"Duck" ran away and flew over the fence, and although the difficulties really came after that, he made a completely right choice. Escaping the fate of becoming a "duck", he flew to the trial brought by the bloodline.

I have read that there is nothing wrong with the approach of this "duck" in the well-known story, but this is just a story after all, and it is still a fantasy after all. To put it mildly, as long as the "ugly duckling" is really a swan, even if he continues to live on the farm, he will eventually become a swan.

Fairy tales are not reality.

【Click】

The fragile branches didn't even stand the footsteps, snapping in half the moment Letty landed. It was supposed to be summer now, but the evening breeze brought a coolness like late autumn, and even when you wrapped the cloak, you could still feel the pervasive cold penetrating into the neckline.

The black clouds even obscured most of the moon, and they were heavier and more unsettling than ever. In this kind of weather, it looks like it's going to rain. That's not really a happy thing.

But, that's the reality. The frustrations encountered by the ugly duckling in the story are all depicted by words, and no matter how delicate and expressive, it cannot make people feel real. But the dilemma brought by reality is completely opposite, they are rough and cute, but they must be spent little by little, day by day. Because time does not accelerate, the late autumn and cold winter that are passed in the fairy tale cannot be easily skipped in reality.

【Click】

Another branch was trampled off, and the sound entered Letty's ears, urging her to find her thoughts that had drifted away.

But, this is also the reality. Even if there is a more disgusting torture than a fairy tale, there is also a world that is more real than a fairy tale. The poor ugly duckling has been bullied on the farm, but no one in the family will have the courage to dictate to him; the poor ugly duckling can't even get the care of his brothers and sisters, but he has a gentleness so gentle that he can't bear to face his sister; the poor ugly duckling can't even eat enough, but he even has the spare time to designate tomorrow's three meals, except for ...... In addition to that incident, my parents also gave me the greatest care.

This is reality, a fairytale-like reality. If, if the ugly duckling had been given such a living environment, would she still think of flapping her wings over the fence?

【Click】

voice, but Letty quickly realizes that this is not the sound she stepped on. Here it is! Just like the appointment, the witch hunter who can't escape and can't escape has appeared.

"Miss, it's rude. ”

“......”

Hands were shaking, and this time, there was no helper. The naughty Alice is not there, the powerful and somewhat outrageous Irina is not there, and neither is Luna, who can't help......

own maid, let alone in. There is only oneself here, and the shadow wearing a mask in front of me. She called herself "Miss", and the concept of years was still binding her. But no, Christie is not here, and the shadow in front of her is the one who has caused countless incidents in the city and is still unharmed......

"Witch Hunter!"

Ah, yes, even if they are kept in captivity, the ugly duckling will definitely fly out of the fence at the end. Throwing off the gentle family, the easy life, and the dignity in the blood drove her to fly in the direction of the experience. After all, if you just flutter your wings twice on the farm for food, you don't deserve to be called a swan.

The sword broke free from its scabbard and swung out a field of moonlight, the only thing Letty could hold. The thick fairy tale was not her love, and the reality was very cruel, and no matter how much Letty understood the story inside, the pace of learning was still several times slower than that of magicians of the same age.

The reason for running away from home is obviously known, but I don't want to admit it. It's like the duck who always wants to live, constantly expecting things like "hard work will be rewarded, and there will be no reward because he hasn't worked harder".

What a stupid thing, like this. I've always been treated as a fool, but at least there are some results, isn't it? If it weren't for their urging and encouragement, I would still be under the protection given by Christie, and continue to be the eldest lady, right?

So, here is the first thing to let your maid understand that "it" no longer needs to quack and act as a duck!

"Drink!"

There was pressure in the palm of his hand, and the blade of the sword cut through the air. Blind swinging will only break the sharp edge of the sword, and only the "thorn" that looks beautiful but actually requires more effort is the most correct way. This is Christine, the power of breaking demons that makes magic tremble, but consumes almost all of the user's strength, and the shimmering "dance" is elegant and noble, because it hides more of the happiness behind it.

There's nothing wrong with that, it's fate, bloodline.

The sword danced with the shadows in the moonlight, and the sound of the collision was the accompaniment of the musicians. I was tired, my hands were sore, and my wrists were painful as if they were broken. But no, it's not this that annoys me......

Obviously, just stabbing yourself to take this level of "her" is enough to make yourself "difficult", but why are you still annoyed?

"Christie!"

Ah, that's right, that's me, I can't tolerate the trials of half-. Either they hide in the lake and flutter their wings, or they soar high in the sky where the birds can only look up.

"Have you forgotten the order!"

“......”

The opponent of this night fight is not a maid named Christie, but the shadow that haunts the darkness. She doesn't slaughter, but she makes people shudder unbearably. Yes, just like now!

She drew her soft sword, a weapon that was hard to fathom, she flickered through the trees, blades rattled and rattled, she peered over her opponent for the slightest flaw. This is the witch hunter, this is the opponent tonight!

Here it comes!

The shadow of the vanishing reappeared, her sword pointed to her heart. The sword is not a shield, and it can't be resisted, so it can only be passed sideways with a seemingly elegant step, and then cut it openly!

It was missed, and the body became more tired. As for the shadow, it had long since disappeared in an instant, and this was indeed the witch hunter who made the magicians panic, and she had a pace that the magicians could rarely catch.

A whisper came from among the trees, and dignity urged the body to chase after it immediately. Yes, how can you just admit defeat so easily, chase after her, and use all your might! The shadow is flickering, but it can find the remaining traces, chase it, find her!

She turned her head, it didn't matter, her side was faster! Don't think too much about it, she's a witch hunter, and she's the enemy this time. All you need to do is pierce her body with a sword to declare your victory.

[Whew]

However, it fell short. Because she can't get rid of the hesitation, because she is indeed the witch hunter who makes the magicians panic.

It should have been realized that this "shadow" was really a shadow, born of magic and revered by the orders of its master. This part of the story that I must have seen and memorized, but I simply teased myself.

Really...... Myself, Letty, can I only flap my wings twice?

......

The real danger had lurked behind her, but by the time Letty realized she had been deceived, her body could no longer react immediately. The ornamental sword that was used to "resist stubbornly" was erected, and the slightly blunt blade of the sword that Christie was holding was already pointed at her master's neck.

The magician is vulnerable, so it is enough to declare victory or defeat.

“...... Lost, ah. ”

Although she still wanted to say something, Letty couldn't even show her usual ordinary arrogant expression.

In fact, there was no need to do it, because Christie, unlike Alice, could see everything her master was thinking.

"It's over too quickly. ”

"No, Miss, you're already strong here. At least...... I simply can't get over it. ”

Christie pointed to her chest, "Physical, magical strength is not absolute, because if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to even swing a sword." ”

"Heart...... That kind of thing. Letty smiled bitterly and put away her sword, "I don't feel it at all, but I'm a little happy to say that." ”

"It's something ingrained in your consciousness, and it makes me admire as much as your kindness. Christie said as she took off her cloak and wrapped it around Letty's body.

Yato is over, and taking care of the master is the servant's first constraint.

"It's not hard to make up for it, and besides, you have companions you can rely on, don't you? ”

“...... yes, that's how I intended it. Moreover, it is not bad. After a long time, Letty muttered and stepped along, smiling as she set out on the way home with her servant.