1353 The dream of the First Squadron Captain is to release 5 volumes of books today.

"... how... how... what...?"

... where am I?

Wow, it's dark. It's pitch dark.

When I noticed it, it seemed like it was all filled up in front of me, and I thought it was serious for a moment that I was dead. I can't remember what I was doing before. After the exercise, I ran into my usual training station and trained lightly... I don't think I fell there.

But it was hard to imagine that I was ambushed in the Knights' training area. I didn't think it was a tippet, but no matter how permeable my special abilities were, it was hard to sneak into the Knights' Practice Range in the Castle.

In that case, I don't see the point of aiming at me. No, it was much better than being targeted by Pride-sama, but I didn't have any.

I scratched my head and looked around without seeing anything. No matter where I look, I don't know if it's dark or narrow. I tried to see if I was opening my eyes or closing them─... but... there it is.

If I put my hand down, I could see my hand clearly. I can't see anything. I thought it was dark, but I can still see my body. From the feet, it was clear to the tip of the shoe.

When I tried it on the spot, it did not hit the ceiling, and the floor felt different from the soil. I think it's in some kind of building because of the texture. If so, where could it be a straight shot?

Hey, who's there? Hey, who's there?

Call out from the bottom of your stomach with your hand next to your mouth so that it echoes well.

If you run light at the same time, it will be longer than you think. I can't even rely on the size of my voice. I went straight ahead, checking the texture of the crumpled floor.

No matter how many times I raised my voice, no one came back from anywhere. I wonder if he's dead or captured somewhere. Even a person with special abilities can't even consider what kind of abilities they have now. It would be easiest to understand if you were shown illusions and dreams.

No matter how far you run, you won't even hit the wall.

Impossible. I find it a little creepy and funny. If this were real, it would be a lot. I think it might be underground, but I can't explain why I can only see my body.

If you have a wall, you can't break it, and you stop to try it and kick your feet.

It echoed with a grunt and a rather awkward sound, but it didn't feel shattered anywhere.

I guess it's a dream. My legs are not broken or painful. If you think about it, I think it was strange that it was left standing even when I noticed it. If it's just a creepy dream, instead of a special ability attack, you might just have to sleep here one more time and you'll be back.

Why............ kon '......?

Hmm?

I just heard you.

A slight, small voice that you can't hear in such a quiet place. I can't hear you clearly, but I know it was a painful voice.

I turned around and listened to what I heard. Close your eyes and look as far ahead as you can for the identity of your voice. I can't hear you talking one by one or mixed up.

It sounds like a similar tone, but it's probably different. I think I've heard voices somewhere, but I can't tell from here. Everything was in pain, and I was squeezing out my voice, so I wasn't sure if I was dying or injured. I won't be able to sleep until later.

If there's anybody else caught, just talk to them. If you're in a hurry, I can't leave you alone. If I'm trapped in a place like this, I'll have to do something about it.

A thread of vigilance clung to her head as she strangely heard the voice of someone who hadn't heard it before.

Still, I re-directed my purpose. Wherever I went, there was nothing. Something seemed to glow from the tip of my voice in a space that was black alone, with no walls, no ceilings, and no separation.

Unlike when the fire was lit, it resembled a reflected light. Even though there is no light or anything, only reflection enters my eyes, and I can see myself even though it should be pitch dark. It has finally become a space far from reality.

After all, I want to make it a phantom and throw it out, but my legs move so that I can be attracted by the painful voice. "Aika" "Answer me!" The closer the voice, the darker the painful color.

As soon as I asked if some of them were less vocal than those who could speak, my liver cooled down. There's only a limited way to rescue people like this.

"Hey," I said, stretching my throat again. I still can't hear a voice reacting to my words. Seriously concentrate on your feet and close the distance at once. It was a lot closer than I expected, but it was a moment's notice. If I could see the tip of the light with my eyes,... there was no one there.

Window. That's the first thing I thought. There's a long, tall frame, but at first it looked like a mirror, but beyond that, it doesn't reflect me. It was a black world, and it was not filled with a single color. The sun is shining brightly, and I think it will rise in the morning.

I finally squeezed my eyes on the light that was in my eyes, but now it's farther away than it leads to the outside. Apparently, the voice from the other side of the window, not this way. I can still hear a distressing voice from behind a piece of glass.

When I slammed my fist to think about it after going outside, it just sounded as stiff as the floor.

It looked thin, but it wasn't thick enough or glassy, and it didn't scare me. It was surprising that it didn't even crack.

Even though I could hear voices, I thought it was extra strange that the glass was so thick, and now I was close to the window so that my nose was stuck. There is no one near the window. But there's a lot of people out there who can scream.

I tried calling again, but there was no response. Looking at the scenery, it's a very familiar place.... but I wonder if there was a window here. When I think of the layout drawings, I can't think of anything at all.

I know the scenery, and I know all the crowds, and I'm wearing regimental clothes through my sleeves. The place is definitely where I think it is. But why doesn't anybody notice us? It wouldn't be strange if only one person noticed.

I can't get a good look on my face because of the backlight. But they were all looking in one direction rather than the other. If I looked beyond their gaze, it would be... a dream. It fell quickly.

Why......?

A bitter voice is spinning again, as if waiting for me to find it.

I don't have a glimpse of what they're calling me, they're looking in one direction. I know the guy who just spoke up. Everyone knows me, not just the one who spoke up─... no?

How can I... this is the kind of treatment you deserve as a knight...?

When the large grain of salt fell, a painful voice that he had never heard before resounded....... yes, I know him too.

All of them raised their faces in one direction, distorting their faces painfully, lying face down so that they could not be seen inside. They're all knights.

Of course, this was the Knights' training ground, so there was a Knight. Even though it's disgusting. There's a mix of people I know and people I don't even know. Not as much as a column, but I know how to spot knights. Even so, I've never seen a face before, and there are a strange number of young knights. I'm not a recruiter, I'm a main knight, and I have no idea who I am. I wonder if that's the only thing that makes me crazy.

Overall, there are many young knights. On the contrary, there are very few seniors who are synchronized with us or higher, and very few young knights I know. It's just that I'm not here, and that's no reason to have a knight I don't know. There's not a single recruit. Moreover, this is a place for morning rituals. It's strange that there aren't any more recruits around morning service.

Even if you look at all those faces that only look small in the distance, there's only a handful of them who know me. What the hell is this Knights?

It's a dream, after all. There are no other knights but dreams. Basically, why would I, more than anything, be in front of the knights?

I have to get my neck exposed.

"...... this is such a nightmare......"

His mouth murmured in a thin voice, as if to confirm.

It's rare for a sinner to have his neck exposed. Moreover, it is not just being rolled, nor is it hanging wrapped in cloth. Slashed away from his torso, he skewered it with a spear from the cutting plane through the flesh to the end of his head. In this way, it was exposed so that it was easy for anyone to see. Besides, I'm not the only one. I can see in the shadows that there's another guy's head.

I feel like a sinner, like somebody else. That's a good nightmare.

No matter how much foolishness the Knights may make, I can't remember how much it's done. Moreover, why is it exposed in the Knights' Practice Range instead of in the square? No matter what kind of big sinner you are, you can't bother exposing yourself to the Knights' Practice Range. It's like a show-off.

I've seen the neck of an enemy many times, so I'm used to it, but I don't feel good about seeing my neck. I rub my neck while feeling like throwing up in this place. I feel the eyebrows narrowing on my own. I can't help but have my head and neck on my side.

I'll hit the front kick twice this time, as I can think of, but I won't jerk off after all.

I'm some kind of sinner, exposed to the Knights. That's a pretty nightmare, and it sucks. Besides, many knights are crying at my neck. I think it's quite a nightmare to see it like this. If the Knights were to shame me, it would be tough enough to kill me.

I don't know, not just knights. From the familiar synchrony, the senpai knights and the people in the nearest squad are distracted and tied their teeth. There were many people on their knees.

Some people will bow down and wet the ground in agony, so that I can hide my face. ”Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Some people open their eyes and stare at my neck. Probably because you're so mad at me. But I don't know how or who you're mad at.

As a knight, I was always accustomed to the death of my friends. Especially these days, the dead... or Jane... or... And yet, I don't think it would be right for me to be exposed to so much crying and disturbing me with my death. As a knight, not as a human being, it's a posthumous humiliation.

The bloodiness of the dead is also muddy, and the dry blood is sticking, and the skin is dry. I can't even look directly at it from my own eyes. If I close my eyes carefully, the eyeballs would be missing if I failed even when I pierced them with a spear.

Gatan and another knight, a young man with no face, knelt down. The words "why", "why" and "why" have the same meaning as ", as if they sewed between each other, as if they were pounding one knee after another. I don't care what I've done to this world, no matter how much I listen to them.

I'm not a knight, am I a sinner?

Geez, my whole hair is standing upside down.

A woman's voice, like a double sound, suddenly came from her head. Just by hearing that voice, you're running a chill like you're grabbing your heart and crushing it.

I realized that I was holding my own chest. What is this voice? Is it human?

Words alone can't hear my voice. Just knowing that the voice is high is a woman, I don't know if it's an old woman or a kid. I just feel like I know the unpleasant, bug-spitting voice somewhere, and I tie my teeth. I want to cover my ears with this licking voice.

I can't see through the window. You can't look up from any angle beyond the glass, but the voice from the diagonal side can tell by the knights' gaze. Probably on the high ground.

With no female figure in sight, everyone in the Knights' eyes grew sharper. Some people have eyes that bleed to death. I've never seen a synchronized face before. Some people were shaking their hands just before they tried to hold the sword.

While a knight loyal to his royal family, he plotted a massive treason that involved the Knights. Is there any more sin?

Double sounds don't get into your head like tinnitus.

I should be able to hear you, but I can't hear you very well. It was as if the noise was being poured into my ears. What? What did I do?

I heard a lot of gnawing and tying my teeth. I can't tell if it's the sound of my jaw or the sound of the other side of the glass.

I couldn't tell when I had last blinked, I just saw the sight in front of me. I want you to repeat what the woman with the double sound has just told me. I wanted to hit the glass again, but I couldn't hear it because of the sound, so I held my fist.

Knights, treason, and sin. Only the words can be picked up later. What, what the hell did I do?!

If it was a revelation, the worst possibility would come to my mind and I would shake my head and knock it off.

I want to know who she is, and I don't want to know. I just understand that I did what I had to do. I didn't think that this was the same as Tiara-sama's revelation before, but then my heart started to panic.

While being slapped by the sound from the inside to the ear, I desperately stare at the other side of the glass again. I can't always say anything to a woman with a double voice. The crying man also stays on his knees with his neck hanging. The more I peeled off my eyes and bit them, the more I dropped my gaze from face to face. Is it because you don't want to look directly at me, or is it because you can't see your own face?

Unbelievable, that Knights. None of the most powerful Knights of the Kingdom of Freesia can face the woman. No one will even raise his voice to the one-sided reproach of a woman, and to the words that are spoken with a fatty tongue.

The Knight Commander and the Deputy Commander are nowhere to be found. It would be strange if my men were not guilty of such a great sin. I don't think the Knights will allow these two to be punished like this. That's right, even if it's the opponent. That was the moment when something was about to follow in my head.

"...... Column.....?"

You're lying, aren't you?

Another exposed neck that I didn't care about before. The focus stops on the shadows that only thought that [someone] was a sinner who was treated the same as me. The feeling of the eyelids disappearing made her tremble to the tip of her finger.

Your breath is shallow. I don't even know if I can breathe like this, but I can't do anything about my body. Along with the sensation of blood climbing and bouncing in your head, you're ingested.

A neck skewered by a spear. My head was stabbed in the same way next to mine. From the cut surface to the face, there is a trace of blood left on the face without being wiped off, leaving a trace of dry blood on the face. For a moment, I thought it was a mole, and it was incomparably dirty from my head.... so I don't know, it's like I'm making an excuse for myself.

Why, that's not what I'm talking about, is it? Why is he being exposed to this side by side with me?

I don't think so, but at the same time I'm convinced why the knights are crying. There were a lot of people who admired Column. The closest (...) to (...) all (...) the (...) structure (...) or (...) the (...) and (...) the (...) La (...) Mu (...) also (...) lamented (...) but still many of the people who relied on him to continue to be knights were both in the main unit and in the recruits. It was the last longing knight for the knights, after the death of the Commander of the Knights. We all know that he suffered more than anyone from the evil orders even if he tried to be our shield......?

"...... is...... eh,.................."

Gatan, and.

My knee fell when I noticed it. As if she had been shot through the joint, her knees were not strong enough, and her forehead bumped slightly against the glass. As for the fist glass, I managed to raise my face, but the inside of my eyes glowed black and white. What did you just think of me?

I don't know what I was thinking. Now I can't understand myself as if I had a strange delusion in mind. Why, this has never happened before.

If you say something, I'm sure that your whole body won't be able to take shape.

I could force my mouth open and breathe up, but my tongue didn't move like it was numb from there. Ha, ha, ha, at best it was just a short breath. I don't think my head is bleeding, so I wonder why I thought about it. No, I can barely remember what I was thinking. The moment I try to remember, my head hurts terribly. No, it's not good to remember.

Pfft, I really raced up to my throat for a second. While holding down your mouth with one hand, you desperately send it back to your stomach. Why, why was it possible for me to solve this scene just for a moment?!

I can't remember what I thought. Even so, I feel like I really don't know the sight of this just for a few seconds. It's impossible. This is a crazy world.

I was killed and exposed to a column like this, and the Knights were always silent. I don't know, there are more young knights, and there are many knights we know who are martyred for (...) (...) (...) Oh, shit, no. I think about it again. When I think about it, I step on the floor without thinking about the feeling of being dragged deeper into my feet. Just a pale sound, it doesn't sound anywhere, it doesn't sound, it doesn't break. Please tell me it's a dream... I think it's as if it's not a dream. Oh, my God, they're drinking.

Even the swamp seems to have eaten him in half, and his body is heavy. My eyes turned and I couldn't look directly into the glass anymore. Even though there were so many questions just now, there is only one question that comes to mind. I don't have any doubts. It's just that this situation is so unpleasant.

It's my fault.

"Hey ~? Why are you making such a face?" It's not like I'm the one to blame. ”

Shut up, shut up.

With a slimy, teasing voice, I forced my voice with my numbing tongue.

The words that came to my mind and the voice that came out of my tongue sounded dull as an idiot.

But for now, I resisted desperately. Rather than the voice of a woman, she frantically resists her head trying to accept that voice in reality. The jaw is so shattered that you can eat it and hold your breath. Even if it's useless, you can slap your fist in the glass. Oh, shit, my head's cracked.

Even though I'm supposed to be smashing glass, it's like I'm smashing my own head. I know it's bad, but I can't resist it. Immediately after I screamed, the bad things came up and I scattered them from my mouth and they were all red....... Oh, yeah. I think so. I should have been the only one who should have been.

It's not enough fists, I want the pain that crushes this thought anyway, and my throat is throbbing and scratching. Immediately thereafter, the blood came out of my throat more than the marks on my nails, as if it had been torn by a knife. Even though I should be familiar with the blood, my heart stopped for a moment when I wet it on the palm of my hand.

I regret dying much more than I did then. The moment they passed, their necks rose again to the side of the glass. I see the sight of everybody eating and tying their teeth in hatred without being able to tell back to a woman. Oh, yes, I was the one we really needed to protect.

I left it, I abandoned it, I couldn't protect it. I stood in front of their shields and defended the knights' pride, but I didn't realize it.

Knights, they're crying. We lost both of our support overnight. There's no way we can be safe from being killed and exposed to the two people we've been believing. We both did when the Commander of the Roderick Knights died and the Commander of the Clark Knights died. That's why I'm pushing the worst of it to the others...

Shouldn't you rather show your gratitude and apology? I did this for you to deal with the sinners. "

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!

The teeth are so shattered that they can be eaten. Drop his fist as he strokes the bloody floor. No one can be the Knights' Wall anymore. It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault. I'm the only one who's supposed to die.

I heard a slight leak of the knight's voice. Your chewy, agonizing voice is trembling. "Are you a sinner?" "If I could have mourned you in the middle of last night," "I told you not to enter the room," "I insulted the Commander and Vice Commander of the Knights," and hate leaked out from the gap between your teeth. Many grains of tears have fallen on the ground.

With just those words... they'll save us a little. It seems that the people who cried for us tried to mourn us even after they died. At the very least, I'm glad you didn't try to defy her. We don't want another knight to die.

If I were you, I wouldn't be able to keep silent if someone in the ranks of the Knights Commander or the Deputy Commander were to do this. That's why she jumped on that woman without even bringing a revolution to the column. Even now, if this body can reach me, I want to kill it.

At least I'm glad you're exposed like this. If it were true, Column shouldn't have died like this. I was enough.

And I wonder if you're all on the side of the traitors. Ahahhh, no, the proud Knights are all rebels. "

I don't know what I'm in trouble for.

Yeah, that's how he died. That's how he was killed. Column stepped forward to protect me. After all, I died in vain.... oh, well then.

What am I doing here?

─Oops.

I pulled it out of my throat, and even if I pressed it with my hand, it was in vain and there was fresh blood overflowing from the gap between my fingers. I knew it before I saw it as a terrible amount.

Perhaps because I didn't have enough blood, a huge pain ran like a bell ringing in my head. The twitching and vibration rattles to your fingertips as your brain rattles. I can't breathe.

I could see that only my eyes were facing the other side of the glass, and it was almost sinking.

What's the matter? I don't know why I'm necked right now. My neck should be cut... I think it should be cut. It's just a few more claw marks.

We should have seen the knights and seen them. I didn't think about being on the rest of the team, and I didn't think about being on the rest of the team.

The column was correct. If I hadn't said something extra, I'd still be able to protect those verbal ones from the column. Unlike me, who took my deputy and couldn't support the column or protect my men.

"You see? The Knights who killed your position are ashamed?" Throw a stone at me. If you want to protect the criminals who have fallen into the shadows of your country, will you be guilty as well? "

The knights' hands trembled, and I could see it in the distant clear sky. Oh, shit. I didn't want to die this way.

No one even tries to pick up a stone. I know very well that there are people who can scratch the ground, but they can't do that. No one has gone so far as to obey a wicked order.

Some of them clenched their fists as their fingers approached the sword on their waist.... no, that's all.

With a hardened mouth that was tied to a cannibal, she couldn't even speak and cried out in her head.

Ahhhhh, yes, I know, I just didn't realise why I wasn't looking at her when I was defying her, and it wasn't just my problem at the time.

Column was right. I moved alone, and I was captured and killed by the Knight Commander's column. Not only that, but even the corpse is exposed, and the Knights are forced to take responsibility. Really, Column and I were dead for nothing. Everything I wanted to protect is being trampled underfoot.

With words of reproach, he invites the knight to play dirty without any more pride. I know they can't throw stones, and I'm waiting for a reason to crush the Knights. How many columns did the knights endure by eating and tying their teeth like this? I smashed them up and let them die to the column they had endured more than anyone else. The knights are dying again and trying to make the same fool of me.

A knight slashes, a stone is thrown, and a woman has fun.

Knock, knock, knock.

Suddenly, a stiff sound resounded briefly.

Besides, I wasn't the only one who could hear the knights breathing. A dazzling line of sight opens up a little. Definitely, I could see it in the clear sky.

The stone flew.

The stone that fits in my palm flies straight to our exposed neck. On the evidence I took, the stone hit me on the forehead without coming off. The bleeding stopped and nothing came out of the stone-cut forehead. Right now, there's a lot more blood in my neck.

None of the knights missed it. The one with the face up keeps an eye on him, and the one with the face down notices that my wounds have increased as soon as he raises his face. Unlike in the past, if you're not in the back row because of the small number of knights, you can see everyone. Backwards, the voice of "deputy commander" and "who" spread to the face of the deputy leader. Everyone looks back at the direction the stone was flying, looking at the unbelievable.

The recruits were deployed to the perimeter security, and it was too late.

This voice, this voice.

I could tell by that voice before I could see it beyond the glass. Always looking back, they clear the way in the density. The one who walked straight through the middle... was wearing a troupe outfit stained with blood.

It's a column. A garment that was almost glistened with dry blood and turned red rusty was worn by the column when it was killed. The man who dared to wear it without a new grant or a substitute for a column seemed to smell the blood even through the glass.

The purple eyes that look up in the direction of the woman are more confusing than any other knight.

Harrison, that's what some of the other knights called him. Wearing only the bloody regimental clothes of the column, he walks up to the stone in one hand. I feel uncomfortable with the short black hair swaying in the wind. His hair, right now... why do you think it's weird? Why do you think Harrison has long hair?

I don't know. I think I'm losing my mind. He used to, and still does, keep his hair pretty short.

I put my hand on the glass with my fist and looked at Harrison. With everyone's attention, he grabs the stone in his hand and throws it in the air once as if to show off. Show that it was you who threw it earlier....... Oh, this guy threw it at me.

As you ordered, I was told that I would be the head of the Knights Regiment. "My will is the will of the Knights."

Rather, Harrison throws another stone.

It hit the head of the column straight away this time. I hit the top of my head, which was wet with blood, and there was a hard sound. At that moment, some of the knights tried to hit him with "Oh my God," but the other knights held him down. Yes, Harrison is right now.

Two stones were thrown without hesitation, and now the Knights had no choice but to throw them all. The Knights, who we crushed for our own sake, took care of the stones that all the Knights couldn't throw at us. The truth is, I don't think this time is over until all of these guys throw rocks.

I can be thrown. Even if I put down the column, I crushed the column and the Knights because of me, so it was okay for the Knights to blame all of them. I should have been blamed. It's my fault for calling out a crazy plan.

"Sounds good," the woman's voice came again. Even though I can't see my face, a smile like vomiting comes to my mind....... Face? Who is it? Whose face is it? I can't remember. I refuse to let that face come to my mind. But...... Oh, shit.

That's good.

I'm so glad. I squeezed my breath out to the bottom of my lungs the moment I thought so.

The fist attached to the glass slowly slid down from body to body. I can't even stand on my knees, and I'm sticking my butt to the floor. I can't even look directly at the surface of the glass anymore.

I realized once again that the Knights were about to be crushed. If no one threw a stone at her like that, she could really play and crush the Knights, or they could all be traitors. If everyone had been forced to throw stones...... maybe the last pillar of the knight's pride would have been broken. No, many of them are already dead because of the column.

There's no way a knight can throw a stone at a neck exposed to those who hated the column until the end.

I can't stand the Knights being crushed because of me. It's a nightmare that the Knights, who I've longed for since I was a kid, will be crushed by my foolishness.

I now know that Harrison has let us all go, even though there are no recruits.

Yes, thank goodness. Neither I nor Column died doing nothing, and the Knight Clark Commander entrusted me with the task of seeing him in such a sight. He's the only one... I want him here without giving up hope of being a knight.

He abandoned his father to death by the Knights, and still chose a knight. I hope that the man who gave up his father's talent will one day rebuild the Knights on our behalf. That was the wish of all the knights who looked after the Commander of the Knights of Clark.

Even Column didn't have to die for me. There weren't many people who would be so sad if Column were alive. At that time, I invited...... Column.

I didn't have the courage to stand alone. No, I wanted to kill one of them. Still, I thought he'd stand up with the knights. I pressed it on my own.

The Knight sees the Recruits die every day, every day, every mission.

Even though I was supposed to protect my country, there were more and more people who had the head to kill people, and there were people who cried that it was a battle for what, and the recruits were hoping that this was the proud Knights of my country.

Even so, I fought with you to protect my people and not let my people die, and I risked my life... and died.

I'm getting used to my people dying. With every mission, it was only natural to wonder how many people would survive today. When I joined the army, it seemed like all the shine was a convenient dream. Even if I told you about the Knights back then, you wouldn't believe me.

There was a day when the knights spent every day exercising with pride, laughing at each other full of accomplishment when they finished their missions, and were stretched out in their hearts that each mission was definitely for the benefit of the people. There were days when the knights would not die, and there were days when everyone under the castle turned to respect and expectation just by walking in these regimental clothes. Every night at the Knights' Practice Grounds, the knights swallowed each other up.

Some people can't even get into training right now.

Instead of laughing at night, many people drowned in alcohol so that they would not suffer from nightmares. Column was also busy with the Knight Commander's work, and I couldn't go around with the Knights much more than with the recruits, so I couldn't even speak out. No matter how much alcohol I drink around, I can't be proud of the Knights anymore, and I can't stand the pain of not being a Knight myself. I don't even know if I'm a knight for the people, or if I'm a knight for myself.

I didn't want to be a knight in the future, either.

Bumpy. I thought maybe it was because of the pain in my chest that I fell from scratch, and I cried.

If I hold down the overflowing tip, there will be a lot of blood from the place where I scratched it with my nails. I spit it out of my mouth just now, and I don't think it's crazy to be dead anymore. Instead, I'm already dead.

Oh no, I don't know why or what I was thinking. It looks like it's so painful, you can't even breathe. It's overflowing with blood, even though it feels so bad for the knights and for Harrison.

Knock your fists off the floor and drop your forehead. I was just stoned by Harrison. I'm sure the knights they threw at me were a hundred times more painful....... It's already too hard. I don't even know where to put my emotions.

When I realized it, I pulled out my sword at my waist. I put the blade on my neck and my head shouts the same thing. That's right, I know it's [correct]. I don't know if you should hate me anymore, or if you should hate that woman, or if you should repent to Column, or if you should repent to the Knights, or if you should repent to me for becoming a Knight.

"... leaving Captain Column..."... even though it was supposed to be harder than being slaughtered...... "

─Sigh.... it was hard.

"Huh......?"

My heart pulsed rapidly and heavily.

His brain shook, and a sword that had touched even one skin on his neck made a sound and fell to the floor.

Your bitter breasts are suddenly raising their voices. Your filled head is clearing up all at once....... oh, what was I trying to do?

Along with the heart, it burned to the depths of my eyes, and somehow I wiped it with my hands from my chin, and it was sticky and wet. I wonder why I am so sad because there is so much tears overflowing that I can laugh at myself.

Your head feels dazzled by the feeling of being capped up. I don't want to stop this tear now. Unbelievably, the sensation of things washing away is strangely pleasant.

I'm glad you touched─ this wound.

Something without a shape overlaps tightly and falls to the ground.

As if I had been diving all this time, my breathing came through and I exhaled. When I wiped my face with my hands, the blood stains stretched. I didn't think my eyes were bleeding, but I noticed that the blood was diluted with water rather than fresh blood, and there was blood in front of it.

Especially if the chest was disgusting and I checked with my hands, there was blood overflowing from my neck. I tried scratching my nail so deeply, but the scratch was not very deep and it didn't hurt when I touched it.

The amount of blood scattered on the floor made me cry for a moment.

What is this amount? If you throw up this much already, you'll be dead.

I feel like I've spit blood on my neck, but I can't remember anything else. I think the inside of my head was messed up and I think it was quite confusing.

Now, it's refreshing, and I don't know if I can recall what I was doing. Besides, when I saw the sword that fell on the floor, I was really shocked for a moment. Just now, this sword hit your neck, didn't it?

"Do it... is it a special ability...?"

You may not expect an answer, but you still speak up.

Every time a piece of what I was thinking about just now gets caught in my head, I can see that the whole body's blood is drawn. Just a little bit more, I think it was really bad, and I raised my face and looked across the glass.

"Why did I think this sight was real...?"

"No, no, no, no, no." Reassure yourself with your own voice.

I didn't know the knights I'd known before, but Harrison was a knight with short hair and a knight captain. The only realistic thing is that Harrison could really throw a stone at us for the Knights.

Disgustingly, I was convinced of everything behind the glass and assumed it. When I was right, I was immersed in the feeling of sinking without any conditions.

Gong Gong lightly slaps the glass again with the back of his stretched hand. I think it's similar to the Communicator's Special Ability, but it's different.

It was awesome, and I thought, "Ahh..." I was able to stand up as hard as I could on my knees. My knees were crushed and I noticed it now.

There were knights all over the glass, and now everyone was kneeling to mimic Harrison. Ahahahaha, I can hear you laughing.

I think Harrison might be an interesting future for a Knight Commander, but most of all, I was exposed to a column of skewers around my neck. Seeing that, crying, getting angry, and still enduring the sight of the knights, no matter how many times you look at them,─

Breast shit!

Doggone...

I slammed my fist into the glass to clear my anger.

I can see that my eyes, which are still smiling, are definitely not laughing. I spat the blood in my mouth on the floor and threw it away.

There was a crack in the glass that didn't scare me no matter how many times I hit it at first. In response to an unexpected handshake, I kicked the second round but this time it didn't sound. I don't think it's that convenient.

"Split up. This is the future."

I don't need it. I repeat it in my head.

His voice became so flat and cold that he could tell for himself. My stomach gurgled, and if I kicked another one in the air, it would bark again. Rather than my legs, the glass runs through the cracks like a cobweb.

I don't think I was twitching in the corner of my head, but it doesn't matter anymore. I can't help but break this stupid glass.

Whether this is a dream in front of you, a reality, or a special ability, I absolutely won't admit it. It's so easy to die... and leave me alone.

I'm going to kick it anyway, with or without a crack. With your fists, your elbows, your feet, your knees and your head.

The pain that was only tough on her throat was relieved. For now, I'm pretty sure this vitreous thing isn't real. Rather, I'll decide not to make it a reality. That's right.

"If I and Column die, I'll make them cry."

Bakkin and the strongest sound I've ever heard came from the glass.

I think he's reacting more to his voice than to my kicking. I pulled my leg from the last forekick and gently stroked the glass with my palm. A number of cobwebs were stretched out to reveal the vitreous surface that had become wobbly and the opaque part that had become opaque due to the white crack.

I'll try it with my palm on! I tried to raise my voice, but it didn't change. I pressed the palms of my hands and put enough force into the ordinary glass to break it.

I put on my forehead, and only Harrison stared at the tip of the glass that didn't even have a hole in it, whether it was a kick or a fist. Instead, the knights were on their knees as if their threads had been cut, and more than twice as many were crushed and pulled.

He's crying in front of our dead bodies. I feel like I've been saved somewhere before, and now I'm just frustrated. Either way, this isn't the Knights I know. Best of all, I don't have a neck.

"He's waiting for you."

Me, the Column, the Knights.

The glass screamed. It echoes and cracks are chained from the inside of the glass. It spreads all the way to the center of my palm.

I don't think it's strange now, but I think my voice and hands will reach beyond the glass in a few moments. If it was a phantom, I wanted to get rid of it, and I wanted to tell the others. Either way, I decided not to make this a reality.

There's no way she could rely on such a weakened and proud Knights. The one person who could go to the bottom of hell by himself was finally able to rely on us.

If I were to die, I'd be scared to lose Column again. For now, I just want to be by your side as a matter of course.

The more you think about it, the harder it is to breathe again. Look at that. It's not creepy. My teeth are itchy, itchy, and my heart beats loudly. I ate and tied my back teeth and chewed them into my mouth. I can't bear to think that something happened to him while I was doing this.

I made a fist with the palms of my hands and waved it up.

"Let me see Pride-sama."

Shake it down with impulse and knock it down. At that moment, the glass burst.

Baliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii A lump of glass flew towards my face in front of me, but I didn't intend to strangely avoid it. I knew I didn't have to avoid it.

There's nothing more on the edge of the glass. Harrison had no knights, no heads. It was only the same black as the surrounding area. All the bursting glass glowed like reflections, but disappeared into the sand without showing anything.... maybe the view is the same. I know why.

No more. He disappeared, he chose. Along with that conviction, my consciousness became distant as if I were sleeping. The feeling of being filled somewhere was close to death, but I think there was more light in the middle of the black.

In my consciousness, which was fading away and melting away, I couldn't help but want to meet that person so much that my chest could be tightened.

……

…

"Alan, don't stretch your legs during the Kingsguard mission."

Sure, I'll lid your fully opened mouth with one hand and return it.

I accidentally developed a stretch that made me feel good, so I overflowed. When I looked sideways, my eyebrows were raised to scold the column.

Pride-sama asked, "Are you lacking sleep?" and twisted his neck. Even if you fall asleep, you sleep less every day, and I don't know exactly how much sleep you fall asleep now. I don't think it's enough to stay up all night.

When I thought about it, Column pissed me off saying, "Get more sleep." No, I don't even have enough time for drinking parties and training.

Especially lately, I haven't been able to do any exercises at school with King Cedric's brother.

That's why it wasn't enough to make a match with the columns, run in, train, or stay up all night. And yet, when I think of the reason why I'm so sleepy, I think it's because of that dream.

I gently apologized to Pride who looked back with a little concern, and then I glanced at the column. When I went to Wangji from the morning in Konju together, I was told that I was "not sleeping well", but I couldn't say that content to the extent that "I may have had bad dreams".

My dream is that Column and I will be executed and our necks will be strangled.

When I woke up, I sighed heavily first. Perhaps it was a terrible dream, but when I opened my eyes in bed, I remembered the feeling of relief.

I don't remember it as well as I did then, but I think the Knights cried a lot when we died.

I don't know if it was a self-congratulation or just a dream close to reality. Well, I feel like you're going to cry, and I don't feel like I'm going to break even if I die. But if you think that Column is definitely going to cry when he dies, then it's more realistic.

I'm a knight, and it's not the first time my people have died, so I'm prepared. Still... I don't want to die that way. If I die anyway, I want to die for Pride, the people, and my people. I definitely didn't do anything nasty like that.

Thinking about it, I think that the column on my neck at that time was also involved in my mess. Well, there's no rationale for dreaming.

I stroked my neck with a bitter smile as I remembered my vague dreams. I did this to remember this morning, so I was worried about whether my men had hurt their necks. I can't tell you if my neck is stuck or anything.

"Um, maybe I hurt my neck..." Captain Alan, if you feel unwell, don't hesitate to say so. "

...... I was worried from the side of my mind.

Pride-sama looked back at me from the sofa and his eyebrows dropped worryingly. After putting down his hand to stroke his neck in a hurry, he quickly denies saying, "No, not at all." I can't tell my men, but I can't tell Pride any more.

He laughed and said, "I'm just a little asleep." As a knight, I was accustomed to sleeplessness, and even though I said I had no problems, Pride only tilted his neck a little bit. There was still a slightly worried expression on his face.... that's right, did Pride come out in his dreams??

Hmm, I'm turning my head, but I still can't remember.

The content of my dreams is fading, and I think about Pride's face every day, so I don't know if my dream memories are real memories. I don't dare to say it's not a dream, but I only remember that I wanted to see Pride-sama as soon as I woke up. Well, I had a bad dream, so it was normal to think that I wanted to see Pride-sama's face again.

I'm really glad I was on a Konoe mission this morning. When I first met Pride today, my face was inadvertently burned more than usual.

It's almost time for Konoe to take turns, so please take a good rest when you have time to rest.

"Oh! Thank you. But I'm fine. If you move your body, you'll wake up, too."

"Sleep quietly there."

If you scratch your head back at the words that Pride-sama cares about, you'll get angry at Column.

It's true that rest time is early today after this, but I don't think it's a good idea to just use it for sleeping. I want to move my body even more on a day when I don't have a school visit from Pride. After noon, there's always plenty of time, so why don't we invite the rest of the team to join us? I could train alone tonight.

When I thought about it from the side I was told, I heard a con and a doorbell. Looking back, before Jack, a guardsman, opened it, Arthur said, “I'm here to switch guards.”

After Pride-sama's reply, Arthur and the others opened the door and entered the room. Arthur lowered his head and gently raised his hand next to us, saying, "Thank you for your tiredness." "Welcome," Pride said, laughing at the two of them as she looked back at her body from the chair.

"Good afternoon." Arthur, Deputy Captain Harrison. "

Thank you very much. And this time, both of them bowed their heads.

Eric is off duty today, so Harrison is in the Guard instead. I laughed at Harrison, who still had no love for Pride, and Arthur, who seemed to have more strength on his shoulders than usual.

It was Arthur who recommended Harrison to the guards, but I don't think Arthur and Eric are used to it yet. Even so, compared to the past, Harrison also became rounded thanks to the deputy commander.

Then we'll do it. Say hello to Pride alongside the column. "Please take a good rest." You can stare up at me with the same words as if you were pressing them again. I'm sorry that I made you worry, but what you tell me is that you scratch my cheek.

You might ask me tomorrow, and I'll reconsider if I can't get a nap for about fifteen minutes. Arthur and Harrison finally handed it over easily while returning the words of understanding. Today, there are very few things in common, and it was very short.

"Don't ask for more, Arthur. And Harrison."

My will is the will of the Knights

"Thank you."

Tickle. Almost at the same time as my forehead suddenly hurts, I slapped Harrison on the shoulder.

Right after you did it, huh? I think so. Arthur's eyes were round, and Harrison's eyebrows were slightly raised. I don't usually slap Harrison on the shoulder like this. Besides, now I've got it wrong.

In the eyes of the two of them, I honestly twisted my neck. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

What? I thought it might be a headache, but it's a little different. I think Harrison did something to me.

And I said to Arthur, "What's going on?" Do you have a headache? "" I was worried.

"... hey, did Harrison do anything just now?"

I don't know.

I apologize to Harrison, who denies it in a nutshell, for my inexplicable suspicion.

If you think about it, Harrison won't be able to do this. I don't know why I thought it was Harrison. You thought I was attacked because I touched my shoulder cheaply.

I looked around the floor lightly, wondering if the stone might have fallen to the plain forehead, but of course it wasn't. It is better to have such a thing in the princess's room.

I twisted my neck twice, laughed at Pride before I could talk any stranger, and left the room this time.

"Sleep for 30 minutes."

"It's not like I'm sleepy, though."

Are you going to nap for twenty minutes? And, walking down the hallway, I had no choice.

I still feel discomfort on my forehead, and I press my fingers around my stomach. Rather, I can put so much effort into it that my forehead is about to turn red. Before that, I was a little dreamy and dazed, but when I saw Harrison's face, it was sudden. I didn't think I'd ever get to Harrison in my dreams.

Even if I try to remember, I can hardly remember my dreams anymore. Me and Column are hanging around my neck, and I think it was the Knights' Practice Ground....... I don't think it was Harrison or something that exposed our necks. I think it's sneaky. He can be the worst in both dreams and reality.

I can't recall the memories of my fading blurry dreams even if I try to squeeze them out.

I don't know why Column and I were exposed. I seriously did something to you. Absolutely got the column caught up in it.

Alan, Alan, if you think about it, you'll be summoned to the next column. I held my forehead with my finger all the time, and I was angry, "Don't walk with the King's face like that." Sure enough, if the Kingsguard held his eyebrows close and walked, it would seem strange.

I had no choice but to put my hands down and walk. The tingling pain on the forehead hasn't disappeared yet, but I can't get in touch with it and I will put up with it now.

"Alan.... whether it's a dream or a concern, I'll ask."

She's waiting for you.

"...... nnh... no, seriously, it's okay." I can hardly remember it anymore. "

I think I remembered quite a bit this morning. And, I'll return it to the column that makes eye contact with me with a slightly serious face.

I can't remember who said what I said to someone in my dream for a moment now. If I can at least remember who that person is, I can get a hit.

I don't even know who [that person] is waiting for.

But even though the color of my voice was somehow quiet, I could see that my anger was mixed. It's like scolding me for making me wait all the time....... what kind of dream did you really have? If you saw Harrison hooked up, you thought I was late for a beating.

“I wish,” Column exhaled.

Keep an eye on me, and if you look closely, you'll see my forehead turn red instead of my eyes. Really, this one is a good caretaker. Not only juniors and subordinates, but also me....... but I wonder why.

I'm so glad you're listening to me now.

"... well, you can go out with me again tonight." Arthur may have invited you again. "

"Very well, but only if you take half an hour's nap." Tonight, I want you to go to sleep before the day goes by. "

Okay, okay. Leaving the palace while returning the usual.

When I got home, I thought I'd go to bed, and the big stretch came out again. I turned my hand behind my head, opened my mouth to the expanse of the sky, and proceeded angrily by the column saying, "I'm still the king."

I can hardly remember the outline of my dreams anymore, and I don't know what it was, but I still feel like it wasn't such a bad dream. If you dare to say it, I think it would be nice if the "that person" of someone I remembered earlier was a pride.

Of course, I'm the one you're waiting for.