Ex Strongest Swordsman Longs For Magic In Different World

745 The Narrow Room Between Dream And Present

- I had a dream.

It's some day, girl's dream.

It's such a dream that it's too mediocre and there's nothing special about it.

The girl's routine was mediocre.

From the given standpoint, is it surprisingly mediocre, and what was not mediocre was that I had a friend who was a little out of age and a little unusual?

It is part of the girl's routine to talk to that friend in a vain large courtyard, but it will still not be out of the mediocre domain.

And it was such a mediocre day that it was spreading there as a dream sight.

The girl and her friend are talking, everyday without any weird philosophy.

However, although the routine was mediocre, the friends themselves were not mediocre.

Dark hair, dark eyes.

There was only one friend around the girl holding that color in her hair and eyes.

The girl loved her eyes and hair very much and loved her friends.

That's why it was mediocre, but also very important, time to talk to friends.

Most importantly, that doesn't mean he was doing something special.

As I mentioned earlier.

There was no weirdness of any kind, it came to be mediocre, and yet it was only a special time for the girl.

... No.

Is it accurate that you thought it was mediocre?

It was, in every sense,

That time I thought it was mediocre, because one day it suddenly disappeared.

I wasn't sure about the little girl, but apparently the girl's friend had to go somewhere because she had important business to do.

After that day, the girl was never visited again by a mediocre time that was supposed to have been special.

It was only then that I learned that the surroundings had become noisy instead and that the girl's routine was not mediocre.

I've never seen my parents' faces before, and I've never known that it wasn't all mediocre to be alone when I went to bed, alone when I ate, or alone when I did anything.

But the girl never missed it.

At least in the girl, because that was normal and mediocre.

But, or maybe that was one of the reasons.

Because I've done everything by myself, not... because I've learned that there are people who aren't even allowed to do that.

In that sense, the girl was still not mediocre.

Because of her unusual days, the girl had different values from many in her country.

As much as I want to do something about them, I think so.

Or... maybe it was redemption.

The girl didn't know.

Because I thought I was mediocre, I thought that my friend must be mediocre, too.

But it wasn't.

Friends could not even be mediocre to a girl and were even abused.

Regardless, even if I had noticed, there would have been nothing a girl could have done.

But you were supposed to be a dear friend, but it doesn't make any difference that you didn't notice anything and couldn't do anything.

So I wanted to do something about it.

All of them.

I didn't have the strength to do that... but still.

That's what I thought, from the bottom of my heart, that I wanted to do something about it.

So...

- No, I had a dream somewhere someday.

"- To? Why, is...?

The moment Cecilia raised her confused voice was not caused by the dream she had just had.

He said he understood that he was just dreaming, because the place where he woke up was not one of the inns.

There it was, outside.

Besides, it's a familiar place.

It is the place I was just dreaming about.

It was the courtyard of the castle.

"This, too, is not a dream, is it...?

I scratched my cheek to try it and it usually hurt.

Even try to gently scratch the back of your hand, it still hurts normally.

Definitely reality.

But it was also impossible.

To enter the castle courtyard, it is always necessary to enter through the castle gate once into the castle.

But Cecilia had no memory of knocking around the castle gate.

Maybe there are other ways, but at least Cecilia doesn't know how to get there otherwise and there's no way she can come here without knowing how to get there.

Above all, Cecilia slept until earlier.

Cecilia doesn't have the stunt to travel somewhere while she's asleep, so it shouldn't be possible to wake up here.

Besides, I'll point my gaze at the sky.

The darkness of the night was still spreading there, indicating that not so much time had passed since I fell asleep.

The castle gate is naturally closed at night, and the guard gatekeeper stands.

Or rather, security is stricter at night.

At night there is also a limit to guarding the castle, for it will inevitably harden the outside.

There is no reason for a sleeping Cecilia to sneak in, but Cecilia is here now as a matter of reality.

"... what does that mean?

I whine to still think calmly about unanswered questions.

The status quo is unknown, but that's why we need to calm down.

So I didn't expect an answer to that whine from the beginning - but then, accidentally, the footsteps sounded on the spot.

That is, someone showed up on this occasion… moment, no way, the word passes Cecilia's head.

Cecilia liked this time of year, although she had never told anyone.

At this hour, when the night is deeper, the world is quieter, and the world is left alone.

Being bawling in this courtyard at this hour, it was as if the night had taken shape, because a friend had come to me.

I've been seeing my friends for an overwhelmingly longer time, but I still feel like I can see my friends at this time of year, which is why I liked them.

The first time I met her was also about a day like this when it came to it.

Somehow I woke up and couldn't sleep as I was, and when I came to the courtyard and looked out at the sky, she showed up.

Yeah, like right now...

- Why are you here? Well, you've decided, haven't you?

But.

Naturally, the person who showed up, it wasn't her.

But at the same time, he's not a stranger.

Someone who knows Cecilia well in a way... that's why I couldn't hide my surprise.

"Become...!? Why……!?

"So you're saying it's settled, right? You're here and I'm here for the same reason. - Because I called it in. So, do I need to go out of my way to say why? Hey, my sister."

Isaac Veritas, Second Prince of the Kingdom of Veritas.

A man, also his own brother, stood there with a thin grin on his mouth.