Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

Section Six: The Truth About Betrayal

"What, there wasn't a doctrinal claim there otherwise. It's just that my powers didn't extend to him... the evil dragon Auschnell."

Hadion cut it out that way in a flat tone that didn't make him feel anything.

"At the time, I was under the covert fate of a goddess, leading the elite to the crusade of Auschnell. We ambushed and tried to strike Auschnell in the neck, but his power was far more powerful than I'd imagined."

"I don't hear about Hadion fighting Auschnell."

"That would be so. If you set up an ambush and find that it was payback on top of it, your allies' morale will fall even if you don't respond. My battle, our battle, was not supposed to be public."

"Uh... so you're saying the Hadions were deliberately dishonored? You're supposed to have suddenly betrayed me because of that, aren't you? Isn't that terrible?"

Carol frowns adorably and starts to get puffy and angry. Toslin, who sat next to me, has the same face, but he doesn't say anything. As the same knight, is there a different emotion to Carol?

"Bringing personal dishonor to the battle for global trends is a mistake in itself."

"But come on, Hadion fought for the goddess, didn't he? Yet the goddess has always treated Hadion as a bad person..."

"Keep it that way."

Toslin blocked Carol's words. It's usually a fist bone and a set, but only at this time, I just threw the words quietly.

"Uh, why? Does Toslin have a goddess shoulder, too? I don't think you're wrong about this."

"It's not like that, but it's not right. It's that the world isn't simple enough to break it off nicely with two things."

"... I don't know what Toslin is talking about"

Carol turned away from Puyi and Toslin.

"Oh, already... Hadion, I'm sorry. Break your hips. You can ignore this guy, go on."

"Atashi is not wrong!!"

"Oh right. You're right, you're right, you're right."

Toslin holds Carol's head aside and begins to stroke her. I was still trying to say something, Carol, but the look gradually soothes me to see if I haven't even been brushed in the head.

"Thank you for being so angry on our behalf. A half-wolf maiden. But our weakness has invited us. I have no personal attachment to the goddess."

To corroborate the words, Hadion resumed the conversation next to me in a quiet tone.

"The only survivor I was exposed to Auschnell's negativity and turned into a madman. And the puppet that moves the way he wants and it's over."

"... that's the truth about betrayal..."

"That's what happens. But again and again, that's what my own weakness invited. I'm not willing to blame Auschnell for everything."

The only emotion I could see in Hadion's eyes for that moment only. That's regret. My self-blame for my impudence still afflicts her after a thousand years.

"... Hadion..."

Maybe it was the color of the emotions that only I could see, the closest, the most connected, the only one who noticed the change in the back of those eyes. That made my breasts bitter, too. It got painful, nature held her hand, holding it.

"... when Auschnell was sealed in the mourning jewel of the goddess Ilua, I was also locked in a dark prison. But now I think it was a goddess mercy."

Staring at my hand covering the back of my hand, Hadion puts his other hand on. In my hand, which was to be wrapped, her body temperature and… a slight tremor came through.

"I spent so many distracting years in the dark that Auschnell's negative thoughts gradually disappeared from my body. But it was also a bet. Am I first to regain my sanity, or is my spirit decaying in darkness..."

When Hadion spoke that far, he stroked my hair with his right hand, holding my hand with his left.

"The bet was... almost equal to a loss. I was about to decay. But all of a sudden, a saving hand reached out to me."

"That's... Wow... me?"

"Oh, you're right. Satire maiden. Reishi girl. She's a princess. That's right. Iris Calvafon… His name is, his voice is on the right floor of my light, my hope."

The hand that was holding my hair came down sullenly and held my shoulder. Close enough to feel her exhale, as if she were trying to keep my figure behind her eyelids, she blinks a few times.

"Iris Calvafon. I shall remember this name, and the voice of it, and the appearance of it, for ever. And I swear to God I'll only live for it."

"Ah..."

I was hugged hard and hard and dressed to bury my face like hers. Sometimes I take a bath, and the smell of soap fills my chest.

"Yeah......"

I usually hesitate, Mr. Iries, but I didn't feel that way right now.

I was embraced as I was asked, as I was asked... to hold my hand back.

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