Chapter 183: Terror (1)

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Time rewinds slightly.

What floats is childhood.

About the time the woman named Leas Lott was far younger.

Separately nothing special of a degree to talk to someone. Born in a somewhat wealthy house in the royal capital, only often jumping out of the house and playing Sacred, a girl who is everywhere.

If forcing to raise a place different from someone. Though play among young ones she never lost once with the sword, and the number of times scolded by parents from skipping studies too much was more than others.

(Therefore when chosen as Sacred very happy.)

With my power and the holy spirit’s protection I will not lose to anyone.

Maybe become the strongest Sacred in history?

If I get strong I do not have to study either, right.

When she obtained the spring’s holy spirit’s protection she was always thinking that kind of thing. That said that kind of conceit was thoroughly beaten by Knight, and she was scolded by everyone that studies are also necessary.

Even so she never thought hard once.

There is also that everyone treated her well, but she could realize herself growing more and more, and being able to be useful to someone was purely happy.

She never thought fighting scary. Because she liked swinging the sword, liked fighting for someone.

Leas Lott had talent, and was also blessed with comrades. Because there was not even a fragment of intention to lose there is no reason to fear.

The first time she thought hard was a year ago.

That day Remora’s army surged, Alter who infiltrated the castle abducted the princess.

If she had been more proper she could have protected everyone, if she had done better everyone would have been safe.

Therefore she wanted to become. An unshakable light at any time, a completely flawless Sacred.

That was far far harder and only hard things than the time she just became Sacred, but if she endures many people can be protected, then that is fine she thought.

Because she does not want to hold that kind of feeling again.

(...Then why.)

Precisely because that is truth Leas does not understand.

That is certainly an emotion named terror.

But that terror is a thing generated by others getting hurt.

At that time. When defeated by Koito and them there was no one other than herself.

What was that scary.

Why was it that frightening.

However much the body is messed up, however much holes are violated, if she survived she can connect to next. Can protect someone.

That is fine, that is fine, that is fine. Should be.

(I am.)

Before she noticed Leas’s body was dirtied doro-doro.

In that figure of the whole body humiliated Leas stretches a hand.

At the end of that was the Tentacle Vigilante wrapped in a black hoodie.

A person who always comes when she cannot do anything herself. Creates a path to victory, always overturns adversity. Atel Octo. A hero for Leas.

Seeing Leas’s figure he stagnates those red eyes black.

’Creepy...’

He spat an auditory hallucination like thoroughly despising.

An illusion of a sound of glass shattering.

Fine, fine, she can endure this degree. He is close with other girls too, becomes fighting power, helps, Leas too incidentally.

In the first place she has always thought she wants someone other than the likes of herself protected. Better hated, despised as disgusting, taking distance. If able to allocate the resource named Vigilante to others it is as wished.

Therefore even becoming this way no problem, that should be.

(Why. I am.)

Why is that this unbearable.

"Leas. Fine, because I am with you."

A gentle voice rings.

At the warm sensation gently wrapping the palm the scenery before the eyes melts at once, and before she noticed she was looking up at the ceiling.

A room faintly drifting a medicine smell. Medical room.

"I, am...?"

Hurriedly raising the upper body she confirms her own body.

The white doro-doro thing clinging to the whole body until just now has vanished, and instead of the tattered uniform she was wrapped in gym clothes. The gym clothes are damp jittori with sweat. Hair sticking to the body feels bad.

"Good morning, Leas-san. For the time being good you are safe."

"Gu. Sacred Knight."

She involuntarily calls ’Grace’ and hurriedly corrects.

What happened. Almost making this kind of failure in front of people. Even though she immediately corrected the orbit, normally she does not make this kind of mistake. In the first place if the type that easily blurts this way secrets would be exposed immediately.

Fortunately no one seemed around so she is relieved.

"...? You still seem tired, you can still sleep. Here is safe."

Toward that kind of Leas Knight put on a slightly suspicious expression, but immediately smiled as Sacred does toward innocent people.

Wounds healed but fatigue cannot be healed. Surely exhausted, probably concluded that way.

(Yes. I am surely tired.)

Even now the body trembling a little is surely that. Decided so.

"...Leas-san? What."

"N. no, nothing. As I thought I seem a bit tired."

If she rests a little she can return immediately, can fight immediately.

Should be so, and if not so no good. Because she is Sacred.

But Knight’s expression looking this way remains unclouded. Rather seems making her worry more and more.

"Leas, you are."

"Sacred Knight!"

Faster than Knight asks the Vigilante Adre Scale landed vigorously in front of the window.

At the impact largely shaking the window glass Knight slightly narrows her pupils as if protesting.

"Alter is coming! Now Livy Ido is remaining for defense!"

"...! Got it, I head immediately! Leas-san, you rest here."

Rest?

Even though the enemy is coming?

Herself who is Sacred?

"No, leave it. Already no damage, not a time to sleep."

Probably Knight healed, the body is already perfect.

There is consumption of magical power, but not to a degree affecting combat. Fine, fine, can do, can do, can do...!

Sweat blows out, the heart beats early. Even though the body should be perfect dizziness even comes, she cannot help feeling bad.

"...Leas?"

"Na. nothing, nothing... Sacred Che."

"Eh? Wait Leas, in this kind of place...!?"

Knight is hurriedly shouting, but cannot hear, unrelated, must hurry.

With a high voice, with a trembling body, even so she tries to transform into Sacred.

"...U, a...!"

Flashes back.

That instant transformation sealed, even so continued fighting, miserably defeated, about to be humiliated.

Voice becomes hoarse. Magical power she tried to wrap scatters, the body’s trembling gets worse and worse.

"Why...!? If not doing. Must do. Must...!"

Having come here Leas finally self-aware.

Ah, yes. Leas Lott is scared.

Not being unable to save someone. About to lose and be humiliated.

Exposing that figure to someone who knew. As a result being despised, treated like a boil.

The days she thought fun from the heart breaking.

Shallow, she bites her teeth.

At a timing she should fight, in this place there is someone she should protect, the reason she cannot fight is ’I do not want to get hurt’.

What is she doing, should fight, immediately now. The ally of justice someone Leas Lott has built until now shouts.

But in a far larger voice a powerless woman is shouting. I hate it, I am scared, help. I do not want to lose those fun days.

"U, a. aaaa, aaa...!"

Hard, scary, pathetic that kind of herself, wanting to die, tears come out.