Long before the prologue

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"Oh~It's sprouted~"

"Peep, as a companion, if there is any plan to tell me first, I will also have a headache for excessive interference - do you know how much trouble this will cause us?"

"Ha~ Who knows? As a Western listener, you should have a way to solve it, right? Sorry for the trouble. ”

“…… Forget it, we're all jerks. I don't expect you to think of us, and since you have planted the seed, let it grow, but--don't think I won't prune! ”

"Hehe, whatever you want."

Prologue

The night of the destruction of the city of Roktar.

The entrance of the camp of the Wind Cavalry

The regimental commander Hieroni and his adjutant looked at the city of Roktar, which was still smoking not far away, and waited.

"Captain, don't you think it's strange?" The adjutant asked suddenly

"Huh?"

"A mere blood annihilation mercenary group dares to attack our country's stronghold castle, no matter how strong they are, how dare they go against a kingdom?"

"But they did, and so thoroughly—" Hellonius thought, "maybe they weren't there to rob!" ”

“？” The adjutant was puzzled.

"We were late in rescuing because we didn't expect them to attack and retreat in just two days, they took advantage of the death of the city lord and the chaos of the castle command system to attack, the timing was too coincidental, but if it was looted, it shouldn't have retreated so quickly, so quickly to take down, I believe they paid a big price - pay such a big price to capture, the city was burned without a good search, the stronghold castle itself is not based on the economy, there should be no funds in the treasury, right? Maybe—"

The sudden opening of the camp gate interrupted Heronys' thoughts.

"Jana, how is the kid?" Hieroni asked the orange-haired woman who had just left the door.

"I've lost too much blood, I'll be able to survive tonight," Jana shook her head wearily, "I'm too badly wounded, it's not going to be easy to survive until now - look at this," she handed Hironi a badge, "what was found on him, he was a family member of the lord of Roktar - what are you going to do?" ”

Herony took the badge and looked at the text on it: "When Will found him in the third and sixth years - only 13 years old - he was holding a broken sword, a 13-year-old noble child, who could hold the sword until he died—I admire him!" ”

"And if he can hold on until now, there must be a reason to desperately want to live," Jana asked as she brushed her sweat-soaked hair and raised her eyes, "Really?" ”

"Well, he won't die so simply, if he comes back to life, he will be a warrior of our Wind Cavalry Regiment!"

……

Three years later.

Dawn.

The stars and the moon are faint.

"Threstin, be careful, don't force it," Hieroni patted the shoulder of the young man who was about to leave for a long time, "Maybe it's in vain, if you can't find it, you will go back to the group." ”

"Yes," Thresteen gripped the reins, "I'm sorry......"

"To whom?" Hierones' words drew laughter from the crowd around him.

“……”

"Little Lacey, take this, Sakura told me to give it to you," Jana smiled as she handed over a small bag, "that kid, I'm afraid I'll shed tears in front of you." ”

Thresten took it with her hand, and through the cloth bag, she vaguely felt that it was a flake.

"Affection?" Someone in the crowd shouted, and there was another burst of laughter.

Thresten put the bag away in embarrassment.

"All right," said Hieroni with a smile, "go quickly, or the fellows will have enough fun, and take care of them—" He looked up and pointed to the closed door not far away.

End of prologue...