Chapter 22 (2/2)

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“Warren! ”

It was also a red-haired man who hung on a red-haired man to hang on. Close to the year, the strict face is similar. First of all, there are many relatives in this village, and there are many people whose blood is dark and their face and hair color are similar.

“You, why didn’t you stop Brigitte! ? ”

“sorry”

“I have not heard words of apology! I’m asking why! If you-

Village friends who gather in a row. If you look at it and hang on it, Brigitte’s father, Brad, is full of words. I can not afford to tell the young people from here onwards. Even in the midst of the heat, that reason was working.

“……sorry”

While frustrated by the apologetic man no matter what he said, Brad was hitting him in the form of envying Warren’s untimely anger. Warren who receives it and receives it.

“Hey, stop anyone”

“Brad Ray Philly. Who can stop here? ”

As the young people confess, older people look around without much concern.

gradually–

“Yes, Brad, calm down. Ray is crying! ”

I heard the noise and it’s time for her to come.

“Sorry Warren. This idiot husband is mourning. That girl, didn’t you stop? What a girl. If you decide to do this, straight, a little heavy ass may be similar to your husband? If I was chasing after the day that William left, though.

“No, it’s my fault that has been stopped. It can not be helped if it is blamed. ”

“Stop saying so. Blood too. all right? ”

“M, Muu”

Blood loses the momentum of women and draws one step.

“If you say so, the story changes, but your younger brother is also not feeling well, right? ”

“Hmm, originally the body was not strong nature. I think that it is not an epidemic, but it is better to approach as much as possible. I said that to that girl too much. ”

“The friend of the village is a family. I’m going to make things with the spirit of enthusiasm coming up next time. Cheer Warren. Thank you for taking care of that child. All right, that girl is immature, but it’s a ray, it’s our child. I will surely be back with William. ”

That’s the woman who pulls Brad and leaves. Warren’s eyes to see it off were somewhat tender. Mother and child are very similar. Strong, noble, anything can be done-

(…… That’s dangerous, but)

A leader who left the country and pulled them. They rushed out with the talented people of each village in Lusitania and lost much. She also lost a part of her memory, and she still remembers only those fragments at that time. It was so painful.

For Lusitania humans who are not used to pain-

“… let’s pray”

Warren turns to his own workplace, home. Yesterday, one of my sister died. Just one last year. The brother of “William” who has remained now also shows signs of illness. Therefore, Warren strikes a sword with prayer. Until now, and from now on.

The role that oneself has vowed in the event of its loss. The regret that Liwius’s direct line should not hold the sword now makes it. It is not something that bends the established destiny. I live in it and die in it. So I let go of the sword. Therefore he did not teach his son a sword.

Warren didn’t know what to call this a bit of regret, slowly spreading.