Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Knight Desert Batienne's funeral took place over three days.

The first day was as a proximal commander in the fight against cannibalized vines for the Empire.

The second day is the youngest daughter of the honored Batienne family.

The third day is the wife of Baron Falker, a family far from home.

The Empire pushed the knights to the extremities, but the three goddess blessed them with the last wish, and the House of Batienne long ago,

I freed the innocent man and the unmarried deceased, but I forgave my virtue.

The gorgeous sentence was covered over the coffin without a corpse, and it seemed to revive the dignity of the funeral.

However, Baron Falker lost his wife, but there was nothing more.

At the last visible day of the funeral, the practical resident was only a nine-year-old boy.

“Young master, how do you...? ”

“I'll open the mine and sell my mother's artifacts. There should be quite a bit of gold. ”

The boy's father was fascinated by his lack of pride.

It was a fragile nature.

The son of a humble baron who can only read and read.

I was willing to take away the family and kite that held the honor and power of such a man for generations.

“I think we need to sell this to prepare food...

The servant blurs his back.

It was a wedding ring I had prepared for my inheritance.

It was a fact that the boy didn't even know that his mother had already sold all her belongings, saying that she would marry her husband's younger siblings as well.

The imperial court who paid for the funeral on the first day promised to pay consolation according to the subsequent procedure, but needed the money today.

“I'll sell it.”

The boy's concerns were not long.

“No. ”

My father, who was leaning on one side, was dumbfounded, suddenly lit his eyes.

“No, not just that! What ring is that? ”

The servant switches between the boy and his father with an embarrassed look on his face.

A nine-year-old boy bit his lip.

“Father, it's the last funeral of the head of the death squad. Be noble.We must treat our guests with respect. ”

“No. No, no, no.

He sat on the floor, muttering only that word. I couldn't shake this helpless appeal.

The boy briefly instructed his servant with his eyes, until the very last day.

I was able to hold a proper funeral.

Those who remember the knights' place and those who remember Batienne's youngest daughter have already been there.

All that was left was a handful of guests who remembered the dead as the baroness.

They were poor, presumptuous, but not neglectful of hospitality.

The boy welcomed the guest without a drop of tears.

“This way.”

In an empty coffin with only one knife, people bow their heads, placing a bag of scented scent.

In the deep forest of the Eastern Mountains, he was eaten alive and dead, but the boy was thankful to the Imperial lieutenant who came for the sword.

After all the guests left the slum, only the father and the boy had fallen.

The boy went out and looked at the clearing behind the house. There, I clearly remembered Mother playing with herself with a wooden sword.

“My son is a genius! ”

I enjoyed spending a lot of time with my mother when I was away from home because of the mission.

When he came home sweating after playing around, he raised his head and smiled.

Thinking that those days would never happen again, the cold eaten was digging deep into the stiff.

I still touched my mother's sword for a long time, but I grabbed the sack with both hands and lifted it up slightly.

If I did that, wouldn't my mom go behind my back, twisting my head, asking me what I was wearing?

Something comes up from inside my chest and it seems like something will catch my eye.

But I suddenly heard the shout of my father who had lost his mind.

“Put it down! You. You don't deserve that. ”

The boy lowers his sword and turns around.

“It's sad, isn't it? You're...

I looked at the fragile man who couldn't control his emotions and had a grudge against his nine-year-old son. So the boy lost his chance to cry forever.

“Knight Desert Batienne. ”

I looked him straight in the eye.

“You're locked up.”

Before I went on my last mission, I carefully examined what my mother said.

‘I am the sword of the empire. ’

I forced him to comfort me.

“Knight Desert Batienne wished to die honorably for his country. Why are you grieving? ”

“You. You...

He turned his back without speaking.

All that was left was a deep silence that I thought I could touch with my hands.

Adults need to console themselves in situations like this.

I wanted to argue, but when I saw the empty look on the man's face who was just looking at his wife, that feeling disappeared too. That was the last time we had a proper conversation.

I was in the same house as my father, but not in the same place.

When my father had neither eaten nor slept, and had found strange books everywhere, Leeandro practiced on his own in the empty space, reminiscing about his mother's memory.

My childhood when I was sweating with a towel while joyfully wielding my wooden sword was over.

The memories of the end are forced from darkness.

Leandro doesn't stop, he swings his sword in the air.

When you make awkward moves, it gives you a sense of stability that you hold and move directly from behind.

The soft feel of a wooden sword touching your wrist as you drop it down.

Warmth used to stroke my head if I did the right thing.

I felt like I was with my mother just as much as I was swinging a knife. I hear her voice praising me for doing well, and it really hurts when I attack towards the void.

You're doing great. That's right. No, this is it. Ouch, watch your step. You've improved your strength with your sword. But the balance is off.

It's been three years.

He was now able to replicate the movements that his dead mother had shown him and follow them without any difference.

Queek!

Leandro swings his sword at the vision of his mother.

An unbelievably sharp sound, just swinging a wooden sword, cuts through the air.

After the wooden sword swings, the wind shifts and the dust on the ground rises up.

The sound and appearance of the Pokémon creep the opposing Pokémon out.

That was all the sword my mother taught me.

But Leandro doesn't stop, he swings his sword to the side again.

At that time, there was no sound, and the knife was moving to the other side, as if it had been using transitional magic.

The image of Mother being kept alive in front of my eyes was cut in half from the chest without stopping the knife of a twelve-year-old boy. The body collapsed and fell forward under the chest and sideways along the cut section.

Leandro drops his knife, bewildered by himself.

It's just that Leandro swings his sword along a dimly-looking curve.

It was close, but more than likely,

It was an echo throughout the body of how to cut and move.

After the first time I cut off my residual image, even though I thought of my mother in my head, the moment I tried to deal with her properly, she seemed to be several pieces.

There is a very wide gap between the piece and the piece, making it seem easy to slip through the end of the practice wooden sword you're holding.

After shattering the mother a few times, Leandro no longer pulls her into the void.

He just laid down his sword and stared at the sky for hours, numb in the air.

There was only one.

Ironically, the goal came after my father, who had been obsessed with something while avoiding the grain constantly, died.

It was different from my mother's funeral three years ago.

Neither honorable nor sudden. Above all, the corpse that had been left in the library for several days smelled bad.

Then I could see what it was like to hang onto my father just before he died.

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Ten years ago, there was a red underline on the part where the consciousness remained.

Near the open book were several books on how to catch vegetable spells, and how to explore mountains.

Weakling father, who could not hold a sword properly, was preparing for revenge.

To actually swing a knife once.

I've been stuck in a book for three years.

Leandro appears to be dizzy from the meaningless struggle.

You close your eyes and get tired of the smell of a van in between.

He walked out and set the house on fire.

The house collapses powerlessly without a large explosion.

The flame that burned the whole house got smaller as it dried up in the void, and soon disappeared.

The Imperial bounty is long gone. I didn't have any money to tidy up.

A sword left by my mother.

That was all I could get from Baron Falker.

“Y. Did you really catch this?” Leandro nods.

It was seven years later that the vines grew back, and I needed a way to spend my time waiting.

Wherever there was magic, I went in and slaughtered it.

You can call it training or practice.

Eating, money, and sleeping places followed me naturally, but I was stuck wherever I went at a young age.

I thought it would be better if I took my father who didn't know what to do.

At least four more years later, about 16 years later, it was less annoying than before.

But I still have a long way to go.

“This is amazing. Where did you find the body? Tell me the truth, kid, it's important. ”

It's been 14 years since he was called a kid.

It's been a while.

Leandro looks at the Bat Monster on the floor.

Spreading it wide on either side breathes more black wings than this meter, longer claws and tougher leather than any dagger.

He was easier to catch than a careful runaway deer because he ran to his side first, even though he found snacks walking around.

“Well, sir. This boy is naturally amazingly good at hunting...

A leather merchant who recently opened a deal took to the front of the guard.

The disbelief was thick.

“Shut up. You think it makes sense that a child's arrows were pierced by a leather stone? Looks like the guards found the body they killed in the battle. ”

“What the...

“I'll take good care of you, too. Keep your mouth shut. Kid, a dangerous corpse is confiscated. ”

Of course, this was not the first time for a boy.

There were times when another hunter tried to take over the corpse of a demon he had captured, and even tried to hijack it with his wings.

Many times I heard it.

Of course, none of them were successful, but it's been a long time since I met such a ridiculous person.

I was irritated and annoyed.

Leandro looks straight at the guard commander.

“I am Leandro son of Batiene, leader of the imperial imperial crisis. Don't you have a handful of pride in being the spear of an empire to protect its people? ”

“What." ”

Isn't it your job to protect a city where a group of humans gather and kill and take each other, and make sure that the weak don't become hell eaten by the strong? Are those men on such a noble mission trying to embezzle a few dollars from a citizen? ”

“Huh. I...

The guard commander kicked his tongue with the same expression.

Seeing the expression on his face that he couldn't feel anything, Leeandro thought he was talking nonsense.

What I'm talking about is a 16-year-old boy who can sort things out in a minute.

It was written, but the man in front of him is only using the guard's power to become strong.

It's not that I don't know. Knowing it, he was deliberately distant from his conscience.

Soon, the guard commander smiles with a sly smile.

“Well, okay. I just needed to make sure you really caught the bat monster. You, him. The son of a famous knight. You think you can get me a bird? ”

“Commander, you can't be...! ”

“You need to shut up. wherein

Do you want to stop trading? ”

Leandro gives a good look to the Leather Cretaceous. The guard commander looks at him and speaks.

“Hmmm. We must defend the city, as you said. I can't take care of this because of the work piled up. Look here."

He unfolds the map on the table and points to one place.

“Short tail plains. A large human-eating bird appears in this place half a day away. The attack on livestock, horses, and people is a real pain in the ass. ”

“Hippogriff? ”

The guard commander's eyes widen.

“Hey, did you already know that? If you bring him in, I'll double the bounty on all of them! ”