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Translator: FusionX
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I had started counseling for the mental care of the members, but recently, I had been intensively caring for Bayard.
The reason was that among the other members, Bayardâs mental state was the most unstable.
Clara and Ruby werenât in good condition either, but they didnât show symptoms as visible as Bayardâs.
So, I frequently counseled Bayard.
Fortunately, Bayard really enjoyed the training conducted here.
She especially appreciated Heliaâs tenacity in constantly charging forward without getting tired, even when she was knocked down and beaten up.
I think there were other reasons too, from my perspective.
Other than that, as time passed, there were signs of gradual improvement, but there was one thing that didnât change no matter how much time passed.
That was her nightmare.
[Every night, nightmares appear. I, with my own hands, my comrades who have become grotesque... And in the end...]
Bayard said she had nightmares every day.
A terrible dream where she killed her own comrades, who had transformed grotesquely, with her own hands.
She was so mentally fixated on it.
I thought it was natural, so I consulted with Cluna and prescribed medicine suitable for her.
The medicine was nothing more than something to help change her mood, but it was better than nothing.
Fortunately, as time passed, Bayardâs condition greatly improved.
I had forgotten about it like that, but for some reason, why was Bayardâs nightmare suddenly coming to my mind now?
Her hair swayed as it drew a line as if she was having a nightmare.
Her tightly closed eyes opened again.
Soon, bloodshot red eyes revealed themselves.
It was obvious at a glance that her condition was not normal. But at that moment, time stopped.
Everything around me was dyed gray.
I realized that time had stopped.
âDamn it.â
And I could see it.
Her palm had approached right in front of my eyes.
I hurriedly dodged that spot.
At the same time, time stop was released and her body moved again.
Kwaaang!!!
As if a meteor had fallen where I was, a huge crater was created.
I was hit by the fragments and was greatly pushed back. But thanks to that, I was able to gain some distance.
[The current commander is retreating for now to assess the situation! But not immediately beheading the former commander, isnât that almost like showing courtesy to a senior?!]
Inside the tent, his annoying voice resounded.
I was already thinking of killing her right away.
Because it was out of the question for me to return that woman to her original state now.
I kicked off the ground and ran.
As I quickly closed the distance, her gaze turned towards me.
Her movements were closer to a beast than a knight.
It felt like her mind was being controlled.
If I were a hero, I could have saved her. But unfortunately, I wasnât a hero.
So, letâs just kill her cleanly here. And then everything around me turned gray.
âRight now!â
Thanks to time stopping at an appropriate moment, I was able to strike the neck of the former commander right in front of me.
I hadnât been idle for the past two months either.
I had diligently trained, and I had also obtained the best weapon I could get right away.
As proof, look.
The moment it collided with the former commanderâs scale-covered neck, even when a tremendous impact was transmitted, it didnât break.
Clang!
It really felt like I had struck steel with a sword.
Look at those awkward movements.
With skills that canât be called commander-level of the Royal Knights at all.
But I understand.
Because their comrade is alive.
Because theyâre just in a brainwashed state.
They must think they can somehow bring them back.
Excellent.
Truly excellent!
Thatâs just like the noble and excellent knight from classic literature!
Yes! Thatâs how it should be! If your comrade is alive, you have to save them somehow!!
Isnât that futile struggle the greatest joy imaginable?
In fact, the audience seems satisfied too with the current commanderâs foolish choice!
Look at that noble but meaningless struggle!
Isnât it a movement that firmly believes they can truly save their comrade?
Otherwise, thereâs no way they would be swinging their sword like a mere security guard!
âThe audience is longing for it! The end of that noble and foolish knight!â
Having them die at the hands of the comrade they tried to save somehow?
It didnât seem like a bad idea, but something was lacking.
The audience wasnât that satisfied either.
It was just a direction that could be seen anywhere.
Then what should be done?
How should that story be ended to get a good response?
It wouldnât be bad to try an adventure. But it was hard to go on an adventure for the satisfaction of the audience.
They were the audience who came to see this joyful stage by consuming their own time.
Of course, as a director, showing them a joyful stage accordingly was the perfect reward, wasnât it?
So, letâs go with the basics here.
It snapped its fingers.
At the same time, she, who had been rampaging like a beast, came to her senses.
She was a dragon, the strongest race in the world that couldnât be completely controlled even in a weakened state.
At best, all it could do was make her attack everything around her making it seem as if she was a beast.
Fortunately, the experiment it had done on that bear before came in quite handy here.
Thanks to that, the beginning, middle, and climax were all set.
First, it sent out her comrades who were no different from corpses to heat up the stage.
Then, it sent the somewhat intact commander as the highlight to make it even hotter.
Now, all that was left was the ending.
As its fingers snapped, the state of her rampaging like a beast stopped as if it were an illusion.
Her mind had returned to normal.
At that sight, the current commanderâs movements stopped.
Yes, right now.
Kwajik.
A gruesome sound rang out.
The sound of a heart bursting.
The sound of her collapsing while bleeding.
This was the final ending.
The person he tried so hard to save ultimately died mercilessly before his eyes.
It may sound like empty words, but I like humans.
I especially love human tragedies so much.
Through tragedy, humans end their trivial lives as splendid tapestries of art.
So, how could I not love them?
Now, show me.
That face drenched in despair and sorrow.
However, it couldnât see that face.
At some point, he had disappeared along with her collapsed form.
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