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Short Story
Short Story : Mother & Home
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Eh?
One day, when I open my eyes, I find that something strange has happened to me.
I cannot move my body freely. I cannot speak properly and can only make meaningless noises. Then, when I raise my right hand, all I see are two tiny hands, curled into fists even though I am not clenching them.
Just how small are my hands?
They are the size of a toddler’s.
At that moment, I want to check my physical condition, but eventually, I give up because my arms are still too short to even reach the top of my own head with my palms.
A little while later, after seeing me constantly moving around, a young woman. Or perhaps I should say a young girl, comes over and asks me…
“What’s wrong, sweetheart…?”
She then easily picks me up and holds me against her rather generously sized chest. Which is…
WHAT THE HELL?
I cannot remember my name.
But according to my memories, I am a twenty-four-year-old adult woman who is about to graduate from college and currently works part-time as a cashier at a mini-market near my apartment.
So there is no way a girl who looks like she is only seventeen can lift me this easily.
Right then and there, I want to slap myself in the face just to make sure I am not dreaming.
But since I cannot move my hands freely, I can’t even do it.
So I have no choice but to accept the reality that my life has apparently just turned into THAT. Yes, THAT cliché.
My last memory is that, after coming home from my part-time job, I took a shortcut through a dark gap between some tall buildings. But before I could make it out of the alleyway, I felt like someone hit me from behind.
Looking at how everything has unfolded, there is no doubt about it.
I am experiencing THAT.
YES.
A REINCARNATION.
After realizing that my current condition is abnormal, I immediately look around to figure out where I am. After all, in stories about reincarnation, the protagonist usually ends up in an environment that is completely different from their previous life.
The furniture and decorations displayed on the walls look like things I have seen in museums before.
So being reincarnated in the same period as my previous life, or in the future, can be crossed off the list.
That leaves only two possibilities.
The past.
Or a parallel world.
Because I do not understand the language spoken by the people around me, I decide there is no point in trying to determine whether I have been reincarnated in the past of another country or in an entirely different world.
No matter how I think about it, right now I am just a baby who cannot take care of herself.
All I can do is cry when I am hungry, cry when I need to relieve myself, cry when I am cold, and then cry when I am too hot.
The only thing I can do as a baby is literally just cry.
But whenever I cry, it doesn’t feel miserable at all.
It is completely different from the cries I had at 3 a.m. when I was alone in my previous life, which always made me feel awful.
Whenever I cry, the woman I have come to identify as my mother always comes to me. She never comes with an angry or annoyed expression. Instead, she puts on a happy face and pretends to be angry, like a little child playing around.
After giving me a gentle scolding that is even softer than the teasing my boss used to give me, she takes care of whatever needs I have, which I realize are actually quite troublesome.
In just two weeks, I have already come to think of her as more than just my biological mother.
For some indescribable reason, I just feel so happy whenever I am with her. Is this what you call the bond between a mother and her child?
Even though my mind is that of an adult, I do not feel uncomfortable when she treats me like a baby.
Wait a second.
I am a baby.
A toddler, more precisely.
And even though I am a woman myself, I have absolutely no problem with her breastfeeding me. In fact, I could argue that it is the best time of the day, every single day.
Unfortunately, I cannot enjoy such a service anymore once another six months pass.
Eventually, she stops breastfeeding me altogether and starts giving me strange-tasting food once I turn one.
When I try asking for it again, she never gives it to me. Instead, she even smacks me on the head, despite all my tried-and-true techniques for begging while wailing.
None of my efforts work.
After roughly another year passes, I finally understand the answer to the question, “Where was I reincarnated?”
There is only one possibility left.
I am in a parallel world.
Even though I occasionally come across familiar-sounding names, none of the words I hear ever sound like anything I have heard before.
Of course, there is always the possibility that my knowledge is simply too limited. But at the very least, I can confirm that the language I hear does not come from any of the common languages of the West or East that I knew in my previous life.
After I learn to speak and start wandering around on my own, I begin looking for more information about my new life.
Who am I?
Who are we?
And where do we live?
The place where I live is the Kingdom of Amteric. The village where I live is located in a small territory near the border called Tagave.
My mother’s name is Anneliese, although both in my thoughts and aloud, I simply call her “Mother” or “Mama.”
And lastly, she is essentially the concubine of a prince.
Her official title, however, is First Secondary Queen Candidate.
Her background leaves her with no place in the royal palace. That is why the two of us now live in what could basically be considered a remote backwater.
According to the laws of this kingdom, I have the right to become a candidate for the throne. But since my mother is a commoner and I am merely the daughter of a “concubine,” my chances of ever gaining power are practically zero.
And with that, I simply continue living my new life in peace.
Yes, the story of my toddler years comes and goes just like that.
What else can I say?
Nothing interesting happens.
For several years, I really do little more than the usual things a toddler does.
Eat, sleep, and play.
Damn, being a child is such bliss. I have nothing, yet I’m still happy anyway. And weirdly, I’m easily amused by the smallest things too, even though I should have an adult mind. You’ll find me chasing butterflies or running after rabbits that steal the vegetables our gardener plants, more than once.
And I’m not ashamed of any of it.
I guess the body really does affect the mind.
On another note, as for the kingdom, of course it follows a feudal system. So my mother could be considered somewhat wealthy compared to ordinary commoners.
But the land given to us is only a small territory with a small population, so naturally, the taxes it brings in are not particularly substantial.
Because of that, aside from our house and the furnishings provided by the king, there are practically no other luxurious possessions that can truly be considered ours.
We do not even have enough money to hire additional servants and have to make do with the servants sent by the royal palace.
Servants who are, old enough to be approaching retirement.
Speaking of which, today, all of my servants are out buying supplies in the neighboring town. And because they need to buy quite a lot, most of them have gone together. So today, the house is quieter than usual.
There is only my mother, who is busy with her work, and me in the house.
“…”
From what I can see, she looks quite puzzled as she works on something in the study.
Which is understandable, considering that, as I have already mentioned, my mother comes from a commoner background.
She simply does not have enough education to properly manage her territory, even though her responsibilities are probably much lighter than those of people who govern larger territories.
“Hmm…”
My life as a princess is nothing like what I imagined it would be.
It is not glamorous. I cannot simply order people around, and of course, I cannot expect everything I want to be granted.
But none of that is really a problem.
Even though there are a few difficulties here and there, overall, my current life is far better than my previous one. Not materially, but emotionally.
My life is good.
Everything is going smoothly.
Though the main reason I feel that way is probably because I am still very young.
At this age, even if I make mistakes, cause trouble, or annoy my mother, she will always forgive me. She even praises me whenever I manage to do something simple, then smiles so happily whenever I call her Mama.
A smile I can no longer get from my mother in my previous life.
Mentally, I’m almost a full decade older than her, and sometimes she acts like a child herself when she plays with me. If I were still in my old body, honestly, she would be more fitting as my little sister.
But despite being young, she is truly mature.
Much more mature than I was at the same age.
When I was her age, all I did was waste my parents’ money buying things I didn’t actually need, play with my friends without paying attention to the time, and constantly make my mother worry.
I would even argue with my father and curse at him daily, despite knowing that I was the one in the wrong.
Afterward, without the slightest bit of shame, I would ask them for things while continuing to display my full-blown ungratefulness.
Some people love to imagine what they would say if they had the chance to meet their younger selves. As for me, I have no words for my younger self.
I just want to smack her on the head.
“Sus ungratwul child,”
I say to myself.
“What did you say, Amelie?”
I turn around and find my mother walking toward me.
“....”
Not wanting to answer, I simply shake my head.
“Are you hungry?”
At her question, I look toward the window and notice that the sun is already fairly high in the sky. No wonder my stomach is starting to feel a little empty.
“Umm...”
I nod.
“Then Mama will make you something.”
Without waiting for my answer, she immediately takes me into the kitchen.
Aside from the two of us, the only people left are two intimidating-looking guards stationed at the gate and an old man who takes care of the small garden behind our house. Needless to say, none of them are exactly suited for household chores.
So my mother, who is technically the lady of this place, cooks my meal herself.
I would like to help her if she lets me, but she says something about playing with fire and handling sharp objects being dangerous and only allows me to watch. Of course, I cannot understand exactly what she is saying, but at least I can tell what she is trying to convey through her gestures.
Normally, having memories of a past life should give me an advantage in many things.
But when it comes to learning a language, my knowledge actually feels like a hindrance.
A child my age should normally be quite talkative by now. But here I am, still struggling to speak because, inside my head, I still have to translate the language of this world into the language I used in my previous life.
While constantly checking the recipe, my mother cooks with all the awkwardness of a husband trying to cook for the first time in his life.
If the previous me were watching her, I would probably have already lost patience and scolded her. But the person I am now sees what she is doing as proof of how much she cares about me.
Judging by her pace, it looks like my food will still take quite a while to be ready.
Is she nervous because I am watching her?
If that’s the case, I should go outside.
And so I leave the kitchen and head to the study, which also serves as my mother’s workplace. There are piles of papers scattered all over the desk. I have thought about helping her before, but unfortunately, I do not know a thing about the writing system used in this country.
Although I can understand spoken words to some extent, when it comes to writing, I am completely illiterate because I do not even know the basics. With spoken words, I can look at the speaker’s expression and see what they are pointing at. But none of that can be applied to written language.
To practice my reading and writing, I plan to ask my mother to teach me this world’s alphabet. But with this much work on her hands, I do not know if she will even have the time.
Half an hour later, my mother finds me. Carrying a bowl, she immediately comes over to me. Then, when she tries to lead me toward a chair, I refuse to move and raise my hands, asking for the bowl she is holding.
To make sure she does not misunderstand and think I am asking her to carry me, I quickly speak with the limited vocabulary I have.
“Eat... mysef.”
Her eyes widen, but she immediately smiles and lowers herself down.
“Don’t make a mess, okay...?”
“Um...”
I nod, and she gives me the bowl.
She has a lot of work to do. Even if I cannot help her, at the very least, I can avoid wasting her time. If she can finish her work sooner, she can rest sooner too.
My mother returns to her desk and continues working. Meanwhile, I sit in the corner of the room and eat.
Looking worried, she keeps glancing at me and finally asks...
“How does it taste?”
“D-derish...”
Uwaaaah.
It is blaaaaaaaand.
Isn’t she much taller than me? I find it a little hard to believe that she cannot even take some salt and sprinkle a little of it over my lunch. Did she forget? There’s no way this is actually how the recipe is supposed to taste, right?
Unlike the strangely flavored food the servants usually make for me, this meal genuinely has no taste at all. I do not know what this dish is called, but one thing I do know for sure is that it is not supposed to taste like plain water.
“Hah....”
I want to complain, but at the same time, I just cannot bring myself to do it.
Who would have the heart to complain to someone who worked so hard to make food for you? If I had bought it from her, then of course I would complain. But I am simply receiving something she made for me without giving her anything in return for all her effort.
Never bargain with someone’s kindness.
That is one of my mottos after I lost all the goodwill my parents had shown me.
So I will not complain.
Once I finish eating, I immediately leave the room.
This brings me to the second reason why I prefer my current life. Aside from my relationships being much better here than they were in my previous life, my financial situation is also far better.
If I compare their value directly, I think the things I owned in my old world would probably be worth more than this enormous house, which is almost comparable to a castle. But in the long run, our lives are much more secure here.
Our income is not particularly large, but it is stable. If we increase the population of our territory, we could even become considerably wealthier.
Even if we are essentially commoners who suddenly became rich, we are still a royal family. So even if there are people who dislike us, there will not be any cases of bullying or anything like that. And if someone tries to scam us, that means they have effectively scammed a member of the royal family.
Our security is guaranteed, and all our needs are taken care of.
If I were some otaku soldier sent to another world, I might have already said that my life consists of eating, sleeping, and pursuing my hobbies, with everything else falling somewhere between those three.
If it were like this, I don’t think there would be any problem even if I became a NEET.
“No! No! No! No!....”
In my previous life, I was already such a useless person. If I become a useless person again here, I’ll just be trash. And trash is meant to be thrown away. Besides, I have no reason to burden my mother, who has worked so hard to raise me.
I might not be the kindest person in the world, but I know what it means to repay kindness.
Two hours later, my mother comes out of the study and heads to the kitchen, carrying my bowl. At the same time, I finish walking around and exploring the house. Since I’m still forbidden from leaving the area around the house, I usually explore my own home whenever I have nothing to do.
My house itself is already like a vampire’s mansion, with many dark rooms, but it doesn’t scare me. In fact, I’d say I enjoy things that are horror-related.
As soon as she sees me, she comes straight over to where I am still standing in the hallway, then crouches down to match my height. Her expression is unusual. This time, she doesn’t have the gentle expression she usually wears, but a serious one instead.
Is she angry because I forgot to bring my bowl back to the kitchen?
I’ll apologize. Even though I simply forgot, that kind of excuse isn’t nearly enough to get me out of trouble. Humans are better at remembering mistakes than kindness. A wise man once said, “A person is remembered not for the rules they follow, but for the rules they break.”
This kind of problem isn’t anything serious. But if I don’t apologize, she might chew me out over it. And since I still have my memories from the past, I’m not sure if my bad habits will surface and make me say something hurtful if she says something I don’t like.
Okay. Take a breath.
I absolutely don’t want my relationship with my new mother to turn bad. I don’t want my relationship with her to end up like my relationship with my mother in my old world. This mother of mine truly loves me very much, so I don’t want to do anything bad to her and repeat what I did before.
“Huuf... I... I’m... sowy...”
My mother looks at me with an absolutely flabbergasted expression.
“Why are you so tense? And why are you apologizing?”
Now I’m the one with a confused look on my face, staring back at her.
“Hey, Amelie... does Mama look scary?”
I shake my head. There’s no way anyone could say my mother looks scary. If she were scary, how could I have been born? I mean, how could a prince marry a young girl with a scary face? I don’t know the beauty standards of this world, but I’m very sure that this girl is very beautiful.
I mean, this woman is very beautiful.
Wrong! I mean, my mother is very beautiful.
Having a mother who is younger than you is a bit confusing. Even if it’s only mentally.
“Are you scared of Mama?”
Of course not. Why would I be scared of you? And why have your questions been so strange all this time?
“Then why are you lying?”
“?”
Lying? What have I lied to her about? Is this one of those cases where I haven’t done anything but still get blamed and told to apologize? If I had a sibling who badmouthed me in front of my mother, I could still understand being blamed for no reason. But I don’t have any siblings.
Ah... so that’s it.
She doesn’t trust me.
In this house, there’s no one else besides me, my mother, the servants, and the guards. If she heard something bad about me, whoever said it must be one of them. In other words, an outsider.
I lower my head and look at the floor, then let out a sigh.
“Hah...”
She trusts other people more than me, her own child. This kind of situation is nothing new. My parents in my past life were the same. They would trust the neighbors more than their own child because they thought their child wasn’t someone they could trust.
If someone said I was being naughty, did something bad to another child, or made a mistake, my parents would immediately believe it and scold me under the pretext of disciplining me. They would tell me to apologize even when I wasn’t at fault and compare me to other children they thought were far better.
My parents loved me, but I can’t say that the things they thought were no big deal had nothing to do with how I grew up to become such a twisted b*tch.
I know that kind of thing is normal. But receiving the same treatment in this new world, and even from someone I thought truly loved me, hurts quite a bit.
Is it that I can’t be trusted, or is it simply that her trust in me is too low?
Well, there’s no difference.
The result is the same.
“How was your lunch?”
“...?”
Huh? What kind of question is this?
“When you said it tasted good, you were lying, weren’t you?”
So all this time, we’ve been talking about that bland food you made? Because you gave it to me so casually, I thought you had already tasted it yourself. So you only just found out that your own cooking is bland too?
How stupid. How stupid. I’ve been thinking about all kinds of serious things, yet the topic you brought up is something this trivial?
If that’s all you wanted to talk about, I have already prepared an excuse that would definitely make you cry tears of joy.
“Mama... tired.”
How about that? Good answer, right? With an answer like that, combined with the cuteness of this little kid, I’ll make you cry a river.
“Awww...”
That’s what I was thinking, but reality turns out to be different. She pinches my left cheek.
“What are you saying?! You’re still ten years too young to be worrying about me.”
“Awww....”
And now she pulls the other one.
“And who do you think I am...?”
“Mama...”
Hearing my answer, she smiles even wider before pulling my cheeks even harder.
Please stop! I know my cheeks look soft and adorable. I even touch them myself all the time. But please stop. My cheeks are really starting to hurt.
“Yes!... I am your mama! I am your mother, so don’t do that again!!!...”
Do what exactly? I don’t remember ever throwing an extreme tantrum in front of her. Does she not like me visiting the old gardener behind the house? Does she not like it when I come home with dirty clothes? She never said anything when she saw me, so I thought it was fine. But if she doesn’t like it, I’ll stop.
“I am your mother!! You don’t have to obey everything I say! Sometimes, talk back to me! Show me that cute, sulky face of yours! If you want something, you’re allowed to throw a tantrum too! And if you don’t want to do something, I give you permission to be stubborn!”
You’re really saying something insane.
If any parent heard those words of yours, I’m sure they’d be furious with you. How could you tell a child who has been trying so hard to behave well to become naughty like that?
You think I never feel sulky? I get angry at you all the time too, and if I were allowed, I’d want to protest about so many things to you. But I hold myself back. You know why? Because I know you don’t live an easy life, and taking care of me only adds to your burdens. That’s why I try to be understanding and lighten your load.
Don’t just casually tell me to throw away all my hard work, you irresponsible mother!!!
“Feel free to act like that when I’m about to keel over! But don’t you dare act grown-up now!”
What an insensitive mother. If you want me to be naughty that badly, then I really will become a naughty child. How about this? I’ll start my naughtiness by squeezing your breasts. Do you want to feel that?
Wait a minute. Why am I thinking like some perverted old man?
“You are my child! And I am your mother! So it’s fine if you’re not perfect! If you can’t see, I’ll always guide you! If you can’t walk, I’ll carry you! If you want something, I’ll give it to you! If you don’t like something, I’ll keep it away from you! And even if you get into a fight with someone, I’ll take your side!”
Why... Why do you have to say something like that now?
I...
“And of course, if you’re in danger, I’ll protect you!! Because no matter what, I am your mother.”
How stupid!!!
I’m really stupid!!
What have I been thinking about her all this time?
What kind of evil am I? How could I think badly of someone who has protected me since birth, who loves me with all her heart and soul? How could I immediately decide that she’s a bad parent just because she didn’t act the way I expected her to?
Sob...
“Eh... why are you crying? Does your cheek hurt?”
Suddenly, my mother panics when she sees my tears starting to flow.
“I’m sorry... Mama didn’t mean to.”
The one who couldn’t trust wasn’t her, but me. Even though I had promised myself that I would start a new life and begin everything from zero, why, in this new world of mine, am I still carrying my old grudges? Why am I still carrying my bad habits? And why can’t I trust this person who loves me so much?
“Waaaaaaaa...”
“Amel...”
I hug her tightly. But because my arms are still short, I can only reach the sides of her back. Then she hugs me back and tightens her arms around me.
“I’m sorry... Mama wasn’t angry, you know... There, there... don’t cry.”
Starting today, just as she trusts me, I will also trust her. Just as she loves me, I will also love her. She is my mother, and I am her child. Whatever memories I have left from that other world have nothing to do with the life I have now.
I’ve been given a chance to be a child again, to start everything all over again, and to fix a life that could no longer be fixed before.
Therefore, starting now, I will do my best to make the person who always thinks about my happiness happy. I will give my care to those who care about me. And, of course, I will give my love to those who love me.
I will not repeat my past mistakes. I will turn my past wrongs into lessons. And in this second life of mine, I will try much harder than before.
Epilogue
Epilogue : The Bleak Knight
September, Year 894
Some people say that every ant colony has a few ants that simply laze around and do nothing at all.
Humans are the same. Whenever a group of people is given a task, there will always be some who take it seriously, some who put in only half the effort, some who are lazy about it, and even some who do nothing at all.
Naturally, these people will eventually be divided into several groups.
There are those who have talent and work hard. Those who have no talent but work hard. Those who have talent but do not work hard. And finally, those who possess neither talent nor the willingness to work hard. People who usually end up at the bottom of the organization.
This creates an organization with a highly capable upper level, a mediocre middle, and an incompetent bottom.
The founders of Yamato considered this a major problem.
What if the brilliant ideas of those at the top could not be carried out by the people on the ground? What if a general’s brilliant strategy could not be understood by his soldiers? What if the government created regulations for its people, only for everyone to misunderstand them and become dissatisfied? And what if their strongest soldiers were defeated, leaving only the weakest troops behind to defend the country itself?
After seeing all the problems caused by this pyramid-shaped structure, a group of people who were perhaps a little crazy decided to create a new system. A system where the pyramid itself was flipped, so that the higher you climbed, the more capable the people you would find.
A system in which incompetence would no longer be allowed to remain.
Yamato is the only country that takes the doctrine of “let the weak go first” to such an extreme.
In its military academies, the weakest students are the ones most likely to get into trouble.
Of course, this does not mean that weak students are treated like trash and thrown away. Instead, the weakest students are required to do more than those above them until they reach a certain standard.
For example, if you are weak in martial arts, you have to train twice as much. And if you are weak academically, you will be given more tests.
Under this system, if someone becomes lazy or refuses to put in the effort, they will suffer for it. The school will not simply leave someone at the bottom, unnoticed, allowing them to drift along with everyone else.
In other words, if you want to be lazy, you have to become exceptional first.
This system is applied not only to academics, but to the military as well.
When sending troops on an expedition, they usually send the weakest unit capable of handling the threat.
Only after they fail, or it is determined that they are incapable of completing the mission, will the next level of troops be sent in to assist them.
Under this system, weaker troops gain more experience and develop the skills they need to make up for their shortcomings. As a result, they generally do not need to sacrifice their most talented soldiers on the front lines while simultaneously hiding their true military strength.
This is completely different from Amteric, which prefers to use shock and awe as its primary weapon.
Amteric uses its strongest cards to crush its enemies and give them the impression that they have no chance of winning, pushing them toward surrender before they can even fight back.
Meanwhile, Yamato does not care if it is perceived as weak.
In fact, it prefers its enemies to think it is weak.
Normally, in Yamato, the strongest troops are only called upon when a large-scale crisis occurs. But that does not mean they are allowed to simply sit around and relax.
If their abilities are judged to be getting rusty, they are sent down to the units below them. The opposite is also true. If an individual performs exceptionally well, they are promoted without much bureaucracy getting in the way.
That is how Yamato maintains its standards.
They motivate those below to climb higher, while keeping those already at the top constantly wary of the people they once left behind.
But of course, the system is not perfect.
There are still plenty of people who choose to remain where they are, people who are overly confident in themselves, and people who lack confidence in themselves.
During peacetime, these problems are dealt with by the Reserve Forces.
If the people within the system are nails, then the Reserve Forces are the hammer that pushes them from behind, shakes their confidence, or, in some cases, gives them the confidence they need.
The Reserve Forces, in other words, the people who could be called Yamato’s trump card, are highly capable individuals whose positions are deliberately kept low.
In a sense, they are a deliberately created flaw in the system.
The concept behind their existence is simple.
“Incompetent people who can do anything.”
The Reserve Forces are people with the highest level of ability who are ordered to play the role of fools, so that those around them never stop moving forward.
They make people think things like:
“If that idiot can graduate, why can’t I?”
Or...
“If that weakling can win, then why should I lose?”
The Reserve Forces are lazy people who can always complete their assignments perfectly, stupid people who somehow always manage to pass, weak people who can defeat anyone if they really want to, and fools who are surprisingly cunning.
In other words, people like Haruki.
However, right now, it is a time of war.
The majority of them have to be deployed directly onto the battlefield. Some of them can no longer use the Reserve Forces’ usual modus operandi and are forced to take public positions instead.
And when the situation becomes truly desperate, they have no choice but to be sent directly into battle to prevent their forces from being completely destroyed.
December, Year 894
“Thank you, Haruki. If I’m still alive by the time we reach the base, I’ll defend you in the military court.”
“I’ll be counting on you.”
Just as his comrade says, Haruki really does need someone to defend him in military court. After all, he is currently disobeying his superior’s orders.
“That’s why you shouldn’t talk too much. Save your strength.”
“My strength, huh…”
The boy on Haruki’s back gives a bitter smile. No matter how much he conserves his strength, he feels like it won’t make any difference.
It feels like it isn’t just his strength that is leaving his body.
His life is slowly draining away as well.
“I’ve already called Hasumi. You’ll be fine.”
The person Haruki is carrying is his senior in the Reserve Forces. He is only two years older than Haruki, but his experience, competence, and mature personality have made him something like an older brother, not only to Haruki but to their other juniors as well.
His presence always makes his comrades feel safe. They feel that if something goes wrong, they can rely on him.
And sure enough, when they make a blunder and nearly get surrounded by the enemy, he and several of his comrades volunteer to hold the enemy back and give everyone else time to escape.
Haruki knows logically that his seniors are not magic wielders with extraordinary stamina. He knows that if everyone leaves them behind, they simply would never make it home.
But at the time, Haruki was too afraid to think about any of that.
He may be a member of an elite force, but he is still only sixteen or seventeen years old. His mind and body have been trained relentlessly, but his emotional maturity is still that of a teenager.
The moment he realizes what he has done, Haruki immediately abandons the group he is supposed to be leading and turns back toward where his seniors are.
With his physical abilities, Haruki is confident that if he can just reach them, he can help everyone escape.
“…”
At least, if he isn’t already too late.
When he finally arrives, the only person left from the small group is his closest senior, the one he is carrying now.
His senior has a hole in his abdomen, and blood continues to pour from the wound.
He is dying.
In his current condition, there is no way he can survive the fifteen kilometers still separating them from the camp.
Even with Haruki’s physical capabilities, he cannot move fast enough to save his comrade. The distance is not the only problem. The route he has to take is not a simple straight road, but a path through a forest filled with obstacles.
With a wound this severe, his senior understands that his chances of surviving are essentially zero.
Besides…
“Ahahaha… Hasumi.”
Hasumi Rin is a member of the Reserve Forces who possesses an exceptionally powerful healing ability. She can heal almost any physical injury as long as the person is not truly dead.
That knowledge is why he can laugh.
Not because he has found new hope, but because he knows that the presence of that girl will ultimately be wasted on him. It is a self-deprecating laugh.
By the time they reach the camp, he is certain that his life will already be gone. No matter how powerful her healing magic is, she cannot bring back someone who is already dead.
“Haruki, listen carefully to your senior’s final piece of advice.”
“I’ll listen to your advice after you’re healthy again.”
“Good people usually die young.”
“I don’t want to hear that!”
“That’s why, as a leader, you have to be able to think of your subordinates as nothing more than tools and numbers! Otherwise… you’ll…”
“...”
Haruki doesn’t need to look behind him to know what has just happened.
He can no longer hear his senior’s voice.
He can no longer feel his comrade’s breath against his shoulder.
He can no longer feel his heartbeat through his back.
All he can feel is his senior’s body, now limp and cold.
That day, Yuudai Ren breathed his last.
Two days later, Haruki is brought before a military court after it is proven that he abandoned his duties as the leader of a Coalition force detachment.
However, because the mission was successful and casualties were kept to a minimum, Haruki receives nothing more than a warning.
April, Year 895
“Ugh… my whole body hurts.”
“Of course it does. You almost died.”
Haruki didn’t say it expecting anyone to answer. But a response came from the girl sitting beside him as he lay there.
“Hasumi…”
His body still hurt, but the wounds themselves were already gone. All of that was thanks to the girl whose name he had just called.
“Well then, I’ll be going…”
“Wait! What about ###### and ######? Have you healed them already?”
“…”
Instead of answering immediately, Hasumi glared at Haruki as if she wanted to strangle the boy she had just healed.
She even clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails dug into her own skin, drawing blood as she struggled with all her strength to hold back her anger.
“They’re already ashes! Along with three others!”
Hasumi screamed.
“Along with…”
The moment he remembered one of the names among the casualties, Haruki’s eyes suddenly widened.
Then the tears began to flow.
Hard.
“Yonaaaaaaa… aaaaaa… hic… aaaaaaa…”
She was angry. She wanted revenge. She wanted to blame Haruki for forcing everyone to make that sacrifice.
But out of all those feelings, there were two that gripped her heart the strongest.
Grief.
And loss.
The loss of her younger sister, Yona. Who had been given the mission of saving Haruki.
“Yona…?”
A year ago, Yona had joined his platoon. They had never been particularly close, but he knew that her presence could always brighten the atmosphere of the group with her cheerful personality.
“No way… I didn’t…”
…mean to sacrifice anyone.
His magic had told him nothing about Yona’s death, nor the deaths of the other two.
He had only wanted to save his best friend from dying.
It should have ended happily when he managed to protect his friend, whose head had almost been pierced by an arrow.
Not with an ending where he failed to save anyone, and even dragged people who had nothing to do with it into his misfortune.
“How could this…?”
That day, Haruki discovered the limits of his magic.
And he also discovered that Central Command was willing to sacrifice so many people just to keep him alive.
August, Year 895
Wuuusshshhhh…
The sound of the wind rushed past Haruki’s ears.
“Rushes” might have been too gentle a word, considering how violently the wind slammed into his face at their current speed.
Right now, he was free-falling from a tall cliff with Hattori carrying him on his back. Hattori was one of Haruki’s comrades in the Reserve Forces.
The two of them were currently trying to escape from the enemy forces that had been pursuing them until just moments ago.
“Hey, Haruki. Why are you doing all this?”
Haruki’s official position in the Reserve Forces was that of a strategist.
Although he wasn’t always assigned to a position where he had to command an entire unit, his general responsibility remained the same. To guide whatever group he was assigned to toward victory while minimizing casualties on his side.
He might have had to go onto the battlefield himself, but his primary duty was to create plans and strategies for his comrades to follow and execute, even when those plans required them to risk their lives.
“You realize you can’t keep doing stupid things like this, right?”
But Haruki refused to settle for merely “minimizing” casualties on his side.
Haruki was the kind of person who considered losing even a single person a defeat, and leaving someone behind a mistake.
He was a strategist who couldn’t bring himself to think of his subordinates as nothing more than tools.
“My strategy is the most efficient.”
Ever since failing to save his senior and his other comrades, Haruki had realized that personal actions whose influence only reached a small circle of people around him were ultimately useless when viewed on a larger scale.
He couldn’t use his power to protect everyone.
People who were physically far away from him, as well as those who were emotionally distant from him, couldn’t be saved by his magic no matter how much he tried.
“By carrying out sabotage on my own, I can ensure everyone’s safety.”
And because he only had to save himself during his solo missions, Haruki could act much more freely and take risks no matter how great they might be.
“Efficient my ass! You would’ve died five times already if I hadn’t saved you!”
Haruki might have been strong and intelligent, but once the enemy surrounded him, there was only so much he could do.
Fortunately, whenever the boy found himself cornered, someone from the Reserve Forces always managed to save him.
Considering the kind of magic he possessed, perhaps Haruki was confident that he could escape death on his own.
But to his comrades, his reckless behavior constantly gave them a heart attack.
Besides, fate was something that could change.
One wrong step, and only his name might make it home.
“But hey! You came to save me!”
“You little!!!”
Zaapp…
Haruki caught an arrow aimed directly at his head with his right hand.
He did it with such ease that it almost looked as though he had known exactly when and where the arrow would fly even before it was launched.
“Don’t worry about my injuries. Let's go faster.”
Haruki’s left arm was broken and could no longer move.
To keep the injury from getting any worse, Hattori was controlling their descent rather than letting them fall at full speed. He was also using his magic to slow their fall.
Perhaps that was why someone was still able to attack them from a distance.
“If you keep doing things like this, you’ll be the one who dies first!”
And even if he didn’t, the Central Command of the Reserve Forces would give him a painful punishment.
“I know!”
After that, the two of them successfully escaped from the enemy forces.
That night, the force Haruki commanded easily captured an enemy fortress, despite having only a modest number of soldiers.
Some were wounded, but not a single one of his subordinates died.
That battle was their third easy victory in a row.
At first, they were confused about how they had managed to win so easily.
But after it happened three times, they began to think that their enemies were simply a bunch of idiots.
September, Year 895
“What do you mean by this, Takara?!”
“I should be the one asking you that, Haruki! What are you doing here?”
Haruki was supposed to be busy digging trenches at one of the fortresses near Central Command.
Not here. In Takara's office, the Generalissimo of the Coalition forces and one of Haruki’s fellow members of the Reserve Forces.
“Don’t play dumb! Why did you remove me from the Coalition forces?”
“Remove you? You were never part of the Coalition forces in the first place! You’re a member of the Yamato Reserve Forces!”
“Takaraaa!!!”
Haruki knew that Takara understood exactly what he meant.
As the person responsible for the operations of the Coalition forces and the Reserve Forces’ missions on the Amteric continent, there was no way Takara didn’t understand why Haruki felt the need to yell at him.
“Hahh???... You still don’t understand after being punished this blatantly? Or are you just refusing to understand?”
This time, Haruki said nothing. He could only clench his fists.
First.
Central Command didn’t want its soldiers to become dependent on Haruki.
“You’re having a bad influence on the troops you command.”
Because Haruki always sabotaged the enemy beforehand, the forces under his command were consistently able to win relatively easily.
On paper, that sounded like a good thing.
But what he did ended up causing the soldiers under him to develop a tendency to underestimate the enemy and believe that their own abilities were greater than they actually were.
With that in mind, the higher-ups in Yamato ordered Takara to keep Haruki out of battles that they didn’t consider critical.
“Don’t mess with me! What kind of stupid reason is that?”
“They also don’t want to risk you getting killed on the battlefield.”
“Hahh???”
Second.
Central Command didn’t want to risk losing Haruki.
According to the information they had received, this particular attack was to be led by a general from Hispain who was famous for never having lost a battle.
The problem was that, unlike Haruki, who used clever and solid strategies to minimize casualties, the only strategy this general knew was to attack the enemy with overwhelming numbers.
“On top of that, he’s known for refusing to listen to advice from anyone.”
If Haruki dared to give his opinion, he would most likely just end up being sent straight to the front lines.
And if the man saw what Haruki was capable of, he would find some way to make the boy serve under him.
By force, if necessary.
And third.
Central Command wanted to punish Haruki by making him do nothing but watch his friends fall on the battlefield without being able to do anything about it.
Just as Hattori had said, Haruki finally received his bitter punishment.
Three days later, Haruki received a report that three members of the Reserve Forces and sixty-four Coalition soldiers had been killed in battle.
Hundreds more were seriously wounded.
And forty had suffered permanent injuries.
April, Year 896
After receiving his punishment from Central Command, Haruki decided to stop trying to get close to anyone so that his magic would not activate. The boy decided to become the person his senior had once asked him to be.
A leader who could regard the people under him as nothing more than tools and numbers.
Now, he could send his subordinates forward without hesitation. He could also sacrifice several people without difficulty for the sake of the “greater good.” The sight of dozens of coffins containing the bodies of his subordinates being sent home could no longer make him feel anything.
The Haruki Youta of today is a strategist without feelings, efficient in carrying out his missions.
“Haruki Youta, is it true that you assassinated Duke Aidan Pearse?”
Or at least, that was what the higher-ups in Yamato expected him to become.
“Aidan Pearse is a greedy man with no principles, someone who sides with no one except himself.”
Duke Pearse of Amteric was a man whose greed knew no bounds. Throughout the conflict between Amteric and the Coalition forces, he profited from selling weapons from Albion and Hispain to all sides.
Given that background, it was hardly surprising that the man wanted the conflict to continue. He frequently provoked the rulers of neighboring territories into joining the fighting, and he had no qualms about deliberately creating problems and turning the people around him against one another, all so that he could reap greater profits.
If this man were removed from the conflict, the territory under his control could be stabilized with relative ease.
“Did you receive an order from Central Command, the Reserve Forces, or from the royal family?”
“No. I did it of my own accord.”
Hearing this, Haruki’s fellow reserve-force members wore bitter expressions. Meanwhile, the higher-ranking officials attending his military trial were both furious and confused.
“Next! Is it true that you gave false information to the Hispain allied forces, causing them to suffer heavy casualties?”
“They tried to do the same thing to the Yamato forces. I simply turned the situation arou…”
“Last one!”
Haruki wanted to explain his justification, but the prosecutor immediately cut him off.
“Is it true that you incited a civil war in the Kingdom of Divos?”
“Yes.”
“Haaaah…”
The prosecutor’s job was, as the name suggested, to prosecute the accused and seek justice. But in this case, he was far from pleased with how Haruki didn’t even attempt to defend himself.
“Are we done?”
Haruki once became someone who simply obeyed the orders of his superiors. He once became someone who tried to win battles by any means necessary.
But that effort didn’t last long.
A year later, he became a strategist who consistently twisted his superiors’ orders to protect the soldiers under his command.
It was hardly surprising. If this boy had been someone who could have been changed so easily by the battlefield, he would never have tried to save his friend in the first place.
“What punishment are you going to give me?”
Honestly, Haruki didn’t mind even if they sentenced him to death on the grounds that he had become a traitor to his own country. He regretted that it would make his parents sad, but as someone who had already been responsible for the deaths of so many people, he believed that such a punishment was just.
He wanted a punishment equal to his sins.
The boy was sick of ordering his subordinates to die. He was tired of sacrificing other people to save his friends. And he was tired of killing people for his own interests.
Haruki didn’t want to become a monster anymore.
“Your punishment is…”
June, Year 897 (Present)
“Ugh… my head hurts.”
Haruki opens his eyes to find his body aching, with his head and eyes hurting just as badly. Aside from the physical injuries inflicted by the enemy, the pain also comes from overusing his magic.
“What time is it…”
When Haruki tries to sit up, he suddenly realizes that someone is tightly holding his left hand.
“Amelie?... ah…”
Gently, Haruki slips his hand free from the girl’s grasp.
Seeing Amelie asleep while sitting up, with only half of her body resting on his bed, Haruki wants to do more and put her in a more comfortable position. But his upper body hurts too much for him to hold the girl beside him, whom he can normally lift with ease.
“Ugh… no wonder!”
He holds his shoulder, chest, and stomach. Haruki can feel a diagonal cut running from his left shoulder all the way down to his right waist beneath the bandages wrapped around his body. It is an injury he received after trying to protect a coalition soldier.
“I hate this half-baked magic of mine!”
The wound itself has already been stitched and bandaged. For first aid, the treatment is fairly clean and thorough. Unfortunately, none of it can do anything about the pain he is feeling. The fact that he is already conscious and able to move just one day after being treated is proof that magic users really are a special breed of human.
“Mnghh… Haruki…”
Perhaps because Haruki is moving around too much, Amelie wakes from her restless sleep. And the moment she opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is Haruki looking like he is in pain.
“D-don’t move too much! Your wounds might open again!”
Panicking, Amelie immediately stands up and gently pushes Haruki back onto the bed.
“If you need anything, just tell me.”
Seeing the worried expression on the girl’s face, Haruki cannot argue and decides to lie back down as she tells him to. Then, feeling a little awkward, he looks for something else to talk about.
And the topic he chooses is…
“Is Erwin okay?”
A topic that really does not need to be brought up.
“You don’t have to worry. He’s fine! Right now, he’s helping the medical staff treat the other wounded soldiers.”
“Ahahaha, I knew it.”
Not only is his childhood friend perfectly fine, but he is also already busy helping other people.
“I’m really jealous of him.”
As everyone has already seen, Erwin is not only martially gifted but also highly inventive. On top of that, his knowledge is so extensive that there is practically nothing he cannot accomplish when he takes things seriously. Haruki believes that his childhood friend has the ability to single-handedly put an end to the rebel forces’ resistance if he really wanted to.
Unfortunately. Or perhaps fortunately? That is something he will not do, because the consequences would be far too severe.
“Me too…”
Amelie says it quietly.
“Amelie…”
If only she were stronger, Amelie could have helped Haruki on the front lines and prevented him from suffering such severe injuries in the first place. If she had more knowledge, she would not have needed to wait for the medical team and Erwin to provide more meaningful treatment.
Amelie feels that her contribution to this battle is so small that her participation seems almost meaningless.
“But Haruki, you managed to do something that only you could do.”
Erwin has many talents, but leading people is not something he excels at or particularly enjoys. He can do it, but he is not an expert at it.
The boy is the kind of person who is at his strongest when he is alone.
Haruki, on the other hand, becomes stronger the more companions he has.
“You did everything you could!”
Humans can make plans, but the one who determines the outcome is the one above…
“No! I didn’t do everything I could!”
“Huh?”
“I could have done more, but…”
But he didn’t.
His magic could have done more, but he deliberately chose not to use it for other people. He deliberately ran away from his responsibilities to protect his own mental state.
And in the end, everyone he could have protected ended up beneath the ground.
“Haruki…”
Amelie wants to make the boy feel better, but she doesn’t know what to say. She understands that Haruki feels responsible for the deaths of their comrades in the Coalition forces. What she doesn’t understand is WHY he feels responsible for all of it.
The boy says that he “could have” saved them. But it’s obvious that Haruki doesn’t want to talk about it any further.
“I’m sorry…”
Because of that, rather than using words, Amelie chooses to express her feelings through her actions instead. She moves onto Haruki’s bed and sits beside him before imitating what her mother used to do whenever she wanted to comfort her.
The girl gently hugs Haruki.
“…Amelie…”
Haruki tries to push her away. But Amelie completely ignores him. Instead, she tightens her embrace and gently presses Haruki’s head against her chest.
She doesn’t say anything.
But perhaps that is exactly what Haruki needs right now.
A moment of peace.
Not long afterward, Haruki wraps his arms around the girl’s waist and hugs her tightly in return.
†††
Even though many people are gathered there, the only sounds that can be heard are the cries of a few people, the flapping of birds flying north, and the sounds of insects beginning to emerge as summer arrives.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Haruki, Erwin, and Amelie are currently standing at the back of the fortress, where the area has been turned into a makeshift cemetery.
The mass burial of those who died in the battle is completed before sunset, but even though night has already fallen, many soldiers are still coming to pay their final respects to their comrades.
Among them are the princess of Amteric and her two childhood friends.
However, unlike the others, they are not here for any particular person. They simply kneel in front of the burial grounds, close their eyes, and clasp their hands in front of their chests.
Praying for everyone who has fallen in battle.
Since both sides are busy tending to their casualties, no one is worried about the enemy suddenly launching an attack right now.
If you look toward the rebel forces’ camp, you can see a large fire burning and illuminating the area around it.
The fire is not the result of an attack by the Coalition forces.
It is a bonfire built to cremate their fallen comrades, because they either do not have enough land or simply do not want to bury their dead in unfamiliar soil.
Those whose homes are close enough may have their bodies sent back.
But for those who are too far away and cannot be returned home, their bodies are burned, and only their ashes are sent back instead. If they are able to, that is.
“You’ve already saved many people. Focus on those who are still alive.”
The first to raise his head and stand up is Erwin. The boy pats Haruki on the shoulder before leaving his two childhood friends behind. Lecturing Haruki is the last thing Erwin thinks he needs to do right now.
That is why he wants to give the boy some time to think things through on his own.
“Haruki…”
The next to stand is Amelie.
But unlike Erwin, the girl chooses to stay with the boy beside her. She thinks that leaving Haruki alone while he is depressed will only allow his negative thoughts to sink deeper.
That is why she wants to remain beside the boy who is both her senior and her childhood friend.
“Come on, let’s go ba…”
Just as Amelie is about to pat Haruki on the shoulder and ask him to leave, a loud voice suddenly echoes through the area, causing the people around them to turn toward the two of them.
“Don’t get cocky!”
And the person shouting is Butsuma, who, just like them, has only just finished saying his final farewells to several of his men.
“I’m the one in charge here! You’re nobody!”
Haruki may be the one who came up with the idea and the strategy.
But as the man says, Butsuma is the one who holds authority over everyone here.
He is the one who decided to accept Haruki’s idea, and he is the one who ordered his men to carry out the strategy.
Not Erwin.
Not Haruki.
Himself.
And only himself.
“...”
Haruki himself does not react, but Amelie, who has been worried about him all this time, finally manages a small smile.
Butsuma’s words may sound harsh and arrogant, but you do not have to be particularly smart to realize that the man is trying to make it clear that what happened is his responsibility.
It seems that Amelie and Erwin are not the only ones who care about Haruki.
Not long afterward, the two of them finally leave as well.
Perhaps because so many people are still busy dealing with the aftermath of their battle against the rebel forces, the corridor Amelie and Haruki take on their way back to their respective rooms is not very crowded. Aside from the two of them, only a few people occasionally pass by.
Making the atmosphere between them very quiet.
Too quiet, even.
“Don’t you want to ask me anything?”
Haruki breaks the silence.
“Ask you about what?”
Amelie answers without looking at the boy beside her.
Haruki looks at the girl with an expression that seems to ask, Are you stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?
“…”
In response, Amelie guesses the exact unspoken question on his mind and finally decides to speak.
“Do you want me to ask about your secret as a member of some elite force? Or your secret about how you’ve been spying on me all this time?”
“Both…”
Amelie stops for a moment before finally looking directly into Haruki’s eyes.
“Honestly, I’ve been suspicious for a long time. But I guess this confirms it.”
Yamato Military Academy is an institution that places great importance on meritocracy. Competence is the most important thing there.
And for some reason, Haruki is allowed to remain there despite his grades and behavior being far from what could be considered good. He looks even more foolish than every fool in the history of the academy.
You do not have to be a genius to realize that there is something behind his situation.
“When I saw the barbed wire, I was genuinely shocked.”
In all the records of battles she has studied in history books, she has never once encountered the use of such an object on a battlefield.
In other words, its use must have only begun recently. So recently that it has not yet made its way into the reports and textbooks used by the Yamato Military Academy.
On top of that, she notices many uniformly sized boxes stacked in one corner of the fortress. Something that indicates that the Coalition forces have already standardized the transportation of their supplies.
Barbed wire is something she mentioned accidentally while talking with Haruki.
And the standardization of transportation is something she wrote for her graduation thesis.
Which, once again…
She has only just talked about it with Haruki personally.
So how could all of these things already exist on the battlefield?
There is only one answer.
“I’m a member of the reserve forces, and I have been tasked to keep tabs on you”
And the boy reports the contents of their daily conversations to his superiors whenever he deems something useful.
“The Reserve Forces?”
Of course, Haruki could not possibly have reunited with Amelie by coincidence. The higher-ups in Yamato decided that his punishment for everything he has done on the battlefield is to return to the academy, play the fool there, and, finally, become a spy tasked with watching Amelie and squeezing every bit of information he can get from the girl.
“A secret military division hidden from the public.”
“Ehh… so you guys are basically secret agents, huh?”
“Secret agents?”
“Ahahahaha…”
Amelie simply laughs and refuses to explain what she means by “secret agents.”
“That’s it? That’s your only reaction? You do realize I’ve been lying to you this whole time, right? I deceived you! I used you!”
The main reason Amelie enters the Military Academy and takes its field examinations is to help Haruki graduate.
But not only does the boy actually not need anyone’s help, he doesn’t even want it.
And Amelie has spent not only her energy, but also her time and mental effort, and has even put her own life in danger for this very goal.
A goal that was never necessary.
A goal that was all for nothing.
“You have every right to be angry with me and hate me!!!”
All the time she had wasted on Haruki could have been used to pursue her own dreams instead.
Rather than spending it chasing after Haruki, only to end up being used by him.
“If you had never entered the Military Academy, you wouldn’t have had to suffer.”
Throughout her time at the Military Academy, Amelie constantly faces discrimination from her classmates and even some of the teachers who teach there.
On top of that, the Military Academy itself is a harsh environment, and the strain it places on her is not merely physical. It also takes a toll on her mental well-being.
And then there is her participation in the accelerated program, too.
The burden placed on her young body was even greater than that of a regular student.
“Haruki…”
Amelie looks at Haruki’s face and finds him wearing an expression as though he is the one whose every effort has become meaningless after pouring out all his blood and sweat.
And that makes her realize that perhaps, for him, seeing Amelie struggle like this is painful.
“Ehehehe…”
Haruki may be older than her, but even so, he is not yet fully grown. Because of that, he cannot cleanly separate his personal and professional matters into two unrelated parts.
He is a member of the Reserve Forces, but he is also Amelie’s childhood friend, someone who cares for her and loves her like family.
Naturally, seeing the girl who has worked so hard to help him struggle through life at the Military Academy hurts him.
“Haruki, kneel.”
“Huh?”
“Just kneel.”
Not knowing what Amelie wants, Haruki obeys and kneels before her.
“You’re overthinking all this.”
It is true that Amelie entered the Military Academy to pursue Haruki. But it is completely wrong to say that this is her only reason for going there.
She did it for herself too, of her own free will.
Amelie wanted to try something new. At the same time, she wanted to prove to the people who sneered at her that she was better than all of them.
“I’m not going to hate you over something that trivial.”
Amelie reaches for Haruki’s head and begins stroking his hair.
Like a mother telling her child that it’s okay after he breaks a plate.
“Trivial?”
“Yes. Something trivial.”
Amelie is a political hostage. She has already prepared herself for the possibility of having her life monitored twenty-four hours a day by people from Yamato.
When she came there, she even expected to be interrogated about the internal affairs of her homeland.
So finding out that Haruki is the one carrying out all those duties does not surprise her very much.
If anything, she is grateful.
Being watched over by Haruki is far better than being watched by someone she does not know.
“You said you were using me? I was doing the same thing.”
Haruki’s presence makes her feel safe even while surrounded by people who hate her. And although the boy tries to hide it, Amelie knows that behind the scenes, Haruki has been protecting her from the more extreme members of the student body.
She still remembers the day Haruki ran around everywhere looking for the shoes her classmates had hidden.
She also remembers how the provocateur who had rallied many of the students into bullying her was suddenly caught violating the academy’s rules and expelled after Haruki uncovered his secret.
Whenever several people try to corner her, the boy is always there to help her turn the situation around.
And there is so much more.
“Thank you! My Bleak Knight”
Her time at the Military Academy is certainly not easy. She experiences plenty of hardships there.
But the time she spends at the academy is far from wasted.
Amelie gains a great deal of new knowledge. She learns how to defend herself and use weapons. She also learns more about their world and the geopolitical situations of various regions.
All of that is something she needs if she wants to develop her territory further in the future.
And of course, the time she spends with Haruki is enjoyable too.
That is why she does not regret joining the Military Academy.
“Too bad…”
Everything has an end.
Tomorrow, their reunion will come to an end.
And Amelie has to return to her own country.