Chapter 187: Power of Light (1)

While making Adre go ahead Knight runs through the schoolyard.

While twisting the expression in pain.

Not that the body hurts, not that consuming stamina either.

...What is wounded is the heart.

Maybe Leas collapsed that way was her own fault? Because she thought so.

Knight, Grace, a while after transferring to the school arranged so Leas could get used to the surroundings.

Thanks to that the time she contacts others also increased, and she naturally put on smiles more often.

Good, she thought from the heart.

She was relieved from the heart, and wanted her to smile more and more.

Of course she perceived Leas is aiming for a person more stubborn and unshakable, like a hero who can protect everything.

The wound of her heart she did not understand in letter exchanges became a compulsion of ’must be so’ and changed the human named Leas Lott.

She thought sad, and also thought why could she not notice earlier.

But Leas showed growth without losing to that wound and the weight of the ideal.

She became quite dignified compared to the time she met a year ago, and even the studies she was that bad at have reached a level of cutting into the school’s upper ranks. Then she will not deny her ideal.

But because her root has not changed. A face that seems lonely when alone, because unchanged from the time she was innocent and pure, she thought she will help a little.

Saying ’dignified and cool’ sounds good, but she arranged so she who was thought ’seems cold and scary’ from humans with thin interaction can interact with others more and more. Then after easy, originally a straightforward and cute child, there is no way she cannot make friends.

Ah, she thought this solves.

With the ideal she should aim and the happy days Leas herself likes, better make peace with past and now.

Not denying the past, not denying now, because both are the girl named Leas Lott, if she slowly mixes and grows she would be happy.

The result is this.

Because the days until now were happy she ends up fearing losing, and as a result the ideal she thought ’must be so’ and the pride of Sacred who is ally of justice someone became a weight. 𝖋𝘳ℯ

As a result Leas’s heart softened by warm days could not endure and was crushed.

Did she mistake something again. Recalling the little-sister-like who vomited and cried-laughed Knight also seems about to cry.

Ah, what is this. She moved thinking she wants her to become happy, the result is the reverse.

If this kind of thing better not reach a hand, Leas alone.

(No, no, no! There cannot be a mistake!) ℯℓ.

She holds anger at her own thinking.

Only herself continues enduring fine, continues fighting fine. There cannot be thinking that kind of making the heart stubborn is correct.

Aiming for the ideal is fine. If for growing, becoming a new self.

But while shaving off her own happiness continuing to save someone other than herself. Then is it not like a machine.

(Therefore.)

Leas’s tears and suffering. Never a wasteful thing, not a failure she believes.

Suffer and cry, at the end she wants her to look back at her own way of being.

As a result even if she abandons fighting as Sacred Knight had no intention of blaming.

If the conclusion at the end of thinking through is a thing ’already cannot fight’ she will respect that. Conversely if trying to fight forcibly with only a sense of duty without thinking anything she intends to scold full power like the past.

Therefore this fight she ends with Knight’s hand.

To laugh at that child ’see, therefore I said believe your sister’ and have the heart healed slowly.

Therefore.

"...I will stop you here, Alter Native."

Toward Alter about to attack Livy she slammed holy flames, and Knight faced Alter.

Lining up beside Adre flowing blood from the ears she readies the holy sword Galatina without carelessness.

Alter who avoided the flames. A distance about four or five meters away.

Far from the sword’s range, but a position too close for a rear-guard magician to stand single. Even slow-footed Knight can easily close the range.

Therefore a good opportunity? No way.

If an opponent who carelessly comes forward there would not have been Princess Altina abducted a year ago.

"Came. What about Saber? Hiding and assassinating. I do not think a woman of that disposition."

"Ohohoho! What do you say. The likes of you I alone am enough!"

While laughing high she glances at Adre, and he slowly shook his head.

They had not decided special signals or such, but few family. Mutual what the other party seeks, what wants to say about that much is conveyed.

Precisely because of that Knight was quietly confused.

(No enemy around? Currently only Alter? ...No way he awakened to chivalry spirit now.)

Without commanding Monster Villains or beasts, combatants, without taking hostages either.

A situation completely advantageous to Knight’s side. Even assistance of Adre and Livy not needed. A situation she can purify single.

Easy win. Or such she cannot think.

(That man not noticing this degree of logic, single? ...No way.)

There should be some plan.

Even in this kind of situation can win against Knight. That kind of plan.

While wary and looking for an opening Alter put on a smile as if making light "fun".

"Well fine... more than that. Sacred Knight, I have a proposal before fighting."

"Ara, surrender? Certainly we have Livy-san who surrendered as a prisoner, but."

No way thinking allowed?

She glares putting anger and killing intent in the pupils.

If Alter and Meldiana had not scattered seeds of desire that day the brother would still have been safe.

There would not have been fighting either, and she should not have purified with this hand either.

Of course she does not do an imitation of killing a surrendered opponent with private punishment. But the heretic who stepped into the throne room and changed many humans into monsters. Thinking he can escape the punishment of death?

The surrounding temperature rises.

Knight’s body quietly raises heat.

The flames of anger and killing intent are eagerly waiting the timing swung at the correct timing now or now.

"What, a simple talk."

While directed the quietly burning heat Alter’s expression does not even slightly shake.

Indifferently. He indicated Livy collapsing to the ground with the chin.

"Livy Ido. If handing the woman’s neck there to this side I will withdraw. Think grateful, Sacred Knight."

For an instant she forgot breathing.

The feet burn.

Unsuppressible anger turns into physical heat.

"...Hand over a prisoner, and on top let you escape?"

"Unfortunately I am also not free. If able to process the woman there I have no interest in you."

As if swallowing Alter’s words flames raged.