Herscherik

Time was the day before the return ceremony, Shiro had sent Hershelik to his room to visit one of the rooms of the magic bureau after finishing dinner.

When you knock into the room, the smell of chemicals filling the room hits Shiro. Shiro frowned at the smell and looked for the person he was looking for.

In a room not so large, a man with watery hair, the person he was looking for in front of a desk at the window, was running his brush to paper with an empty hand with a test tube containing chemicals in one hand.

"Lord Saijer.

On its back, Shiro continues to write without resting his brush hand whether he throws words or does not hear the person of the day.

Shiro walked over to him as he leaked a small sigh.

"Lord Saijer.

Now I will strengthen my voice and call my name more than I did earlier. Then the man finally realized that he stopped writing and looked back.

"Oh, Mr. Weiss, I'm sorry I didn't realize. You don't have to follow me around. I've said it many times though.

A man who, despite his apologies, has not looked bad at all...... Siro flaunts his shoulder to Saijer, a young man with glasses in his early twenties. Saijer returned the test tube he had to the stand so that he could not drop it, and put back on his glasses as he turned his body towards Shiro.

Give him the paperwork that Shiro had.

"Lord Saijer, take this.

"... have you solved that elusive magic formula yet?

When Saijer received it with surprise, he followed the letter of the document with his flock of blue eyes. Shiro was right, the elusive magic formula, which would take a lot of time if he were a regular magician, had been solved, and on the contrary, it had written down problems and improvements to them.

(Is this the real genius?

Saijer herself was a person of the category regarded as a genius by those around her. At an early age he was called a prodigy and developed the logic of the magic of adult face loss. But Shiro was special.

Magic is commonly used using announced magic formulas. If you are experienced and skilled as a magician, it is difficult to construct a new and original magic formula.

But the magic used by Shiro was mostly said to be the original magic formula. Even if the magic you express is similar, its magic formula is completely different. Efficient, useless and not ineffective. He said, "There is nothing difficult as long as you have an idea and an imagination. I said," Because I can't do that, the general magician uses the announced magic ceremony.

However, because the magic formula he uses is his exclusive magic formula built to his specific abilities, it is sometimes difficult for others to use it. Conversely, he can activate any magic formula. Rather, it is easy to find problems with the magic formula, improve it, and activate it. So Cygel thought he was the real genius.

"That's just great...... now the research goes away too.

"I'll leave the rest to you. Because I won't be here tomorrow.

Saying so, Ciro turns around. Turn right and try to leave the room behind. But Saijer pulled him off.

"Mr. Weiss, are you sure you want to go?

That meant going to the battlefield tomorrow.

Saijer, who has never been on the battlefield, knows that the battlefield is a dangerous place. Some of the magician's colleagues did not return to the battlefield.

The Mage excels as a force of war. If you are a senior magician, you will be as powerful as a squadron on your own. But on the other hand, your health is not as low as that of a trained soldier or knight, and if you are attacked, you are as brittle as paper. And if you lose your magic, you're just like the average person. A magician whose magic is depleted and does not have the skill to defend himself is tantamount to having no skill to avoid the enemy's fierce blade. In case we were to lose as many magicians on the battlefield as Shiro, we thought it would be a huge loss nationally, no globally, and we couldn't stand the same magician, Saijer.

"Hershey's coming.

But Saijer's worries, Shiro said, naturally.

"Not so much?

Saijer thinks of the last prince's face. A prince of a loathsome being, so incomparable to his own Lord, Marx. If it weren't for the fact that he likes books, he wouldn't have been involved in it all his life.

"I was saved by Hershey.

"I know that..."

Saijer himself was involved in the terrorist incident in the earlier church. He also knew that Shilo had become a special body after human experimentation. If he hadn't been in the position of being the head of the prince at the end of the day, he might have been the subject of experiments in the country as well. In the case of terrorism, and in the sense of his forthcoming security, Hershelik is saving his life in two ways.

But then he shook his head at Saijer.

"Hershey saved my heart.

Hershelik pulled himself away from being stood in the abyss of despair and even trying to abandon being a man. He told me not to call myself a monster. It was the first person he had ever truly embraced himself with.

"So my place is on Hershey's side. If he's going to the battlefield, I can't think of anything but following him.

I assure you so, I smile on my face, which I think is also a beautiful woman in the Dungeons.

Saijer had no choice but to be convinced of how Shilo was doing. He himself is the head magician of Marx, the first prince. I like Marx so much that I can't help it if Marx asks me to, but I'm also a junior at the academy. Of course the blood won't connect, but I also think like my brother. Or if you don't think so, even if it comes with a three-meal nap, you won't be the lead magician.

"I understand.

Sighing, Saijer replies and asks him to put up the papers.

"I'll take care of this. I'll make sure you get results.

Siro snorted at Saijer's words and left the room behind.

Oran dives through the gates of the house dragging his tired accumulated body. Tomorrow, as Hershelik's lead knight, Oran has been moving around every department meeting, preparation, and so on for the past two weeks. Every three days, he returns home in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep, and rushes for breakfast in the morning, so he hurries to the castle.

And today, the day before the outing ceremony, I was able to get home earlier than usual. Even so, time goes around ten o'clock at night. I already thought my family would be asleep, but my brothers were waiting for me at the front door of the mansion.

"What's wrong, brothers?

"What's the matter, you've been waiting for your nervous little brother back in the first line tomorrow.

He told his neck tilting brother to tease him as he smiled as his older brother, Claire, the second brother of the Ordis family, liked to. Next to him, Georges, the eldest brother of his body, who succeeds like his father, laughs bitterly at the deep face of the sculpture.

"Well, I can't imagine Octa getting nervous.

Oran answers the words of the two brothers with an ambiguous laugh.

(Well, I'm not nervous.

Don't put it in words. Oran thinks.

I'm just a little nervous. But that's a good feeling of nervousness, like, for example, more pre-game concentration.

"My father and mother are waiting.

When my eldest brother prompted me to enter the mansion and go into the living room, my father and mother waited. When I look at the couch, my sister is resting her cushion on her back. He waited but didn't seem to beat drowsiness, Oran expects.

And Oran's vision showed something he'd never seen in his normal living room. It was placed in front of the fireplace, brand new armor.

Armor designed to cover and conceal your torso, armor, and feet to protect you from your knees. All of it is painted deep red and bloody red.

"This is……"

"Tomorrow, I've got it.

To Oran, who drinks the words, said Anne, my mother, who smiles gently.

"You are inferior to your father and brothers. But the lightness beyond that is the weapon. So don't kill the quickness. The material is durable, but light, and we don't dare to provide foot areas that can interfere with movement.

Oran is surprised and confused by the words of his mother, who has never uttered anything about swords or warfare before.

"……… What is this color?

It's like a deep red reminiscent of blood. That is reminiscent of a former white uniform stained with wrapped blood in that battle at the church.

"The color of your readiness, isn't it?

Anne said and smiled as if she was foreseeing everything. Like that day.

All my brothers were stunned by the bloody appearance that day, which prevented the church from terrorizing. Even my father seemed to say something about Oran's appearance. But only my mother received a bloody uniform that she could no longer wear, and she smiled and went to the bathroom as usual.

"That's my son.

That's what I said when I closed the door to the bathroom. At that time, I thought it was against preventing church terrorism. But now that I think about it, Oran understands it's different.

A killer is only a killer trying to line up the beauty. It was a word to my child, who bore the sin and still continued to stand.

Anne continues her words as she takes her son's gaze and smiles.

"You and Your Highness are ready to continue along Tsu's path. Then go that way, not to be ashamed of the family name of the Ordis. The only thing we can do is drop it off.

Nodding at Anne's words, Oran stands in front of his armor. Armor that reflects dull and red on the light source. As long as this armor is with Hershelik, as long as he stands on the battlefield, he will continue to stain red without fading.

"Octavian, take this.

That being said, it was a sword wave that Roland, my father, offered. Oran looks out when he receives his sword from Roland. This is the first sword I should have ever had, but it stayed firmly in my hand as if I had used it for years. When I pulled it straight out of my sheath, the silver blade was such a well-kept sword that it reflected my face. When I walked away from my family and made a bare gesture all the way, as I first felt, I didn't feel like I had it for the first time.

Stop pretending. Roland talks to Oran, who looks seriously at the sword.

"It is the sword that the Marquis Ordis family gave us when they received the position of Marquis, and it is our family heirloom.

"What? This is it?

Oran speaks to the word "family heirloom". If you hear that it was given to you by the king at the time, you can imagine something gorgeous, such as a treasure sword, but this sword was far from that imagination. Sure, it's a beautiful body, but it's not a waste of decoration, it's a sword for action. There was no gorgeous decoration on the sheath either, and it was a plain sword that would not be uncomfortable if it was placed in the sheath and arranged in the town's weapons store.

"This is a wave in" Blessed by the Goddess of War and Sword, "no matter how many people you slay, it is said that instead of being cloudy if you inhale blood, the more you inhale blood, the more brilliant the white blade will be.

Oran stops breathing at Roland's words. And I gazed at the sword again.

"Blessed and Sworded by the Goddess of War" is a famous sword that exists only ten times in the world, as it is said to be blessed by the goddess who presides over wars and victories. It's worth so much that the castle will be covered with a sword wave. Oran never thought that would be in our house.

"Octavian, do you know why the Marquis Ordis gave this sword, not territory, not gold or silver treasure?

Oran is silenced by the sharp glance of his father, who was directed at the same time as the question.

Surely this sword is a treasure. But not for the reward. It is too valuable to be redeemed as gold, and if this sword is truly 'Blessed by the Goddess of War and Sword', as my father put it, it is a national treasure item, and as a family heirloom held by a single nobleman, the load is too heavy.

Roland says to Oran, who twists his head.

"The Marquis Ortiz family is to protect the country, protect the people... and the Marquis family to defend their Lord and their faith. That is the raison d 'être of the Marquis Ordis.

At that time the king asked the Marquis Ordis family for their loyalty and strength. And I trusted him enough to give him a national treasure sword.

"… I used to fail to protect the Lord.

Roland narrows his eyes to miss old memories.

Roland lost the Lord, the King of Wise Eyes, by conspiracy. Roland continued to defend the country in order to fulfill his last wish at the time of his death.

"Don't be like me. Be sure to protect your Lord, protect your country, and come home.

Oran looks at the sword again. Then, once he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he lay his sword on his sheath and kneed.

"Always."

It was a short word. But that was a seeping word of determination.