episode_0716

As Frete headed towards Aln’s mansion, she continued to think about the song she would tell the minstrels.

How should I convey the tale of this woman, who is the Lord’s apostle and the Lord’s daughter?

Youngae may be reluctant to have her story become grandiose, but as an apostle of the goddess and a wanderer of the continent, she cannot help but tell her story.

Because everyone living on the continent right now is waiting for his story.

Even if I don’t do anything, people will make up stories and spread them as they please.

A false story that was filled with his own personal opinions and would make Alun Young-ae extremely uncomfortable.

To prevent that, we need to quickly create and spread the story.

Given the authority I hold among the bards, I think I could prevent any distortion.

“It probably started from his childhood.”

A child born with a curse and unloved by anyone loses all his support before he becomes an adult.

But even in the midst of great despair, she did not break down.

I waited for the day of beginning, even as I recalled the pain in my heart.

One day, when everyone was forgetting about the unfortunate girl, the child who had been called by the Lord once again stepped into the world. To become a ray of light in a world that was approaching darkness.

“…There are so many stories to be made up, even if it’s just the stories I’ve heard from the god of history.”

A training program started by a girl who couldn’t even climb stairs properly.

In the end, he gained recognition from the knights who had despised him.

The ordeal encountered in the first dungeon visited, and the hero from the distant past obtained by overcoming it.

The act of risking one’s life for others at the Academy entrance ceremony.

Taking risks for someone who was trying to insult you.

The act of smiling at an enemy you could never defeat in order to protect your friend.

His talents were showcased at the academy.

Rescuing a woman possessed by the fire demon and resealing the fire demon just as it was about to awaken.

The story of saving the territory from being consumed by darkness.

Most of the things I have listed so far could easily be made into a hero’s biography.

But Lady Alun Youngae has countless stories like this.

Even the ones listed above are only memories from one year.

The story hasn’t even begun about the time when he truly set out to become the world’s savior.

How am I supposed to turn all this into a song?

Even if a minstrel sat down and sang all day long, he would not be able to tell all the tales of his exploits.

With that in mind, Frete arrived at the Aln mansion, greeted the guards, and stepped inside.

“Whaaah! Mom! Papa!”

And then I saw it.

Lucy is crying in the arms of Benedick and Armadi.

Seeing the little girl crying sadly in her parents’ arms, Frete realized that no matter how great a hero, he was still human.

No matter how great your achievements are.

Even if he is a noble person who has walked a thorny path and achieved results.

Even if you are a noble being with the blood of a god.

After all, when all the pretense is removed, we are just people.

An ordinary person who laughs when he’s happy and cries when he’s sad.

Realizing this fact, Frete gained inspiration for his future works.

A story about a man who becomes a hero and then returns to being human again.

This is it. With this, you can make as many songs as you want. Is that all?

I can’t stand the thoughts that keep coming to me about how to write this poem.

…Ah. Right! First, I have to draw the scene before my eyes!

May you never forget this inspiration for the rest of your life!

The moment Frete took out his canvas and picked up his brush, Lucy, whose eyes were bloodshot, ran towards him. And so, once again, a human figure was carved into the wall of the mansion.

*

Frete, you crazy pervert. What are you doing spreading out your canvas as soon as you see someone crying!? I got really angry for a moment and reached out.

“Erin, listen carefully. This is what I learned from the goddess…”

He was a pervert who had to cover his nose with a tissue because he got hit by me, but he taught Erin with a wry smile as if he didn’t care about his wounds.

And that attitude just annoyed me more. Aside from the fact that I was getting angry, I felt like I was overreacting a bit.

If you show even a little bit of your displeasure, I’ll at least apologize, but if you act like getting hit by me is a medal or something, it bothers me!

While I was muttering to myself, the pervert finished putting on my makeup and quietly stepped back.

And then he spoke to me with a soft smile.

“Youngae.”

“…what is it.”

“Please smile. I always think about it, but you are prettiest when you smile.”

“Ha. What the. Is that how you do it? It’s really old.”

“No. I wouldn’t dare show interest in you. Even if I had dark intentions, I would do it in a more plausible way. I just said what was true. I hope you smile in my portrait.”

After Frete left, telling me to come out when I was ready, I looked at my face reflected in the mirror.

The face of a child that always brings out admiration whenever I see it.

A doll-like appearance that doesn’t resemble the me in this other world at all.

I’ve been thinking about it ever since I heard from Mama that I was just Lucy.

So, is the me that exists in my memories just an illusion?

Even now, the memories that are familiar to me are from another world, and the memories that feel distant are Lucy’s.

Even if you understand it with your head, it is difficult to accept it with your heart.

However, since it was not something that could be answered right away even if I thought about it, I just put it off and did what I had to do.

Looking back now, that choice was right.

Now that I’ve met my friends, met those close to me, and returned to Aln’s mansion, I can come to my own conclusions.

No matter what, I am me.

Lucy Arlene, a girl who lived in pain while carrying a curse, was also born.

I am also a man who devoted his life beyond the monitor in another world. I still love Mama and Papa.

He enjoys teasing and making others angry. He also loves sweets and pretty things.

I can’t help it, I enjoy talking with my friends so much.

…I even thought I looked pretty good in the dress I wore yesterday.

Just like most girls this age do.

On the one hand, I like the dungeons in this world.

I’m planning on setting foot in places I’ve never been before, and I’m also thinking about creating dungeons that would give other people a headache.

And I’m very interested in becoming stronger.

Even after everything is over, I have no intention of slacking off in my training, and rather, I will continue to swing my weapon in order to reach the opponents I have failed to defeat.

And I plan to set foot on various places in this world that I haven’t been able to see due to my busy schedule.

If only the previous Lucy had been here, I wouldn’t have thought of this.

But now I am interested in seeing the world of Soul Academy from outside the monitor.

Could I deny any of these feelings? Could I possibly conclude that any of them is false?

I kept thinking about it, but the conclusion I came to was that it was impossible.

Ultimately, either way, these are the things I want.

Even if I deny one thing, my mind will not be refreshed, but rather it will become a shadow and make my feet heavy.

therefore.

I will accept both.

I’d rather choose both than give up one and regret it.

What do you think? Originally, Messagaki was a very greedy little brat.

If you think about it, their wishes don’t really conflict that much.

You can go on a trip with your friends, eat delicious food, and then enter the dungeon.

You can get satisfaction even on the battlefield with pretty armor and decorations.

It is also possible to fill yourself with a sense of accomplishment and sadism by trampling on those who don’t know their place.

I can live as myself without giving up.

As Lucy, as I come from far away.

“Erin. How do you like the smile I have now?”

“You are more beautiful than ever, Miss.”

“Right?”

I got up from my seat with a mischievous smile, got dressed with Erin’s help, and headed to the living room.

As soon as Mom and Dad saw me, they ran over to me and examined my expression.

It seems like the crying just a moment ago was what bothered him so much.

“Lucy, are you okay? You can rest a little longer.”

“That’s right, Lucy. If you have the time, I can make as much as you want. So don’t push yourself too hard.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m okay?”

“But.”

“But.”

“It’s even more annoying when Mom and Dad keep making a fuss like this.”

Even though I explained that they were tears of joy, this is still happening. If I shed tears because of a bad person, what will happen to that person?

Even if Papaya keeps his composure, won’t Mama erase that author from the world?

“Then, three of you. Would you please stand in the middle? I want to finish this work as my own. I want to make the most of it before the goddess comes.”

Even though they hadn’t exchanged opinions, Mom and Dad naturally took their seats on either side of the chair.

And then she looked at me with a soft smile.

‘Ahaha. That’s right.’

The moment I sat down on the chair with a meaningless laugh, Mom and Dad’s hands came up on my shoulders.

I was biting my lips as the warmth welled up from deep within my heart, and then I slowly looked at us with the eyes of a fairy.

There was a time when an ordinary and happy family was there.

Here was an ordinary landscape that had been lost long ago and only now been recovered.