Thus, the wise strive for light - to start over with a life in different worlds

I was just staring out at the view, shaken by a carriage.

In the meantime, no one utters a word.

I, too, didn't know what to talk to them about, and all I could do was look away.

The only thing I could do was figure out what to do with this awkward air, because I couldn't move my right arm because I was good at coin rolls.

That's when Mentila opens her mouth.

"La, Lazareth, you. Your mother is Mr. Cyan, isn't she?

"... you know my mother?

"Yeah. She used to help me when I was attacked by bandits. And he was very strong and kind."

"Really? My mother..."

... Sure, her magic would be as easy as that.

But she was murdered by bandits one day.

"So, I was very surprised. She, the..."

"I don't mind."

"... when I heard you were murdered, I thought you were really lying"

To his words, Sophia reacts with Picun.

Speaking of which, I reminded her that I hadn't let go of my parents.

"... I still remember that night. Three bandits broke into the house and both my parents..."

"That's it, I think it's weird"

"Weird? What is it?

... Could it be that you're talking about numbers?

Sure, if you include me, you're never at a disadvantage in triplets.

But......

"Don't you think that guy can't be killed that easily?

"... Huh?

"This is my speculation, but maybe it wasn't the three of us who were there that night"

"You think they weren't the only ones who attacked the house then?

"Yes. Otherwise, I don't know your father, but Mr. Cyan can't possibly lose. Besides, it's unnatural for anyone to know what happened to that bandit."

... Sure, if you're bad enough to have attacked a house of ordinary aristocrats, you should have some more information.

You don't have to until you get caught, it's not weird that you're on the bounty neck.

"Maybe you think it's possible that someone is covering for them?

"... that's what happens. Experience shows that kind of person is familiar. I think you should be careful."

"Okay. Thank you for your advice."

I bowed my head deep to him and Alice opened her mouth suddenly.

"Mr. Mentila, can you talk normally?

"... Huh? Ah...... yeah"

"... maybe you're mad at us? Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you..."

"Oh, no. No... I'm afraid of women."

He replies to her words with a trembling voice.

... Even if you're afraid of women, aren't you too careful to be as alert to girls as Sophia?

"Me, I look like this, so women always punch me in the pussy, and that's why, I'm scared. Look, I still can't stop shivering..."

His hands like that, they do tremble in small pieces.

Is he a woman phobic?

"So, but you don't have to worry. This is my problem."

Mentila laughing lovingly.

That kind of his face included joy and sorrow pity.

"... I'm sorry, Mentila..."

"Mentila, that's fine. I'm sure you can't help it, so I don't mind."

"... I'm sorry, Mentila"

"Yes, that's fine."

Two bow their heads and apologize.

I was horrified to see them like that.

If I remain misguided about him as I am, I will not be pitied about him.

... really, good.

Sophia suddenly turned to me when I was thinking of some fool.

"... Speaking of which, Lazareth's parents are no longer..."

"He's dead. On my sixth birthday, I was robbed."

"... why didn't you tell me?

I honestly don't care what they say.

It's not an open talking topic, nor does it resemble the topic at noon coffee breaks.

"... sorry, I didn't mean to hide it"

"... it's sloppy. I can't believe you don't know me."

"... Sophia"

... right. I was always sloppy.

I never took the initiative of speaking to someone myself.

So no one will ever know about me.

But you're not going to be punished for this, are you?

I don't want to worry about Sophia.

"... Huh?

"I decided that I would carry myself. I'm going to live without relying on anybody I can."

"Lazareth, isn't that rude to Sophia?

Alice pinches her mouth in a slightly angry tone.

... If she worried about me and told me, maybe that was rude indeed.

But it's true. I don't want to involve anyone else in my life.

"Lazareth, I'm sure you would gladly give your life if you were to die and someone would help. That's who you are, isn't it?

"Naturally. If you have a life in front of you that you can save, you should definitely help."

"I guess so. You wouldn't be here right now if they told me that if I gave you this morning's words, there wouldn't be a war."

"... what are you trying to say?

If there's no war, you'd better.

Whether that's a bright red lie or not, there's nothing wrong with me being gone.

Instead, it may benefit from the elimination of a risk factor that we do not know when to betray, such as the wise.

But her words weren't like that.

"You're a fool who doesn't even want to know what you're worth to seek knowledge."

"... my value? Such a thing is beautiful! I know how easy it is to blow up a life in a war."

"Then why don't you take care of your life now? If you know your life is at stake, you know how important it is now."

"It should be much better for someone else to spend the day now than me! I'm the coward who abandoned my parents!?

"I didn't abandon my parents, I couldn't help you, could I?

Her words were unusually mechanical.

Those eyes don't have the same kindness as usual, just vain eyes looking at them, that's how I feel.

"... really, I don't know. How could you say that?

"It's...!

Sophia grabbed my sleeve and was crying as I tried to argue.

I can look at her like that and push in the words that are out there.

I felt blood coming down from my head at that time, and an obviously mundane mentilla came into my eyes.

"... I'm sorry. You're so cute."

"... I'm sorry."

As I bow my head, so does she.

Mentila, who is horrified to see it, and Sophia, who is still tearing as she pulls her sleeve.

"I'm sorry, Sophia"

"... because if I say the same thing again, I will be angry"

"Huh?"

"... Lazareth is not a coward. Whatever you think, Lazareth is not a coward from me."

Whoever she said you were looking at, I found out.

... my value. Does that exist to me?

I was rocked by a carriage with her words out of my mind.