Chapter 37 – The Witch (5)
The holy sword’s white blade cut through space.
It was hard to find any extraneousness in the appearance of Astein, who used cutting freely.
The restrained movement was at a level where even the holy sword that had been used for a long time was in awe.
The ever-changing sword eventually came to a stop in a single space.
The sword dance, which seemed to continue, had stopped.
A drop of sweat ran down his forehead.
“Whoa.”
As Einstein exhaled, white breath spread.
Relaxing the muscles that gave him strength, he slowly closed the holy sword.
-You have excellent knowledge of swords. Was there even a teacher?
Teacher.
Einstein shook his head as he remembered the gray-haired old man laughing.
“There was.”
It was a word in the past tense.
The holy sword, Karelin Faniman kept his mouth shut.
It would be difficult to get a meaningful response even if you stabbed a sore spot.
So she brought up another topic.
-Is it. But, you also have excellent stamina. How did you get up so early on a subject that made Aria so exhausted? It’s a truly frightening energy.
It wasn’t worth answering.
Einstein kept his mouth shut and raised his head.
The sky is a dark indigo blue.
Winter mornings are particularly dark.
Because the sun rises late
“Is it time for Aria to wake up soon?”
-Well, if she’s been harassed with both her mind and body by you, wouldn’t she wake up a little later?
For some reason, it was Karelin who spoke as if rebuking Einstein.
Einstein narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue.
“You’re just saying nasty things.”
-Isn’t that true?
I couldn’t deny it.
Last night it caught fire.
His rationality was broken and he vomited out only his instinctive desires.
But how should she be blamed for it being her own fault?
If I had to argue with her, I think it might be the fault of Aria’s demonic character, who is getting prettier day by day.
Just this morning, how she suffered from Aria trying to sneak out and unconsciously burrowing into her arms.
Well.
Come to think of it again, I wonder if there are all these cute creatures.
Since Einstein was absent-minded, she got a sharp response from Karelin.
-It’s the same mug as eight pennies.
“I’m sorry. Is she like having a hard time in front of a sword that can’t even date?”
When I said it with her sneer, Karelin responded with laughter.
She has the form of a timbre and girl, but as her diction suggests, she is an old woman who has lived for over five hundred years.
-Hmph, even girls have been in love.
Einstein rubbed her eyelids.
“The Holy Sword’s love story, that’s interesting.”
-Are you curious?
At Karelin’s question, Einstein nodded her head.
“In a way, you are a living historical record.”
– I wonder if the handling of feed is too much.
Isn’t five hundred years old enough an antique?
Thinking about that, Einstein refuted.
“Your test was too much.”
-Isn’t it stupid that you can’t pass that easy thing?
Einstein recalled the conversation he had with the holy sword the other day.
When she asked, ‘How did it feel to pass the test?’ She was dumbfounded.
Because I thought it sounded out of place.
‘How did I pass the test? Didn’t I say it was a failure?’
‘It’s a bluff.’
‘Bluffing?’
‘Can you give up the majority of people for a precious person? That’s the original title of the test.’
In front of you, like flipping your palm after encouraging someone to kill you, what?
It’s such a bad test that I want to do it too much.
It was only natural that sarcasm came out of Einstein’s mouth.
“Yes, where is the holy sword? It’s just a demonic sword.”
– Haha, Einstein! The essence of a sword is to cut others after all. There is no good or evil in it. Isn’t it your uncertain standard to decide whether it’s a holy sword or a demonic sword?
These are the words that the holy sword that has settled in the church will utter.
Karelin’s voice reminded Astein of a blue-haired, red-eyed girl holding her belly button and rolling on her floor, laughing.
It was a pretty upsetting scene.
There is no such thing as pain in the subject of elders.
“Don’t just spread sophistry, Karelin.”
– Is it a proven method? Since when did a warrior who does good start to argue with reason? If you can find it, seek it; if you can’t, try to save it. Aren’t these foolish writers the ‘heroes’? Idiots who cut this and that are not qualified on the girl side.
“Good job, really. So, when are you going to tell me about your love story?”
-Eh, did you really want to hear it?
Unexpectedly, it was Karelin who put an accent at the end of her words.
Einstein frowned.
“What, are you trying to get me out of here?”
-Uhm, more than that, I was wondering if I was trying to upset the atmosphere that had gotten better after a long time.
“Are you hitting candles?”
– It’s not a bright story.
Einstein looked at the holy sword in its scabbard with dissatisfied eyes.
Her tone reminded me of someone.
“You act like you’re going to teach me, but you’re just a senile old man who draws a line.”
-Don’t do it too much, I’ll teach you when the time comes.
“When you get older, do all your excuses turn into clichés?”
– Even if you get burned once, you act like an irritable person.
Einstein was silent.
That action was no different from her unspoken affirmation.
Sensing that the atmosphere was not good, Karelin skillfully changed the topic of conversation.
– More than that, that girl is really pitiful.
“Who.”
– Pretending not to know while knowing is the highest level. It’s a little witch.
Little witch, are you referring to Azazel?
Yes, she is a woman of moderate age.
Hagi, compared to the age of the holy sword, everyone wants to be a kid.
Einstein said as she walked to the inn.
“What are you sorry about? It’s self-employed.”
-That’s why it’s more pitiful. In the end, isn’t she eating her own flesh?
“Are you defending Azazel?”
– Uhm, not like that.
“I do not forgive.”
-Is that a strong word?
Einstein let out a quiet sigh of hers.
Azazel probably didn’t know what kind of past Arya had.
But she said Arya’s hurtful remarks were true and real.
Arya is Einstein’s person.
She does not forgive anyone who harms her.
Even if they are ex-colleagues, there are no exceptions.
If anything, it doesn’t matter if Arya does her evil and she gets the majority of the blame.
Even if everyone in her turn turns her back on her aria, only she stands up for her, raises her sword.
It’s not what a righteous warrior would have.
What about that
Before he was a hero, he was an individual named Einstein and a man.
I will not lose powerlessly like Amelia’s sister.
She will protect her no matter what, no matter what she does.
With that in mind, Einstein grumbled at Karelin.
“How are you supposed to forgive someone who slanders someone you care about? I am not a saint or a saint.”
-Yes. You are a warrior
“You don’t want to say that a hero shouldn’t have personal feelings, right, Karelin?”
-The girl never said anything like that? Rather, welcome it with open arms. I’ve felt it before, but all of the warriors are stubborn. I think it’s good to have a little flexibility.
“… Are you actually a demon sword?”
-Aren’t you actually a warrior too?
The two laughed lightly.
Unexpectedly, the two were killed.
I wonder if it’s just a warrior and a holy sword.
Karelin said, oddly holding back her smile.
-Well, Arya seems to have no hostility towards that witch.
“Because he’s such a fool, he probably doesn’t know how to get angry.”
-… Hmmm, if you say so, it must be so.
Einstein climbed the stairs and stopped.
Because he ran into someone.
Even a tiger will come if you say it.
There was Azazel, the red-haired girl mentioned earlier.
Her eyes are weak, and her complexion is bad, which is why she couldn’t sleep at night.
Did you just hear me?
Even if he had heard it, there was no reason for Einstein to reverse his words.
He casually passed by Azazel, who was standing still.
“…”
The girl who would normally have been shot kept her silence.
I want something special.
* * *
Azazel didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.
Even if you plug her ears with her pillow, even if you install her soundproofing magic.
She stayed in my mind
Einstein’s words of love.
Einstein’s affectionate words.
She felt terrible and devastated, and the feelings were etched into her heart.
I was so frustrated that I came out of the room.
Click.
When I opened the door, I saw a narrow hallway.
The cold morning air evoked a little bit of stuffy feelings.
Looking at the window in the hallway, I observed a man brandishing a sword.
The man was used to it.
It was Einstein.
When did you wake up
Had she been sleeping?
Azazel gazed at her man as if possessed.
“… Einstein.”
She is, to an extent, conscious that she herself has said her words harshly.
I know you were rude with harsh words.
She even wanted to hand over an apology.
But how?
Because she grew up being supported by her, she was only familiar with vertical relationships, and was inexperienced with horizontal relationships.
Her sincere apology, let alone her, was an absurdly difficult matter for her.
And will her apology be accepted by Einstein?
The last time she saw his expression.
There was no disappointment or resignation.
Eyes full of contempt and contempt.
Eyes that give no expectations.
It was disastrous.
She mourned as if a heavy rock had landed on her chest.
“Sigh.”
Azazel watched him train endlessly, unaware of the passage of time.
He used to watch like this often before.
I would like to go back to that time if possible.
Because then he would be able to see his own Einstein.
Azazel rested her forehead against the window.
The cold glass cooled his hot forehead.
“It’s like an idiot.”
Just because of one man, how could this Azazel be a young monk?
She scolded herself and left the window.
I wanted to go back to my room, but I was hungry.
She went down the stairs with the intention of ordering a bite to eat on the first floor.
“Are you defending Azazel?”
I could hear Einstein’s voice in the distance.
Azazel stopped walking down the stairs and listened intently to the sound.
Have you already finished your training?
But who are you talking to?
“I do not forgive.”
Not forgive
Given the context of the conversation, it must have been directed towards Azazel.
Those words made Azazel’s heart tighten.
What are you, you’re saying you’re going to forgive me and sleep.
“How are you supposed to forgive someone who slanders someone you care about? I am not a saint or a saint.”
Important person.
She must be referring to that woman.
Like that.
I’m nothing to you now
Several words were heard after that, but she did not listen to Azazel.
It feels like her body is floating.
There is no sense of reality.
Is it a dream
A dream would be a nightmare
It would be a terrible nightmare.
“…”
He stopped her and checked her Azazel.
Azazel felt she had to get out of here.
However, her body did not move easily.
He froze like a rabbit standing in front of an alligator.
She was still like that, and then her eyes met his.
It wasn’t as warm as before.
Winter was in his eyes.
A cold, cold winter.
Einstein casually walked past Azazel.
His head was dizzy.
It’s not just the head.
My whole body felt hot, and my joints and bones throbbed.
What is this sensation of jing jing from the inside of the body?
It feels like the world is spinning
His legs loosened and he sat down in place.
“Ah.”
A strange voice came out.
It was a damp voice, as if hard bread had been pushed down his throat.
“Huh.”
Covered his mouth.
I didn’t want to cry unsightly.
Azazel sat down on the stairs for a while.
