It Is Getting Dark

18 – The Solution

The day has dawned.

Rosé opened her eyes due to the beam of light leaking through the crack in the window.

“Haaam.”

As I stretched, I checked the bed next to me, but it was empty.

As expected, Crusch didn’t seem to be able to go to bed today either.

After looking in the mirror and tidying up his eyelids and hair, Rosé headed to the practice range where Crusch would be.

And I saw Crusch’s swordsmanship at the practice range.

Wheek.

Poof.

Wheeririk.

Swing it upwards once to induce the opponent’s defense, and then rotate the body while shedding the clashing swords like a wave to cut the opponent.

The secret swordsmanship of the Maxvier family.

It was the most basic swordsmanship and the most fundamental swordsmanship among the swordsmanships she handled.

Soft.

Stiffness at the same time.

To reconcile two things that cannot coexist.

That is the root of Maxvier’s swordsmanship.

Originally, using a rapier would have been more suitable, but her swordsmanship, reproduced with a wider and thicker sword, was more destructive.

Rosé had seen Crusch perform her swordsmanship so many times that she memorized her herbivore skills.

Of course, even if she copied it, she couldn’t reproduce her swordsmanship.

It was not a swordsmanship that could be imitated by following with the eyes.

It was a sword that could never be reproduced unless the soft twist of the sword and the stiffness when wielding it were accumulated day by day.

Well, in that respect, it’s a vision.

Anyway, it’s already been a week since Crusch left and returned to the ecliptic with Her Highness the Princess.

She always practiced her sword unless she was assisting Her Highness.

Even before, her training was tough, but these days it’s worse.

“At least I was asleep at the time.”

The night Crusch returned to her palace, she seemed to have a nightmare in her sleep.

She woke up first at the sound of her pain and woke up Crusch.

The sight of her shedding tears while sweating was something Rosé could not have imagined.

It was the first time Rose saw Crusch.

Crush’s nightmare didn’t last that day.

The next day, she was in pain in her sleep, and as if her heart was hurting, she held on to her breast and repeated her words that it was hot.

So, Rosé had no choice but to wake Crusch again and tell her what she muttered in her sleep, but Crusch had no idea why she said that.

I don’t know what kind of dream she had that made her say that.

She called the priest to check on her condition, but the priest just said there was nothing wrong with Crusch’s body and went back.

‘Something like a quack.’

Rosé thought that there could be no problem with Crusch suffering so much.

But Crusch said she had a guess, and she hadn’t slept since that day.

It’s already been a week since Crusch came back.

She assisted Her Highness when she woke up, and when it was time to sleep at night, she practiced her sword in the practice range until dawn.

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Crusch said she was fine, but she was really difficult for people to see.

She couldn’t even ask Crusch to sleep.

Crusch said that when she fell asleep, she was in so much pain.

In the end, there was nothing Rosé could do for Crusch.

Actually, there was only one.

“Crush!”

Rosé called Crusch.

Crush heard the sound and found Rosé.

Rosé approached Crusch.

“Did you train all night again?”

Crusch silently nodded.

“Then, shall we sparring today?”

The only thing Rosé could do was become her sparring opponent.

“Good.”

“Okay. By the way. So, how were the people of the Marquis family? It’s been a week already, and now it’s time to talk.”

The only thing Crusch told Rosé was that Baren, who said with a gloomy expression, had lost to a man.

At Rosé’s words, Crusch was troubled.

What the princess forbade from speaking to Crusch was her church and the contents of her transactions with the Mage Tower.

When someone asked her about the princess, she said that if she kept her mouth shut, she might think suspiciously, so she told her to answer in moderation, so she thought, “Wouldn’t that be okay?” And she gradually leaned.

“Good. I will tell you.”

“As expected, it’s Crusch. Because it’s hot. So that’s it. I heard that his second son, Carl, is so handsome. Really?”

“Knives?”

Crush recalled the words of the princess at the name of the sword.

The way you laughed at the mention of knives.

“Come to think of it, she said that Her Highness the Princess was an interesting person on the way back.”

“Your Highness? She’s saying that Her Highness is really good-looking if that’s the case. What the hell did he look like?”

“But does being funny have anything to do with being good looking?”

“Ah, they say that a good-looking person is an interesting person. Just looking at your face makes me smile.”

“Then, you mean that Her Highness, the princess, had a rational liking for that sword. I didn’t know. Thank you rosé I have learned another thing.”

Of course not.

“Crush, did you not like it?”

“His body did not belong to someone who had practiced the sword. In response to your words, Roger, it must be true that it was not very good.”

Rosé sighed after hearing Crusch’s words.

“Crush. Even spouses can be distinguished by a sword. Worried. Would you marry me with that? He said he didn’t even have a fiancé.”

“Anyway, I am not interested in those weaker than me.”

Rosé grinned at Crusch’s words.

“Really? So, are you interested in the man named Varen who is said to have defeated you?”‘

Hearing Rosé’s words, Crusch’s momentum suddenly changed.

“He insulted Your Highness. He has never been able to swing his sword properly against such a person. The reason why I have nightmares is probably because I was defeated by him and couldn’t protect his Highness. So, I must take revenge by beheading that unscrupulous man.”

Rosé thought she had knocked on the beehive for no reason.

“Rosé, stop talking nonsense. Let’s fight.”

Looking at Crusch who was full of motivation, Rosé also laughed and said playfully.

“Okay then. Today, I will show you the secrets of Vitalian swordsmanship.”

* * *

I kicked Lucy out of the marquess house for tampering with my own things.

You could kill him or, conversely, you could forgive him.

But I don’t think people change.

Someone says that they learn from their mistakes, but if they forgive their mistakes, it is human beings who think that they can be forgiven without realizing anything.

He had touched the property of a nobleman, so he could have killed him if he made it a problem.

In fact, after hearing Katrina’s words, her fever ran out and she went to Lucy with a knife and tried to kill her right away, but in front of Lucy, Maria held onto her leg and begged her to save her life.

It seems that he tried to kill me but endured it three times.

Because Carl is usually calm, Lucy bewildered and begged me, as if she hadn’t expected me to be this angry.

This is what it means to be human.

I think it’s natural if you do well, and you know it’s your right.

Even Cassius was puzzled by my anger to this extent, but I couldn’t tell Cassius this time either.

I told Cassius that I did it because I didn’t want anyone to touch my stuff.

I thought it was forced, but he also cut Lucy without objection, probably thinking that touching the owner’s things was definitely a problem.

She didn’t care because it was Katrina, and she didn’t say anything because her current position didn’t allow her to ask for anything.

Lucy left her estate crying.

Without saying thank you to Maria until the end.

b*tch.

It wasn’t about saving lives.

After sending Lucy away, I couldn’t stop worrying about her.

What if the mage tower, church, and even the imperial palace simultaneously bloom as witches and perform karma?

If the princess becomes a witch, other countries may invade using that as an excuse.

The whole empire will burn.

I can’t even pretend I don’t know, all four of them are people who know that I made the witch’s seed.

When you come to your senses after doing up, even if you don’t immediately recall it, you’ll quickly notice that it’s related to me if you think about it.

“f*ck! How endless the troubles are!”

I screamed in my room alone.

The servants who saw me go to Lucy with a knife didn’t come to me, probably because they were scared.

What should I do?

They can’t even try to kill Lucy the way they tried to kill them.

After much thought, there was only one conclusion.

For the witch’s seed to bloom, the emotion of despair is needed.

So that is.

Counseling for those four people.

For now, that is the only way.

So let’s buy as much time as possible and then find another diary that Carl hid.

There must be a cure or a cure or something.

I hypnotized myself and promised myself that if I just solved this problem, it would really be over.

Conclusion.

Let’s go to the ecliptic.

When I made up my mind like that.

“Karl Now that I have inherited my father’s title, I will go through the inheritance process. Let me know if there is a place you would like. If there are no problems, do not reflect as much as possible. Since you don’t have a father, now you too have to get out of the role of Gongja and become a lord and rule the territory.”

You said that Cassius would give you the land.

I’m glad.

For me, a lowly citizen who didn’t have a house of my own, it’s a territory.

I’m going crazy with joy.

But, of course, now.

At the right time to leave for the ecliptic?