Common Sense of a Warrior Chapter 25
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Common Sense of a Warrior Chapter 25
Arara…
Since then, one month has passed.
I, as usual, continue to swing my sword.
I have thought about various things, but……in the end, I did not understand.
Rui’s meaning when he said that it was a waste of my talent.
Elder brother’s meaning when he said he was praying for my happiness.
My talent is something I have polished in order to tear apart the target of my revenge.
My happiness is to fulfill my revenge.
No matter how many times I thought about it, I did not have anything except that.
I thought that when our family lost mother, a portion of everyone’s heart froze over.
However, it wasn’t like that.
My heart was what froze.
No……the expression of ‘freezing’ may still be too lukewarm to express it.
If a heart was something with a form, I am sure that mine would be broken, crumbling, with a warped shape.
Because even right now, my vision is dyed red.
Realizing that I was having needless thoughts while swinging my sword, I switched my feelings over.
Because right now I should only be focussing on improving my swordsmanship.
Ahh, my heart is dancing.
How fun.
It’s so fun that I can’t help it.
Within the red that was reflected in my eyes, I could feel a faint delight.
When training ended, I looked around the surroundings.
Today there were fewer people than usual.
Kuroitsu-san was also not here today.
……I wonder what happened?
That question floated within my mind.
However, as long as Kuroitsu-san wasn’t around, I had no one to ask.
With a feeling similar to resignation, I cleaned up and returned to the mansion.
When I entered the mansion, elder brother unusually came running towards me noisily.
“Mel………!”
“Is something the matter?”
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“Just now, a notice came………”
From elder brother’s appearance, it was clear that it was not about some trivial matter, so I prepared myself.
“……father has subjugated the bandits that attacked mother……”
At that moment, my vision went completely black.
From there, how I managed to return to my room……I do not know.
Although I did not know how, before I knew it, I was in my own room.
I absentmindedly looked at the outside scenery from my window.
Unnoticed, the sun had set and the sky was concealed by a veil of darkness.
It was quiet.
So much so that it gave the illusion that I was the only one in the whole world.
A drop of water slid along my face.
……are these tears of happiness? Or…….
I don’t know.
My goal was achieved.
Father has subjugated the bandits that attacked mother.
Because they were the ones who stole mother away, I am sure that father was merciless.
He probably knocked them down to hell magnificently.
That is why, my wish for revenge has been fulfilled.
I was honestly happy about that.
I am happy, however……however, I cannot be sincerely happy.
Rather, it feels as if a hole has been opened up in my heart.
……I wanted to settle things by myself.
With these hands, using the techniques I had polished, I wanted to use everything I had cultivated up until now.
My heart has been dyed the same colour as the sky.
That day, I cried the entire time.
Like how I did the day I had lost my mother.
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