Chapter 108 – Female Knight
Since when
How many days have passed since I fell into this world and I no longer count the days.
Since when
The fact that the name Netoru is more familiar than the original name.
Now everything was fading in my head. Not to mention my name, how old I was, who my family was, my friends…
It has to be.
It was not a world where one could carelessly long for reality.
I had to focus on what was right in front of me, and if I made a small mistake, someone would die or I would die.
So I had to forget reality.
Blurring the line between animation and reality was the first task for me to adapt to this world.
But then, on the other hand, a problem arose.
It is no longer possible to distinguish reality.
Is this world fake? Is it really just an anime world? Then what about the countless deaths I saw?
What about the tears? What about anger? Can we say that all of them are not real?
No, even if all of this is fake.
In the first place, it was strange to decide which one was real now.
No matter how far I distanced myself, my footprints were gradually left in this world. Memories between humans accumulate, and ties permeate the heart.
Even if I hate that and want to fight alone, as long as I have a coupling partner, I can’t be alone.
Paradoxically.
The more I struggle to return to reality, the more I have no choice but to melt into this world.
Is that why?
I’ve been thinking about it from time to time.
More than the reality I longed for,
When there are more precious things in this world.
What will I do then?
Will I try to return to reality even then?
If something more precious than my family in reality were born in this world, then what choice would I make?
It was scary.
Two crossroads that cannot be postponed.
The moment I make a choice there, my identity is determined.
Whether I am Netoru or ████.
2.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the scenery of the dark room. Looking out the window, it is still dark outside.
The moon was about to leave its place, and the twilight sky was quietly looking down at the world.
Staring blankly at the sky, he instantly wondered what time it was, but Netoru couldn’t turn his body to look at the clock.
It has to be.
Now he was not alone. It was a cramped bed, but there was someone next to her with her skin covered.
Were you very tired?
New root… New root…
A cute breathing sound that tickles your ears while being quiet.
As if being guided by the sound, Netoru slowly turned his head. Then he saw a woman sleeping with her naked body exposed.
So far, he has had several encounters. Some of them were good, but there were also many bad ones.
Sorrow and joy. Affection and resentment.
Human relationships are really difficult.
Especially in a relationship between a man and a woman who is a coupling partner and has no choice but to emerge naturally.
So what about this woman?
Is this woman sorrow or joy to me?
As if searching for an answer, Netoru gazed intently at the sleeping Ceres.
“·······”
Beautiful purple hair that reaches her waist, a gentle impression and an elegant figure that cannot be hidden. Even when Netoru looked at it objectively, Ceres was quite beautiful.
In that respect, none of the whispers to Ceres would be false.
What’s wrong with looking at a beautiful woman and saying she’s beautiful or pretty?
Ceres seemed weak to such praise, but… Rather, she also found it cute. To put it a little worse, should I say that people are clumsy for their age?
When I think of how this woman is trying to be an elder to her unit members, she just laughs for some reason.
If this woman hadn’t been for me, what kind of life would she have. In the midst of such thoughts, Ceres had Netoru’s arm by her bedside, and she seemed to be able to use it as a pillow.
“I sleep better than I thought.”
Is it comfortable to sleep on someone’s arm?
I was intrigued for a moment. Netoru quietly reached out and gently touched Ceres’ cheek. But there is no response. She seemed to be in a deep sleep. That way, at least it won’t be uncomfortable to sleep.
Feeling Ceres’ head pressing down on his arm, Netoru smiled bitterly. No matter how trained your body is, it is not easy to keep someone’s head on your arm.
However, Ceres was sleeping so well on his arm as if it were her own pillow, so it was difficult to take something out.
Thanks to this, I couldn’t sleep properly on this side, but seeing Ceres’ face sleeping peacefully like a child made me wonder if it would be good.
It’s been a while. Holding a woman in my arms all night until I was truly exhausted. It was to the point where I thought that Ceres had managed to accept it until the very end.
I don’t know how many times she ejaculated inside her body all morning. In fact, there was a thick smell of semen in the air. There are still clear traces of Netoru in her body.
If Ceres wasn’t a genital pilot, she really wouldn’t be weird if she was pregnant today. Come to think of it, she didn’t ejaculate so irresponsibly into a woman’s body at first. Now, these changes are also a memory of a long time ago.
Netoru, who had been watching Ceres sleep for a while, lightly brushed her disheveled hair, then pushed the pillow she was wearing under her neck and carefully got out of bed.
It is a time when the boundary between morning and dawn is blurred.
From the looks of it, Ceres seemed to be sleeping for another hour or two. Until then, it would be fun to watch Ceres sleeping next to you, but
Netoru put on her own underwear lying around her bed, and even tidied up her Ceres’ underwear and her clothes, put them on her table, and left the room.
2.
5:39
An ambiguous time to wake up.
When she looked up at the sky, the sun hadn’t fully risen yet, so everything was just bluish.
Capturing such scenery, Netoru walked around her unit. Of course, at this time she wakes up and no one is around.
Everything in the world is locked in silence.
Originally, she intended to take advantage of this time to take a shower as if to wash off the traces of her love affair during the night.
I changed my mind halfway through. Should I say that she wanted to move her body a bit more before she washed up.
I thought about why I was making such a fuss in the morning after spending so much energy at night, but I couldn’t stay still because of the nervousness welling up in my chest.
Again and again. Every time he heard the second hand tick in the room, Netoru would think about how much time he had left.
The fear and frustration that comes from knowing the future but not knowing exactly when. It had been pounding the inside of Netoru’s chest unchangingly for years.
There is no way to erase those feelings.
But that doesn’t mean you can’t suffer like a death row inmate who is about to be executed. There was only one thing Netoru could do here.
He works hard on himself every day and grows more than he was yesterday. He’s been through a lot so far. He can’t do anything if he has no strength. He can’t keep anything
Even to survive the bugs,
Getting stronger, getting stronger… When an important choice was presented in front of my eyes, I had to be able to change something.
Eventually Netoru arrived at the training ground inside the unit. I wonder if it’s because it’s a unit equipped in the city. Unlike Area 39, the training facilities here were reasonably well equipped.
If you look at the wall in the corner, you can see the liver arsenal where cold weapons with blunt edges are stored. It contained swords, spears, greatswords, blunt weapons, and practice weapons of all kinds.
In a world where bugs shoot guns and cannons, you may wonder if they are some anachronistic weapons, but
Considering what kind of weapons the holy cavalrymen fought on the battlefield, there was nothing strange about the scene.
Netoru picked up the spear appropriately. The main weapon used is a sword, but in fact, any weapon is fine.
Netoru doesn’t choose a weapon. He trained to write everything that could be written long ago. It could be called arrogant greed, but fortunately, there was such a talent in his body.
Sex Weapon 「Alstferon」
In fact, it was thanks to these efforts and talent that I was able to handle a greatsword-type weapon without difficulty a few days ago.
Four toru holding spears in the center of the training ground widened the distance between his feet moderately.
Then he closes his eyes and imagines it in his head.
Bugs constantly creeping in. The situation is hopeless. The only thing you can trust is yourself.
In such a battlefield, Netoru began to fight the invisible enemy, forgetting even the passage of time.
The blade of the spear cut sharply into the empty air, and Netoru’s toes wandered dizzy around the training ground.
He doesn’t have to have a genital disease.
The countless battle experiences accumulated so far completely dismantled reality and delusion. As I repeated the violent movement against the imaginary enemy, my breathing became more and more steep, and hot sweat began to fill my back. But it doesn’t stop. Move until satisfied.
It was around the time that my limbs became so heavy.
“Diligent friend. Even within the Knights, there are few people who move their bodies from mornings like this.”
Suddenly, a man’s voice reached my ears. But the presence was already felt. So, without any surprise, Netoru looked back at him, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Then he saw a gray-haired man with a large cut near his eye.
Is it around 190cm tall?
He was a middle-aged man so tall that even Netoru, who could be said to be tall, had to look up.
Plus a thick chest and broad shoulders. He caught a glimpse of distinctly raised muscles, which he could see through even though he was wearing a wide old suit.
But it wasn’t those physical characteristics that really mattered. A sense of intimidation, as if the air around the area was changing violently with the man at the center just by simply standing there.
I could feel it just by looking at it.
That man is no ordinary person. The article was clear. Also, someone special among the knights.
Why did such a being come here at a time like this?
Amid such doubts, Netoru opened his mouth.
“Who are you?”
“I am Berléans.”
It’s obvious, but it’s the first name I’ve heard. So he tilted his head, but Netoru’s expression couldn’t help but harden at the words that followed.
“I remember that you were a survivor of the 1st Task Force, right?”
1st Independent Task Force.
It was also the starting point of Netoru.
