"What do you think? If it's so big, it should be no problem to use it as a slave, right? ”

The man looked carefully at the young man who had taken over from this father, and he was fine, with two hands and two feet, he was sound.

After looking at it, the man gave the money to the father.

"If only it were a little girl."

The father's last words echoed in the ears of the boy who was traded for money.

On that day, the teenager had just turned eleven years old.

The boy's father used to be a sword fighter, and he was a very famous person at his peak, and his encounter with his mother began at that time.

But the Colosseum was a bloody place, and since his father lost a foot, he has become an alcoholic.

After his mother fled, he fell into the habit of gambling.

Even so, the boy still thinks that as long as he endures a little, he can go back to the way he used to be, and now it's painful, but as long as he gets through it, it doesn't matter, right?

But today, too.

He finally sold his child.

...

The man who bought the boy led the boy into the room where the children were gathered.

There are a lot of kids like this here, and there are all sorts of things piled up in the corners, and the room looks so cluttered.

Suddenly, the boy saw something familiar to him, and he rushed over and picked it up.

This is the father's sword.

The man looked at the innocent child with a hypocritical smile.

Suddenly, his eyes changed a little!

The children around them all backed away and curled up in a ball, making way for the man.

Only this young man, his desire to survive made him instinctively swing his sword.

The man was attacked unexpectedly and didn't have time to dodge, and blood was already stained on the man's cheeks.

"This little ghost!?"

The man punched the boy in the face.

The boy was knocked down before he could even scream.

"Damn, is this the sword fighter's cub?"

The man wiped the blood from his face.

But he seemed to think of something, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"But this guy seems to be able to make me a lot of money."

...

This is a game for the pleasure of the aristocracy.

It's a battle to gather the fighters and put their lives at risk until the last man remains.

The battlefield of sword fighters.

In general, there is no age limit to assist a sword fighter in combat.

But if it's a battle between adults, the side with the imp can't win.

So usually, no one chooses to bring an imp to the war.

Joining the teenager was a man with wheat-colored hair, 'Charles'

He was sold as a slave from the northern continent on the other side of the ocean.

And he also has an only child.

That's why he likes children very much.

The boy also got along with him.

In his free time, he would give his swordsmanship to the boy.

But to be honest, his skill of being able to use two swords with ease is too reluctant for a little imp who doesn't even have good muscles to use.

But even so, the boy tried very hard to learn all his skills.

While learning his technique, he had the feeling that his father had taught him swordsmanship at home, which even made him forget that this was a place where he had to fight with his life.

And what happens when the goods refuse to be made as offerings?

The combination of Charles and the teenager is slowly becoming more and more popular.

These two people are like real father and son, and everyone likes them very much.

...

However, there are also people who feel unpleasant because of this.

Because they bought it on a whim to make them the victims, and if they become the protagonists, it won't be easy.

"If the snake bought on a whim is a poisonous snake, it has to have its teeth pulled out."

In a secret place, a deal is being made for this.

The flickering red candlelight reflected on the long scar on his face.

"What are you doing here?"

The teenager finds Charles, who is alone.

"Huh? Ahh Charles, who said this, didn't look very right.

But the teenager didn't notice this, just thinking about tomorrow's game.

Therefore, he was not aware of the shadow lurking in the black pillar.

Before the start of the game.

In the lounge, the boy found Charles, who looked a little different from before.

"It doesn't matter, or are you a little worried because of the finals?"

Charles looked at the boy for a long time before he spoke.

"Can you promise me one thing?"

Charles gave the teenager a piece of paper.

Whose address is written on it.

"I'll see my son here, his name is Lista."

"Lista?"

"Yes, it means to overcome the wind and loneliness and grow from it."

Charles was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Can I go here to find my son after the game? After meeting him, help me bring a message to him. ”

"I promise you"

"That's right, thank you."

Charles touched the boy's head and smiled.

The boy liked his smile and laughed along.

...

This tournament is a two-person matchup.

And the opponent has been attacking like a raging wave since the start of the match.

After several actual battles, the boy's movements became very flexible.

Even adults will find it very difficult to deal with him as an opponent.

The boy managed to pull out the sword stuck in the man's neck, and then looked at Charles.

Charles, who has been attacking behind the teenager and is also a strong backing in the teenager's heart,

Something was wrong this time.

Charles looked at the boy and smiled.

The broken sword in both hands had fallen to the ground.

His chest passed through the cold glow of an opponent's sharp weapon.

"Uncle!"

...

The teenager had to think about something.

How did the uncle get his son's address when he was sold as a slave?

Why did the uncle not hesitate to be sold as a slave to save his life?

Although I think it's unreasonable.

The boy still cried.

He still has a mission that must be accomplished.

Must go to Rochester.

Be sure to convey the uncle's sword as well as the uncle's last words.

The boy held the sword in his arms.

The cold metal touched the boy's skin, and there were bursts of white spots.

...

"Who are you?"

The child who opened the door had a strong sense of wariness in his eyes.

However, the head-to-toe dressed and chubby child had the same wheat-colored hair as Charles.

The boy was silent and handed him the two swords. Two blood-stained, rusty swords.

Looking at the sword, the child subconsciously took a few steps back.

"What is this?"

"This is your father's sword."

The boy told him why he gave the sword to his son, and that his father was no longer in this world.

But he didn't listen at all.

"No matter what you say, it's useless, go back."

“... Aren't you going to receive these two swords? ”

“...”

"But it's your father's honor!"

"Huh? Reputation? What's that?! ”

"But..."

"Because Father, do you know what kind of place I lived in before? Begging for food at the feet of others, eating garbage to survive. Stealing clothes from frozen children on the side of the road to survive the winter. What reputation does this guy have? Esteem? What's that?! ”

"But there's a reason for that, and you don't know about it."

"I don't want to hear it!"

The child's words made him speechless for a moment.

"Don't listen, don't care. I don't need to know about this kind of thing. Because, I've long forgotten about that old thing. ”

"There must be something wrong..."

"Greta, what's wrong?"

Feeling the commotion outside, a woman stepped out.

Holding a golden puppy in his arms.

"It's nothing, it's cold outside, go inside. I'll be in there in a moment. ”

"Ahh Who is this beggar-like child?"

"It's just a beggar who came to beg for food, don't care."

"Uh-huh, I see, come in quickly"

The woman glanced at the boy and returned to the house.

The teenager saw a man in the house.

“... Greta? ”

“...”

"Have you given up your name?"

“.. Well, I've given up all my name, my family, and my memories, so please go back. ”

Gretta, who gave up his name.

After that, what happened to Uncle Charles.

What about his last words, who lost his life because of me?

The boy opened the letter.

"Son, the name Lista, the name that our family has passed down from generation to generation, is the name that represents our entire family, but our family has declined, and I have no choice but to live as a slave. You must inherit our family's name in the future, and then restore our family's reputation and become me, and our family, the last honor. ”

The boy hugged the two swords again.

A father abandoned by his son,

and sons who were abandoned by their fathers.

A wry smile crossed the corner of the boy's mouth.

He looked up, his face full of tragedy.

So it was decided.

Start today.

"I'll inherit Lista's name."

......

Crackle Crackle......

Sparks ignited on the newly added dry wood in the campfire. The man asked the girl next to him as he threw the dried branches he had collected into the bonfire one after another.

"So, how did a little creature like you come to this place?"

"Then uncle, why are you here?"

"Uncle... Uncle! Please, I'm only 20 years old, call me brother! ”

"Hmph, then I'm not a little guy either"

"The little guy has a good tone?"

"I'm not a little guy!"

"Oh, yes, I know, I know, then call you a little girl."

"In this kind of place where demons are mixed, how did a little girl like you come here? This isn't for a little creature like you... And she's a delicate little girl like you. ”

"Hmph, don't you know that before asking someone, it's the basic etiquette to introduce yourself first?"

"Don't you see you're funny little guy?"

"Besides, I'm not a little guy!"

"Haha, okay, okay. Well...... Well, I'm traveling to join the Kingdom Knights. ”

“...... Knights of the Kingdom? ”

"Right"

“...... Wouldn't it be better to go to Rochester? ”

"I've been there a long time ago, but it's not easy for a half-person like me to get in."

“...... So? ”

"So, I found out there's a place on Kuhan's side called the Kabran Mercenary Regiment. If you can accumulate qualifications in this mercenary group, you can finally be recommended to Rochester...... That's it, I want to try my luck over there. ”

"Kuhan?"

"Well, you see I've said so much...... It's time to hear your own story, right? ”

“..... I'm looking for strong people."

"Powerful people? Why? ”

"Because I'm going to get something back."

"Really? What do you think of me? Actually, I'm pretty good too. ”

Listening to the man's words, the girl chuckled and stood up

And then he said.

“... Alright, it's time for me to go. ”

"Huh? Ah, well, then be careful yourself. ”

"Thank you, brother."

"Hahaha, thank you too."

"That's right"

Picking up the baggage, the girl who wanted to leave suddenly paused and continued

"My name is Lynn, brother, what's your name?"

"Lynn? So your name is Lynn? You can call me Lista. ”

"Well, Brother Lista. We'll see you later, and if my brother is as good as you say he is, I'll definitely come back to you. ”

"Haha, okay. I waited for that day. ”

Lista smiled and waved at Lynn.