By the time Second Lieutenant Bwannaba left the military council under the pretext of going to the toilet, it was already completely dark.

Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, he suddenly felt the urge to cry.

I don't feel sad or sad.

It is not right to say that it is touching or emotional.

Why, he himself can't tell. Probably this is the so-called sudden sensibility.

He's just an ordinary person.

Born into a noble family in Corsica.

It is said that it is an aristocracy, but in this era, there are so many aristocrats in France, there is really nothing to be proud of.

And, to be honest, his father, like most nobles, was inferior to ordinary people except for his noble title and pride. That excessive pride made it difficult for him to see the flattering words of others. In his father's old age, he almost lost all his family's fortune in the whispers of the wicked who spoke the best words with the most vicious feelings, and the situation in the family was not optimistic.

Therefore, he has only the name of a nobleman, but in fact he is not as good as an ordinary commoner. At least ordinary people would not buy meaningless luxuries for the sake of putting on a score.

He rubbed his nose with his left hand, his nose red in the night wind, and a cold touch came from his habitual left hand. The heat exhaled from the nasal cavity warmed the skin to a certain extent, but the dulled back of the hand did not feel warm.

After that, he left his hometown to join the military academy and graduated early as an artillery second lieutenant, also thanks to his father, who could not afford the tuition, he had to graduate early at the age of sixteen.

Then, there's the story that everyone knows. He served in an artillery regiment, and one day Paris suddenly turned into a magical realm. The Wyvern Ocean didn't happen in a day. It's a long process.

How long did this process last, maybe two years, maybe three years, and to be honest, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba felt that it was a miracle that he was still alive.

I am very glad that during this saddest time, he has a spiritual pillar.

Robespierre.

In terms of ability, he is not a great big man.

But, I have to say, his proud posture has an unexpected persuasive power. At the time, everyone believed that this bearded man with full of confidence could set off a wave of rebellion against the evil dragon in Leon.

After that, that's it.

Looking back now, my life was really just a matter of going with the flow.

What did you want to express at the military council before?

Actually, he doesn't understand it himself, in fact, that's it. What do many people say, and what they know best about themselves is themselves? Wrong! The one who doesn't know you the most is yourself......

Ignorantly recalling the shameful speech on the side, he suddenly realized......

(I...... Could it be that you are jealous? ）

Yes, jealousy.

Obviously, like them, he has the appearance of a human being.

However, they are so much better than themselves, and they are invincible bravers.

I'm very envious.

I really want to be one of those heroes.

I want to be, such an excellent person, I want to be relied on, envied! I'm so envious! Jealousy! I want to be like that!

I just made my own speech, dissecting the core, in fact, I just hope to go with them. I don't want them to be the only ones in the limelight......

He sighed heavily. Pour on the turf.

With Joan of Arc's character, it is natural to choose the monastery for military councils, and in the monastery, there will definitely be such natural scenery.

Beneath his head was a soft touch, and he looked at the sky and sighed helplessly.

"Well, they all say, if you sigh often, you won't be happy."

Suddenly, a male voice came, and the startled Second Lieutenant Bwannaba turned his head.

It's as if the stars have landed.

His dazzling eyes responded to his gaze like that, with a kind smile on his face and black hair.

This man, he'd met a few times.

It seems to be an archer named Arash.

He didn't participate in the military council, it seems that because he didn't know much about military strategy, he wanted to take advantage of the time when everyone was discussing, to come out and be lazy. Under the banner of vigilance, he slipped out in a grand manner.

He used a bow and arrow that was extremely outdated, but the arrows fired were more powerful than cannons.

Seeing a hero like him, he really won't even have a confrontational heart, the gap is too far.

Humans don't try to compete with the sun, or compare themselves to the Earth. Because, that goes beyond comparison.

"What's the matter, is there anything to worry about? Juvenile. ”

Arash was like a confessional priest who listened well, probably because in the monastery, Ensign Buwannabas always had this delusion.

The ghost sent the gods, and Second Lieutenant Buwannaba sorted out his mood, and poured out all of them with Arash like pouring beans from the bamboo tube.

"We're not that good."

After hearing this, Arash smiled calmly.

"All you see is our glamorous side. You can't see what kind of training we have received and how much we have suffered. The so-called heroes will not let you see this side. Because, it's really embarrassing. Believe it or not, when I was eight or nine years old, I wasn't much of a fan of bows and arrows. ”

"Really?!"

"Really. You are an artillery ensign, is it possible, did you like artillery when you were a child? ”

When he asked, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba recalled...... It's ridiculous to say, when he was young, he did fantasize about becoming a knight on a white horse, traveling the world, armed with a metal riding gun, punishing adultery and eliminating evil.

Indeed, when he was a child, he also thought that artillery was not a big deal, and only real knives and guns were the way men fought. The flying props aren't cool enough!

"The point is, to be a hero, you have to put in a lot of hard work. There is an old saying in the East, one minute on stage, ten years off the stage. ”

"As long as I try...... Am I going to be a hero like you one day? ”

Second Lieutenant Bwannaba asked blankly.

"Hmm...... It's a little harder, isn't it? After all, we are not living creatures, but respond to the call as heroes after death. ”

"Dead...... Is it? ”

Second Lieutenant Bwannaba asked rhetorically, a little dazed.

"Well, I'm going to tell you this, I'm probably going to be a little hard to understand. Sorry, I didn't say it! Haha, after all, Brother Arash, I'm only good at listening, solving knots or something, I'm not good at it. ”

Arash laughed and walked back to the military council.

How long has it been? In short, the lights in the monastery went out. Then the light of the oil lamps began to rush from the door to the resting room.

I guess it's the end of the military council.

Sure enough, there is no problem with having yourself or not with yourself.

Nothing will change.

oneself is like a speck of dust.

He thought with some inferiority.

"Good evening, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba. You look a little lost. ”

Just when he was deep in self-loathing, suddenly, the French caster, Paracelsus, came to him with a smile.

"If you're lost in life, why don't you try to talk to me? If you want to catch up with those heroes, it's not enough to be troubled. ”