Chapter 373 (1/2)

Several simultaneous shots. It was too big for the cost of only one person. Dozen people and a large number of arrows in war. But they didn’t think it was overly prepared.

“… obsessive,”

People look for a way to live before death. However, it is only when there is mental stability. After many times of death, I have scraped my feet, despair is ahead. It is too much for the mind to break. You need mental power to scratch your feet. It’s broken, broken, rubbed down-usually frying. You should want to finish easily and easily. People go to easy ones. That is a matter of course, so natural.

Even warriors do the same thing. Mostly he is a teen.

“Becoming an enemy-”

“Do not speak beyond that. He is just a son of the enemy, a target to avenge.”

“…… Ha”

It’s unusual. A boy named Alfred, who is stuck on the back of the fallen horse’s body and survives somehow. Certainly Berchron horses are large enough to be a good shield. However, not all arrows that draw arcs can be prevented by themselves.

Alfred’s body already had arrows pointing up. The arrow that hits the point is blocked by a small turning sword, and the other is compromised. And so he is still alive. In this situation where it will not die any time, it is still trying to survive, even though the clogged situation does not change. The obsession was enough to give them fear.

Even though he was one of the nephew, he began to remember awe.

“Develop while maintaining distance, eliminate dead spots and shoot away”

“… acknowledge!”

Still they are warriors, warriors, and now they are hired mercenaries. It is not a child to do something different to do, and the dark enthusiasm that dwells in the heart is not cheap enough to forget what to do.

A form that slowly begins to unfold. This is clogged up. They leave their heart openly without leaving the possibility of one-handed revival. I only do my job.

(Do I die?)

Alfred finally broke in the footsteps of death, which he heard little by little. They are not wrong. I can’t get lost. It is a phase of one step that can be understood even by an amateur. There is no point in scratching the foot. In the first place, what has been scratching up until this point is the emergence of something deeper and deeper than my own will. It would be to say that it was completely closed that even that was silenced.

(Who was born for what, for what lived? Such a place, no one, do not do anything, die, meaningless life, meaningless existence. I was told by Nicola in the old days, if you say such a thing, it will really be that)

Alfred smiled recalling his childhood face. When I was in the far north, it was about a couple of times a year. Still there were few friends and played well with Eris. I regret that I could not return anything after all because I was annoyed after all.

I could not tell Eris one feeling either. I hate to say that it was good not to tell. I do not want to be bothered in vain because of such self. Surely she should be with a good guy like Palomides. I am not fit next to her beautiful girl.

The faces of acquaintances float up one after another. Every time I felt that my chest could be tightened. I sincerely hope that Mira is safe or want to be safe. Claude may be worried. He was always close to me like my brother. The same is true for Beatrix. Even Marianne was so. The more I think, the more I am sorry.

Himiko, there were so many people around me, and they treated me kindly. It may have been a bit of hope. But now I am trying to give up. I am trying to betray my feelings.

(But I can’t help anymore)

Heart that should have broken already. A thought that should have been broken.

“Alfred, come here”

This illusion was false. There should be no love-

“The day will come when you have a choice. I, that person, that time for everyone

But at that time my mother was laughing. As if you were seeing all through

“At that time, I will teach you how to not regret it.”

I remember that my mother who embraces Alfred was thin, fragile, and tears were falling. But the words and gestures are full of love-

‘Follow your heart. The situation surrounding you, the human relationship, the calculation, the logic, everything is ignored, and only one hears the voice of one’s heart and lives like it wants to do. I am happy with this. I was able to meet Alfred with Alfredo. That’s the way to live. Good, don’t forget this. My precious treasure-”

After this, I fell asleep in my mother’s chest. What was the last word? I feel that something was a sad word. But this part alone is not enough.

(I have not found anything I want to do yet)

Mother’s words. Kind advice. At least I was loved by my mother.

(Himiko, after all, I do not want to die)