Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"What are you fighting for?

That's what they asked me, and I answered with the utmost honesty.

Where the sun rises from and sets.

What happens if you drop a bottle in your hand on a solid floor.

What happens if you keep adding heat to the water.

Like when they ask you that question.

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To my answer without a stray, that one laughs all the time,

"... nothing, you haven't learned. No, I didn't give up, can you say...... But you still can't."

And he said to me peacefully.

Naturally, I felt a deep and strong anger at the words.

Why should you and others deny us our noble purpose?

How do you know it's impossible, if you don't try, you don't know?

Then I stuffed up with that one.

Then that one,

"Let's make a bet, then. If you... kill me, win. If I can't, it's my win. When I win...... clearly, give up that purpose. Deadline is...... what should I do? Until you die."

I thought you were kidding.

I was wondering if you really think that I, the rebel knight, can't kill one little girl, etc.

But if you look at the results, it's more obvious than looking at the fire.

I couldn't kill that one.

The bet is still going on.

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It was a nostalgic sword of love that I hadn't taken out in a long time in the room I was given.

When I stood up, I saw a thin silver body and a unicorn crest wearing a dragon engraved in a pattern, filled with strong and polished magic.

I wonder how pleased I felt when I first got this.

But this has been fattening up since then.

Because right now, it's something I don't need anymore.

My job now is to be a servant of this House.

Sometimes I deal with demons, but that's enough if I have regular weapons at that time.

This is just a shake against a limited opponent... so I thought I'd never use it again.

However, still... I could not forget the pride I felt then somewhere in my heart and the meaning of this sword, nor could I let go.

I thought that wasn't a good thing for that one... but that one would have noticed.

Everything short for that one, like what I do... no, it's not just me.

What "they" do may also have been thought small and crappy.

I guess that's why denial, that's why it was a bet against me.

From there, what I'm about to do may also be meaningless to that person.

Past causes have already been turned down.

Now...... you might say that's not what you bother to relate to.

But it didn't seem to me that I could cut it off that way.

In the end, I realized that I remained a fool.

I thought I'd changed, but to something different back then.

The reality is, maybe this is what it is.

Trying to be something, trying to accomplish something big, but being struck by reality, he broke his knee and grabbed the big, soft hand he was stretched out.

That's what I said.

There was nothing.

To me.

Reminds me of what I heard.

In the meantime, it is time to hand over the boy who came to visit this house to those inside.

"... With that said, the" buddy "who invited me said. Does the name Isaac Hart sound familiar to you? Is this about you?

I had already heard about the boy being invited to come all the way to this city by a "buddy" who differed inside.

In doing so, the aim was to change society so that they could put their existence on the tabular stage and be treated as "people" who could enjoy their legitimate rights.

On that word, the boy came to Mult, but in the end he was unable to join his' companions' in Mult, and the drugs to suppress the impulse were diminishing, relying on this house, which he had no choice but to ask the village elders, he said.

For this reason, it was an atmosphere that I didn't even know, but when I was first invited, it seemed that it was the name that I was asked somehow.

Isaac Hart.

I mean, it's my name, a servant of the Latour family.

"... why did that person ask for such a name?

When I asked the boy, the boy also put his neck around him,

"Come on......? It just seemed casual, but I know it sounded like a pretty important question."

"Why?"

"Because it looked a little different to ask the answer. I, I knew I was going by bouncing inside, so I was often pissed off... so I got pretty good at seeing people's complexions. That's what I saw when I heard the look on his face."

The boy is the type of action and disobedience enough to come from the inside that he's not supposed to be allowed to leave to the countryside on the border like this.

Well, it's not strange to grow such skills either.

I don't know what makes that person grow.

From his eyes like that, it felt that way... no matter how accurate it was, I'm sure it wasn't a public story that didn't matter.

I mean, there's someone out there looking for Isaac Hart, and that's when I found out.

Put your sword on your hips and head to the mansion's exit.

The labyrinth of hedges easily escaped to the side, proceeding straight, and I opened the iron plaid at the main entrance of the mansion.

Then I tried to walk out to the city.

"... Isaac. Are you going?

And I heard voices from behind.

Looking back, there's one girl leaning against the gate.

My lord...... I mean, Laura Latour.

The eyes, unlike the age at which their appearance was conveyed, had a deep colour that seemed to peek deep into the heart.

I deflect my eyes from that face and answer.

"... I'm sorry. The bet… may end"

"... ha. Stubborn, aren't you? Do as you please. But stop letting others pull the curtain of the bet. If the time comes, use your own hands."

That meant nothing more than going back to whatever it was.

I felt my eyeballs get hot on it,

"Yes, I did."

That's all I said, turn your heels back and head to the city.

The reason I've been smoking for a long time, is to say no here.

It was the moment I thought so from the bottom of my heart.