Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

It's after noon when I come to see a friend who doesn't step out of the house when he starts writing, as he delivers groceries.

How long has it been since I started reading the novel I was about to write so that I can't be fooled by a friend who heads to my desk with a sobering look? Outside the sun had already begun to fall and the lights were lit indoors at some point.

You realize I'm in the hands of a novel, stop writing, watch my trends, my friend. Side by side. I'll go ahead and read the novel I wrote. Once I started reading, at the end of the day, I couldn't stop reading along the way, etc.

Sometimes I follow the letters written on the paper with my eyes, feeling my own heartbeat that makes an unpleasant noise.

On that occasion, he said, "I write a book to thank Si Yingjie!" Even though he popped out with his permission, his friend's face glued behind his lid when he returned a few days later with a blue face.

The wedding of the Duke of Aginis and the [Fiery Spear Brave] took place under the King's leadership, citing the country.

He congratulated young and old noble bitches and expressed his wish for happiness at the beautiful Duke's Lady, dressed in a pure white dress, smiling happily, and [the brave] staring with a gentle eye at the woman who had behaved in a harsh atmosphere on the battlefield and became his wife.

Even if the night book falls, the celebration will continue, and even though it is supposed to be tomorrow when people are asleep, there will be lights all over the town. People will make a fuss about drinking and singing. And that didn't change the nobles, and a feast was flickered in the royal castle celebrating the marriage of the two throughout the night.

A man and a woman dance in a rugged hall decorated to the tones of the court musicians. The brilliant and burning lights illuminate the area, and the colorful dress flickers as the ladies move is like a flower garden.

Immediately after the end of the war, a little modest, but watched by the king and his wife at the heart of that feast, where the royal glory is felt enough, the two protagonists of today were receiving words of celebration from many friends and companions.

"It's like, you're a beauty and a beast, Zeno."

"Annoying!"

"Congratulations, Amelia. It's so beautiful!

"Thank you"

Those who tear up the hero who shot the beautiful young lady and shake the hand of the Duke's warrant when he makes fun of her. Various surround the two, but there is a grin and soft air in the faces of the visitors.

There was a space full of happiness where much blood flowed and made the wounded end of the war feel real.

"... Congratulations, Amelia"

One glass lifted a glass of wine for one person, calling the name of a precious girl smiling happily on the other side separated by a glass, and sprinkled with an aromatic floral aroma. Then drink slowly to taste the slightest sensation of throat-burning liquor. With a love heart that didn't come true.

Tomorrow without you is not worth anything, if I cried and cried like that, would I have gotten you back? Looking over the other side of the glass thinking that was blurry, Amelia accidentally looked at this one.

And call me with modest tricks.

"Brother Celery!

Yes, he called me and smiled the same way he did at a very young age.

He shifts his eyes from his chest, which stings and hurts from his childhood memory, and smiles back at his beloved girlfriend. Xeno, who looked at me with such a grin, had a frightened look on his face and laughed.

Amelia flaunts Xeno when she realizes the look on her husband's face when I change the type of laughter. While disputing her like that, everyone around me laughs at Zeno, who doesn't get his head up. Zeno never let go of Amelia's shoulder, even though she seemed laughed at and dissatisfied with everyone.

In that happy sight, I put on the liquor that was left in the glass.

"- If it's gonna happen, I wanted to stand there, Amelia."

With a drop of Shizukuishi, my voice disappeared without reaching anyone's ear.

Having finished reading the last one that existed, I saw the face of a friend who carefully placed a bunch of paper on his desk and drank his spit and waited to finish reading it.

"You, this..."

"Don't ask. I know what you're trying to say. But there was nothing else... I survived around the corner, and even I spared my life!

Take a serious look at your friend who shouted so with a sinking face.

This friend who keeps his typographical addiction name wanted the book lover to do his job and has been a sold writer there since he was a student. Did it go well with this guy who seems to have a hand in various areas but is good at discussing information objectively, especially his assessment of the discussion paper on the subject of history is excellent? Several historical studies were placed and used at Epis School even while attending school.

My other friends and I thought this guy was going to live buried in letters like this, and he was going to. But it wasn't until after high school that our imagination came off.

We will not forget the last five years, when we threw ourselves into a battle that began without knowing why.

I stepped into the battlefield without even knowing why I had to fight, just to live. Senior friends juniors, those from the same Epis school, of course, even the peasants lived and scattered their weapons in their hands.

It was the people known as Si Yingjie who defended and saved this country while so many people were just confused and full of defending themselves.

Besides, if three of them are graduates of the same Episcopal school as us, it's only natural that this guy should write a book.

This guy, who was in pharmacy, knew Senior Elva von Ricard, and relied on his student handouts to introduce him to Seniors Celery and Libro von Baird. Following further handouts, he also obtained permission from [the fiery spear brave] and the Duke of Amelia's warrant, and listened.

Why is this guy writing such a romantic novel when he says he is recognized and asked about a valuable experience? Weren't you supposed to write Tan, a hero with a historical perspective?

But that's what I thought for a while.

When I remembered a friend who had come back from Master Celery with a blue face before, I quietly guessed the answer.

"- That's why I told you to stop."

"I felt a life-threatening smile for the first time in my life!

"That guy is standard equipment - this is advice from a kind friend to you for having such a first experience. Set your personality yet. Stop this development. Sure, there was an engagement story with the Duke of Amelia warrant, but it's flowing fast. And most importantly, what if Senior Celery really thinks of the Duke of Amelia?"

"There were rumors that Senior Celery was as kind to Miss Amelia as someone else, and Miss Amelia said, 'Brother Celery is a kind man'... I guess it tastes bad"

"... tasteless, or it would suck. That's Senior Celery, isn't it? Your speculation has a reputation for hitting it pretty good... and what if it did? I'm sorry. If you're willing to commit suicide, cut me off and then do it."

"............... I'll rewrite it"

"Do it."

- Sometimes, that book was born, wasn't it?

It is not a good memory that writing a hero Tan who should have praised the achievements of the heroes somehow became a romantic novel for Wangdao, and eventually turned into an entertainment novel that left a slight shadow on the hero Tan.

At the time, I was the first person to ask for a letter of introduction to Master Celery. For once, he was a magician and knew his face during school, so he also worked at Master Celery's side during the war.

There was quite a bit of interaction between me and Senior Celery, who was only one different year, as a senior junior. That's why I stopped him. I don't know about the others, but I don't know a few of Senior Celery's martial arts traditions, and I don't know how much damage they've done.

I told him to write patiently to the extent that he did not greed them with their permission or memorabilia, but gathered the same rumours and anecdotes as many humans.

It was a friend of mine who shook it off, so I thought I wouldn't mind abandoning it, but I thought about when it became a problem later, and I visited my friend's house that day. I don't know why you haven't stopped me since I published it, because I don't want to be stuck with Master Celery.

I survived that war around the corner. I want to live longer.

That novel, which was supposed to be real characters but didn't make them feel dusty, was the subject of various speculations at the time, but what happened now?

At the same time, I looked away at two places, and I remembered the memories of the distant past one after the other, watching the trends of Aginis and the others with Senior Celery, who mirrored the sight not only for me but also for me to see it easily.

Let's be honest. Only reality escapes.

... Isn't this unsavory?

"- Why are you doing this?!?"

Looking at the water mirror that shifts Aginis' trends as he remembers the days of his existence, I think so.

I didn't know it was all Senior Celery's plot, and Aginis looked terrific as he diligently searched for his people. I've never seen such desperate aginis.

Since his admission to the High School, he has been quite adept at rubbing with Starp, slashing Marnagarm alone, and going to the rescue of Princess Claire without permission, but is an excellent, lumbar and soft sword screen that he cannot imagine from an aginis like a student's sample, even after subtracting from the area.

It shows how important His Highness and Robes are to Aginis.

"- Doyle, you are very good and entertaining in the future, but when His Highness gets involved, you don't seem to be able to stay a little calm. I'm worried about the future even though it took me so long to get confused. Do we need to reform consciousness around here?"

Even so, Senior Celery is this grammar.

I didn't think, "No, no, Aginis would react naturally, wouldn't you?" and goes into my heart to evaluate Senior Celery, who is too harsh.

Aginis feels that, of course, His Highness surrounds the robes dearly, no matter who sees them, and that if he hands on them, he won't have to. All the nobles who had now laid their hands on the Death Fectors have been so painfully eyed that they have drawn their hands. There's no evidence that Aginis did it, but I guess he takes care of the people he put in his nostalgia. And a strong sense of responsibility.

Wouldn't it be forgiven if such a human being lost sight of His Royal Highness the King and his close subordinates before his own eyes, even if they were a little confused? He's only a fifteen-year-old boy, no matter how many substandard he is.

People who have not shown their true intentions for a long time and have never seen anything like being nice to people without a back, but this rating on boulders is terrible.

"His Royal Highness is also His Highness. If you were worried, Doyle, you would have had the option of solemnly not imposing an extra burden, outside of prioritizing your emotions, etc. If anything happens to you, Doyle, I know you're upset and I can't go with you."

"Hey, where's Doyle?!?"

"Master Doyle is disappearing!?"

"'Grey's brother! Dear Balad! It's this way.' '

"Your Highness Gray, Mr. Rove, this way, please. I'll explain. '

"Why is the teacher here? What the hell are you letting Doyle do!

Seeing another water mirror in Senior Celery's novel that followed, His Highness and Rove had just joined Dr. Terrell and Dr. Das.

I have lost sight of Aginis and they are in quite a hurry too. For His Highness, Aginis is a childhood tame, as well as a future brother-in-law. I will not stand out because I am an excellent child as Prince Wang, but it is an implicit understanding that he treats Aginis with care and, if anything, has shoulders.

Needless to say, I'm in the robe. He is an Aginis supremacist, whom we all acknowledge.

Attract the character of the students from their memories as they listen to Senior Celley's rigorous assessment. And the moment Aginis shifted his gaze to the mirror that reflected again, his blood caught when he saw Aginis, who stopped the horse, beat and dented the tree with his bare hands.

... Will I be safe with the wrath of the next king, Aginis and Robe?

A punch strength test for students who have been persuaded by Senior Celery that it is necessary for their growth and have accepted it.

In the course of my daily life, I now regret violently that I have been explained to see how much I can handle if I am suddenly forced to fight, and that I have allowed myself to be certain of my safety. And why, then, did you nod at Senior Celery's saying, "Doyle, in case something went wrong, you'll be fine with some things," and choose Aginis as the subject of the prototype?

Senior Celley's story is that he calmly sorts out the information after this, and when he goes to a predetermined location, there is a gatekeeper, and if he knocks down the gatekeeper, he can come back to where his Highness and Teacher Terrail are currently, but after that, it's a problem.

Will I be safe then? What kind of joke is it that just punched me in the frustration and the tree recessed? Give me a break.

Unless you feel sorry for the habits of the late sixties already, but you can't wait to be scared after you reveal the seeds.

I didn't expect Senior Celery to lump another space and apply a trick so far in hand. It is also not planned that His Highness accompanied the prototype of this exam.

Aginis is showing more agitation and impatience and frustration than you can imagine in shame, and His Royal Highness has exposed his frustration to hear Dr. Terail and Dr. Das explain.

After this, it's horrible just to think about what the hell they're going to react to knowing everything.

"- Oh. Doyle, you seem to have finally noticed. Looks like we're headed for the lake."

"'Finally' is too soon."

Fearfighting me elsewhere, I say it back to Senior Celery, who gives Aginis a tough rating. If I looked back, I could see Aginis holding the horse's reins in a different calm atmosphere than earlier.

"No, Doyle, because of your abilities, it would be 'finally'."

"What the hell is Senior Celery's rigorous assessment of Aginis based on from earlier?

An hour and a little to recover from the fear and agony of not knowing the sudden change from a state of relief and the safety of the people you care about and come up with an answer. If you're a wartime human, it's still an amazing mental power for a boy who only knows a peaceful Majesta.

Yeah, I thought so, but Senior Celery's ratings are different when he looks at the water mirror with some disgruntled look on his face.

"Now let's ask the other way around. Why do you say, great enough for you, Doyle?"

"... oh, that sounds great, no"

"It looks great. Anyway, it's about you, Doyle, so if you're a fifteen-year-old boy considering your age ~ or something. The school director is the idea, so the kids don't grow up. He wants to push the limits of children, etc. with unsolicited behavior that has never pushed the children to their limits. And you wish you were protected in your own hands, right? I have a lot of thoughts too. That's how you don't realize that adult selfish emotions are dampening your child's corner talents. Doyle, you can take down Marnagarm, right? And it's okay to build a bridge for three magicians by yourself, right? Why did you put him in our common sense? Does His Majesty Est and Alan also intend to keep the danger away and to make amends by keeping and killing him in a peaceful boxyard? It's ridiculous. Doyle, why don't you understand that what you want is not a position to be protected and spoiled. You said that when you stand on your back with everything, you would let the world see its name. What you want, Doyle, is a strength that can be protected, a power that no one can beat. And it would be the role of teachers and parents to give it to you. Doyle, your limitations are beyond our imagination. Stop determining the limits of children, etc. with unsolicited aspirations and objects. It's annoying."

I realize that I stepped on Senior Celery's tail to a word that began without getting my hair in between with my gaze, such as "You're an idiot".

Apparently, Senior Celery did not care much about His Majesty's intentions regarding the situation here and abroad these days: "Don't let the children take anything personally". Seems like my words were bad too, but they hit more than half and eight. Annoying.

Though I think so, I can't beat Senior Celery by mouth or battle no matter how I scratch him, so I take that word very seriously.

Even if you are already in the second half of the sixties and are the school director of the flourishing Epis School, there are many things that are unrivaled. It's a very intelligent world.

"Why are you surrounding children and blocking their eyes when you know it could be a dangerous world from now on? I don't know what that means. There is absolutely no such thing in this world. Like the wars of the past, maybe tomorrow, but the battle begins, right? Yet what are we going to do with the children depriving them of the opportunity to grow up? I'm fine with wanting to protect you, but at the same time I should let you build up your strength in a peaceful time. If the guardian dies, what should we do with the children who were surrounded? You want me to die with you? irresponsible. Are you willing to put those children on the battlefield without any readiness, as we were then"

I can't say anything to Senior Celery's words that were told and push him to shut up.

I know what His Majesty intends and what he thinks again. I also think it would be better if the kids could finish without knowing anything. It's not like I want my kids to grow up fast and rush their lives.

But I remember those days of battle that started forty-five years ago.

I fought through an endless battle just to live without knowing why.

The voidness and anger I had then are still in this chest.

Just like this guy in front of you.

- There's no way.

"Then watch carefully. I'm sure you, Doyle, will show some amazing results. He's the one I followed with my eyes on."

Lady Celery, who nodded in my reply and returned her gaze to Aginis, said nothing more. But now that I know this man is sincerely worried about the fate of Aginis and His Highness, I also watch Aginis trends with great care.

Senior Celery has long been a belly-black, slightly addicted to magic, someone who was harsh on himself and tougher on others, but still wanted to follow. There are many parts of me that I wonder if that's okay as a person, but people who never put themselves in a safe place.

I have no doubt that this senior, who acts with certain convictions, whether hated or resented, is prepared to do so. He's a hard man with a nasty personality, but he's not a bad guy. Sometimes I wonder if he's more of a gentle loser.

A friend wrote on the day of his arrival, like Celery in a romantic novel.

"But this, aren't you complaining later? Although unexpected, His Royal Highness will also take advantage of it, and Aginis will be angry with the boulder. I'm scared to confront a kid with bare hands and lightly dimpled trees."

Just checking the beds of the horses and convinced that where I am is a created space, Aginis looks over to the lake where the gatekeeper is, visiting Senior Celley about something he has always cared about.

But when I saw this one, Senior Celery laughed with his nose, saying it was a real problem for me. Terrible.

"What, that I fell asleep. Whatever happens to you, Doyle, I will never complain about this."

"How can you say that?"

"Because it's you, Doyle. You can bet, right? Of course I bet those who don't complain."

"No, thank you."

I answer to Senior Celery confidently and immediately. I'm not joking about gambling with Senior Celery or anything. I don't know what you'll be demanding the day you lose. Old fashioned short, so let me live in peace.

I don't know what the basis is, but if you're not complaining, that's fine.

If Aginis, the prime victim in this case, does not complain, His Highness will not complain much either. Half-heartedly, I remain anxious, but I'm sure that's what will happen because Senior Celley is going to say so far.

Looking at Aginis driving through the white horse with such a hunch, I think.

Perhaps it would be an honor to have Senior Celery look at me this way. But my valued men put their hands on me, pushed me with ecologically unknown creatures, badly praised on me for turning me into an experimental bench like this, and it's unclear how I'm going to be, but I'm not even allowed to complain, and Aginis, whose future training is organized as a matter of course, is allowed, even if it runs out of honesty.

Or I'll forgive you, Aginis.

... Live strong, Aginis.

I don't know if I'm blessed or pitiful.

With such sentiments, Senior Celley, who only had understandable tenderness on top of difficulty, liked me and whispered cheer for Aginis, who seems to be expected.

By the way.

Then I saw the gatekeeper for Aginis that Senior Celley had prepared it specially and said, "Promise not! What is it, that monster slime!?" needless to say I screamed.