Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

Leonhard wetted the cloth with water from the canteen and wiped the face of the watchman. When I wipe my sweat and dirt, my man's eyelids tremble. Haruki's eyes, which slowly appeared, were out of focus. Are you floating in the heat or your head is still half asleep? It took a dozen seconds for the emptiness of the will to dwell.

The man who blinked several times, waked up and jumped away as soon as he recognized Leonhardt in front of him. But soon, he wanders and kneels on the ground. The man slapped low, as if frustrated by his inability to move freely.

"Who"

The questioning voice was terribly hurt.

"Mr. Marx, it's better not to force it."

Why my name !

The eyes that looked suspiciously caught me and opened me.

"... No, Johan?"

"Yes, it's been a long time."

"What, ... tsu!"

The words that would have asked him here were interrupted halfway, and Marx groaned bitterly, holding his mouth with his hand. Leonhardt supported Marx's rounded body and handed the cloth. Rub Marx's back to relieve pain.

"That's good ... don't touch it.

Marx refused Leonhard's hand. And I breathe in his words.

That's it. Some diseases can be transferred by touching. Although he doesn't know Marx's name, Leonhardt, who has repeatedly touched it through his clothing, is hardly safe.

I was confused even for a moment, though I should have understood at first.

"dont 'worry"

However, Leonhardt did not show any upset.

laugh at the fearless beauty.

"If you move with this degree of contact, it's too late anyway. Can you drink more than that?"

"Oh, sorry ..."

Leonhardt opens the water bottle lid and helps Marx drink. Leonhardt was calm, despite being sick. I do not know if I am confident that I will not get sick or if I care about the sick.

"Was saved"

After drinking water, Marx exhales for a long time. As if waiting to calm down, Nahato walked.

When Marx raises his face to the shadow he sees and meets his eyes, Nahat speaks in a quiet voice.

"Are you a knight of the Frontier Knights?"

"! ... No way to you"

Marx understands who the boy stands in front of him and has a startling expression. His face muttering with a trembling voice eventually turns into a resignation.

Marx kneeled down while he was on the back.

"I'm sorry, looking ugly. I'm Marx Gertner, Deputy Commander of the Western Frontiers."

Marx hangs his head. The soothing voice was even like a sinner waiting for judgment.

"Marx. Did you say you're going to be sick?-I mean, isn't this illness going around in this village?"

"I want to do it"

Marx replied without hesitation to Nakht's relentless question of blocking the escape. If you look inside the village sooner or later, it's a fairly clean answer. Maybe he wanted to be exposed.

"The fever illness in Grenze is not over, but in this village ..."

`` There is no deputy leader !? ''

A loud voice was heard as if to interrupt Nahat's attempt to continue.

Apparently, he noticed that Marx wasn't watching. People began to gather at the entrance of the village.

"Marcus !? Where?!?"

The voice you are looking for is approaching.

What to do, what to hide. However, it seems difficult to move Marx without making noise, even if it hides. The distance shrinks while you are worried.

Leonhardt thinks a little, then crosses his eyes with Marx and nods.

"here"

Stand up, Leonhardt calls out, and the men who are the knights of the Frontier Knights stare.

"Who are you"

When one of the three draws the sword, the other two draw the sword as well.

"Stop"

When Marx called out, the men's gaze became even more swordy, perhaps noticing the existence. He must have been captured.

"What did Marx do?"

"I'm not doing anything.

`` I don't mean that the deputy commander will be like that without doing anything! ''

It was a young man who was eating on Leonhardt. He held his sword just to ask no questions and attacked him.

However, Leonhardt exhales a sigh without showing any signs of impatience. Standing calmly without setting up a weapon.

Leonhard avoided the young man's sword, which he shook with a shout, with a slight bow. Surprised by the avoidance, the man swings his sword many times, but Leonhard avoids everything lightly. He grabbed the man's hand and twisted, picking up the sword.

"Peter !!"

Another man attacks Leonhard, trying to help the captured mate. Leonhardt pushed the young man and avoided the slashing in a recoil. When he grabs the hand of a man who has just cut, he pulls vigorously and kicks off his unbalanced back.

As you look back, avoid the attack of another man. He grabbed behind the man's neck and pulled down, holding it down on the ground and twisting his arm.

Neither I nor Nahat was stunned by the events while blinking. I knew that he was strong, but he wouldn't do it in such an instant.

"... I thought it was a face I've seen somewhere."

Marx leaves his back on the trunk of the tree and looks up at Leonhard with a mixture of stunned and praised faces.

"I would never see a black lion in such a remote area."

"Stop me"

Leonhard had a bitter look at Marx, who throbbed his throat and laughed.

"The Black Lion is a Nebel hero !?"

A young man gets up with a gabari.

The other men then stared at Leonhardt, forgetting their situation. Leonhardt, noticed, looks uncomfortable.

Leonhard is famous for his neighbors and a longing for young knights, but he doesn't seem to like to stand out.

"Why ... why is the Black Lion General ...?"

"Our escort"

It was Nahat who spoke to the puzzled young knight.

Escort? The young knight, repeating, apparently did not know Nahat's face. However, the other two apparently noticed and turned pale.

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