"….Ugh,"
"It's okay—It's okay__ si…oh?"
"Ha… Ugh, ugh…"
"Have you come to your senses?"
The voice faintly ringing in my ears becomes increasingly clearer.
The first thing you feel is the pain that envelops your entire body.
She opened her eyes with dizzying pain that would have made anyone else foam at the mouth and faint, and slowly lifted the blanket and raised her upper body.
"Who is this guy? What… would you do to me."
Did she…? Her words fell after that.
Because there is something much bigger than the darkened vision of one side. Because he disappeared from her.
The first thing I felt was a sense of discomfort.
As expected, she couldn't get used to the feeling of losing her left eye and having her field of vision cut in half.
More important than that.
My body is heavy.
Her arms and legs, which would normally be as light as a feather, felt as if they were wearing massive pieces of metal.
"Ah…are you…?"
A weak woman who lost all of her magic power and was left with only the strength to even make a fist.
She looked down for a moment at her arm, which was covered in hideous scars, with stunned eyes.
The warrior looked at the man in turn with eyes that seemed to demand an explanation.
In her mind, it seems like she already knows the answer. It was almost like grasping at straws.
I sincerely pray that it was all a dream.
However. The girl's wishes could not change the cruel reality.
And the result was, of course.
" In addition to being poisoned, mana was leaking from the circuit. Rather than losing all my arms and legs. The lower part of the neck because I thought it would be better to lose the sense of magic. All magical circuits except the heart were removed."
"That…what…"
"I'm sorry. Because the situation was too urgent to wait for your consent."
"…Ah,"
She couldn't say anything. He repeated licking his lips.
It was a path I had devoted my entire life to.
Her only asset was her swordsmanship, which she had developed through hard work.
Swinging a sword like that suddenly became one with life, and I didn't even think about it disappearing.
I don't even know how many misfortunes and fortunes I have experienced. I taxed my body and pushed my mind to its limits. Well, if I didn't do that, I wouldn't have been able to become a hero. I have always walked that path until now.
But what he is saying now is that there are semi-permanent aftereffects. obstacle. It was no different from saying something like that. And no matter how minor the disability may be, it has a huge impact on the ability to swing a sword.
It wasn't enough that he lost his place as a warrior.
Everything I built up has now lost all meaning.
For humans, the swordsman's body may shake at critical moments if even a single finger is not moved properly, starting from the smallest point of view. The man seemed to have read her fears. But I added something. Her ears couldn't hear anything right now.
My heart hurts.
My nose is spicy. My ears are clogged. All I can hear is the sound of my heart pounding.
therefore.
sword,
Anymore. I can't swing it.
…I am the warrior.
Amelia's mind turns white as she accepts that assurance. Suddenly, tears start to fall from underneath my eyes that I can't see. The immense emptiness that she had never experienced before and the greater fear that lay ahead tore her heart to pieces.
"…"
Now, her appearance, which always maintained a confident attitude even though she was born as a commoner, has disappeared completely.
Lethargic, with fallen eyes. Hands shaking.
"That's right…that's right. That would be better than losing both an arm and a leg… Yeah."
"If I had found it a little sooner, I think I would have saved at least one leg… but it was still too much for my skills."
"…No, yes… It's not my fault."
"…"
"You, for me. That's why you took such… measures."
There was a faint tremor in her voice.
Because it's in front of a benefactor. It was my pride that I couldn't show tears.
"Yes… the injury that caused you to lose your arms and legs ended with you simply putting down your sword and giving up your magic, so I have nothing to say to you other than gratitude."
The title changed from 'your guy' to 'you' in an instant.
She stared at the floor for a few seconds with eyes reminiscent of the deep sea. As time passed, she slowly unwrapped the bandage on her arm and began to take a look at her condition.
"…What about this arm?"
"Probably. You may never be able to lift anything heavy again. I will have to manage it well from now on."
A wound where the flesh was almost forced together.
There are traces of sawdust being removed and festering wounds being treated. Even now, as soon as I remove the bandage, I see blood flowing. It must be a treatment with a special magic.
Her forearm, which was pierced with an
I didn't want to see any more.
I tried to tie the bandage again with emotionless eyes.
"…ugh,"
I don't have the strength to do that.
Blood bursts out again from my trembling hands.
There wasn't even a healthy part of my fingers. Knots, nodes, and bandages were carefully wrapped. It was fixed as if it could never be loosened.
Even though I gritted my teeth and wrapped my arms around them until they trembled as if I had received an indescribable insult, I could not tie them up like I had done before.
First, wrap a bandage around your arm and insert a finger. All you have to do is put the rest of the bandage in there. Right now, even a 7-year-old child will be able to do it without any problem.
I can barely hold the bandage that is left behind with trembling hands.
Lips clenched to endure pain,
It's like I can't do it alone. It seemed as if he was unable to back down due to his last pride and was trying to hold on somehow.
To begin with, she didn't even have the strength to lift a glass of water. It was a struggle to even have the strength to hold my arms up, or even to keep them fixed.
Unable to see her like that, he took the bandage and wrapped it for her.
"This is how you do it."
"…Ah,"
She watched as a new bandage was slowly applied, and after some time had passed, the area around her eyes began to regain vitality.
The first emotion that entered those empty eyes was a bit of shame and surprise.
"This… To this extent… I know… how to… do it."
"It's done. Don't solve it again next time. Anyway, since this is a special bandage, it is difficult to wrap it again."
"Ah, ah…"
The woman's expression became slightly gloomy. He said he would fix what he had done, but he must have been disappointed in himself for not being able to even put the bandage back on.
"…I'm sorry for yelling."
"It's okay."
"…Could you please leave room for me? I started to feel drowsy."
"Yes. I'm going hunting, so you'd better not move."
"…I understand"
Sweet.
After that, I walked out the door without looking back.
What followed was a sad, wet cry coming from the crack in the door.
"Ugh… Ugh, breath… Ugh… Ugh…"
For now, I feel solemn. I decided to leave the place.
Until her cries were drowned out by the sound of the rain.
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A cold wind was coming through the windows.
It was an unfamiliar sight, a neat room with wooden furniture. She's never stayed in a place like this where commoners live these days.
There, a man with black hair and red eyes was taking care of her.
It remained even in my blurry memories. This man's face.
And the bandage wrapped around the arm and the faint lingering scent that remained after drinking the potion.
Even without asking a question, I could tell that she was treated with utmost sincerity.
"…clothes,"
ah.
These are the clothes I wore for the first time.
The reason I knew that right away. The size is large. In many ways, it is so large that when the wind blows, even harsh places can be seen at once.
The armor… probably turned into a rag. Somewhere. Should I stay there?
no way. Could it be that they followed the wreckage to this place? I wanted to, but The place she was away from in the first place was the center of hell.
Getting it out of there and moving it to a safe place like this… In some ways, it's almost like a miracle.
"Anyway… Where is this."
The only scenery outside the window is trees.
What's more, they built this shabby cabin at a fairly high place. The wind was also quite strong.
Shouldn't I go out and have a look, even if it's just outside?
She was limping, leaning on one wall. After walking a few steps. Immediately, I took a deep breath.
"…ha, huh… hu…."
weird.
Normally, it would be normal to walk a few steps without difficulty.
As soon as I move my body, it's as if my body goes off with an emergency light. All my muscles screamed.
But I couldn't give up.
Rehabilitation.
Even though he said he could never hold a sword again.
There was a reason why she had to pick up the sword again.
Because I have to do my part.
Otherwise. It is eventually abandoned. are eliminated In the end, you may lose the people who believed in you.
Amelia has always lived with this obsession.
Just in case, he came to me first. A desire to absolutely not disappoint the person who gave him a chance that may never happen again.
It was a kind of mental illness, an obsession.
From the beginning.
A potion that could heal her wounds, a precious bandage of unknown identity, etc.
The debt that had to be repaid was already enormous.
But actually. She could not even walk a few steps on her own.
"...."
After that, Amelia tried to move her body again, like walking, using light magic, or anything else that came to mind. Everything failed repeatedly.
If I got up, I fell headlong to the floor in just a few steps. The magic didn't even react at all.
Then, my back started to break out in a cold sweat, and even my vision began to darken. It proved her helplessness.
"…"
Eventually, she returned to the bed and was just staring blankly at the ceiling as if she had lost consciousness.
What you can do.
nothing. does not exist.
If things continue like this, not even a single servant will be able to do their job.
authority? The name Amelia is now subject to state execution.
I don't know why he saved himself…
"…Ugh,"
Thinking such negative thoughts gives me a headache.
she is. I am being chased.
If you know what's alive. The knights must include his old colleagues. He will come all the way here to kill himself.
If so…. now her life has been saved. It was as if it had already been decided that the man would be killed as well.
"…Even if it was just to report me now."
at last. She can't resist anything.
Even if a knight bursts into this room right now. It was clear that she would be overpowered without even being able to lift a finger.
She looked down at her hands again with trembling eyes.
Fingers full of signs of being torn and regenerated several times. His arms were trembling, as if even holding them was too much. Lips clenched, barely able to bear the pain.
Now, beyond the question of whether to repay him or not.
With a body like this, Amelia had to completely turn men's hearts towards her.
By any means possible.
If this continues, he gets tired of her. What if we continue to show this side of ourselves?
"…ugh."
I could imagine a future so cruel that it gave me goosebumps.
That much should be avoided.
again. To see their faces.
It would be better to pluck out the other eye myself.
and then. What soon came before my eyes.
A potion bottle was placed on the table.
To be exact, with the lid open. There was one bottle that looked as if it had been drunk and put back in the middle.
"…?"
She reflexively felt that illness and instinctively touched my lips. I soon realized that it was moist.
Sticky body fluid.
It was as thin and thin as a spider's web, and it felt as if my lips had overlapped with someone's just a few minutes ago.
"…this."