Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

The day I dropped off my best friend, Silphiline could sleep quietly and stay up late.

"Are you really going to betray the Empire?

"I've already told senior federal officials. I just won't be a double agent anymore...... I can't even pull it off now. With all this information, it won't be handled underneath even over there. It's not just about us, it's about that kid's future. I want you to know."

A space as a house, behind a coffee shop run by Marc. In the dark living room where only the candle was burned, a whisper shouted Aurelie's thoughts. Marc, who received it, replies with firm determination.

Their hands, stuffed with valuables in a large leather bag, do not rest because of it.

Marc has three faces.

One is an imperial intelligence agent. One is a small coffee shop owner. The other is federal intelligence.

In his insinuation as an imperial intelligence agent, he knew a man named a senior federal official and was secretly selling information. By obtaining federal information for consideration, he also acted more than constantly as an imperial intelligence agent.

It's all for the future when that kid can laugh...

Just every time you look at him, that one thought has moved him.

"You could be the trigger of war. So many people could lose their lives. But if you go to hell, I'll follow you."

"... sorry. Thanks."

Marc stops at words, hugs Aurelie and continues.

"I have to wake that kid up. Let's get out of here by tonight."

Marc and Aurelie let go of their bodies and it was just a matter of time.

A loud noise came from the front door of the store. It was a fierce noise to associate with someone apparently kicking through the door.

There was one heavy-duty footstep going on, slowly approaching. That was a familiar gait for both of us - fulfilling, the opponent appeared as expected.

"Gilvim...... why are you here?

Marc's eyes reflect the long sword held by his best friend, asking what he would know if he thought about it.

"The man you're about to meet is from the administration.... it's all on the palm of my hand. The right head of this country is cunning."

With a distressed look, Gilvim told the truth.

"Ha, ha.... Is there something like this?

I understand what the information I was being grabbed was, what my best friend came here to do - Marc retreats and brings it to the wall as if it were a euphoria. Laughs with a cramped look to mock himself.

"What was taken as a shield?

Aurelie leans in on Marc to make sure.

"All other agents and kinsmen, the demise of the Empire. And that's her."

The two faces heard lay down in a frightened manner. Something that was hard for both of us to replace anything else was included there.

It was Aurelie who originally gave up the decision to choose the answer first. I'm not convinced yet. Stand away from Marc and cover him.

"Yes. You are... you are sweet after all. Something that makes you realize why you want it."

Close your eyes and by the time you open it, you're floating a hostile phase.

Gilvim, staring at Aureli as his enemy, stood quietly with a long sword.

"Stop it, Aurelie...... Gilvim, stop -"

"You...... I love you"

Aurelie's, who turned to Marc and told him with a smile, pierces that back with a long sword.

Immediately pulled out of her long sword, her body collapsed like it had lost support. Its body, which was overflowing with blood and did not stop, had run out without even touching it and making sure.

"Gil, Vim, why? Why, Gilvimu!?

From Marc, brilliant in leaving anger at his disposal, he raises his anger and grabs it. Activating the brilliance of overwhelming that carelessness, Gilvim, on the contrary, bounced his opponent hard.

This clap, the candlestick that was placed nearby, falls and its fire burns into the curtain.

"Gilvim, why... why not!?

"You have betrayed the Empire, you are already my enemy... if you say no!?

Occasionally the firehand rises and the living room is dominated by scorching heat.

Gilvim twisted the marc toward him with overwhelming force. It did not even become a battle between those capable of reigning as the Supreme Knights Commander in the Empire and those who were not.

"You... always have something I don't have."

"That's my dialogue..."

Grab Marc's neck up with one hand that he can no longer defy. Drawing a long sword in his other hand, he sticks his cuttoe to the other's chest - just before he tried to put his best friend in his hand, Gilvim picked up a small voice.

He was the voice of mutt who woke up to the noise and rushed out of his room.

"Mother... Father... Uncle Gilvim?

He looked at the scene with a crying expression and called out terribly.

Their gaze shifts to her and they quickly return to each other's faces.

Gilvim, whose determination was nearly dull, was whispered by Marc, who would have guessed it.

"Do it... even hate. Please give her hope to live."

If that's my best friend's last wish, I'll listen to him silently thinking so.

Gilvim told Mute off.

"Your father must die."

"How?

A young voice returns when she doesn't understand.

"Because your father is a bad man."

"... lying, lying, lying! Your father is so sweet! Don't do anything terrible to your father!

Gilvim went deep into his heart with the serene expression he had dealt with her so far.

It embodies all the ugliness that adults have. Feeding my anger and resentment against myself, I live strong in the despair that occurs in front of me, with only one wish, strong, strong -.

"So... from now on, I will kill your father"

Burn to that young memory that you are the evil one.