episode_0012

“…I definitely told you to spar.”

Marquis Ludwig touched his forehead and shook his head.

“No shame.”

Nigel, leaning on the bed in the hospital room, lowered his head as if he was sorry.

The bandages around her limbs rustled.

It looks like he still has the energy to move even after being hurt like that.

Well, earlier I even tried to show my respect by getting down from the bed like that.

It’s a shame the Marquis was embarrassed and stopped him.

“My left arm was fractured and the tendon in my right arm was torn. The leg muscles were torn, and some of the internal organs were crushed. Oh, there’s a crack in my shoulder blade too. The cuts were not just one or two.”

Nigel lowered his head.

After speaking, the Marquis looked at me, closed his eyes, and sighed.

My mummy-like appearance must seem pitiful.

“This is very…”

The Marquis’ fingertips twitched.

Are you feeling frustrated and want to smoke a joint? I know that feeling well.

That’s how I am now.

No matter how hard it was to get the tobacco out of the hospital room, the Marquis soon gave up.

Since the smoke of magic herb sensitizes the five senses, smoking it in front of a patient is no different from torture.

“The lower jaw and left arm were cracked, half of the left shoulder was gouged out, and the auricle was also broken off, leaving only half. The leg that was pierced had shattered bones and even a torn artery. Even if the military chaplain’s treatment had been delayed by just a few minutes, the lady would have lost her life. Do you know?”

I really was a slanderer that made no sense.

If it weren’t for fantasy, it would have been instant death.

“Why on earth did they fight to this point? In a simple sparring match, he even took out a real sword. Is Sir Nigel your enemy?”

The Marquis raised his voice.

It must be absurd that the conversation partner, who was fine until a moment ago, turned into a corpse on the verge of a corpse in just an hour.

Are you curious why? Don’t ask me. Because I don’t know either.

In the first place, Nigel, why did he attack me like he was going to kill me when he said it was a sparring match?

From the solar plexus to the neck to the thighs and head. I was very persistent in targeting only the vital points.

I may have made some mistakes, but trying to kill him is a bit too much.

That’s something only those barbarians, Ka’har, would do.

I tried to answer that I didn’t know, but I couldn’t open my mouth because of the bandage wrapped around my head.

“Well…I recommended the real sword to Hashal. Marquis.”

Nigel, seeing my condition, began to explain the situation in detail.

okay. Since it was your doing, it’s right for you to explain it.

Please explain why you slaughtered me halfway.

“Sir Nigel Are you talking about this? No, why?”

“I heard that if you are a warrior of Kahar, it is a courtesy to respect your opponent to risk your life even when sparring, so I did that.”

Marquis Ludwig’s expression became strangely distorted.

“Who on earth spread such false rumors?”

“I saw it in the book “Understanding Barbarians Outside the Empire”… No, I read it in the book “Understanding the Barbarians Outside the Empire.” Surely it was wrong information?”

“No matter how violent Kahar is, they don’t try to kill each other even in Dalian.”

Nigel’s daylight turned pale.

Marquis Ludwig raised his head and sighed deeply.

“They say that the person who has read only one book is the scariest person…”

no. So, what?

therefore. Is this a disaster caused by nonsense written in an unknown book?

You’re kidding, right?

I unconsciously clenched my hands as the feeling of desperation pounded through my chest.

My body, which had been limp from painkillers, throbbed for a moment.

It was so unfair that I felt resentful.

“…No shame. I sincerely apologize, Hashal. It’s all my fault.”

Nigel bowed towards me and apologized.

The blood that oozed out due to excessive movement stained the bandage red.

I tried to suppress the hostility that was rising towards Nigel.

Let’s calm down.

It’s not right to have any ill feelings towards Nigel.

This happened due to ignorance and misunderstanding, so asking someone to take responsibility is harsh.

If you think about it, Nigel could also be said to be a victim.

I don’t know who wrote that kindling, but it’s all his fault anyway.

If we meet someday, I will return this pain to you.

Since I couldn’t speak, I just shook my head.

At least my neck moves.

“Haona-”

“That’s enough, Sir Nigel. The injury is serious, so try not to move as much as possible.”

Marquis Ludwig decisively cut off Nigel’s words and turned to me again.

“In the first place, the noble woman’s responsibility is not small. Even if Sir Nigel said something absurd and handed the real sword, wouldn’t it have ended without bloodshed if the noble woman had corrected him?”

The Marquis scolded me.

It’s a straightforward theory, but how on earth do I correct that?

Nigel only read one book, but I’ve never heard much about Ka’har culture.

“Remember. If you are determined to live within the walls of the empire, it would be wiser not to try to prove your reputation as a noble woman.”

Is it advice or a threat? It was difficult to understand the intention of those words.

Probably both.

frustrated.

There’s no way the Marquis would believe that Orhan’s daughter didn’t know about Ka’har culture, so there’s no way to explain this.

To begin with, I can’t even talk right now.

I have no mouth. So I can’t even explain!

“…I’ll leave it to you to decide what’s right and wrong. Anyway, you will focus on recovering here for the time being. The maids will hand you recovery liquid every day, so you should recover to the point where you can walk around in three days.”

Recovery amount? Are you talking about potions?

But that won’t do much for me, right?

Nigel cautiously opened his mouth.

“Me, Marquis. Hashal has the blessing of anti-horse. It is also an anti-magic force strong enough to respond to interpretation magic.”

“Constant horsepower?”

The Marquis narrowed his eyes as if he was embarrassed.

Anti-magic power is the power to reject all magical power acting on the body and mind.

The healing effect of the recovery liquid was also a type of magic, so it had little effect on people with anti-magic powers.

“Did you still have it? But, I never thought it would appear already…”

The Marquis muttered and stroked his beard.

What. Anyway, what is it?

Does Orhan even have anti-magic powers? Because anti-horsepower is an inherited trait.

“Then I can’t do it. In exchange for the recovery amount, I will send you a war priest every day. There won’t be a big difference.”

If you do that, there won’t be any problems with recovery.

The healing blessing exercised by a priest borrows part of God’s power.

Because it is an ability that belongs to miracles, not magic.

Therefore, the priest’s blessing is not affected by anti-magic power.

The power to reject unclean magic and accept only holy miracles.

This was also the reason why anti-magic power was recognized as a type of blessing from God.

“…It’s almost midnight. I’ll go back now. Sir Nigel, please get some rest for now.”

“I will follow your orders.”

“It’s not an order…”

Marquis Ludwig left the hospital room with a bitter smile.

—-

After the Marquis left, the inside of the hospital room fell into gloomy silence.

Nigel was silent for a long time.

Well, there’s no way I’ll get an answer even if you talk to me, so I guess there’s nothing to say.

“I apologize once again, Princess Hashal. I have nothing to say.”

I guess not.

I turned my head and looked at her.

The Marquis did not bow down to apologize, perhaps because he had stopped him earlier, but his brown eyes looking at me were filled with guilt.

It’s hard to say anything since you’re so sorry.

If you think about it, that person was seriously injured as well.

I let go of the hostility that remained in a corner of my heart.

okay. There is no guilt in doing something without knowing.

So I am not a sinner either.

– Do you really think so?

Don’t think about it. I didn’t do anything wrong.

I shook my head again.

Nigel pursed his lips as if he didn’t understand, but didn’t say anything more about it.

I guess I’ve finally accepted the fact that my intentions will never change.

“…Thank you for your mercy.”

Nigel whispered in a trembling voice, leaning back on the bed and closing his eyes.

The hospital room became quiet again.

Is it because I forgave Nigel?

Unlike a little while ago, which was full of depressing silence, it was a quiet and peaceful silence like a snowy night sky.

—-

Since there was nothing I could do other than think, I tried to recall the battle with her in my head.

It was a painful memory, but it was necessary.

This is a world where you need the strength to fight and win in order to live a peaceful life without risk.

The memories before I gave in to my instincts were clear, but the memories after that were torn apart in various places.

I recalled the flow of the sword that Nigel swung, and thought about how I should move my body to recreate that flow.

Did you say it was imperial swordsmanship? Is that really the name of swordsmanship?

It’s a simple and unpersonal name.

Now that I think about it, when I moved according to my instincts. I think I copied that sword technique just once.

How was that possible? Original: Did Harshal know imperial swordsmanship?

It’s a question that doesn’t have an answer even if you think about it.

I let the questions that had come to my mind go to the other side of my mind and continued to recall my memories.

In this situation, move your arm like this and twist your wrist outward…

Put your legs here and your upper body this way…

I don’t really remember the movement when I held the spear, and it was so strange that I didn’t think it would be of much help.

Next, I remembered the movement my instincts had shown me.

A passionate and violent fighting style that is closer to an animal than a human.

A storm of sword strikes unleashed by pushing strength, speed, and reflexes to the limit.

He even has the cunning to create a decisive gap by outwitting an opponent who is accustomed to attacking.

It was only a different direction from Nigel’s swordsmanship, but it could be said to be a completed martial art.

I felt ashamed and pathetic at myself for blindly swinging the sword, trusting only in Hashall’s physical abilities.

However, the sound of the cheers was frankly ridiculous.

Kyaaa.

Is this the sound of people cheering? It’s a howl that only wild beasts would make.

He even growled in the middle of it?

The original Harshal didn’t make that sound.

Is this a side effect of completely relying on instinct, unlike her?

Now that I look back, I think I did something really dangerous.

As I became more deeply buried in my instincts, my reason became clouded and I gradually lost my ability to judge.

Every time I got hurt, I got caught up in the beast-like anger that boiled up even stronger, and the result of running without knowing the end is where I am now.

Especially that last impulse was truly dangerous.

I never thought he would fight any longer even though his leg bones were crushed and his arteries were torn.

I turned my head and looked at the silver gauntlets placed on the shelf next to the hospital bed.

okay. If I had given in to my impulses and continued to fight, I would have died not long after.

Even if you equip frost feet, it doesn’t mean that your already injured wounds will heal.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, endlessly repeating the battle.

My exhausted body complained of fatigue and whispered that it was time to sleep.

My consciousness gradually sank into a dream.

But, if they had kept fighting with that on, who would have won in the end?

– Giggling.

I heard laughter.