26 Episode 26: The Strong (Sidefine)
“Really, it was great.
When I thought I was blinded by the quickness of the kick to His Excellency, my vision was rough, and the next thing I knew, pain. Even Reese wouldn’t be able to strike so vividly.
It was wonderful and beautiful…………. ”
It’s not my fault, he didn’t.
I quit in front of the general, went through a wide, nearly lost royal palace when I did it, without falling or doing anything sobering (before that I kicked and hit the general and the knight apprentice a little bit, but because it was inside me and nobody saw it, so I got in the carriage, and I took a breath of relief, at that moment.
Senior Bal began to praise my fist earlier.
“Well, thank you.”
Even if they say she’s more amazing than the sister I admire, but in a fight, it’s just sad.
Returning me unwillingly, Senior Bal continues to buckle my strength in rap, staring at me with a hot gaze as if I were going to burn him.
I wonder if that, after all, Leifenstahl is the judgment standard, strong = great.
Speaking of which, your sister used to say that all of our clans are like muscles up to their brains…
And gods, I just started saying, “Mazo? ‘” Is it a mazo?’ That’s blurry. No. I’m sure you’ll appreciate it for strength or respect it as a warrior. That’s not such a mistake. Probably. No, either way. Although I’m not happy and I don’t have the courage to confirm.
“No, already, Finne is really amazing. Cute first. And so cute, but so strong. I fell back in love.
I love you, Finne. ”
Apparently he landed somewhere hectic while listening, Senior Bal took my right hand, which hit him earlier, and kissed that back, just gently touching it.
I’m not so happy “I love you” but you have it in the world……
I could only care less about being kissed on the back of my hand by my lover or something that would really be an occasional occasion.
Nevertheless, when they say that much, it is very awkward for me to remain ambiguous about my position.
“I’m sorry I can’t even say” I love you too “yet…”
Senior Bal shook his head loosely as I bowed my head.
“If they don’t hate me, that’s fine with me.
Why don’t we just start from the point of stopping saluting………?
“No, Senior Bal is a senior…… Look, even your sister and your Highness are fiancées, but aren’t you respectful?”
At least I want to stay this distance while I go to school. Is selfishness too much?
Senior Bal who wants to pack the distance and me on the run. How many times have we had this exchange since we started socializing?
“There’s a part there that I can’t help but say from an identity and a standpoint, but we’re better off as Fine, the daughter of the main house, and more importantly, because earlier, my lord and I lost like no other…”
After all, is it strong = great, Liefenstal? Wildlife?
But strong, even if they say…
“Actually, honestly, I’m not very happy that I’m strong.”
As I frankly put it, Senior Bal curiously snapped his neck.
“Because if I didn’t win, I’d be dead. So I got stronger. That’s all.
Aiming for heights, that kind of cool reason, and goals like this, I don’t have.
They think it’s a blind eye, they’re about to get rid of it, literally desperately, unnecessarily, spitting blood, and when they realized it, they weren’t proud of the strength they had. ”
So when I mocked myself, Senior Bal looked difficult. Something seems to be on my mind.
By and large, my temper, honestly, is not beautiful.
Unintentional strikes are fundamental. Magically strengthen your body and aim for the steeple. I don’t use blades because I just don’t know how to use them.
Crude fighting kills, like city roaming or wildlife. That is my way of fighting.
While I’m fighting, I feel so good that my head turns bright white, but that’s why I’m saddened that, as an aristocratic warrant lady, I can never be [real] like your sister.
“…… Okay.
I’ll be strong enough that Finne doesn’t have to sift that fist. ”
What sank into my ear was his words that were so powerful.
“I’ll be stronger than Fine. You’re going to be strong enough to say you’re not that big of a deal.”
Someone stronger than me, overwhelmingly. Someone who will never die. The unbeatable.
God (…) to (…) also (…) kill (…) Ru (…) Gu (…) et al. (…) to (…), strong man. If that’s the case.
It turns out what I was looking for will be embodied by Senior Bal’s words.
Oh, that’s right.
I prefer a strong man, if I love him.
So I’m sad that I’m strong. I’m sad that no one seems overwhelmingly absolutely stronger than me.
“If I can be much stronger than you, then, when…, I want you to marry me”
That’s what Senior Bal said, staring straight at me when I was flabbergasted by the part that I didn’t even realize.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s not as Liefenstal. You abandon the house and become an adventurer, because that would be a mix-up.
I just want you to acknowledge me as the only one standing next to you. ”
So Senior Bal kissed my palm this time.
His hand, which holds my hand, is a sword, Dako, rough, big hand. Warm hands. Strong hands.
I wanted to believe that hand, I just, for once, nodded slowly.
――――
“Fine, you said you called him your father about Bruno?
When I was completely exhausted with the Royal Palace and Senior Bal, I slept on my own couch and got confused, and my mom broke into my room without even knocking and said so in a slight fashion.
I think it would be a real shame if my mom, who has been given a beautiful dress since she came to this house, had this look on her face, even though she is a fine lady as long as she wears a cat.
“Uh…, sorry. I should have told my mom.
Well, my father is my dad, but… ”
Mommy smiled softly, with a proper index finger on my lips as she hurried up and tried to make excuses.
“It’s okay. I know.
No matter what Fine admires about Bruno or my father, neither my mom nor dad would be angry about that, and my dad is my dad, right?
Yes, I respect the Marquis (Bruno) as my adoptive father, and I wanted to call him your father one day. As a result, God put it on me and I accidentally said it, but I thought that one day, if that’s what I’m prepared to inherit this house from.
But that happened inadvertently because of God’s intervention, even though I felt like an act of betraying my mom and dad, and I was hesitant to talk to anyone.
“… yeah. My dad’s presence, which my mom used to make me cursory every day, is also an important family to me.
But the Marquis, who is his brother, is kind, and he thinks that his father is like this… and that both of them are important to each of us. ”
My mom smiled at me with a nod.
“That’s fine. Keep calling him” Father, “not” Marquis. ”
When I exhaled into the words my mom said to me with a smile on my face, my mom opened her mouth with another nasty smile.
“Bruno, you’re such a mess, and I’m even getting a damage report that his Excellency the General, full of motivation because of his cute daughter’s snare, is working himself and his men back up so hard quickly.”
In the words added, I wonder where the hell the report came from.
My mother seems to be making full use of the former fairy princess mask to revive interactions around the royal palace, but do knights have friends? Or is this calligraphy fairy princess, and is she also a fairy friend?
“… maybe I’m working back on it for another reason. No, either way, it’s my fault.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry if it was because of my blow to your father. With that in mind, when I blurted out, my mom wore a small neck.
“?… Well, anyway, if Leezelotte can protect you, why not?
That’s right. Good luck, knights.
“Be ready. The measures are just about too much!
You can use everything you can, because it’s an emergency. ”
I nodded remembering my mom’s deep agreement, and I remembered, no, speaking of which, it wasn’t perfect yet, fu.
“Mmm, God says, I would really like to use Dr. Leon if I could, but Dr. Leon is difficult (…) and (…) yes (…) because…”
I don’t have the impression that I’m that strong, just a teacher, Dr. Leon.
Classes are polite and easy to understand, but even if I try to ask questions after school, I get away with it, Dr. Leon.
It’s hard to read emotions, Dr. Leon, because you’re smiling all the time but it’s the thread.
Until what was difficult, the gods didn’t tell me. When I gave the person’s name, my mom snapped her neck again.
“What’s Leon……, Leon Shagh?
Oh, yeah, yeah. That was such a full name. However, even if you call me Dr. Shahe, it will be ignored.
When I nodded yeah and nagging, my mom straightened her neck back and opened her mouth.
“Heh, that kid, he’s doing it right now, Doctor -”
I hit my doubts with my mom’s words like I was impressed.
“Shirai?”
Speaking of which, Dr. Leon is 24. Eight, even 16 years before my mom disappeared from King’s Capital. Wonder if I know you……, no, my mom should have been 17 at the time. How do you know him?
“Yeah, look, my mom was still this, because she was a fairy princess!
But my mom answered with a grand, unbroken chest.
Fairy Princess, does that mean social relations? Was he a friend of his mother or something?
“……… If it’s just the way you look, you’re still a fairy princess.”
When she said that to the person of unknown age while my mother, her mom gave her a surprised look for only a moment and then smiled like a flutter and a girl.
That figure, really, is not uncomfortable calling me a fairy princess.
No, dresses, makeup and mom’s cat wear are amazing……
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