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

Further suburbs from the cemetery amid unstoppable forest with heavy thunderstorms.

- This is the fact that you didn't know.

While swayed by the carriage carriage carriage, Mute had been asked the truth about Utsuro nine years ago.

I wasn't surprised to see how he knew that - even though I doubt it. Even though I was made aware of the previously dark areas, I didn't move one eyebrow.

Sometimes it was a different matter from the part where I hated or didn't, and the way my mind was still there.

"Then I was protected by the administration and adopted by your father-in-law...?

"It was Dougbalm, now the right head of the neutral country, who guided the adoption. After thorough scrutiny, I searched the Federation for a home for a senior knight who was less than child-friendly, and I told him about your condition, and deposited it."

"How dare you take a child like me away. No I see. Did your father-in-law know that much and lift me up Proinaf... trying to make me build strength for it"

"Administration records say you're supposed to be dead. Aizeon found out about the plan to start a war - I guess he also intended to keep it away from the empire so that he wouldn't understand it from your survival. I just have trouble getting the Federation to know me, so I should have been ready to turn you off at any time. Then you should also have known Leslied-Schhalv was such a man.... at least pity. That's the manly way to do it."

"Right. Is that what happened?"

"... are you calm?

With a blurred face on one knee he held, Mute was pale and answered.

Asked in an unexpected tone from Utsuru, who glanced at such a situation.

She quickly understands that the man she slaughtered is about being flat, even though he is the benefactor of life who stopped his parents from attempting to commit an irrevocable felony and yet saved himself.

That's where the grid came in. Now, too, you don't have to hide it.

"I..."

Mute spit out the darkness she had for nine years, like a solitary.

The carriage arrived at the old cathedral of the Divine Tree in a forest away from the people.

It is an institution built hundreds of years ago by the divine tree religion, which lost the real power of the country, in a time when it was neglected by the powerful.

It is a building with a humiliating history for the faithful, engraved with memories of being driven far from the god to be worshipped, and it has also been regarded as an abominable place to approach since the present cathedral was built over time.

Built as a stone-built tower, it has a strong impression that it is a solid, but somewhere just big and crude.

Although it is a historical relic, there is no preservation management or anything else, and over the years it was intertwined in the roots of the surrounding great trees, which in fact prevented it from collapsing due to weathering.

There are many places to close your eyes, but whatever you still call a cathedral, you'll make it.

"In here. We're going in."

Utsuro walks forward, mute walks through the woods, and proceeds to the entrance of the old cathedral, which has been blown out.

Immediately there is a 40-mida square entrance hall from which the space stretches just above. In the back there is a spiral staircase that runs up to the top floor, where a hall with an altar awaits.

At the top, through the woods of the great trees - the god tree, far away, is also at a height that can be seen.

The bench, on which the faithful would have sat at the time, had been randomly driven to the wall to see if one day it had been vandalized by the outlaws, and traces of life were also seen by the way.

It seems that anything with a value again was more or less stolen, and now it was just a big room.

Day and night lights are covered by natural light inserted through large windows and skylights connected to the wall, or if no sunlight or moonlight is inserted in inclement weather, they are supplemented by photon stone lighting.

If it's a thunderstorm, it's the latter.

"Besides your thoughts, you were quick"

There was one man in the back of the hall, sitting on the right bench reading.

Dark hair with a strong habit of stretching to the shoulder. Black eyes to peek into the back of thin glasses, Devil's whispering eyes. A beard that is beautifully cut changes shape as the mouth moves.

Its sophisticated body makes the discerning seem 'but not', even with thick clothes together.

But with signs of serenity, Ivan waited for the two of them to visit.

"Why are you here... No, is that what this is about?

A questionable utter thinks only a little and makes sense.

"I thought there was something a little more responsive, but apparently not"

Taking his gaze off the book at hand, Ivan could go on and tell Mute.

"Daughter, if you go downstairs from here, there's a settlement. There's water in the bathroom and clothes are ready. Do something about that wet body."

"... are you one of these guys?

Mute looks at Utsuro.

"We'll talk later. I say go before it cools."

Urging slightly stronger, Ivan made the mute turn half way out. Such a whole end-of-life was taken seriously by Utsuru. Originally, they were staring at me.

With a soft gaze over his piercing gaze, he says in a fuzzy, joking manner.

"I know they're kids, but Lady First is a creed."

"Not so"

Utsuro responds instantly.

"Then take your gaze off and stop practicing. I don't have a hobby for men to observe."

"What's the purpose? What are you gonna do?

Transfer consciousness to the source of its intense life energy.

"Why don't you check with that proud right eye?

"If you're going to get in my way, I'll kill you"

"Stop it. I don't think you can add or subtract well. And perhaps... my purpose is to help you with your purpose. I'm just going to expose him."

Ivan, who closed the book properly, gave back his advice.

"... well. Alan-Smithy."

Think a little again, and Utsuro is convinced. His body quietly stopped practicing and calmed down. If you can't see the expression in that mask, it still just looks like all of that was done flat.

"Don't just listen to yourself. Is it time for you to tell me what you're up to?

"I can't talk yet"

Ivan said, "Why?" and lean his neck.

"Ladyfirst said creed"

"... a little intrigued by your face"

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Places for the witches of the Divine Tree to dwell were also soon being vandalized.

Only the stone bathroom that was in the back, however, looked like a hand had been applied very recently. It's cleaned every corner, and I don't see any dirt like scale or mold.

Others in the diocese are just miserable, without comparing anything to anything else, and you won't be offended to be here.

The cosmetic stones that decorate the bathroom are also weathered, but if there is still light, they can still shine.

"... you just tensioned it?

Before taking his uniform off at the stripper, the mutt ascertained the temperature of the strained water.

I had predictions because of the hot air I could get into the bathroom, but that also turned into certainty if I dipped my fingertips. When I looked around, I noticed that it was not easily boiled water with one of the Photonstone appliances, as in modern times.

They used to heat it with fire from below and boiled it over time......

That's what I think, and I think of a man who was reading with a soot face.

We were prepared in anticipation of what state we would come. But you couldn't tell until the right time. Even if it wasn't, it must have been caring anyway.

"Winter water is easy to cool...... still this hot"

Mute hands on her wet uniform, aware of the growing solitaire.

I lost my prototype in the fight against Gilvim. That seemed faster to tear. Still, she took it off as per procedure. There was no strength left to break the power, and most importantly, I thought it behaved more human. I still wanted to believe I could do it.

"After all, what did you want?

Softly immerse yourself in the water and ask yourself reflected in that wavering water.

My own parents were about to commit some major crime. A man named Gilvim-Edelturk must have waved his sword at the thought of a severance - he knew it before Utsuro could teach him the truth.

The time was nine years. He was also helped by the power of his superior knight, his stepfather, and even looked into it until then.

Is that even the information the right head and the other guy flushed? I can think of it now, but which way it was all about the past.

It was revenge to clear my parents' mindless thoughts, make them get paid one day, and do...

No matter how much you justify yourself, it doesn't change that you are a resentment. Until then, when I'm not sure when I'm going to visit, I can't stand symbiosis with such aversion, etc.

I want to forget everything already.

"... with you guys, I felt I could do that.... I was hoping that if I were by your side, maybe you would stop me.... I didn't try to tell you anything good about me being a bug"

Referring to one person named you, the mind depends unknowingly on the will of a gentle knight.

I couldn't help but be attracted to the childish thought.

The childish thought looked too dazzling.

The childish thought seemed my salvation.

It became so painful to think about the childish thought.

"I don't know why I'm like this, but I think you're gonna forgive me."

Everything seems too late.

"... so I don't want to be with you anymore"

Mute was at the bottom of her disappointment.

"Ho, you look pretty good, don't you?

Mute, who left the bathroom, went straight back to the altar hall.

As soon as I get back, I can say that to Ivan, who was still reading and waiting. From there, Utsuro's frightened and hardened appearance, which was also stretched against the interwindow wall on the opposite side, enters into view.

It didn't bother me to guess what they said or acted on like that.

She was a hot body, dressed in a black dress with an ankle length.

Its soft fabric, which does not spread sideways, is so light that it flickers every time you walk. I have the impression that it is never tough to build, but difficult to use everyday.

Whatever it was, it wasn't tragic because the view of the foundation was beautiful.

A cared for uturo sends his gaze to the man who prepared such a thing.

"If you're asking me to tell you what a woman's hobby is, don't be silly, though?

"Let's not"

"There used to be a woman who looked good in black..."

"I said no"

Mute sits on the right bench, approximating Ivan, who wants to talk, and Utsuro, who refuses. It seemed like these two weren't such bad people. Especially with regard to the latter, the vigilance had almost been lifted.

It also means that if you return the back, you are losing your temper to think deeply.

"Who are you?

In a blurry voice, Mute asked Ivan.

"... yes everyone wants to ask people once"

I missed the main point of the question once, and then it continued to smell like preaching somewhere.

"I'm not who I think I am and what others think I am. But they are all themselves. I think it's up to me to keep it close or away from what others think it is, too... don't just try to know the words"

"... then you're a bit of a pain in the ass, you are"

"I don't mind. That's me, too."

Mute stared silently at Ivan, asking an outrageous question.

Within those mild signs, I have something I don't know - when the atmosphere he has feels similar to that of one person I remember, she was attracting a lot of interest.

"Mute-Shhalv.... I will keep my promise to you. Let's talk about my purpose."

Seeing it fit just about right, Utsuro starts talking again.

From what I've learned about that purpose, I don't think something will change. But I don't know how to spend it. Now, Mute had nothing better to do than listen to it.