Chapter 199: Fierce Fight (1)

The girl named Doris Stan lacked the two characters of confidence. Even to a degree of whether herself being chosen as Sacred is a mistake. Because that is so? Altina praised as the highest light of all generations, Grace with no hole except speed recognized as Sacred’s best, and Leas who defeated that kind of Grace in a one-on-one was touted as the strongest of all generations. In that kind of the girl named Doris was little magical power of a degree called the weakest Sacred of all generations. Even if told to have confidence with this impossible. In a fight starting with ready go there is no way matching other Sacred, and as for Leas even in a state not transformed she ends up defeated. Precisely because of that she twisted her head this and that, thought how to win, how to deal. As a result there were also times she defeated other Sacred with odd strategies. But odd strategies are after all odd strategies. Like no fresh surprise in a magic trick whose seed is cracked, a technique used once does not work twice. Because the mock-battle opponents are the same faces, all the more. Therefore she searched for new means, and also deceived by combining techniques used once. But she understood the winning path is vanishing jiwa-jiwa. Because Doris only picked wins several times by heavily using means other Sacred do not know, means originally not used. If that side learns, losing is natural the Doris of the lowest value of all generations. Though desperately trying to cling she does not feel able to catch up at all. Like a bird however much flapping wings cannot reach the star in the sky. Doris Stan continued looking up at other Sacred. (Ah, but she thought that dazzle is beautiful.)

Even light that never reaches chasing that was fun. And more than anything. Leas said a friend to this kind of powerless little girl. The light sparkling unlike the likes of herself laughed that we are equal. That was happy. Because she could conceit maybe she is also shining a little, maybe light that can protect everyone. Therefore the days a year ago were not hard. Because she could believe she is also light. And more than anything. Because there was a friend of the same line of sight. A friend of close age. Meldiana Calmate. The third princess, an existence too different in birth and upbringing from the likes of Doris. Therefore when first spoken to she was nervous and nervous, flustered what if she makes some blunder. And she was kind to that kind of herself full of country bumpkin. That she was called the incompetent princess she knew quite later, but because of that the feeling toward her did not cloud. In the first place she has never thought she is incompetent once. She was good at pouring tea, and good at making sweets. Energetic too, and when once going to play in the town the one who became exhausted first was Doris’s side. But the fact of possessing not even one power sought as a princess Doris also understood. Governing the country, as Sacred cutting evil like beasts of darkness. What is expected of royalty is that kind of ability, never the technique of pouring tea well. Because Meldiana also understands that fact she often looked down and clouded the expression. That Doris could not forgive. Thinking wanting a friend to smile is natural? Therefore thinking wanting to do something was natural. Therefore Doris tried to become a star for Meldiana. Around the time just became Sacred, like when Leas said a friend. She wanted to turn the face of her who only looks down to the sky. Because the shining star she saw that day was beautiful. Because she loved looking up at that. Because she could work hard thinking of catching up to that light. Now is the turn she does so to a friend, she got excited. For a friend, more than anything for herself work hard. She was innocently thinking that kind of thing. Noticing that action thoroughly cornered the friend was after everything collapsed. Doris and Meldiana were close friends, but never the same person or such. Therefore seeking happiness differing, what thinks happy differing is natural. And the things she worked hard for a friend were all all backfired. If with this she could hate Meldiana. Or if unable to understand why became this way. Her mental would still have been better. But unable to hate the other party she thought a friend, and because she ended up noticing what Meldiana desired was not a star shining in the heavens but someone adjacent. Gokiri she broke making a sound. Ah, surely that man named Alter was salvation for Meldiana. She only acted a friend and cornered. (Truly. I. What, was doing.)

Ah. Want to die. What for did she work hard. What for has she been desperately clinging. Never not to corner a friend. Never, never, never. She wanted to share the things she was happy, the things fun, and wanted her to become smiling with that. No feeling of cornering at all. But what is important is the result. The foolish little girl named Doris, the hopeless fool who cannot even understand a friend’s heart, was a dust of failing grade as a person and as Sacred. Only that. Despite that she is shining, can become someone’s light. Ah, how can she conceit that much, better die. But even this kind of dust there are still things she can be useful. And because everyone is kind, even this kind of hopeless little girl if cutting life would grieve. But. The broken heart was shouting does not want to stand anymore, already hate it. Ah, therefore the Doris Stan until now is unnecessary. Because this kind of foolish little girl is unnecessary she traced the personality of a girl full of confidence. To not make worry, to properly do the job. Desperately plugging the ears to the inside shout of what face is she doing this kind of speech and action. Because this kind of foolish little girl has no way of being loved, when streaming she desperately gathered elements popular with men and acted. Praising this kind of herself, happy, plugging the ears to the voice shouting what are you happy about despite this chimera-like fake. Anything fine, anything fine, at least whatever personality. More useful than the likes of herself Doris. Actually it was going well. The behavior as Sacred, the unfamiliar machine operation, all all. Good, this solved. She thought so. Knowing that is conceit was this year’s April.