Herscherik

Hershelik manages to reach the scene of the noise by tearing apart the hedgerows.

If I ran my gaze at the source of the noise, the young woman would have been strangled with wings by a man who was expected to be a well-formed nobleman. The man's hand holds a long sword, wielding it at the surrounded people to intimidate him. The men of the surrounding castle towns also had in their hands wooden sticks and scythes, and some of them, who would be mercenaries, had swords and were trying to help women, but they had taken hostages and were unable to move.

"It's money, give me the money. Yeah!!

"Help me. Eh!

Tensions run in the roar of men and the screams of women.

The man didn't seem sane no matter what he saw. Your eyes run blood, your cheeks lose weight, your mouth splashes with saliva, and your feet are stuck.

"The medicine, I need the medicine OOOOOOOOOOO!!!

A man screams and wields a long sword.

"Hey, haven't you got an officer from the police station yet!

"I'm doing it to get people!

I heard two hurried men behind my back.

Hershelik listens to the conversation around him without taking his gaze off the two in front of him.

"There was no such thing as medicine!

"You thought it was ecstasy and you got your hands on it!

(Drugs?)

As Hershelik was distracted by the conversation, he grabbed me by the shoulder and drew me in.

"Don't go alone!

"Oran!"

Hershelik reflexively grabs Oran's hand and points to the center of the noise. At the tip of his finger, the man wielded a long sword the same as earlier, shielding the woman.

"I want to help! I can't handle it!?

Oran quickly sends his gaze.

A man who is losing his sanity and a woman who is strangled with wings. A long sword in a man's hand. It's a situation where there are hedges around them and the inflexible men are looking at the opportunity.

"Women are in danger as they are now.

Oran reaches a conclusion similar to that of a man. The distance is too close, and if you hand it poorly, the woman is in danger.

"If only a man could show me some skid......"

"Okay.

I didn't hear Oran say until the end that I could handle it, Hershelik nodded.

Hershelik got out of the crowd before Oran questioned him. And when I get out in front of a noble man who's lost his sanity, I smile and show him.

"Hello, brother. Beautiful weather.

Both around and men are taken aback by greetings that are too out of place.

Some of them seemed to know Hershelik, and Lyoko and his name-calling voice mixed, but Hershelik kept his eyes off the man with a smile.

"Brother, how old are you? What do you do? I'm helping out at the fruit shop on the right. [M]

Hershelik talks early and arrowhead about something that has nothing to do with it.

Before the other person pinched his mouth, Hershelik talked perplexed that it had nothing to do with anything from greeting the time to the price of vegetables and meat to talking about a dog in a certain house.

"Let the kid go. Eh!

But the man blocked Hershelik's words and wielded a long sword. The sound of the long sword slashing the air sounded, but there was a sufficient distance between Hershelik and him, so it didn't even slip. But there is a scream from around with a woman who is being held by a man.

(I wish you'd been a little more distracted.

Even as I hear the screams around me, I don't change my expression, but I think Hershelik suffers without doing what I thought.

Moving his gaze, Oran was starting to move into a position that would not draw the man's attention. I could guess and move without saying anything, I still thought he was what I expected. But Oran is not ready yet. So Hershelik has no choice, so we move on to the next operation.

"Brother, as you can see, I am a child of nobility. That's why I'm richer than your sister, and it's convenient to carry her because she's a child... right?

I took a breath around Hershelik, who tilted his little neck so cutely. I didn't expect a replacement offer from a toddler.

It was for a moment that the man heard Hershelik's offer and thought about it. Children are easier to hold hostage than women, and nobility takes more money than ordinary people. Besides, the clothes Hershelik is wearing are superb. And creating a good atmosphere of growth, he must be a good little boy. Even if you're losing your mind, you can still account for the damage.

"Come here!

As the man told me, Hershelik moves in and out.

The man threw away the woman he had strangled with his feathers and reached out to grab Hershelik.

The next moment, Oran stood between Hershelik and the man in an instant.

Release the sword lowered to your hips and play the long sword that the man had straight up. A man who dropped off his long sword into the sky with a tall sound blew it off with Oran's spinning kick.

The man falls on his back in front of the mansion and groans.

"Take it down!"

A man moves into Oran's words. At the same time that the rampaging man could be seized, Oran grabbed the long sword that had fallen. Oran dared to play the sword straight up because there was a risk that the injured person would play the sword around poorly.

"Damn yes, dammit whoa whoa whoa!!!

The man who also tries to resist is restrained with a rope by the men of the castle town. I look that far and Oran looks back at Hershelik.

"Thank you, Ola...... Ouch.

Oran's fist bone fell on Hershelik's head to thank him. Hershelik groans unexpectedly, holding his head down and squatting on the spot.

"I don't know what you're doing, but it's dangerous."

"Because..."

Hershelik wants to make an excuse and looks up at Oran. But to his seriously worried blue ball-like eyes, excuses pulled in.

"I'm sorry."

Oran leaked a big sigh to him, honestly apologizing.

"Totally glad I made it..."

"That's okay.

Said Hershelik to Oran with a confident face.

"Because I believed in Oran.

Oran couldn't say anything anymore.

The two then deposited the long sword, which was evidence, with the men and left the spot before the officials of the vigilante arrived. Exactly because it is possible that when you meet an official, you will find out who Hershelik and Oran are. I could easily have predicted that it would be very troublesome.

Say goodbye to the fruit shop couple and head home.

A sunset similar to the head knight's hair illuminated the two of them.

"Hey, Oran.

Hershelik looks up at Oran walking next door. Oran seemed tired and was about to make a big stretch.

"You didn't like being a knight, did you, Oran? Or you don't like royalty.

Oran stops walking and opens his eyes to Hershelik's words.

"……… Why do you think so?

"'Cause you really don't even want to be interviewed, so you answered like that. It's too deliberate.

Oran was confused by Hershelik, who laughed when he dulled.

"Even grades wouldn't invite me from the Knights at such a critical point, because they hated the eyes that looked at me and made me look like a little fool.

The same goes for the home training questions at the interview.

It was a question that worked quite sarcasm against the royalty. The royal family... the king hasn't worked yet anyway, because he's a waste of rice kept alive by the state's taxes.

"Then why did you make me the lead knight? Because you were stronger than a butler?

(He did say that the prince wasn't stronger than the butler before he started the mock fight)

To Oran like that, Hershelik goes on without stopping his steps.

"Well, beating Cro is the lowest condition......"

Hershelik stops and looks back. Oran remained stopped walking, so we were mostly able to distance ourselves.

"I'll tell you when Oran really thinks you can be my knight.

Yes, smiling, Hershelik proceeded to walk again. Oran also restarts his steps to avoid further distance from the prince.

Oran tried to throw a few words at the prince who was going forward, but he couldn't speak after just opening and closing his mouth a few times.

"I'm..."

Oran returned to his home two more hours after returning to the castle with Hershelik.

The prince closes his door without opening it. He said with a distant eye as he subtly felt Dejab, urging the prince.

"If we both listen, we'll be halfway through the sermon..."

Then he opened the door again and entered the room, where he was waiting for Jen-royal head deacon Kuro. With a great smile.

(Smiling was such a scary thing...)

Oran shudders just because he remembers. Since then, I've been listening to a sermon from the butler.

He had a detailed idea of where he had purchased the information and the disturbances in Castle Town today, and the sermon began with the Prince's dangerous actions. After that, sermons continued to be given to Oran, who did not stop the prince from acting, and even checked and preached from his usual Hershelik's attitude to Oran's everyday clothes today.

Hershelik and Oran sit side by side in front of Cro and listen to their sermons. I was cracking it down in a way.

"No, even the two of you won't be halfway through your sermons. Rather double. magnification don."

It goes without saying that Oran erupted and the sermon time was extended because Hershelik would say something like that with Blur.

When I was finally released, I already had no leg feeling. Still, he dragged his body back to his home.

"You're home.

It was Roland, my father, who met me when I entered the house.

"I'm back.

"How are things with His Highness Hershelik?

Oran thinks inches to his father, who rarely worries about himself.

When I thought that I had naturally blended into the castle town, moved from myself to know the world, and proceeded to help people and sacrificed myself, the seventh prince at the end of the day, honestly apologizing and thanking me, without any anger whether beaten or preached by his own minister.

I didn't feel any aversion to the royalty I felt until yesterday. I just feel a kind of fear in Bigeye like I'm foreseeing everything.

"……… I don't know.

Oran could only answer that.

I hate royalty. But if you don't like Hershelik...

To his son who sank into the abyss of thought, Roland opens his mouth once he gives up his answer and shakes his head.

"Right. Speaking of which, I hear there was some noise in Castle Town today.

Oran became giddy, but he manages to keep his mind normal.

"The son of a blonde aristocrat and an orange-haired swordsman said he had seized the man who caused the noise, but you know what?

"Heh. That's what happened.

(It's Prince and I, I can't say!

My father shrugged his shoulders at Oran, who was sweating, and shrugged.

"The prince looks just like him………"

Roland's whining did not reach Oran.

"Finish your meal quickly. Everyone is in trouble if they don't clean up.

"Okay.

That's how I turn my back on my father. I threw words at Oran as I remembered.

"The man caught said he was in possession of a small amount of medicine. Almost identical to the one I had two years ago.

In the words, Oran looked at my father. But my father said nothing more and left for his room.

"What do you mean...?

Oran leaves his back on the wall like he's out of strength, and sits back as he drifts. And I held my head.

"Medicine…………?

Thirty minutes later, he couldn't move off the spot until his worried sister came looking for him.

in a room with minimal lights. The only people on the spot were Hershelik, the lord of the room, and Clo, the lead butler.

"That's the report.

"Okay. Thank you Chr."

After hearing the report from him, Hershelik nods. Silver Komi's pocket watch was held in one hand. When I think about something, it has become a habit to wear this pocket watch.

Their exchanges will never be left on paper. What I would only verbally tell them when it came to important things was what I decided among them. Put it on the record. Think about the risk when a third party finds it.

"Also today, I heard of medicine in Castle Town. I'm sorry I'm tired, but can you gather information about that medicine as soon as possible?

"Okay.

To Hershelik's words, as soon as Crowe nodded, he melted into the darkness and disappeared.

(You did a bad thing to Cro...)

Yes Hershelik reflects, but so far he has nothing but cro. Inevitably, all we can do is ask him.

"Drugs...... I guess it's like drugs.

I remember when I was Ryoko in my previous life. The drugs I found out about on TV's special edition were very scary.

I feel liberated and blissful and feel lighter, but that's a temporary thing, and when I get addicted, I can't escape the drugs.

"If I had the money to buy drugs, I wish I could buy games and comics with that.

At the time, Ryoko sincerely thought so.

The games and comics just liked what I liked, but I couldn't understand purposefully buying something that would make my life crazy with a big slap. But that was an off-screen event, something that had nothing to do with me.

But now it's happening right around the corner.

Drugs don't just distort one's life. Leaving it alone could also rock the country. That must be stopped at all costs.

"... who the hell is that for? Would the Count know?

He should still be on his side as a soul.

Hershelik looks at the pocket watch. When I opened it with the button pressed, there was a portrait of the three families, not a clock.

"It's okay, I'll definitely protect you.

That was more of a whining word to myself than a determination.

Hershelik gets up and leaves his room. You have to do what you can, too. Even if you can only do a limited number of things.

Hershelik headed to the royal castle, where darkness reigned tonight.