I Will Quietly Disappear

Good day, gentlemen. I'm Luche Lina Listil. Your father told me about it thirteen years ago, and it gave me a little thought.

The next person taken to the consolation tablet was the hospital. There were plenty of beds lined up in the big room.

The patients were rehabbing.

"Citizens are hospitalized here, too. Shall we be quiet?"

"" Yes ""

With that said, I hear "Dear Adolphe -, Duke, Princess," as far as His Highness Rasmere is concerned, "Are you some nobleman? Voices like" fly.

(That's a prince, you can't say that)

I can't deny the feeling of getting loud.

Those in the hospital, I thought not to be angry, but those in the hospital were waving at me.

We walked down the hallway as we waved.

"Oh, Master Adolph, be splendid..."

After a while, a man in his sixties or so called out to his father, who lost his right leg and crutched him.

"Marius, splendid, you've been told the same thing before?

"Oh, did you? Oh, this is Princess Rouchet, is it? Hello."

The man called Marius cheered at me.

"Ha, nice to meet you..."

I returned my greetings.

(I wonder which...)

"Marius, may I go to your room?"

"Oh, sure. You can't keep a lady standing in a place like this forever."

That's what the old man called Marius said, and we were led to the room. To your father, His Highness Rasmere, it's quite narrow when you enter Larum as far as Gowen.

"Now, to see your face, are you going to be royal? You look just like His Majesty the King."

"Do you know my father?

"I used to see you a few times. Surprise. Hey, you look just like the King's child. Is it His Royal Highness the First Prince?

"Yes, my name is Rasmia Gil Asteria"

"Welcome aboard. I say Marius von Arnenburg."

"A, Arnenburg is..."

"The one called Earl of Arnenburg Border. It's not like this right now."

"Ha, ha..."

The Earl of Arnenburg Border looked seriously at my face.

"No, no, it's pretty cute looking like Master Aida. They don't even look alike.

"I'd be in trouble if I was born cheeky like my mother."

Your father said as he clasped his face.

"Sure. If you don't hesitate, you'll find yourself in a lot of trouble."

(I wonder what your aunt did...)

"Dear Aida, nothing. It wasn't oh from the beginning... No. Did you get that kind of training?

"Uncle Arnenburg, you don't have to talk about your mother."

"Say what. I'm not just bored when I talk cruelty to such a young thing."

"I don't want you to either, but I don't have a choice in my position. There are no dreams or hopes on the battlefield."

"Right. Do these children fight as the next generation? I miss you."

"We're still here."

"Yeah, but still sad. I lost my leg. Sometimes I lose my family. I lose even my dear men. And you might lose your own life"

War is what someone takes someone's. You take it, and you take it. It's where endless hatred and sorrow come from.

What thoughts did the Dukes of War of the House of the Duke of Listil stand on the battlefield? Your father said he couldn't escape for his men in battle. I'm sure the masters of history continued to be there to protect someone, too.

(I leave the house... to avoid the war)

I am trying to protect my life, including myself, by leaving this country.

But when I think about it, what happens after I leave the house? Even if the war against Gardia is avoided, will it, in the end, also fight against some country?

(I don't know until now. Now I need to think about now)

It is true that the power I possess is something that cannot be ignored by Emperor Gardia. If I stay in this country, the Gardia Empire may attack me. But can I escape from that Emperor Gardia after running away from home?

(That's quite a problem. Even if I stay in this house, it's packed, and when I get out of this house, I'm not sure I can get away with it)

I also have to include a way out of that Emperor Gardia in the runaway item.

As I was sinking into the sea of thought, I realized I was quite packed in many ways.

"... Rouche? Are you okay?

"Yeah. Father. It's not a war."

"Right."

(You shouldn't. I need to listen to you...)

"Uncle Arnenburg. May I ask you a question, Master Adolphe?

Oh, my God, His Highness Rasmere raised his voice.

"What is it?

"Go ahead?"

"Does the people hate war?

"... a difficult question, but I was wondering if many people would say they liked it..."

"I think so, too. My Earl of Arnenburg has done so much damage."

To be honest, I agree with that. Because a lot of things are sacrificed in war.

"So how many people like the Gardia Empire"

"... this is..."

"If we were to fight that country, would the people disagree? Do you agree?

Was that a difficult question or did we both shut up?

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to go to war separately either. It's just that that country has been waging war abruptly, hasn't it? Then I wondered what I would do to protect the people"

I'll do it before they do it. I don't know if that's the right thing or the wrong thing to do.

"What do you think of Luche"

"... I'm sorry. I don't know the right answer."

I didn't expect you to hear my answer. I honestly meant it.

Nothing is recent here that the Gardia Empire has waged war on the Kingdom of Asteria. If you think we've gotten along, you're suddenly waging a war.

Each time, many people are losing their lives.

(I hate war. But in a position to protect many things, what's right... If it's all about discussion, I want it to end with discussion. But they talked about it, and they're going to attack. I wonder what to do with this one)

"Let me hear your opinion. It's your opinion now. I don't mind changing from now on."

(Also do the hard thing...)

"... I hate war. We know it will kill many soldiers, and we don't want to take them out to battlefield."

This is the best I can say.

"Right."

"I'm sorry I'm such a duke of war."

(Don't worry, the Duke of War will change)

"No, don't apologize. I don't hate the gentle Duke of War."

I accidentally took a serious look at His Highness Rasmere's face.

"What?

"Today, what happened?

I heard it in my face.

"" Buffoo ""

From the two adults, I heard a strange noise like I couldn't stand it.

"Hey what is that!!!

His Highness Rasmere dyed his face bright red and angry.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've never been more serious, so... No, I'm not always kidding."

"Princess Rouche, Ko, no more..."

"Ah."

The Earl of Arnenburg stopped me with a strange look, like he was putting up with laughing. Your father is behind it, thumbs up all the time. Very nice smile.

"You..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me..."

Furthermore, on the wall, Larum laughed silently with his belly in his arms.