Hagure Seirei Ino Shinsatsu Kiroku~ Seijo Kishi-dan to Iyashi no Kamiwaza ~

The captain knights at the Fortress of Isle Rose have a private room in the 'Cadet'. Mr. Presha also said he was now back in his private room.

There is an uncovered roof on the three levels of the fortress, through which you will pass when you head to the 'Cadet'. There is a moon floating between the clouds in the sky - the moon is slightly missing compared to when I saw it with Mr. Diete before.

Her health has improved considerably since Mr. Diete asked her to use Night Forgotten Flowers (Nightflaw). Since sleep contributes to both restoring fatigue and maintaining mental equilibrium, efforts should be made to improve if the sleep cycle is at all out of order.

The soldiers of this fortress, who have struggled for a long time against the Zirconia attacks, may have symptoms under the disease, even if they are not visibly harmful to their health. I think we should do a medical exam for everyone, but it's all about thinking after this operation is a success.

There was only one elderly guard in front of the entrance to the cadet building, and when he looked at me, he saluted me. For me, I'm a woman of my mother's age, but my body is working out and I feel so impatient that I can't get close to standing with a stick.

- But when she looked at me, she looked down. Apparently, you knew me.

"Welcome, Dr. Glass. Is it suitable for the officers? Everyone will be in your room except Chloe, who is watching the night."

I get the impression that if I only look at a flamboyant smile, I'm a thoughtful aunt. Everyone is - a lot of people were murderous when they first saw it, but the current situation is never fragrant, but the expression is soft.

The time for dedicated defense ended with the determination of His Highness Astina. That means they've already been told by their superiors.

"I heard that depending on the outcome of tomorrow's military conference, we will soon be attacking Zirconia. Thank you, Dr. Glass, for staying with us at the fortress."

"No, I'll accompany you, too. We magicians can't break our present predicament if we don't hit it with all our strength either... sorry, even though it's still shallow to come here and say that"

She was surprised that I said I was going, too, and put it on her face without hiding the heartache. I guess you make me look like that because you think my life is in danger for the military doctor to accompany me.

I know very well that I cannot be alarmed. If enemy general Alejandro understands the military utility of spiritual magic by being able to obey Noyne, he'll come after it as a top priority if he finds out there's a Noyne, or a Mage, here.

"We hear that magic exerts our unimaginable power in battle. But... I'm sorry, it was on my own that I overlapped my son with my teacher. I volunteered for a soldier if I were to let my younger son go to battle any day."

"... Really? Your son hasn't..."

"My family lived in the town of Portoro, and I have the opportunity to go home twice a year. I am living to see my son grow up every time I go home. I thought having no parents was making my son feel lonely, and it's not. He seems to be proud that I'm in the Knights..."

I can see why she talks so much rap. At the same time, I make sure that there are not only this man, but all the soldiers waiting to return.

And she's even ready to march in front of the troops. She wants to talk to someone - about a child who wants to protect her family, even if she's risking her life.

"I guess your son is even more splendid when he returns to Portoro again"

Maybe insensitive. What you say now, before tomorrow, before the day after tomorrow.

Still, I say. Including the meaning of admonition for myself as to what I learned magic for and what I learned the way to use people for.

"Make sure we all go back. So let me fight with all of you."

"... the teacher, even if he's so young, is still a 'teacher'. When we talk like this, I feel like you're foreseeing all of everyone's feelings."

"I haven't been able to see everyone yet. In order to do that, you have to win and come home… yes, may I ask your name for a delay"

"My name is Odessa. If I..."

After she's named, she tries to tell me something. I knew what that was, so I was going to listen - but.

When Mr. Odessa shook his head, he dropped the word he was about to say to his chest.

"No. Dr. Glass, it's good to have a word with your teacher"

"Me too. It will be cold at night, so I'll bring you a drink that will warm your body later."

There's not much I can do. Entering the cadet building, apparently they were listening outside, and the caretaker woman was about to go serve Mr. Odessa a drink.

"Good evening, Doctor. I thought you might want to give it to me, but I'm bringing drinks to the guards now."

"Thank you. Um, where's Captain Presha..."

When asked, the look on the woman's face shades. She tours, but still answers the questions.

"Lady Presha's room is only to be visited by Laquelle at night. But if you're Dr. Glass..."

"... I'll try to get to the front of the room. So far, can you forgive me?"

"Yes, because I have heard that Mr. Glass is trusted, too. Mr. Presha's room will be upstairs."

I go upstairs, tell me where the stairs are, and I start walking towards you.

And I just went upstairs - looking out the hallway window, I found a brunette woman.

"Raquel Knight Chief......"

Calling her name, she reacted perfectly and then looked back slowly.

Weaving her gown from the top of her thin bedclothes, she had an unexpectedly lovely look on her face, completely different from her appearance as a strict knight chief to show during the day.

- But those eyes make me worried when I look at them. Slipping moonlight on her long lashes, she was looking at me without saying anything.

"... I was going to keep the Presha thing a secret only for me, Your Highness, and Diete. Presha herself wouldn't want you to know yet."

"Let me know... Mr. Presha..."

I called to ask if there was anything I was hiding, and I reconsidered that it wasn't.

Everyone has something. It's only natural that there's so much I can't reveal when I'm still here in the shallow sun.

"... it seemed to me that Mr. Presha was alive and in a hurry. If she doesn't hate sacrificing herself to lead this battle to victory, she's here thinking we should talk about it now."

"I know. While Presha was speaking, I knew the glass was nervous and I had something to think about... Your Highness would have noticed too"

My Highness and I are connected through a covenant with the Divine Tree. So His Highness could have stopped me if he had guessed that I was about to see Mr. Presha.

But I'm here. I must not take pride in my thoughts, but at a time when I am here without being blamed for anything, I also have the idea that I am allowed to meet with Mr. Presha.

But I thought Mr. Raquel was here to try me out. I read that you were coming to see Mr. Presha and waited to determine if I should let you see him.

"... that no matter what Presha looks like, she will not be surprised. I want you to take it as it is, even if you see it differently than Presha during the day. Yes, can you promise?"

"Yes. I didn't come here on a joke or a whim. It is my duty to manage the health of the general who is going out. Mr. Presha is in a position to put together many soldiers… I can't keep seeing her and feeling sorry for her"

The best I can say is that I'm showing her about herself, but I can't say good words or anything. I just thought I should tell her that I'm not acting driven by personal feelings.

Mr. Raquel had put his arms around him and was listening with his eyes closed. I thought it wasn't like intimidating me, it was deeply intriguing the words.

"... well. Right. I'm sorry I did something to try. You treated me and made me feel better, so I can spend the night without having to endure the pain of burning too. I know I should entrust everything to you."

"We need to get Chief Raquel to continue to receive treatment. If I had time, I'd like to ask you later."

"No... Tonight, it's good about me. Just think about Presha. And if I may, from the bad dreams she's had for a long time, with your hands..."

"It's too protective to say anything. I'll leave you to your teacher."

"... Diete, how long have you been hearing this? Isn't hearsay an act contrary to the pride of the nobility?

Do you have a bedroom on the same floor, Mr. Diete shows up? Though her bedclothes are from nobility, they are not that extravagant, but I've always seen her wearing armor, so it looked very fresh.

I checked again that this knighthood is full of beauties and the heartbeat speeds up undeniably - I thought it was something I didn't have that urge for, but is this the kind of conservative instinct of the species? Just like animal hunting instincts, restraint in reason is hard to work with.

"Pfft... you make me realize I'm a woman when you react so much"

"Hey, what are you talking about... at all. The glass reacts, etc…"

"Oh, yes, no... we both have different impressions than usual... sorry, it's before bedtime, so naturally, right?"

Not if it's illuminating, but when I put my hair down in front of Mr. Diete and Mr. Raquel, this doesn't feel like a good place for a guy to step in.

Knowing or not my insides like that, Mr. Diete came down the stairs halfway, turning behind me, touching his shoulders and urging him to move on.

"I'd really like you to come into my room and see how I put the flowers you gave me before. Now it's your concern as a colleague to think only about Presha."

"Uhm... Diete, let's wait in the room just in case. Not these days, but if Presha had nightmares..."

"Nightmare… is that the cause of the obsessive-compulsive attitude that Mr. Presha has always had"

"... a heart wound is not an easy thing to heal. Even if I know the cause, I can't do anything about it. Because you can't change the past, you can't go back to what you lost."

Still, they said they'd let me go to Mr. Presha. I never want to betray that trust.

"I'm fine. You two, rest in your rooms. Can I see you later?"

Keep the air heavy. It puts a burden on both of us. So I wasn't sure they were playing well, but I made them laugh.

They're both blushing - I didn't want them to look like that, but they're both kind minded and that's all I think about Mr. Presha.

"... Regards, Dr. Glass"

"Please also from me. One day Presha won't do anything to throw her life away in battle... at all, her heart..."

Physical wounds and illnesses have proven to be curable, and there are numerous cases where I am confident in treating them.

It is the disease of the mind that is equal to them or harder to treat than that and sometimes even cannot find an answer. There were soldiers in this fortress who also had the aftermath of the battle - but now they see me and laugh at me.

It doesn't start when you give up from the beginning. I'd rather look for what I can do than give up because it's hard.

Break up with the two of you and continue down the thin-light hallway. And in the deepest part, I stood in front of Mr. Presha's room.

Trying to knock on the door, I thought if Mr. Presha was asleep, I shouldn't have woken him up. By touching the wooden door and listening to the 'voice' heard from the indoor wooden products, I see what Mr. Presha is doing.

From inside the room, there is hardly a 'voice' of plants. Wood products were found on shelves that put weapons and clothes on and on beds, but felt very killer landscapes.

(... this voice... are you talking to someone? No...... no......)

I thought I might have heard wrong. Anyone can say anything in their sleep, though.

Wooden bed in the room. Presha sleeping on it made me feel like I was crying.

- Mother... forgive me... don't leave me... because I'll be a good girl... -

What does that word mean? Even if you don't know, taste the pain of being choosen on the chest.

She's dreaming now. There is a way to ascertain whether that is what Mr. Raquel calls a 'nightmare' - with the help of the Spirit, Arlaune, who allows people to touch their hearts.

Place the mediating bulbs at your feet. And chanted in a small voice.

"'Glossy flowers blooming in the garden of demonic flowers... show yourselves in this world once and for all and show your power'"

In response to the summons, the grassroots form a magical formation around the bulb roots. And the flowers opened, and Lune of Arlaune appeared.

"Thank you, Summoner, for calling. Whenever I'm summoned lately, it's always dark outside."

"Sorry, I'm late at night."

"I can make lots of nutrients, even in the moonlight. Look, the leaves are so lively."

Roune shows a blooming flower over her head. It only looked like a flower hair ornament, but it absorbed the moonlight that plugged into this hallway and was converting it into magic.

"... Presha, I hear your sister crying. The Summoner wants to help your sister, doesn't he?

"I'd like to if I could. But... what brings you so far, but entering her room asleep..."

"It's not if you're saying that, it looks so painful. If you keep having nightmares like this, your mind is getting more and more eroded. Sad dreams are like bugs that dry up the roots of flowers."

Arlaune sues desperately. Mr. Diete was also insomniac and eroded his body, but it is better not to be a nightmare to maximize the power that Mr. Presha can also have.

While I was doing that, he was watching me before I went back to my room, and Mr. Raquel and Mr. Diete came.

"... since you seem reluctant, I'll still tell him. Until a little while ago, when Presha was dreamed of, I accompanied her to rest. I can calm her down because she's about me for a long time... but Presha's grown up too. Don't be sweet to me, I'm resting on my own... but be honest, I'm not worried"

"Presha said she was worried about keeping Dr. Glass and the other women in the same room. She thought it was okay to take the teacher to her room. I'm talking about possibilities, but if you really did, you'd show your teacher what a nightmare would look like... Presha would suffer better"

Being in the same room as me is only a matter of analogy. What Mr. Diete is trying to say is that Mr. Presha will hide the nightmare, even if it is always temperamental in front of me.

"If Presha were to invite the glass to her room, then... she would have to show her 'current state'. That makes no sense. I want the glass to have a look at her room right now. It may be too much interference, but in such a way that it can be left alone..."

"Okay. If Mr. Presha were to be angry that he entered the room without permission, he would be spoiled for that anger. I will try not to."

"It's a bad habit for a teacher to carry anything as his responsibility. Presha and we are colleagues and it may seem like we are saying something sweet...... we have spent a long time together. She should be pissed off at us."

Mr. Raquel nods at Mr. Diete's words. And she opened the door quietly.

Roune and I walked into the room, and I looked indoors - and accepted the sight as it were.

If Mr. Raquel hadn't told me beforehand, I would have been less upset. Whether it was worn with a spear or a number of cuts like cut left on walls and floors with repaired marks.

At the wall of the room was placed an old wooden bed that did not appear to be used by the Cavaliers' executives, where Mr. Presha did not lie, but was brought to the wall, sitting with something in his arms.

What she's holding is a blurry doll. And the spear erected on the bed is always within her reach.

"... Summoner, you can't come near me now. I'm sure if you're not Raquel's sister, if you get close to Mr. Presha..."

Even in this state, everyone in the Knights treated Mr. Presha as a 'fierce general'.

That's because Mr. Presha's knight pride has nothing to do with the heartbreak she had.

"Lune is right. Now I'm not allowed to get any closer."

The anger she showed us when blaming our countrymen for their betrayal of our country, Lazennaia. It was something I could say hateful.

As we fought together, she recognized me as one of them and also called me 'Doctor'. Still, somewhere, I felt that there was something I didn't understand with Mr. Presha.

"... a doctor who doesn't get to it at all. I was scared somewhere in my heart to see Mr. Presha's strength. I can't believe I'm trying to heal her wounds."

"Lord Summoner..."

The floor at your feet is also scratched with a spear. If we go one step further, it means she might attack us for having a nightmare.

"Fill this distance. Arlaune, can you help me?"

"Huh... yes. If it's for the Summoner, it's cheap..."

Roune answers and she touches the ground. Then, Arlaune's jar, which grew from my feet, is entangled, and he passes on the floor, and the jar reaches Mr. Presha's bed.

And then the pigeon wears a round of flowers. The flower opens and the pollen that made me dance leads me to sleep - keeping me and Mr. Presha connected.

Let me show you the dream she's having. Even if I could imagine how hard that would be, I wasn't willing to take a step back from where I'm standing right now.

◆ ◇ ◆

Something, like metal, sounds like bumping into each other. The sound of horseshoes, the sound of people walking in armor - and screaming.

What am I looking at? In the faded sight, only the black smoke that just goes up in the sky and the red of the flames that burn the houses are vividly tinted.

"- Mother! Wait, I'll be right there to help... Huh!

The voice, a little younger than it is now, leaves a shady - indeed, it belonged to Mr. Presha.

This is what Mr. Presha is dreaming about. As a young girl, she runs to her village with a stick of wood in her hand and being attacked by someone.

(Stop, don't go... Mr. Presha, if you go now, he'll kill you...!

"Wow!

This has happened in the past. Soldiers flying the flag of an enemy country - not Zirconia, facing the eastern part of the kingdom, the troops of the 'Gurnica City Alliance' - were sighted attacking the village.

From the moment I connected my consciousness, Mr. Presha's memory was pouring into me. But the enormity of that amount of information and her emotions, which are burned in her memory, create tearing pain - not my body, which is not here, but my heart itself.

Young Presha runs unconsciously - torn by force, jumping in from the hole in the fence surrounding the village and running at a speed he doesn't think is a child, even if the cavalry that entered him notices him.

'Mother, Mother, Mother...!

Wiping her tears abusively, she calls her mother repeatedly. Each time, my chest seems to tighten, but now I can't do anything for him.

- You can't change the past. But it is unacceptable to turn a blind eye.

I was still just going to look at some of it and find out how tragic the outcome of the war was.

The girl, Presha, opens the doors of her own flamed house and her squishy house.

"... Mother...?

Don't look, even if you want to scream, you can't change her behavior in the past.

Mr. Presha traces the remaining blood on the wooden floor and proceeds to the back of the house. And we go into the dining room where we would have once had a meal with our mother, and we see allowances or gradually destroyed indoors.

Everything else turns gray. Only the blood that has flowed at Mr. Presha's feet, above all, burns red into his sight.

'... I don't like it. Ahhh...!

Removing the stick he had in his hand, Mr. Presha stuck to his body more than ran to his mother, who had already stopped moving.

Memories of her spending time with her mother pour in. That loses color one by one and gets painted black.

The last word Presha said from her mother was, 'It's Presha's birthday, so you're gonna put more on your arm to make something tasty.'

If only I'd gone home a little early. If you tell your mother to be selfish and take her out into the woods - in such regret, Mr. Presha finds out. Hold the mother's hand, on the needle wound left at its fingertips.

In the shattered room there was' it 'in the wreckage of the furniture. For Mr. Presha, it must have been made by her mother, a hand-stitched doll.

The gifts that could be prepared to please the child were not so available in this village. Presha, who wanted a valuable paper book in the village, had not been able to rejoice in it, knowing that her mother was making dolls.

Get the doll with your hands wet in blood. When I embraced it, I saw in front of her, a shadow stretched from behind.

"If you don't come back, don't feel bad about what you didn't have to die for..."

- When she heard the voice, she was scared.

Reflectively, he took the stick placed beside him and shook it off towards the man standing behind him, who might have hung his own mother in his hand.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

A sharp blow - but against a soldier in armor, that couldn't be a fatal blow.

Soldiers rage on unexpected counterattacks, waving long swords. I can't take it with a stick of wood or anything - still, what Mr. Presha chose was to roll out the poke ready to stab me wrong.

'- Ahhh...!

I don't mind getting killed. Only this man, with his own hands...

Her thrust, rolled out to strike a vengeance, but completely cut off the sky.

That was because a weapon of enormous mass had swept away the place where the soldiers were. Raquel-Litokarsha, a dark-haired knight who waved a steel horse spear on the ground - the same temper as he is now, was there.

"Ah... oh..."

Blown enemy soldiers don't move. Raquel's eyes worry when he sees Presha with a stick.

'... sorry. A little sooner, if we had arrived…'

Even if he finds out he's on his side, Mr. Presha can't put the stick down. Lost emotions are making physical freedom ineffective.

All I can do is stare at the knights on my side who helped me. Still, Mr. Raquel continued to face Mr. Presha in silence.

'... well fought. But just because you can use a stick, it's hard to survive in this desolate battlefield'

'... with your mother... she won't leave me. This is... this is... eh'

It's a bad dream. Yes, before Mr. Presha spoke, Mr. Raquel let go of his spear immediately and, without fear of being attacked, stepped out in front of Mr. Presha with a stick.

"- Don't come!

Mr. Raquel avoided and gripped the reflexively rolled out stick by simply tilting his neck.

'Get off me... Get off me...!

'... you have martial arts qualities. The enemy army that attacked the village was swept up by our Royal Lazennaia Army... under the command of my lord, His Highness Astina'

'I don't know that... our village is nothing wrong...'

'... no matter how strong you get, you can't protect everything. But that's what we want in our army. Even if that's a distant ideal'

The force in the stick loosens. That was because I saw tears streaming down Mr. Raquel's cheek.

Vision, blurry seeps. Ms. Presha is also crying - sadly, she even forgot to cry - when she saw Ms. Raquel's tears and remembered.

A removed stick rolls down the floor. Mr. Raquel knelt on the floor and hugged Mr. Presha.

That's the beginning.

One knight, Presha Hortensia, was born the day she lost everything.