I Will Quietly Disappear

Good afternoon, gentlemen. My name is Luche Lina Listil. I'm visiting my friend Eich's house today.

But ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to complain a little.

Why am I standing in front of the prince with my sword?

"Come from you"

I don't want to.

Didn't you fight Luca? Huh? Luca, I wonder what's taking a step back.

Why did this happen in the first place?

Here's how it started.

Prince Rasmere went to the knights' training ground because he wanted to fight Luca. But there...

"Oh, Luche."

"Dear Aunt!?

There was a warrior general Aida feared to be a ghost princess on the battlefield from another country. She's a sweet aunt from me, but they're all so scared. She's a wooden knife!? I have one, but it feels like a chisel because it looks like my usual familiar dress. No way, you fought with heels, old lady. I saw my aunt with incredible thoughts. A knight under her, a military man stacked, but decided not to look. Buddha, please.

"General Aida."

"This is it. His Royal Highness Rasmere and His Highness Eich. What are you doing in a place like this?

He said he was going to fight Luca now.

"Who and who?

I told you how I've been. Then the old lady looked funny. There's something about it. That's the face. At that time I had a bad feeling from the bottom of my heart.

"Luca and His Highness Rasmere? Your Highness, Luca is strong. You won't be the one to deal with."

Wow, auntie. Can I be clear? I've never seen Luca fight, but Luca decides to be stronger. I'm Master Klaus' apprentice.

"I know, but I want to fight a strong opponent."

Oh, that's a great heart. But such a dust of heart blew away with the next words of the old lady.

"Let's Fight Luche"

"... what?

Dear Auntie, what did you just say? Let's fight Luche, shall we? Luche, me, my name.

"Dear Aunt!!

"Why not? Luche would also be bored just to have always fought that scary-faced Klaus. Sometimes you can fight each other with similar abilities."

No, I know what you're trying to say. That would be better to fight another human being once in a while. But there will be a lot of mind preparation and all that. 'Cause you're a prince, aren't you?

No, no, no, no.

but I'm not strong enough to say that. I have no choice but to try to turn it away.

"Dear Auntie, I'm not strong enough to deal with Prince Rasmere."

"Both would be.... Bring the sword. It's short."

My aunt gives orders to the knight who was around. Stop, don't ask. Please, I don't want to do this.

but there's no way I'm allowed to do that. I'm given a sword.

Stop, don't look at me like that. How about the arm of Listil's oldest son's sword, such a gaze. Still, I'm a kid. Hey, me. Don't look at me like that, I'm in trouble. But it's this world that doesn't matter. This world will be a child, but it will be a woman, but it will be killed. Weak people can do it.

I look at the simulated sword that was quietly given to me. Length is not that different from what I always use. The weight, too. But you're gonna do it in this outfit... or your shoes aren't moving. The dress is heavy and...

How is your aunt moving with such a high heel?

Prince Rasmere didn't say anything. I thought you wanted to fight Luca. I look at Prince Rasmere.

Aw.

I should have seen it.

The Prince's face speaks.

You can't beat me.

Shouldn't I say I can't believe I'm fighting younger girls here?! Why are you burning so much fighting spirit?!?

but just now there are female soldiers in my country, and my aunt is at the head of it in the first place. I don't suppose that's the first time I've been reluctant. Besides, I'm Listil.

"Whoo-hoo."

If this happens, I can't help it. I exhaled and stood up. The knife comes to the center of my vision. Lower your right leg slightly back. My master taught me, mould.

I'm ready.

Though a prince, it is rude to lose your hand.

Blah, blah, blah. Can I say it?

I don't feel like losing.

"Come from you"

"Yes."

Don't hesitate.

I kicked the ground.

"Dear Aida,"

"Luca. Hey, what's up?

"You don't have to let the lady fight. I..."

It's also true that I didn't really want to fight the prince at the same time...

"Hehe... Even that kid needs to fight his age once or so. It's important to know where you stand."

Hehe, and the female military teacher laughs.

"Which do you think will win?

The lady will surely be strong from people her age. In a few more years, that arm will undoubtedly be the right one for the Marshal. But I don't know which one wins because I don't know what the First Prince is capable of.

"Saana."

The warrior general seemed to enjoy himself everywhere.

Kin. Kin.

The sound of a knife meeting.

Hiccup

The sound of a knife cleaving the sky. Cut through the movement, distract the body.

I feel comfortable with them. The wind leads me.

Prince Rasmere cuts to me. By giving in to it. I tried to kick it up a bit, but I'm wearing a skirt, so I stopped.

Skirt, get out of the way.

"What the hell. This is it!

Don't tell me, damn it. No, Prince.

Gin.

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Compete by the wasp. Uh, if it wasn't a skirt, I'd add it up and roll it... Bad foot habits?

There's nothing dirty about fighting. Because it's justice to win. by Klaus

I wear heels that are just a little high, so my foot is ticklish. It hurts, and I can't take much time. He judged and took a forceful and pushing method of warfare. At this time of year, neither men nor women have that much difference in muscle strength and physique. Rather, women are stronger. Apparently. I put my strength on my feet and pushed Prince Rasmere into the

Kickin '.

Fly the sword up.

Buh.

I put a sword to my neck.

"Knock."

"That's it!

All right, I won. I gasped in my heart. I don't think you can grow up. Winning and losing is always serious.

"Brilliant."

Someone snapped.