245 47 The O-ming of The (1/2)

--It was about 40 years ago.

A child named Viciedo was one of those ubiquitous orphans who had no way to earn their daily bread.

One man, ten flies.

A man, ten flies.

He couldn't steal from anyone with his strength, he couldn't use his wits, he couldn't steal well.

I was six or seven years old, struggling to survive with such incompetence.

What was the reason why he was prepared to die in the wild and yet continued to live?

Starvation was painful and unfulfilling.

In retrospect, he thinks that he was not even at the stage where he could think of such a lofty reason to live in the first place.

To live, to live.

That was all.

That's why I was so angry that day.

Failed to steal, surrounded by five or six adults. They didn't have much time in their lives, they were short-tempered and always on edge. What awaited them was the obvious lynching.

They kicked him viciously as he struggled to hold a piece of dirty, moldy bread.

It was then that Gilbert, a young boy, intervened.

All he could do was to go around comforting the people of the city. A noble idea that he had aspired to as a child.

In a way, he could afford to do so, because politics and warfare had been handled by other princes and kings.

The prince, born late, was probably looking for something he could do in the tense situation of war, which is a different kind of situation from now.

When the prince and his bodyguards appeared, the men spat and ran away.

The authority of the royal family is alive and well, but the people of the slums have no respect for the royal family. Of course, they don't do anything for them. They probably think that mafia bosses are better than them.

They may or may not know that.

Viciedo paid the hand that was held out to him.

”Let go of ....... What the hell is wrong with you?

You're hungry, aren't you?

I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few things to do.

”Besides, ...... I have this.

He nibbled on the bread he had won.

It was still good enough.

”What, with all that dust on ......

”You guys don't get it.

”...... then.

He lowered his eyebrows softly and said.

'I'll trade you half.

What makes you say that?

The prince offered the half loaf to Viciedo, who opened his eyes in surprise.

It's not balanced. I know.

But the thought of giving the prince this moldy bread made Viciedo conflicted.

There is a dark joy. The boy in front of him who must be feeling good compared to his unredeemed self. It's fun to feed him moldy bread.

But at the same time - I was so miserable.

He wouldn't accept the charity offered to him, and only reluctantly accepted it when conceded.

It was as if I was being danced around by the boy in front of me.

”......, what is your occupation?”

”Haha. I'm ashamed to say that I'm a healer, even though I'm royalty.

d*mn. I knew it. It's not like you're trying to seduce me.

And with that, Viciedo ate up the moldy bread.

”Hmm.

He looked triumphant.

Gilbert laughs, a little annoyed.

And then he said.

'But it would have been taken if I hadn't come.

I'm not sure what to say.　I'm sure you'll be able to find something that works for you. ...... You don't know that!

I don't know, ...... you'd have been beaten to a pulp.

”Shut up!

But it is true that you can't even hear yourself when you are told that.

I'm sure that if it weren't for the intervention of the boy in front of me, I might have been able to get away with just taking the bread.

”......?

”What?

”I'll pay you back at ......!

Oh, yeah? How'd you do that?　What do you do for a living?”

Gilbert never knew what Viciedo did for a living.

Gilbert didn't know what Viciedo did for a living, he just wanted to know how he could repay him.

”I...

”What would happen if I told him I was unemployed?

In the depths of Viciedo's mind, another conflict arose.

Or is it pride? He felt that if he said ”unemployed” here and now, it would be the end.

Maybe that's why I was so different, so vulnerable. 　She's six. She has no choice. No matter what they find out.

”Knight.” Come on!　You'll get your debt paid soon!

Huh!　I see!　Well then...

Gilbert laughed and said something to the man behind him.

Visiedo didn't really know what was happening to him at this moment.

'Come to the castle. I'll be expecting you.

He hadn't expected to be carried home in a carriage.

I've trained. Trained. Trained.

”He's a knight, but his skills have not improved much.

But I suppose it happens.

”Profession” is a signpost that shows which of your natural talents you're most suited for. If that is the case, then this is still a talent in his mind.

In other words, there are many people with that level of talent.

In fact, that's normal. If you are slightly better than others, you are still good. There are even ”fighting swordsmen” who are inferior in every way and whose only skill is the sword.

It's just that some ”managers” are so broken that they can even make themselves perfect as products when it comes to running a business.

After all, that's the kind of person Viciedo would be seen as.

That was very frustrating.

It was too pathetic for Gilbert to visit him from time to time.

So he continued to train day in and day out.

--and managed to get through many wars.

Viciedo finally got his chance to be Gilbert's confidant.

He clenched his fists, but he didn't know it.

What he didn't know was that there was a ritual that required him to have a ”priest” with him when he stood in an important role - an aide to protect the royal family's perimeter - to prevent misrepresentations like his.

When he learned this, his blood ran cold.

But...

”No... Chief Priest. He's a knight.”

The ultimate priest would be able to tell the occupation of a person just by looking at him.

There's no one in this country who's that good.

Maybe that's why Gilbert was able to convince the chief priest to do so.

Viciedo is a ”knight”.

It was then that the foundation of his knighthood became unshakable.

”Didn't you say so to me?

Gilbert, smiling softly, may have already seen through the obviousness of Viciedo's mind.

He remembered their encounter ten years ago, and reached out to him as he walked as a knight.

It must have been then. That's when Viciedo swore his allegiance to Gilbert.

Before he knew it, his debt to Pan had grown considerably.

Food, shelter, a decent human life. And most of all, a place in the castle.

All of that, now. It's all given to me by the young man in front of me.

”...... Yes.

I owe him this. I'm sure one day.

As your knight.

--outside the arena spectacula. West.

”That's why I've kept my occupation a secret until now.”

”......, I see. I see.

”......

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Kontse and Estok.

The difference is simple.

Length. That's it.

The armored Viciedo seemed to have the advantage in this fight, and he was not wrong. Because of its shape, the stabbing sword is not suitable for cleaving or slashing.

It will break easily if you are not good with it. That is why it is incompatible with armor.

He looked at Viciedo and shook his head, wondering if he had taken that into account.

It's not me.

I guess it's just a simple matter of spirit or willpower.