be felt to be magical just by holding it like an espada.

There are many other pieces of spears, not only wooden spears for practice and spears that crushed the tip of the ear, straight spears, but also branched spears, cross letters, moon spears and lengths that fall apart. They are all taken care of, but if you look closely, they have fine scratches or faded areas that you grip well.

All the spears that have been given to me to match my growing body are memorable, and I have looked back many times when my workout was hard and I wanted to escape, or when my grandfather and father regretted and couldn't wait to get hit by Cotempan.

These spears, given to me by my loved ones every birthday, were my support and pride.

But none of them were worth a damn to me.

Every spear has a high performance and added effect, there are no two spears in the world, spears made just for me. So when I grew up, I tried to get a trustworthy blacksmith to rebuild it, and even after it stopped being the right length, I didn't neglect to take care of it and keep it safe.

Even so, I can't believe that even one of these bottles can be used for the rest of my life. What the hell has been the effort so far?

I remember when they gave me each spear.

I remember the face of your grandfather, who told you to encourage him, your mother, who told you not to get hurt, Meryl, who told you to work hard, and Gray, who told you to give him the [Spear of the Brave] the next time you gave him a spear.

After that, the face of the knights of the castle who fixed the broken spear for practice and the soldiers who made the wooden spear by sharpening the tree for practice indoors floated one after the other and disappeared.

And

'- You certainly can't be [Spear Brave]. No spears, no bars, no aptitudes. "

'Unfortunately, Doyle, you can't have [Spear Brave], but you have extra talent to make up for it!

As I stare at the spears that make no sense when I grip them, remembering the faces of so many people, Mr. Obza's words run through my head.

After roughing up his voice to Mr. Obza, who lined up words he didn't even want to hear, I reflected but didn't feel like apologizing. I turned my back on Mr. Obza straight away. I could hear him calling me from behind, but I didn't look back and ignore him.

I think I did something disrespectful. I have to apologize. But the feeling of not wanting to see Mr. Obza was stronger now.

Tomorrow's drop-off, I wonder if I can escape somehow.

I know it's more inevitable than some Uncle Wynn, who was my father's brother's replacement, but I still desperately seek ways to avoid face-to-face with Mr. Obza if there's any escape route.

........................... The lead role is Uncle Wynn, and you can handle it.

But I was too tired of everything in one day, well, you can't, and at the end of the day I stopped thinking in a throwing mood. He concludes that he can handle it and falls asleep on the sleeping table to follow the spear.

Even at a time like this, I see the spears lined up shifting as I sink myself into a fuzzy, sensational sleeping table.

Mr. Obza has nothing to be pessimistic about, he said he has other talents, but would he say the same words to me even if he knew the spears in line here existed?

Child flesh and other growing daily. I think it's a sign of the expectations my surroundings have for me if I say that if I suck, these spears made to fit my body at that time without thinking about it later, even though it's more likely that they won't fit my body after a month of giving it away.

All the spears that were made over time, and all the spears that were told to make them massively disposable so that they could practice as much, were given to me to inherit [Spear Brave] in the future. Each one is thoughtful, and these scratchy spears prove how many spears I've been waving for the past four years.

What the hell is left of me when you dump these spears?

Meditate your eyes hard and circle your body.

The day I first held the spear, the day I first met Gray and Claire, the day I went to work out with my father and the knights, the day my grandfather hit me with Cotempan, the day I decided to be the hero I deserved next to Gray, and the memories of the last few years floating away.

I was round on the sleeping table for a while, and that's how I floated and the memories that kept disappearing were stopped, and when I finished looking back at the day today, I opened my eyes and got up from the sleeping area.

When I get up, I head to the closet provided in the corner of the room. Even when it comes to closets, the maids will prepare the change, so it's essentially where I keep it for myself.

Sometimes in the same room, I open the closet without hesitation, which is transformed into a storage unit that I reached immediately.

Then float a pop of fireballs into the entrance. In the closet, a large number of spears and wooden spears, tools for caring for spears, received from knights and soldiers, house a variety of things with their old favorite Trojan horses, exotic figurines and shields.

Meryl or Sebastian told me to clean it up, but nobody let me in. This closet is a mess because it has my treasures and memorable items that I can't throw away. But that's my garden.

I found the crate I was looking for in the closet, which was quite spacious without getting lost, and I pulled the crate with my nearby objects aside. Move and open the crate so that the light of the fireballs floating at the entrance is shining. And I took the bag I was looking for from inside.

After ascertaining the feeling of the coin moving in the jalali and bag, close the crate and put it back in its original place again, after the closet. At that time, he also took out a large cloth on his eyes.

And back on the sleeping table again, I untie the bag and smash the coins inside.

Coins mixed with gold, silver and copper are swallowed up on the bedside as they make jarring noises. A pile of coins on both my palms is a rare opportunity to use it for all the work I've been doing. As soon as I started working out the spear, I was given it at the same time. The amount went up year after year, and now for a month, it is a piece of gold coin.

That said, I don't carry any money with me in my usual shopping, and I spent it to the point where it counts with one hand. In it, I think Koyama of this coin is a good amount of money because I could certainly buy an apple for a piece of copper coin, which is a hundredth of the value of the gold coin.

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After staring at the hills with a slightly higher percentage of silver coins, put them back in the bag and tie the mouth of the bag with a string. I bounced it several times with a pom pom and palm to make sure my mouth was closed before throwing it into the subspace.

And instead of serving a bag of coins in subspace, take out the espada.

Pull a blue-white fillet out of the slallish and pure white sheath, feeling complicated by the feeling of espada that sucks on your hands. The beautiful ripples that I even feel moving when I stare at them, and the fullness so sharpened that I feel chills, are so beautiful that I'm likely to be sucked in.

The comforting magic that twitches in my hand tells the story of how well this sword goes with me. To be honest, I don't want to let it go.

But this is something I don't need.

One last time, I stare at my beautiful body as it burns in my eyes, and I behave myself to the sheath. I carefully wrapped it tightly and stayed in the subspace with a cloth that brought the espada delivered to the sheath, sounding high with the kins.

And after gently closing the subspace.

I take the spear my father gave me and wave it.

First hold the pattern for a long time, pay it off, slash it, then stick it up from the bottom. Then he holds about the middle of the pattern, pokes it just like he did earlier, pays it off and slashes it, then swings it out with the image of slamming it on the enemy, switches the spear and pokes it with a stone bump. After holding and slashing the pattern even shorter, swing it through with the image of paying off the enemy's feet with the spear backwards, and hit him with a stone bump. And finally, quickly regain the spear and stop the spinning movement in your hand so that you can play the enemy's attack.

And when I held the pattern for a long time again, I started a series of operations that I had just finished.

Then again in the moonlight, repeat the basic motion of the spear over and over again. Repeat over and over again so as to shake off the feeling of espada that is firmly in your hands and the feeling when you activate your sword skills.

I don't recognize that feeling.

I wave the spear so as to override the feeling of espadas and swords that stained me deeply in one day today.

Not as good as when you use your skills, but a body that moves according to its basic mould, even if you're barely aware, is a gift of the last four years of training, and the feeling of a spear that you can't even suck on, but you're used to gripping, is a shame that you've been crushing when you make beans that you can't count.

One last wave of buzz, and now it's time to stop waving the spear. Then, after breathing several times to calm your slightly raised breath, raise your face.

At the end of his face raised was a glass separating the terrace from the indoor, where he saw himself with a spear.

That's it.

He strokes his chest down to the familiar figure of himself gripping the spear and heads to the bedroom. And as I grip each and every spear scattered on the bedside to see how it feels, it goes into subspace.

I watched quietly as the thoughtful spears sucked into the dark subspace.

Whoever tells you to go ahead, I will never hold a weapon other than a spear again. And he deserves the name of [Flaming Spear Brave] 's grandson, [Thunder Spear Brave] 's son, live on the spear, and die on the spear.

That's the way I live, the right way I was born in this house.

Carefully suck in the precious spears, one at a time, so as to dedicate them to a black subspace that is clearly visible even in the dim room.

If most people cannot cross the skill wall, then let them cross the skill's effectiveness with more effort. I would be able to draw the blood of [the brave] and [the Virgin]. What is [brave] and what is [hero] without being able to do so much. If we're going to cross three legends of extraordinary living, we should be able to cross the limits of people. Because I am the grandson of the [Fiery Spear Brave], the son of the [Thunderspear Brave] and the [Virgin].

I will never let anyone tell me that the expectations and affections that everyone put on me for the days that I have spent determined to surpass my fathers one day were meaningless.

"- Whoever says anything, I'm the next [Spear Brave]."

So whining, gently closing the subspace.

And when I glanced back at the floor in the red carpet as usual, I decided not to see the morning sun looking slightly from the terrace and dived into the bedroom and closed my eyes as if nothing had happened.