I'm not that kind of orc

"Roland should have told you what that sword is?" After a while, I asked.

"Yes, it's all my fault." She replied feebly, "I actually... would bring that kind of thing in..."

"No." I couldn't help frowning when I heard that.

She froze for a moment, then raised her head blankly.

"You're wrong." I repeated, "Haven't you realized what you really did wrong, Your Highness?"

"What... do you mean?" Her expression was a little cramped.

"You are wrong, but the wrong thing is not that you got the sword, but your wish." I felt a faint irritability, and unconsciously increased my tone, "You shouldn't even think about inheriting that sword. Throne."

She opened her eyes wide in shock, as if she didn't expect me to say such a thing at all.

"Do you also think... I am not qualified to inherit the throne?" She looked at me incredulously, "Just because I am a woman?"

I stared at her for a long time, then shook my head: "No, I never thought about it that way, the one who always thinks about it is you, Arsena."

I just called her by that name.

"Me?" She was stunned, "How come? You, what are you talking about? I have always been working hard to inherit the throne..."

"Do you work hard... Well, in order to inherit the throne, you wear men's clothes, imitate men's words and deeds, and feel that you can't inherit the throne unless you become a real man, and now you tell me that you don't think so?" I shook my head, "Is it interesting for you to lie to yourself like this?"

She was immediately speechless.

Time to tell her those words.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier. In fact, I have always disagreed with your approach. The idea of ​​dressing up as a man in order to inherit the throne sounds unreasonable." I looked into Arsena's eyes and said, "You Tell your teacher that you have worked hard for five full years. I think that statement is wrong. You have escaped for five full years because you have worked hard in the wrong direction from the beginning. It seems that you are going to overcome all difficulties for the throne. In fact, I was just afraid of being rejected because of gender issues. In order to avoid this issue, I kept wronging myself to be a man. After hearing about your father’s decision, I even fought for you. I thought your father was stupid, so stupid. I don't know how to take my daughter's thoughts into consideration. But now I realize that I am the one who is stupid. I am so fucking stupid. I think that an outsider who has known you for less than half a month is better than a father Know his daughter better! Your father is right. To some extent, you are indeed not qualified to inherit the throne because your heart is too weak. When you were rejected by your own father, you never thought of relying on Go change something by yourself, but pin your hope on a sword...damn it, a sword!" When I said this, I suddenly felt that it was too ridiculous, and couldn't help but curse out.

"Father, he..." Arsena looked very shocked.

"He has his own reasons for opposing you. It may be because of your weakness, or he doesn't want you to wrong yourself for the rest of your life, but it will never be just because you are his 'daughter'. In your mind, the real Myself, as a woman, I am not qualified to inherit the throne... You don't even look down on yourself, how do you want others to support you?"

I let out a long breath and spit out all the words that were suppressed in my heart, which made me feel refreshed.

I should have told her this earlier.

I have always kept myself out of her affairs. I did not choose to correct her forcefully when she somehow followed my example, and I chose to remain silent when she was deeply hit.

I don't know if I could have made a big difference if I stopped her in time, but it is a fact that I chose to stand by.

Things will become like this, in fact, I am also responsible.

?Your Highness. "I softened my voice, "I think true strength has nothing to do with gender. There are always some things that cannot be changed by birth, and cannot be forced, but people should not feel inferior because of faults that do not belong to them.You clearly have your own merits..." Once again, I thought of her embracing the unicorn under the moonlight, and the nobility and kindness she showed at that time.

I paused here and added: "But you can't see it, I feel so sorry for you."

Arsena stared at me blankly, without speaking for a long time.

"Okay, actually I came here for other things." After finishing what I wanted to say, I suddenly realized that I had wasted a lot of time, "I'm going to borrow a weapon from here, what's heavier? Weapons? Tomahawks, warhammers, broadswords and knives are fine.”

She was dazed for a while, and then she shifted her gaze to a certain part of the wall where the collection of weapons was hung - there was a hatchet with gorgeous patterns hanging there.

I walked over, unceremoniously took the tomahawk off the wall, and weighed it in my hand.

Well, this feel...although it's still a little lighter, but it's still pretty good.

Just as I was about to leave with the axe, Arsena at the side said, "Wait a minute, Mr. Bullock." She seemed to have just realized, "Where are you going?"

"Go and settle the score with that bastard inside, he cheated on me yesterday, I'm going to chop off his head!" I stretched out my thumb and poked at the red barrier outside the window.

Arsena opened her eyes wide in panic and anxiety: "No! This, this is too messy!"

"Someone has to go. Roland won't last until the reinforcements arrive. She will die here. If that lunatic's spell continues to spread, there will be no safe place. Everyone will die." I glanced at her.

She was dumbfounded, apparently just realized the seriousness of the situation. I'm afraid Roland only left a sentence after asking her that I will deal with it and then sent her away.

"But, but... that thing is no longer something that one person can handle, and you will only die in vain if you go like this!" She shook her head slightly, her lips trembling.

"I think you 'people' always overcomplicate things. In my opinion, there are only two kinds of things, that is, what to do and what not to do. Some things can be given up, but there are always some things that must be done Do it, even if it seems hopeless. Real reason at this time should be used to find a way to reverse the situation, not to back down when it should not be retreated - that is not wise, it will only make yourself regret Forever." I took a deep breath, "Your Highness, I can't imagine what it would be like to run away and survive, to think that someone died in front of me and I ran away like a coward and survived - it's too shameful , I am so shamed that I would rather wipe my own neck with this ax now!"

Arsena's eyes flickered, as if rippling the surface of a lake, I stared closely at those eyes, and continued talking.

"Let's keep things simple. Anyway, it's a battlefield that has to be rushed, so don't worry about anything. As long as you have a breath, you should fight until the last moment! That sword may be very strong, but The body built by that guy is still a human body, and there will always be a way. So far, I have not seen any living thing that cannot be killed by a single axe, anyway, if it cannot be solved by a single ax..." I said Holding the battle ax on his chest, he smiled at her, "Then give me another ax!"

The Death of the Unicorn (4)

I'm wrong.

I was totally wrong.

After leaving a sentence telling Arsena to take refuge by herself, I didn't pay any more attention to her, and took the ax out of the dormitory by myself.Although her state is still a bit worrying, at least it should not be to the point where she needs to be taken care of personally.

Then just as I was about to go into the woods, I realized I had forgotten something very, very important.

That is, I haven't confirmed with Roland about her enchantment...whether she can pass through it directly.

Well, now I know the answer - just not.

The translucent illusory perception of the enchantment gave me an illusion of no entity, but when I tried to step over it, I found that it actually had an extremely viscous texture, like semi-solidified mud The wall, any part of the body can't be pushed in any more than half an inch.

Of course, I have also tried to directly charge with my body and chop with the tomahawk in my hand. At first I was worried that this would have an adverse effect on the enchantment, but I realized that I was naive when I moved my hands. Brute force has no effect, no matter how powerful it is, it seems to hit a ball of cotton on it, and it will be dispersed with the ripples on the surface of the enchantment.

It's only natural to think about it for a while, if this enchantment can be passed so easily, then the lunatic who is locked inside should have rushed out with a sword.Even I, who likes to think in a straight line, can realize that it is difficult to find a way to pass through this barrier without considerable knowledge of magic.

This is a prison and a besieged city. People inside cannot get out, and people outside can't get in if they want to.

I walked around the barrier for a while, but I couldn't find what looked like a breach above.

"..."

Looking up at this magnificent and indestructible barrier, I fell silent.

...what to do now?

For a while, he spoke with Roland and Arsena so passionately, but he got stuck at the entrance when he got here.

This kind of feeling is like going out under the attention of everyone, but before you get out of the camp, you accidentally break your foot. Let alone fighting, you can't even ride a wolf, and then you are anxious like ants on a hot pot. How to face the folks and elders who are seeing off outside the camp.

so awkward……

Do you want to go back and ask Roland to let me in?

I'm afraid I won't agree.

And I really can't imagine what kind of reaction she will have. Just imagining that scene will feel so shameful that people want to die directly.

I'm so stupid... I covered my face with one hand.

Do you want to try again?Maybe it's because my chopping and bumping posture is wrong.

So unwilling to give up, I stood in front of the barrier again, took a deep breath, and raised the battle ax high.

And just when I was about to pour all my strength into swinging down——

"What are you doing?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded, making me turn my head away.

Feilan, who was leaning on her staff, stood not far behind, looking at me with speechless eyes as if she was looking at a rare idiot.

Beside her stood an expressionless Angelica.

"You two...why are you here?" I put down the ax and blinked twice.

It's not surprising that they can find me. I can be seen from the upper floors of the school building where I stand, and even if they don't see it, they can find it by following the smell with Angelica's nose.

"Brock." Angelica approached me, "Are you going...to go inside?"

"Yes." I looked at the dead trees in the barrier, and there was nothing to hide about this matter, "I'm going to kill that guy, someone has to solve this matter."

"Then I'll go too," she said.

"No, it's too dangerous!" I frowned when I heard that.

"I said I'm going too!" She stood by my side, staring up at my face stubbornly.

"You don't have much combat experience." I simply looked ahead and didn't look at her.

Although I spoke so optimistically with Arsena, I still understand the situation very well.A long sword that can make an opponent fall with just a cut is already tricky enough, but now it has devoured the whole forest of life, it is really hard to imagine how strong that guy is now.Even Roland, who has rich combat experience and a good understanding of magic, asserted that I can't beat him.

"I'll go too!" The voice beside him still insisted, "Didn't you, Brock, lose the fight...were you rescued by me?"

"One thing is one thing, this time it's really dangerous, no." I didn't budge.

Angelica was silent.

Did this girl finally know how to give up?

After about five seconds passed, she spoke again: "Let me go."

It's not the slightly immature voice from before, but a mature female voice, and the tone is not as stubborn as before. It is flat, but reveals an irresistible majesty.

I suddenly felt shivering all over, and looked sideways with some trepidation.

Angelica, who has grown considerably in stature, has short hair that has turned reddish brown and grown to half-length, with a pair of furry wolf ears on top of her head. Her eyes locked on me with an uncharacteristically cold light, clearly she was looking up at me but somehow Makes me feel like I'm being watched.

"Let me go." She repeated, baring her teeth slightly at me, showing her sharp fangs, with a deterrent meaning beyond words.

"Oh...oh." After being dazed for a second, almost subconsciously, I gave an obedient answer.

I was shocked to myself when I finished.

I'm actually cowardly...

As the strongest fighter of the younger generation of the Bloodaxe Clan, I was actually overwhelmed by a little girl on the issue of participating in the war...

It feels so complicated.

But if you think about it carefully, with Angelica's ability, it seems that you really don't need to worry too much.

Rather, after being fully transformed, she is not afraid of the curse on the sword, has a strong body healing ability, and at the same time has a running speed that is beyond the reach of most creatures on this continent. The probability of her survival is far greater than mine.

Instead of worrying about her, I might as well worry about whether I will become a burden for her to escape when the situation is unfavorable like yesterday.

"You're done with your decision?" Feilan, who had been holding her hands in silence, said, "Then hurry up and leave."

"Wait!" I immediately turned to the side and stopped her who came in naturally, "You want to go too?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?" She raised her eyebrows at me very unhappy-to be honest, she didn't seem to give me any good looks since we met.

Well, I'm used to her appearance. On the other hand, if one day she doesn't put on a bad face at me but greets me with a warm breeze, then I will wonder whether she is crazy or I have something wrong with my eyes. .

"That...we're not going on a picnic." I explained this to her seriously.

"I know it!"