Dear My Knight

2. Rachel Cardia – (6)

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It’s an unfamiliar ceiling.

Dark darkness that can be seen when eyes are opened. As I focused my gaze with a hazy mind, the outline of a blurry place came into my eyes.

‘This is….’

I tried to strain my body to look around.

In addition, the moment I tried to raise my upper body to raise my body naturally.

“… ….”

The screams, weighed down by the pain so great that even moans could not be uttered, sat in the silence.

Ed’s mouth opened slightly, and at the same time, all movements stopped. She felt so much pain that she couldn’t even move.

In addition to the pain running through her body, she felt more intense pain near her chest.

Ed’s mind is forcibly awakened by the sharp pain.

‘Ah.’

A woman approached with her breath at her last moment.

A red blade stabbing her own chest.

Her expression was cold enough to be imprinted in her mind the moment her death approached.

And even the last words the woman with a cold expression uttered.

‘Below expectations.’

When she thought about it all, she wondered that she was alive now.

More than anything else, the pain felt throughout her body was telling her that she was still alive.

“Lie down as it is.”

A voice was suddenly heard from a space not far away.

A voice that clearly conveys the meaning contained in words.

However, his thin voice had no pitch and sounded cold at first glance.

That’s why it was a voice that I couldn’t understand the emotions contained in it, but on the contrary, because of that, I was able to immediately recognize who the owner of the voice was.

“Although I took first aid measures on my own. You are still in danger.”

She slowly turned her head. Even the slightest movement was painful for her, but she couldn’t help turning.

I saw a slender silhouette hidden in the darkness.

Her She seemed to be lying down with herself again. She couldn’t quite tell if she was looking at herself or talking because she couldn’t see her face.

It was just that the voice felt close.

“Until tomorrow I bring in a separate priest, you just stay put.”

“Why me… Did you save them?”

“… Well.”

The woman, speaking in a low tone, paused for a moment as if contemplating.

When the woman didn’t open her mouth, she didn’t open her mouth either.

A moment of silence continued, and something like a blank space filled the gap between them.

Still, she herself waited for her words to flow from her mouth after that slowly.

Everything from her life right now to what she will do in the future depends on her words now.

It was clear that she intended to save herself, judging from the fact that she brought the priest, but she had to be careful with herself just in case.

There it is. It was highly likely that it was close to dawn when they realized the interior enveloped in such thick darkness.

And even though she woke up at that time, she immediately spoke to her.

Whatever she thought, in the end everything depended on this woman’s words.

“I was just curious.”

After a while, I finally heard her voice.

“I wonder… ?”

I asked cautiously.

As she sorted out her situation in her silence, she couldn’t help but be wary of even answering her.

“What did Aisen Gleaard see in you, who was just an orphan?”

For some reason, her voice, which had lost the cold timbre of courtesy I felt at the beginning, seemed to contain a lot of emotions.

Compassion.

Sympathy.

Jealousy.

Sorrow.

She usually read the emotions in other people’s voices, but she couldn’t say anything in that voice, which was strangely full of emotions.

The contents that flowed out of her mouth as if it were not a big deal were strangely in line with the huge worries that had settled inside her.

-You have no talent for nothing.

-That effort is virtual and teaches.

-Do you know why I made you my disciple?

She had heard Aizen countless times, and she had asked him countless times.

And why he made himself a disciple, I couldn’t hear anything about it.

She

After only a few years of practicing swordsmanship, she had no choice but to realize herself.

That he has no talent.

Aizen’s apprentice has been a low-level knight for several years.

That insignificant guy trained for five years and reached an intermediate level knight.

Now that eight years have passed, and now that you have reached a high-level article, you are getting paid for your efforts in your heart.

He can catch up with them if he puts in a bloody effort.

There were times when I was excited to think of that.

And that kind of thought disappeared after becoming a high-ranking knight and after the first battle to subdue the beasts.

True talent shined in itself.

There was an atmosphere that could stand on its own and embrace everyone.

The brilliant figure facing hundreds of demons pouring from the front while standing alone.

He was obviously different even though he used the same sword.

No, it wasn’t just about being different.

With a single swing, blue waves take over the space as if covering all sides.

A feast of gigantic blue waves that cannot even be matched.

The demons touched by the blue wave covered everything regardless of their grade.

The moment he faced the gigantic blue wave, even the high-level monsters he had to go through dozens of battles to defeat.

It collapsed like a handful of broken lights.

It was as if she was facing something huge that could never be grasped by effort.

It’s like the figure of Aizen Glade…….

It seemed to come face to face with herself and her not much older age difference.

The appearance of Ashera Glade, which shined brightly by itself, continued to torment him after that.

It was clearly entrenched in his memory, as if it were imprinted on his brain, and he could not shake it off.

Ashera’s attitude towards herself afterwards.

The act of showing kindness as if it were nothing special.

What made her feel uncomfortable even with her appearance was her own low feelings.

Recently, for several months facing Lady Ashera, she seems to have a sense of tension as if facing her natural enemy.

Even her voice, which sounded warm, no longer sounded like that, so she felt reluctant to hear it, and even tried to get used to it.

She was lost in her own thoughts, and suddenly her mind was broken.

Then, suddenly, she felt two bright red eyes staring at her, even in the thick darkness.

“… I want to know too.”

“… ….”

“What did he see in me? I thought about it countless times, but no answer came out.”

“… ….”

“And you didn’t tell me anything.”

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Ed Gleaard.

I hesitated for a moment when asked what the reason he saved him was. I was able to speak up right away.

“What did Aisen Gleaard see in you, who was just an orphan?”

Of course, he didn’t intend to tell him about Gehea, so the answer he came up with after a short thought was about Aisen Glade.

What kind of talent did Ed Gleaard, an orphan, catch his attention?

It was the curiosity that stemmed from that thought.

And what I felt when swords crossed.

He was expecting a little bit, but the biggest emotion he felt was ‘disappointment’.

Eight years of learning the sword under a knight named Aizen Glaade was insignificant.

And when he was young, his family was ruined by the enemy and he became an orphan and endured a difficult life. Someone was the same orphan, but he was adopted into a knight family called Aizen Glaade and became his disciple.

Perhaps that was just something that bothered him.

I waited slowly for an answer even in the dark.

What kind of answer will he give? Could it be that something other than the sword caught the eye of a knight named Aizen Glaade?

So silence settled.

‘… What?’

He didn’t say anything at first, so I thought he might have collapsed again.

Even though he missed his heart, the sword that pierced his chest was obviously a serious wound, and if he didn’t bring the priest as soon as tomorrow dawned, it would be a serious wound that could endanger his life within a few days.

Use mana lightly to broaden your vision in the dark.

A face with a subtle expression stood out.

What do you keep thinking about?

A strange figure continued to appear on the face, which seemed to be frail.

And it felt like looking at a boy of that age, not a knight.

As soon as we first met, he aimed a sword at himself.

The scene where he rolls across the ground violently at the first blow, but immediately grabs his sword and stands up.

Until the last moment, he used the Glea de family’s swordsmanship on himself and fought against it.

Thinking of it now, Ed fought like a knight until the very last moment.

Even the way he calmly answers his words despite waking up at dawn. When I thought about it again, there was something that didn’t match the appearance that still had a youthful appearance.

The word ‘less than expected’. Was it too bad… ?’

As I continued to distort my expression and look at her in agony, I even thought that way.

In the ensuing silence, he suddenly opened his mouth with his eyes trembling slightly.

“… I want to know too.”

The moment you hear a voice in your ear that makes you want to cry. My mind went blank.

“What did he see in me? I thought about it countless times, but no answer came out.”

Even at the moment when the sword was stabbed into his chest, I couldn’t understand why the guy who collapsed with his eyes closed calmly, as if giving up, spoke in such a sad tone.

“And in the end he didn’t tell me.”

The content of those words did not touch him.

I don’t remember thinking about listening to the words of people without talent.

And because his life had been so difficult, he was unfamiliar with thinking about someone else’s heart.

However, the expression that kept coming into his eyes created emotions that could not be expressed in words.

It soon made him do something he never thought of.

‘Oh.’

My own hand almost reached out to the boy’s face inadvertently.

Looking at it, wondering if he’d noticed, he hurriedly brought his hand back to his bosom.

I’m sure I’ve only heard words that have nothing to do with it.

I felt strange.