Carb Sears (R) 94

Chapter 94 – Rules of Barbarism.

“So, after five years of not thinking about coming, how did you end up thinking about coming here?”

Lyudmila, who ordered a juice other than Yell in place of the empty glasses, frowned slightly and looked at them suspiciously.

“That, that’s it.”

Mediah laughed awkwardly and explained what had happened. It was Usher’s bullying that was the trigger for this outing.

“Did you come out to teach me something you don’t even know?”

Especially when she found out that Medea had come out to play with her as an excuse to teach him how to solve it, Lyudmila couldn’t hide her absurdity.

“But all I know is to avoid the kids.”

All fell silent as she spoke in her downcast voice. After all, if she had known her solution properly, wouldn’t she have easily solved her own problem a long time ago?

“Ooh, sorry. Usher.”
“It doesn’t really matter.”

More than that, Usher couldn’t get used to Mediah calling himself informally.

“Haa, that’s embarrassing. I don’t know much about that either.”

Lyudmila also covered her forehead with her hand as if she was in trouble. Even when they were being bullied, they had never properly coped with it. Medea said she relied on her father in the end, and when Ludmilla was beaten, she was beaten, but she never solved it. All of them just ran away or endured and endured.

“Let’s think about the underlying issue. Are you being bullied because you refused a duel that someone asked you to do?”
“Huh? Right.”
“In addition, the opponent is Sir Gregory’s son.”

After hearing Usher’s answer, Medea added an explanation, Lyudmila put on a tired expression.

“Sir Gregory…Isn’t he the captain of the Royal Guard?”
“That’s right.”
“You’ve been caught by a very annoying opponent.”

Her pitiful gaze turned to Usher. It is true that the greater the influence of the ringleader among the children, the more annoying it was, but the more the ringleader’s parents were great people, the more annoying it was. Because the most important thing for children was strength and pretty or cool looks. The children thought it was honor and power.

“First of all, you must have thought it was dishonorable at the point you rejected his duel. Boys are simple, so knights will always look good.”

Even though I don’t even know what the adults say about honor. After all, there were many things that were equally important to knights, but to children who longed for knights, nothing seemed as important as honor. Children who have excellent knights as their parents will look good on that façade. That’s not to say it’s bad. For a soldier like a knight, honor is an important factor that gives pride and satisfaction to one’s work.

“Besides, adults seldom pay attention to us. Children will know about it and use it more subtly.”

It is also a good thing to be the admiration of children. If you admire it, you will naturally dream of it, and it is no different from making a future knight. However, even if children know the true meaning of honor and power, they rarely realize it. Because of this, they adapt to their own convenience and distort it.

“That’s not the only reason, though.”

Children are as easy to hate as they are simple. Once hatred begins to grow in you, you will be displeased with all the trivial things, and you will find fault with them. It soon grows to such an extent that it doesn’t matter if it kills one person. Lyudmila felt a pain in her hollow shoulder, but did not express it.

“Do you know why he challenged you to a duel?”

As her serious gaze turned to him, Usher seemed to understand why these two had missed each other even after years of suffering and fear despite such painful wounds.

“It must be Belka.”

The girl couldn’t be said to be the problem, but it was the cause. At his words, their eyes turned to Belka, who was quietly drinking her juice. Even while they were having a conversation, she listened to the story without knowing what they were thinking, and she suddenly tilted her head to a concentrated gaze. The red hair that reflected the subtle light in the sunlight that came through her window and the golden eyes that shone brightly met them. Medea and Lyudmila immediately agreed.

“What are you two doing?”

Lyudmila asked as if she had realized something.

“Whoops, there’s no need to ask directly, right?”
“Yes.”

As Medea teased her, the girl hid her face behind a glass of juice. I think it’s time to be calm, but why am I embarrassed whenever I hear something like that? Usher put a glass with water droplets on his cheek for no reason to cool it off.

“It’s even more of a headache to have a love affair overlap with a battle of pride.”

Lyudmila focused on the problem with her red face.

“There’s no way to solve it even if you know this.”
“Why?”
“If I told you guys to break up, would you break up?”
“No.” “No.”

Usher and Belka’s voices overlapped. Lyudmila stared blankly at them, and Medea twinkled her eyes.

“It’s going to be hard to solve no matter what you do.”

They talked for a while, but they couldn’t come up with a meager solution until it was time to return to the castle.

“Sorry for not being of much help.”

When the sun went down and it was time to return to the castle, Medea and Lyudmila held each other’s hands with regretful expressions and couldn’t let go. We barely met again, but this moment when we had to part again was very sad. They dragged on their parting and ended up right in front of the castle. To look at each other without saying anything for a while. Lyudmila was the first to let go of her hand with a bitter smile.

“Ah.”

Medea looked pitifully at her own empty hands. Even though it was her hand, which was originally empty, her empty seat felt too big. Her Lyudmila laughed hard at her.

“I’m sorry. It’s time to go to my father. See you next time.”
“Yes, next time.”

The girls let each other know that this is not the end, but why does the regret toward each other continue to increase? It is unknown. Until Medea, Belka, and Usher entered the castle, they couldn’t take their eyes off each other. Soon the gates began to close. It was only through the side door, but the moment of separation between the two felt so slow. The moment the door was about to close completely.

“Do you want to break up like this?”

The girl whispered.

“It can’t be.”
“Then hold on. At times like this, it’s okay to be a little honest.”

At her whisper, Medea finally shouted.

“Wait a minute!”

After hearing her words, the knights stopped closing the door. And when I pushed the door that was about to close, there was Lyudmila who was surprised as if she hadn’t thought that the door would open again. She was waiting Seeing Mediah disappear until the moment the door closes. She took hold of Lyudmila’s hand, seizing her uncontrollable heart.

“Come in together. Ryuda.”
“But I have to go to my father.”

Her father was strict. He always felt frustrated because he acted as if he couldn’t solve her instincts unless he held Lyudmila in her hands. But she had to listen to her father. That way she could live a comfortable life without being scolded by her father.

“This is my coercion. It’s because I want to be with Ryuda. If you’re going to get scolded, then I can be scolded. So please come back.”

Lyudmila stared blankly at her Medea, who said she would get scolded instead of her. Her friend, who had been a coward like her, had changed before she knew it. No it didn’t change Medea’s hand that held her hand was still trembling in fear of her. Ludmilla suddenly encountered the golden light watching them from behind her Medea. Soon after, the girl nodded her head.

“…Okay.”

Lyudmila first chose something different than her father’s words, which she had always taught her. By none other than her own will. So she came back

“Nothing has changed here.”
“Yes, because I always left it.”

They looked around the castle first. Even though he must have been bored with Mediah, he went around her castle and recalled her memories with Lyudmilla. Usher and Belka watched them and followed them around. Not to disturb them.

“Thank god.”
“I know.”

Usher looked down at her in agreement at the sudden sound of her Belka’s voice. The girl was smiling softly as she watched the two of them.

“What are you two doing without coming soon?”

Mediah’s voice, noticing their slow pace, called them out. At her urging, Usher ran to them. And that night.

“I knew it would be like this.”

Usher let out a sigh at the sight of herself left alone in front of Medea’s room today. She knew she couldn’t help it, but she felt sorry for her. Can you still do it? Instead of knocking on the door, he shouted loudly into the room.

“See you tomorrow! Belka!”

And the girls inside were huddled together on the bed and heard the sound.

“Is he like that usually?”
“It’s not like that, but I don’t think about falling. It’s really extremely sincere.”
“I’m a little envious of that.”
“Cadet.”

Belka combed Lyudmila’s hair with Mediah for Lyudmila, who felt uncomfortable combing her hair, then bowed her head to their conversation. Even so, I couldn’t hide my reddened ears.

“That teasing personality is still the same.”
“Oh, don’t say anything that will misunderstand Belka?”
“It’s true.”

Lyudmila shook her head as if she couldn’t stop it. Medea followed with her eyes her hair flowing through her own hands and then opened her mouth.

“… Her hair is leaking a lot.”
“Yeah what.”

Lyudmila spoke calmly, but Mediah’s words made her heart ache even more. She was still mostly black, but she carefully smoothed Lyudmila’s hair, which was white in places, as if it had been engraved with patterns. Originally, her hair wasn’t an awkward mixture of black and white hair, but black hair without any gaps. Most of all, she was overly fragile now, though even then her hair was soft to the touch tangled in her hand.

Even if you comb it just a little bit, you can see her hair hanging out with the feeling of being cut off. That’s why Belka and Media spent a long time brushing her hair.

“You don’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to continue.”

At Lyudmila’s awkward words, Belka squeezed her hand and nodded her head in satisfaction.

“Whoa, you want to say it was fun, right?”
“Huh.”

They soon lay down to fall asleep. It looked like Medea and Ludmilla were lying down with Belka at the center.

“You smell good.”

At Lyudmila’s words, Belka put her nose on her own arm, but she put on a puzzled expression.

“I do not know.”
“Because it definitely flies.”

Lyudmila thought vaguely that Belka smelled like the trees growing in the castle’s garden. She, her dwarf, was as small as she was, so it was easy to cuddle. At the end of that conversation, no one spoke. She wasn’t really asleep. Rather than having nothing to say, she had so many things she wanted to say that it was rather difficult for her to open her mouth. Still, Medea picked and picked her words in her mouth.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could have gone to see Lyuda sooner.”

At her words, Lyudmila snorted at her.

“Hmph, as soon as I saw you, you ran away.”
“Ah! That couldn’t be helped!”
“Fuck. You coward.”
“I’m not talking about Lyuda!”

As they were bickering like in the past, the girl in between looked at them in bewilderment.

“Please stop fighting over there…?”
“Ahaha! We’re not fighting.”
“Aren’t you fighting?”
“Yes, of course.”

As she listened to the conversation between Belka and Mediah, Lyudmila felt the warmth of her arms and hands. How much did she suffer because of her malice, she was wounded and lost her arm? But what hurt her more was the fact that she no longer had a hand to hold her friend. But now I know. Even though she only had one arm left, she was able to hold her new friend with just that one. She was able to hold the hand of her friend whom she could have lost by mistake. For that she was grateful to Lyudmila.