Troubles of Love-3
This is not prayer.
It is neither a goal nor a revenge.
more self-righteous and selfish
Yet it is worthless
It’s just a promise.
When the oath weakens, I reflect on the beginning again.
The moment I found ‘life’ in ‘survival’.
And the end that lost everyone.
If you repeat that, you will gain strength in your empty hands.
A weak hand that couldn’t hold or protect anything is gaining strength.
***
“…really?”
“…Is that such a shock? When I was young, I had a light first love.”
Of course, Leo’s own first love was also on the most vague boundary there. I couldn’t even tell if it was love or longing.
＜From where we met first…＞
When he was bitten by a question he hadn’t thought of, Rios hurriedly pulled out a Plan A-2.
“…if it’s not rude, may I ask where you met?”
“…uh…that’s…”
Leo expressed his displeasure and felt a wave of difficult emotions. Even so, it is a causal relationship to explain, and the gap with regression will be serious. However, it would be awkward to say that it is difficult to talk about it now, so I needed a compromise of my own.
“…I just can’t tell you.”
＜…Chris-sama’s first love story…＞
What Rios and Chris thought of was an exchange-type conversation. It was a kind of tactic to increase the credibility of the conversation by sharing the story of each other’s first love.
“There will be some adaptations, is that ok?”
But what Leonardo was looking at was in a slightly different place.
“It’s an adaptation… is it…?”
“I’m saying it as it is, because it’s a little bit like me and that friend’s personal life.”
quack
Aria’s hand is clenched through the door with a harsh sound and force. If it hadn’t been for hiding with a high level of spirit and divine magic, it was probably a life that everyone in the other side of the room would recognize.
“…I think it will be fine.”
“Then I will tell you. There are a lot of adaptations to the end, so don’t take it too seriously.”
Apart from Leo and his words, neither the person directly listening, the eavesdroppers, nor the eavesdroppers were listening lightly.
“…uh… where should I start with this…”
Since it is only necessary to form a light consensus, I thought it would be better to start and talk about the process a little bit.
It wasn’t a very deep and romantic story anyway, so there was nothing to drag on.
“So, I met him when I was still a mercenary.”
“…Are you a mercenary colleague?”
“Comrade… yes. I guess so.”
In retrospect, the content, the reality, and the starting point were the same. The only difference was whether it was the middle of the mercenary life or the end of the mercenary life.
‘…that expression, it’s definitely not a false feeling.’
It was difficult for Chris to easily find a lie in Leo’s words because he said that it was an adaptation, and the emotions contained therein were sincere.
＜Listen now!＞
Although it was a wise instruction, Chris was deeply offended by Rios’s over-excited voice. Come to think of it, Rios was a bad romanticist who couldn’t use his words in this first love story.
“When I was working as a mercenary, we met on the way and started fighting. I had a fight.”
If it was a quarrel, it was a quarrel. After all, he was also responsible for hanging people’s heads from a tree without any explanation before and after, and beating a bad guard and hanging it like a scarecrow.
“It must have been a memorable first meeting.”
“Is there enough left? It was just etched into my memory.”
Whoops… Whoops…
Leonardo’s expression, sharing his vision through the spirit, was truly a sad face that fell into memories.
He had never seen such a face often, even to himself, so Ariasviel continued to grind his teeth out of jealousy.
it is yearly That year was a clear affair.
“Then you win the fight, Leo, and then your teammates…”
“Is it possible?”
When Chris took for granted that Leo had won, Leonardo immediately pointed out and corrected her premise.
“I lost. I lost completely.”
“…were you defeated? you?”
＜…that’s ridiculous. Really…?＞
‘…Leo…?’
When he heard the confirmation, everyone who heard it, or who had overheard it, was astonished. It was because it was the first time he had seen Leonardo who used the expression “defeat” so naturally.
“I’m a human too, so it’s natural to lose. Even when I was young.”
“…ah, was the other person older?”
It was Chris who thought that Leo would not be able to help because of the difference in weight if he was an older opponent. It was a good guess, but the other party was a girl who broke common sense and standards as if breathing.
“no. I was the same age. So it was even more shocking. It was my first time. That’s how perfect it is.”
“…that…is it? She must have been a great girl.”
“Yes. He was a great guy. That guy.”
He was so great, and he was such a brilliant guy.
I can’t wait to see it, so I want to keep watching.
Upon hearing that explanation, Arya felt in real time that her position as a childhood friend was threatened.
Dangerous.
There was also another advantage that he did not have.
＜It’s the first time you’ve beaten yourself… It’s a story that often appears in Soon-ae’s novels. This is sure to be engraved in my memory.＞
Rios was talking about something unprofessional, but Chris had no choice but to agree with that.
If he was of the same age and of the opposite s*x who defeated him so overwhelmingly, he couldn’t be bothered.
“After that, it seems like they became colleagues and worked together.”
“no. He accidentally put a knife in my chest, and I was in therapy for a few weeks.”
“…a sword in the chest…?”
“I was very angry with the therapist I knew later. If it had been pierced by 1mm more, the heart would have been injured and died from excessive bleeding.”
Conversely, it was the first time that I had heard that it was fortunate that I was given such ignorant first aid. But likewise, there is a risk of shock death, so I was warned not to do that crazy thing again.
“…uh…that’s a far cry from what I expected.”
“So, there are things that I remember.”
Arya heard the story and promised Lumine to see if she could get rid of all the scars on Leo by asking Lumine as a warrior.
He couldn’t tolerate Leo as much as he looked at the scar near his heart and made a faint expression on his face.
“So I thought I wouldn’t see it in the end, but after a month had passed, I started seeing it again.”
＜Ask where you saw it. It’s the location that matters.＞
Rios’ love circuit was running until it became overloaded. This was obviously similar to the development of eating bread and going to the academy, bumping into each other, and then going to the classroom and meeting as transfer students.
“Where did you see…”
“It sounds strange to some, but the second place we met was the Warlock’s residence.”
＜…Huh?＞
“…Well?”
‘…?’
It was surprising that the Warlock’s residence was the second meeting place, but the story that followed was even more surprising. As if it was not a coincidence, but a fate, it was dramatic, splendid, and even reversal.
“In the end, an acquaintance of that guy showed up and saved me, and we were able to safely escape from the house.”
“…Hmm… That acquaintance must be a very talented person. As a mercenary, he must have a nickname.”
If you look at it, it was his story in the circumstances, but Chris was still pretending to be himself even though he didn’t know him. It was obviously instinctive narcissism, Leonardo judged.
“So, after that?”
At one point, Chris was immersed in the story, forgetting the superficial topic of his dating counseling. Even after hearing that it was an adaptation, everyone was paying attention to the story except for Ariaspil, who was sharply sharpening his life out of jealousy because of the high level of immersion.
“I ended up joining that acquaintance and the large mercenary that he belonged to.”
“…the mercenaries…”
“After that, I was busy getting used to it. There… I was able to forget my deceased parents for a while.”
Leonardo recalled.
When I really met Reinhardt for the first time.
As a servant, he was also bullied and despised by other knights.
I fought 199 times and lost 199 times. If you add up the informal Dalian and Training, there would have been countless Geomhaps coming and going.
Still it was good and good.
Reinhardt and the light that she gave as a warrior was enough to melt my frozen heart.
Even if it was difficult, it was a better time than eating a knife as a mercenary alone.
When I barely gave her one shot, I was thrilled with joy, and when I achieved the results as a knight, it was as rewarding as flying in the sky.
“Then… I don’t understand. Then why did you end your life as a mercenary alone…”
＜Wait a minute, Aunt…! That’s…!＞
Rios had already noticed from the flow in the conversation. That this would be the saddest, saddest, and most unwanted ending, both in fiction and in reality.
“The mercenaries were in the process of one subjugation quest.”
It was a mission to deal with the gate that suddenly appeared inside the castle.
It may have been an appropriate mission for her, who had just received the holy sword. At least for her.
“At the time, I was young, so I was only an assistant.”
At that time, as a young man, he was tasked with reconnaissance inside the castle. In fact, a top-notch monster was settling there, so it may have already been close to the bait for death.
“There I had an accident.”
It was a giant balrog, not at the level of a baby, but a very large balrog that was far away from the adult.
Far from reconnaissance, he was busy fighting to his death, screaming almost ignorantly. The knights who had barely become comrades and companions who came to reconnaissance together were torn like flies, so they may have lost their reason.
“And he was the one who fixed the accident.”
At that moment, she, who was dealing with other demons outside, ran and cut Balrog’s head in an instant.
Four of her colleagues who had already become corpses, she struck the neck so quickly and precisely that the tattered scars she had inflicted on her became meaningless.
“When the commission was completed, I was subjected to a kind of punishment. Even though the mercenary business looked broad, there were also tight sections.”
And he was called to the elders. It was an absurd rebuke for making four of her colleagues die through a clumsy reconnaissance, and for making her, a hero, go out herself, using her personal relationship as an excuse.
“I was angry too, so I said I was going to beat the mercenaries and went outside.”
The part that really pissed me off wasn’t in the censure.
There was no mention of parents’ names and origins.
‘Why did Arya have to risk it to save a guy like you? Maybe it’s a personal relationship…’
At that moment, the anger I had been holding back exploded. He said he would quit after throwing away the knight’s nameplate and everything.
Not everyone caught them, but some people caught them and tried to persuade them.
Is it going to ruin everything with one anger?
Is self-esteem so important?
Aren’t all the efforts so far in vain?
But they would not have known.
He wasn’t angry just because he was insulted.
It was because he had understood the insult inside himself.
Ariaspil had no reason to do that.
To that guy who didn’t come out a drop of blood even when he stabbed him.
To her who had never been stabbed properly.
There was no reason for that.
“…so when she came back, I asked.”
[…why did you care about me? Childhood relationship? Or is it pitiful? I… What are you?]
Everyone held their breath at Leo’s question. It was because I had the illusion that I was asking myself, even though I didn’t do it to them.
“…what did you say?”
“It’s simple.”
[…a colleague. friend.]
It was an exemplary response from a warrior.
‘Yes, that’s enough.’
it may not have been I don’t know if it was an answer that was lacking for a long time and I was thirsty.
But there was no qualification to vomit.
‘Then go. I’m so sorry that I repaid the favor.’
chin
What flew was the warrior’s gloves.
The man in Cha Kang, who was holding the glove, asked.
Do you know what that means?
The strongest warrior who threw the gloves answered.
This is how we persuade.
The boy thinks.
I have no luck since I’ve never lost.
Because I had never applied for a match in the first place.