NOVEL NEXT chapter 35
35. Justice of the Hero (4)
35.
Elise’s explanation was valid.
Although it was true that it helped the direction of the sword.
Since then, scarecrows have never been neatly cut.
“… It’s not easy.”
“Of course it is. If you can overcome the limit with one explanation, there will be no one in the world who is not a knight.”
“Is that so?”
“Just being able to catch a clue is great.”
Seeing that the incumbent knight commander says that, I feel more at ease.
People are like reeds.
Ellen pondered as she caught her breath as the tip of her sword dangled toward her ground.
Even though she suddenly tried to find a reason to wield her sword in the future, she couldn’t get tired of drawing a hopeful future for Ellen, who had never thought of it from the beginning.
I felt that Mana reacted somewhat differently, but she was just there.
“…… Mmm.”
When Ellen was struggling in her own way.
Elise was sitting in the shade of a tree, looking at the rising east and controlling her fluctuating heart.
She repeats her memories of what she said while sparring with Ellen and why she was obsessed with the past, vividly alive and then dying.
“When I was talking, it was fine….”
“Yes?”
“No, no. It is a self-talk.”
It was fine when we talked.
When the dawn passes and morning arrives, just thinking about that.
Her fingers wiggling, her toes wiggling.
A hot flush formed on her face.
Shame, embarrassment, or embarrassment.
I said everything I wanted to say to a hero I didn’t know enough to say that even if I’d seen it officially, it was the first time the two of us had met.
Apart from the noble dignity.
I was embarrassed as a human being.
After her father collapsed, she said that it was because the sudden change in circumstances she had to go through alone for the first time shook her heart, so she only temporarily became emotional.
She could have thought so.
Even though Ellen listened seriously without much thought.
As she is looking at the warrior’s back from behind, she keeps becoming self-aware.
“…… Ah.”
What did I say to the first person I saw?
Since Elise has played the role of her eldest daughter, she had to act accordingly.
If I had to choose, I was on the cold side. It was rational and realistic.
Despite Tania’s one-sided gossip about Ellen, she always left room for Ellen to be a good person.
Because I’ve never had a direct conversation with a hero.
And today, facing her face to face, the idea that Ellen might not really be a bad person seems to have been overworked.
That she cowardly escaped judgment, that it became a burden on her heart….
“Over there.”
A low voice that penetrates the gaps in your thoughts.
Ellen was looking down at Elise, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
“… ….”
Although Elise didn’t stutter at Ellen’s sudden call.
She had to hold her breath for a moment and stare up at Ellen for her answer.
A silence of about three seconds passes.
“Yes, champion.”
Belated reply.
Ellen didn’t care.
“I think I know what it feels like, but it might take a while.”
“If it’s at the level of a hero, it’s natural.”
“Have you completed your image, Commander of the Knights?”
Complete.
Elysees had thought about the next stage before.
But she had to act not just as a prosecutor, but also as the person in power in the family, live as her older sister, and take responsibility as her eldest daughter.
From a certain point on, she came to focus on her political ability rather than her military strength.
That was more important in the aristocracy’s struggle with power and greed.
“No.”
Elise shook her head.
“I said that as if there was an answer, but actually I am still there.”
“I see.”
“Are you disappointed?”
“No, is there anything but disappointment in the same circumstances?”
“Unlike me, the hero will wake up soon.”
“Are we any different?”
“Because there is such a thing as a difference in talent.”
“Huh.”
The difference in talent.
Ellen looked down at Elise, who was sitting in the shade with her arms crossed.
Ellen said she never once thought that she herself was born with a talent better than anyone else.
If so, she wouldn’t have been rolling around like an asshole in her back alley when she was young.
Elise met her gaze with Ellen. She wondered if she had said something wrong, so she lowered her gaze for a moment, then she raised it.
“… Why do you look like that?”
I don’t think she said anything wrong.
“At that age, the person who was in charge of the Knight Commander talked about his talent, so he seemed a bit unlucky.”
“… I have no luck… ?”
Elise stared at Ellen with her eyes wide open.
It was the first time she had heard that she was unlucky.
Looking at my background, I even guessed that a lot of people might think that way, but there was no one who openly accused me of being unlucky in front of me like a hero.
To a swordsman who is already trying to change his mana movement after hearing a word, tell him that he has talent, or who should he tell?
“I’m not trying to get into a fight. Don’t you think you’re very skilled and talented?”
“… It’s not something that can be said in such a simplistic way.”
“Then should I speak in a feature?”
“Depending on the situation you find yourself in, there may be times when you feel inadequate.”
“No matter how hard it is, I wonder if it is necessary to be always dead. The knight commander, who is not even thirty years old.”
Elise was a little angry.
She also felt that Ellen’s words were sarcastic, but she didn’t care.
Because she didn’t have the confidence to refute his words.
“Don’t be sarcastic, champion. And I’m not dead….”
“No?”
“… ….”
She’s as talented in swordsmanship as her own brother, so she’s not as strong as anyone else.
He didn’t have as much leadership as his father, and at best he was just trying to keep Ergenuke’s status down.
The future will not be any better.
A future in which efforts must be made to maintain the status quo.
With what qualifications did he ask you to wield a sword for the future, even though he himself thought so?
How the consequences of her choices against the crusade will reverberate for her.
I don’t know anything.
All I can do is sit down with a hard expression on my face.
Elise was unaware that she had become emotional again, and she began pouring out her words like someone whose dam had burst.
“…… It’s not that I’m dead, it’s that my head hurts because I have so many things to do. Even if I solve it, even if I solve it, in the end it doesn’t get better than before, I feel like I’m left as an insignificant swordsman who lost the desire to improve, I feel like I’m becoming a daughter I’m not proud of. Perhaps, like you….”
The commoners wouldn’t know.
Although Elise was emotional.
After all, she didn’t say that.
The syllables that stuck out of her throat and stuck in her jaw fell silent on her tongue.
“…… I’m sorry, warrior.”
What right do you have to be angry with him?
Rather, he was his own helper, not the one to stand against him.
He was a grateful person who tried to maintain as good a relationship as possible with his younger brother, whom he hadn’t had a good relationship with before.
I tried to disparage him by calling him a commoner.
I was stupid.
“What are you sorry about?”
I raised my eyes to see if he was offended, but he seemed fine.
“… I was about to say something offensive. I can’t beat myself.”
“You didn’t. I couldn’t do it. But what were you trying to say? Fool? Sick?”
A warrior who spews primordial swear words well.
“No, that, commoner… say.”
“Commons? That’s not wrong.”
Ellen said what an insult that was. She laughed a few times and then she ran her sweaty bangs through her own bangs.
Elise’s big magenta eyes blinked several times.
“Aren’t you angry to hear that?”
“You are right. I’m a commoner I don’t get angry at the right words anymore. I’m bored.”
It’s not something you hear for a day or two.
More than anything else, I was angry at the person who was making that face.
“Sorry, but….”
“It’s okay. So don’t be angry with the right words, Captain.”
Ellen said that and she tapped Elise on the shoulder twice.
She was rude even among nobles and nobles she wasn’t close to, but for some reason, Elise didn’t hate Ellen’s behavior.
She did not hate Ellen’s comfortable smile.
“Captain, you will do well.”
“… ….”
“I’m still doing well.”
I was going to tell you this. It’s been a while since I’ve been sitting with my face looking like a dog.
While saying that, Ellen trimmed her grass that had stained her own sword.
Except for the first time hearing the word dog bamboo statue.
Although it was Elise’s pauldron that his thick hand tapped, her warm touch seemed to penetrate her sheet metal and reach her shoulder.
Further, her chest is hotly stained.
Elise was confused.
“… ….”
She didn’t know that she would receive such consolation from the hero, and she didn’t know if that consolation would work.
No one would have said a warm word to him until now.
Nevertheless, he lived as a leisurely person who could comfort others.
Is that why?
He achieved a strength comparable to that of a knight commander at an early age by steadily working hard.
It wasn’t reluctant, it wasn’t inevitable because the goddess chose it.
Seriously.
Because he looked like a warrior.
“Oh, f*ck, it stings.”
It was strange to see him holding the handle of an old sword and trying to remove the leaves from the blade mixed with cheap iron with his fingertips.
It was unfamiliar to me to see him trembling in his sweaty shirt and well-trained arms and talking harshly.
Expensive armor, shiny swords, authentic bloodlines, and luxurious vehicles.
It was really unfamiliar to see Ellen without anything.
So Elise stared blankly at him and asked without realizing it.
“A warrior.”
“Yes.”
“Is the hero a good person?”
Under the shade of a tree when the sun shines through the forest.
The eyes of the two people, each sitting in a comfortable position, meet.