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

Mr. Presha was taken by Mr. Raquel to head to the headquarters of the Eastern Front to study as a Knight Candidate at a training school attached to the Knights.

Although Mr. Raquel had little opportunity to be coached, Mr. Presha dawned on training to keep her sayings well and not beat the men's candidates. But the memory was just pale in Mr. Presha as an accumulation to create his present self, with no pain or anything.

A stick that didn't weigh heavily at first, 300 times a day. When she still stopped feeling responsive, outside of regular class hours, she made training equipment that weighed on the stick and kept shaking it even.

Ms. Presha, who had shortened her hair and looked like a boy, was told by the boy to say 'man and woman' in the pussy, but she stopped caring a little bit. She broke it off that it was pointless to be conscious of gender, etc., in order to pursue a knight and fulfill her purpose.

Too much training for a girl in the first half of the decade, she overcome by spending the magic she was born with on physical recovery, gaining more physical abilities than she could imagine from a small body. So the way she learns spiritual magic and becomes a magician disappears - she didn't realize she had the qualities of a demonic warrior, but the surroundings noticed its heterogeneous power and became a little more afraid of her.

Eventually, Mr. Presha began to participate in a mock battle, manipulating a stick much longer than his back length and standing around like a beast greedily aiming at his opponent's weaknesses, which led him to be nicknamed the 'Female Wolf (Volfes)'.

Not even a single teacher can beat her. For two years as a cadet, a slightly twelve-year-old girl took the lead only in martial arts grades - but Mr. Presha's hope to be on the front line was not fulfilled, and it was a male cadet who drew noble blood who was selected as an officer.

Eighteen-year-old youth. He may have had a little pride, too. He made an obvious vice against Mr. Presha, who could never win in martial arts.

"I'm very busy with poor people. The corporal likes you, so you're on track. Look at that, it's still swollen where you hit me. What will you do? '

'... I don't know that. I don't even remember hitting you with training. "

'Even if you don't remember, I have it over here!

He took many of the boys around him and took them out behind the school building so Mr. Presha could not argue. In a reassuring and proud manner, he approaches Mr. Presha, who is standing still, and touches his jaw.

'Speak up for yourself, and from now on the poor will remain poor and adulterous. You can't do anything without a weapon.'

How can man turn so much malice against man? What happened in the past makes me very silent.

But this is only a thing that has happened in the past. I just have to watch - but.

"Ha, you finally understand? Fine, I'll do the right one for the bitch. Hey, keep an eye on nobody coming. '

From the next moment onwards, the memory breaks. All I can read is the rage that burns everything down and, you know, the intent to kill.

- Don't say anything bad about my mother!

Mr. Presha did not have a stick. So the men who surrounded her were also alarmed - but.

"Come on, come on... Guh!

Mr. Presha first tried to target the person with a weapon - a wooden sword for protection - and let him control it only with physical surgery. Once in a while he takes his opponent's arm away from him with an extremely stick, he turns to the aristocratic youth who mocked her.

'The one who insults my mother will never forgive me...!

"Hino...!

A noble young man screams pitifully. Mr. Presha is willing to take his life, and he wields a wooden sword with full force - but.

"Eh... let go of me... let go of me... this is the guy who made my mother...!

It was - Mr. Raquel - who was grasping and stopping the wooden sword with an amazing grip. I cut my hair and my impression has changed dramatically, but definitely.

She had more style as a samurai than she had when she brought Mr. Presha here, so much so that I could unexpectedly learn to tremble just looking at her memory.

'Let me hear her story in the guidance room. Report your actions to your instructor. It's off-class time, so go back to your quarters immediately.'

'Don't be ridiculous... this guy tried to kill me! I was beaten with a wooden sword by the Viscount's successor! Can that be allowed!

The aristocratic young man keeps his provocation and makes excuses by putting himself up on the shelf. Seeing that, Mr. Raquel said nothing and looked around at the three men who were surrounding Mr. Presha.

'... why did you summon your junior classmate girlfriend alone? The rules of the Knights Training School should stipulate that personal interference in academia other than with the opposite sex is prohibited'

'Well, that was...' cause this guy was defiant against us... heh...!

In Mr. Raquel's eyes, which until then showed little emotional movement, a sharp light dwells - that alone shakes the aristocratic youth, one step, two steps and backward.

'It is forbidden to engage in private fights with other candidates, exert pressure in groups, etc. If such a thing were done, the disposition would be severe...'

'... oh, we... we didn't do anything. I can't believe I almost got beat up...'

'That's fine. If you want to hustle about malicious content against her, let this be an issue for the entire training school'

"Ku...... Ugh......"

The eyes of a young man who could not face Mr. Raquel's gaze and looked at Mr. Presha with regret contained emotions other than hostility or fear for Mr. Presha. Yes - obsessive.

What was the purpose, calling Mr Presha? Even with that in mind, I can only assume I'm too naive. I wonder what you would say to a powerful and favored opponent and say it would be.

"Da, Dear Dadrum, you should pull this off for a moment..."

'Eh... I know you don't have to tell me! Excuse me...... Huh!

The young man, called Dadrum, leaves early enough to take his surroundings. The leftover Mr. Presha remained on his knees, unable to release the wooden sword yet.

'... it's not the right weapon for you. You promised me you'd give me a spear when I became a quasi-knight. If you can't stand it here, you won't be able to do it either'

Mr. Presha taught Mr. Raquel to spear only for a short period of time during which Mr. Raquel stayed in training school. But Mr. Presha admired Mr. Raquel as a spear master.

Otherwise, Mr. Presha had become unconscious back and forth and hit Mr. Raquel as well. Mr. Presha has not forgiven the person who insulted his mother - he has sealed up his intent to kill in order not to grieve Mr. Raquel.

'I... like my sister Raquel, I can't be. You have to be patient to fight your mother's enemies, until you become a knight...'

'... would have been just as angry if I had been placed in the same situation as Presha. You don't have to be ashamed of that. I really don't think you should have stopped your spear if it was meant to protect your pride.'

'... yeah. If I kill him, I'm sure my aristocratic parents will come out and try to execute me... then I'll be annoyed by Sister Raquel for bringing me here.' Cause I'm stupid, but I know that's about it. '

Presha speaks to her temperament, but she couldn't hide the tremor in her voice. Mr. Raquel only toured a little, but did not hug Mr. Presha as he used to.

In training school, I don't know whose eyes I have. Rumors spread that Mr. Raquel, an active serviceman, had made a convenience to his student, Mr. Presha, would still jeopardize Mr. Presha's position.

'There are those who forget their aspirations to defend their country and deviate on the sidelines to satisfy their own greed. Presha... I will never forgive such people, neither I nor my lord. If dirty water doesn't fit, it's to qualify as a knight a little faster'

'... yeah. Sister Raquel... I wonder if I can go... where I want to go'

Mr. Raquel was not the only one in front of whom Mr. Presha's words were directed.

Someone who is not here - Mr. Presha was speaking somewhere far away, with a vain eye.

'... must, I can go. But I hope you don't forget. There's no point in rushing to life paying for something.'

He was a voice that pushed and killed emotions and still overflowed.

Mr. Presha's tenacious heart soothes faintly. She did, feel at peace with Mr. Raquel's words - and.

'Thank you, Sister Raquel. I'm going to the battlefield stronger. Because I want to repay my sister Raquel.'

I think I laughed and said it. I don't know the look on her face when I look at the past from Mr. Presha's point of view.

But the words were only meant to cover up and hide the true heart.

Even if Raquel's hands are pulled back from the darkness now, Mr. Presha has been hearing voices.

As Mr. Raquel looked like he was pulling his hair back and still turned his back and walked away, Mr. Presha said, staring at the wooden sword.

'... sorry, Raquel sister. I...'

Ms. Presha had already been able to use her magic unconsciously to strengthen her physical abilities.

The emotions that have lost their place are put into the hands that hold the pattern of the wooden sword - a wooden sword that cannot possibly be crushed by the grip of a girl, gleaming and breaking.

The pointed part of the tree cross section scratches Mr. Presha's palm. Ms. Presha does not hesitate to put her lips on her own blood as she tries to pass her fingers off.

I am not in pain. Even wounds that would otherwise require immediate treatment, Mr. Presha did not pass as if by will.

- She lost her sense of being alive a long time ago.

It wasn't her own will that would poke her, it was the voice she kept hearing.

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And a year or so passes.

Ms. Presha was given the title of Associate Orthodox Knight at the youngest of the time and was assigned to the front line of the Eastern Front, as requested by Ms. Raquel, who said she wanted to subordinate her.

It was the first unit to which Mr. Presha belonged that was the fifty-seventh horseback riding guerrilla led by His Highness Astina. Mr. Presha, who was studying equestrianism in training school, will be given a long spear that he had promised his horse and Mr. Raquel, and will develop martial arts one after the other, demonstrating his strength as a demonic warrior - but.

About three months after I was assigned. Mr. Presha was on the verge of being promoted to a righteous knight and had been placed in the punishment chamber of the Vulcanus fortress, the stronghold of the Orient.

Wearing a shackle and a wooden shackle on her arm and leg, she stared at the mouse living in the corner of the cell.

"... Presha"

Presha, who had a voice and was sitting with her back on the wall, slowly raised her face. Standing outside the iron lattice was Mr. Raquel with extended hair.

Demon warriors improve their body's metabolism by magic, and their hair grows much faster than regular people. That meant that Mr. Raquel was constantly in a fierce battle.

Already, from this time on, her body was starting to scream at the load - I can see her constantly waving a super-weight horse spear. Even the appearance in Mr. Presha's memory.

The time was like night. From an air window in a high position, the light plugged in was the moonlight - in which Mr. Raquel stared quietly at Mr. Presha.

'... why didn't you tell me? about the officers stationed at this fortress.'

'... if I told my sister Raquel... I would cause trouble...'

When Mr. Presha says in a faint voice, Mr. Raquel puts his anger on his face without concealing it. It also seemed like she was crying.

'They did what was to be punished… but there must have been something else to do. Even if you don't do something you can put in jail, there's more...'

'... it wasn't just the guys from the neighboring country I had to do. That day... through the enemy, the ones who made my village unscrupulous... that they still lived and sold my village... innocent, like a joke... eh'

Ms. Presha was looking into why enemy troops had invaded her village - because the troops defending her village did not respond in any way at the time of the enemy raid.

'... the troops that were hitting the defense of the village where Presha lived were less skilled and were originally far from the area where the fighting was taking place. The enemy army that set them apart was old...'

'But... before the Raquel sisters came to help, they ran away. I came to the village and wanted all sorts of things, but at the end of the day, I sold the village... and that was all I had, because it's not a bad thing, because those guys just make excuses... eh'

That was why enemy forces dived beyond the border and Mr. Presha's village was raided.

For the sake of a temporary gain, they sold the villages where innocent people lived to the enemy army in order to avoid the danger of their engaging.

But they were never to be blamed for a major crime against the military code.

'... the son of a nobleman is sealed of his territory by martial arts as a knight. But not all of us are brave enough to fight for it'

'Because I am noble... abandoning my village and fleeing, I am not guilty. I can't even blame you for laughing about that happening.'

Mr. Raquel does not answer.

I don't know anything about nobility. But even when I was in college, some students were offered convenience because they were from aristocracy. Because there are phases that require not only "hit" spirits, but also excellence in grades.

I've never had a strong doubt about that. Just because I'm a nobleman, people with high family status get preferences, I thought that was what the country was about. Now all I have to do is embarrass myself about that - after seeing the attitude of the aristocratic youths towards Mr. Presha.

Easily, however, neither the structure of the country nor the consciousness of the people can be changed. Because I know that, Mr. Raquel can't say anything.

"That's all my village was worth to this country. As long as you fight as the same knights as those traitors... '

'... one day, you've talked about it. to protect pride, that we should not stop waving that spear'

'If so... why shouldn't I kill those guys...? My mother says kill those guys...!

Mr. Raquel opens his eyes. She knew for the first time at this time - what it is that still drives Mr. Presha.

"I don't have to be a knight... if I can make them pay for their sins..."

'In those places...... what remains. Still, if only I'd beaten him to death. I had a problem with what they said... but if the next same thing happens...'

"... Sister Raquel asks about the complexion of the aristocrats after all. Sister Raquel's house has something to do with the aristocracy... because it's not like mine from birth, have pity on me... '

Mr. Raquel took all of Mr. Presha's words in silence.

Seeing that sad face, Mr. Presha was also really aware. Blaming Mr. Raquel means nothing - and doing irrevocable things.

Still, Mr. Presha said the continuation, knowing he should not.

'Sister Raquel didn't care if I could take my mother's revenge... right, it doesn't matter. I'm just a picked up kid... eh'

Of her breasts, it was just empty.

When she was first effective as Mr. Raquel's subordinate, Mr. Presha was praised by Mr. Raquel and felt sincerely pleased with it.

To the soft smile that the oligarchy Mr. Raquel occasionally spilled, Mr. Presha admired and wished to be as strong and beautiful as she was.

If you don't forget that you are a woman, you can't be strong. Presha, who thought so, began to grow her hair because she had a desire to get a little closer to what Mr. Raquel looked like.

For Mr. Presha, Mr. Raquel was more important than anyone else, as was his admiration itself.

But the shadow of my mother, who should have been gentle, admonishes Mr. Presha - every time her heart tries to leave the past, there is no escape.

'... Presha. All this time, in my heart... you didn't believe me...?

That's not true. That's what I want to answer, but Mr. Presha can't put it into words.

It doesn't make sense to hit Mr. Raquel with thoughtlessness that failed to fulfill one of his revenge. Even if I know, Mr. Presha's will can be twisted by the voices he hears.

- That's how you forget about me? Presha was such a sweet kid.

I can clearly hear the voices of people who are not there. For Mr. Presha it is a reality, not a fantasy or anything.

It's definitely there. I'm trying to hold Mr. Presha from behind, her mother's spirit.

- You're strong enough to avenge your mother.

But that's not true. I'm not Mr. Presha's known mother. It is the appearance of a spiritual unwillingness attracted by her consciousness of sin that has changed in response to self-blame.

In man's memory, the events that the Spirit has had are deeply engraved. So I could have noticed - if I had a spiritualist at the time, I might have noticed the disease that erodes Mr. Presha sooner.

"I... don't believe in anyone..."

A decisive word tries to spill. Mr. Presha can't look Mr. Raquel in the eye - even if his heart hurts and he can't stop it.

But before the idle words are spun to the end. The voice reached the two ears.

"It's, Presha. It shouldn't be your heart. '

"Eh... Your Highness... why are you here..."

The starchy air in the cell seemed to be purified by her lucid air.

- Astina-Lazennaia. A third princess with golden hair stood at the end of Mr. Raquel's gaze, wearing silver armor.