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–I was determined to save the foolish adventurer and, if possible, fight together with Tale to defeat the demon.
With such enthusiasm, I broke into the battle, but I was caught up in his tricks without a moment’s thought. Suddenly, my body was invaded by an unknown force, and my consciousness dived deeper and deeper.
Then, just as everything went completely dark and I was about to lose the ability to think about anything at all, I heard Tale’s words.
I felt Tale’s words reach my ears. It was a painful sensation, as if something important I had forgotten was being pulled out from deep within and pried open.
My consciousness surfaced.
And the memories that come back to me–
—-I was once lonely.
I was born in a small village to ordinary parents and was given the name Anri.
I was a simple, not evil villager, so I was surely loved and nurtured as a baby. I was cherished and cared for, and I was eagerly awaited to grow up.
However, my ordinary life gradually began to go wrong. Perhaps it was around the time when I was able to move around on my own and began to speak.
–I was somehow strong beyond human expectation, even when I was still a child. A child barely tall enough to reach an adult’s waist, who had barely waddled, had more physical strength than most adults.
However, my head was still in proportion to my age, and I often caused problems such as breaking things and hurting people.
In the process, the adults and children of the village, and even my own parents, began to be creeped out by me, and the look in their eyes soon became one of fear. And this did not change even after I had grown up to a certain degree and stopped hurting people unnecessarily.
I wanted to be spoiled by my parents as much as anyone else, and I even wanted to have friends. But everyone around me pulled away from me, and nothing but minimal interaction took place. I asked for but was never given anything, and I spent my days eating and spending time alone just to keep from dying.
Continuing in such a life, my heart would eventually wither away, even though I was at an age when I would normally be loved and nurtured by the people around me. Nothing moves me, and my days are tasteless and dry.
But even these gray days will eventually change.
–Yes. It is an encounter with a boy named Tale.
One day, while I was spending my daytime alone in the village and its surroundings, someone suddenly spoke to me. When I looked up in surprise, there was a boy about my age. The boy told me his name was Tale and told me that he had always been interested in me.
Tale always played with other children around the same age, but no one ever invited me to join them. When I asked him why, he told me that the other parents had told him not to talk to me.
Tale was so curious that he asked his own parents about me as well. And, to say that I was the luckiest girl in my life, Tale’s parents never said anything bad about me or told me not to play with him.
So Tale, who cared about my friendlessness, eventually began to talk to me often and spend time with me.
Having had little contact with my parents or the adults and children of the village, I must have started out as a very unfriendly and unfriendly girl. However, Tale did not blame me for this, and even though people began to distance themselves from me because of my company, he continued to treat me as if nothing had changed.
As these days went on, I was starved for human communication, and I soon began to look forward to spending time with Tale.
After waking up in the morning and eating the meal prepared for me, I headed for my usual place, with my parents working on the farm by my side. There, on a small hill on the outskirts of the village, I would meet up with Tale and we would play together until the sun went down.
We started with idle chatter, picking insects in and around the hills and trying to catch small fish in the nearby stream. I was finally able to do what I am sure most children would have done.
Looking back, I think it was not a good idea to take Tale who was cherished as a village child, around to various places without adults. It was a large area for us as young children to go alone, and Tale’s parents could have stopped us at any time.
But Tale’s parents were big-hearted people, so fortunately those days were never interrupted. As I made friends and began to enjoy talking to people, I understood happiness for the first time in my life. I quickly fell in love with my days with Tale.
-As we played together, I was praised for my monstrous strength as an excellent personality. I thought people around me would only be afraid of me, but from then on, I willingly used my powers whenever I had the chance.
–I was stroked on the head and told that my platinum hair was sparkling and beautiful. I wanted the warmth of his gentle palms again, so from that day on, I began to carefully comb my hair.
When I return home at night, I immediately think about meeting Tale the next day. What should I talk about tomorrow? Where shall we go for fun?
Will Tale touch me again? Will Tale spoil me again?
–When I think back, it was probably the first time I had fallen in love with Tale. A kind and intelligent boy who gave color to the days that had been colorless until then. My gratitude and friendship eventually grew into a great and deep longing.
Even as Tale and I gradually grew up and were joined by Ur and Rietta, two girls with a different reason, my feelings for Tale did not diminish. Neither Tale, Ur, nor Rietta had the personalities to take the initiative, so I acted like a natural leader and secretly continued to nurture this special feeling.
In this way, the four of us spent our days together happily. It was as if we had disparate personalities, but strangely enough, we got along well and got along well with each other. It was probably around this time that Tale’s father told him about his adventuring days, and he began to yearn to be involved in such activities.
It must have been Tale’s praise of my extraordinary strength that triggered my desire to use this unique power for the benefit of others and to make a name for myself as an adventurer. I think I also wanted to make a name for myself as an adventurer. I think I was motivated, in no small part, by a desire to get back at the people in my village who had treated me so unfairly.
However, I, who was treated as a nuisance in the village, had the strength to fight, and the other three members of the group were outstandingly talented among the villagers. No one refused my proposal.
As a result, when we reached the age of fifteen, we formed a party of adventurers. The name of the party, “Sword of Wheat,” was taken from Tale’s father, a former swordsman and current wheat farmer.
And so we began our adventuring activities in Bren, a city renowned for its adventurers.
From there, to be honest, it wasn’t that difficult, and my career progressed rather quickly. I started with the lowest wood grade and worked my way up to iron and copper. Although the length of time between ranks varied somewhat depending on the ability of the young adventurer at the time, I continued to grow at an extremely steady pace as a young adventurer.
However, even in those days when I thought everything was fine, I was suddenly hit by a disturbance. —Tale asked to leave the party.
We mistakenly thought that we had managed to settle the situation by telling him to reconsider immediately. What happened as a result was what happened three months ago.
Tale falling off a cliff. He was not high level enough to survive, and when we managed to get down to the bottom to check on him, he was gone. We had lost the link, Tale, that had held “Sword of Wheat” together so tightly, and we were thrown into the abyss of despair.
To me, Tale is more than just a person I have feelings for. For me, who had once been shunned by the whole village, Tale was the very essence of this world, and even after I left the village, he was so important to me that he could be called my half-body.
He fell out of my hands and went to a place I could not reach. I thought so at the time, and became terribly depressed.
As an adventurer, I do what I am asked to do because I need to make a living. No matter how bad I was feeling, the skills that had become ingrained in my body would not let me fall behind the demons of the world. However, my vision has returned to its former gray, and a sense of depression fills my heart.
Although I had two important friends, Ur and Rietta, next to me, Tale was still too big for me. The conflicts within the party increased, my body became heavier, and I began to feel a constant headache.
It was then that I suddenly heard a mysterious voice in my head. Suddenly, a mysterious voice echoed in my head.
“–You are terribly, terribly weak, aren’t you?”
“…… what?”
“Oh, you don’t seem very surprised, do you?”
The time was night. I was lying in bed at the inn, spending sleepless hours thinking about Tale.
Suddenly, a woman’s voice echoed in my head, a voice with a hint of the sacred. I didn’t even have the energy to say something back to her when she made fun of my heart, which was no longer moving much.
The voice continued.
“You have a role to play. Now that the demon god’s resurrection is near, I need a being who can act as my hands and feet in place of me, who has not yet regained my strength. You, who have given me the holy crest of a warrior, can also be my vessel.”
I don’t understand what you are saying.
Are you saying that the demons will be resurrected? What is the holy crest of the warrior? I had so many questions, but I was too lazy to speak, so I could only ask one question.
“Who are you, ……?”
“I am Arianrod. The god who rules this world.”
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