Chapter 56: 56 55. Seven Knights in Heaven Second Place Hein Hellville Shine.txt

The second place in the pecking order of the Celestial Knights, Hein Helvilleshain.

That's what I am now.

--I am not a knight of Rastiara Fuzzyards.

A knight who could not be anyone's knight. I am a pathetic man born into a famous family of knights of the Hoozeyards and living in fear of their family name.

Such was the case when I met the young lady when I was eighteen years old, shortly after I was appointed to the "Seven Celestial Knights" (Celestial Knights).

She was led into the dimly lit basement of the cathedral, through several layers of sealed doors, and met her in a room with only one candle.

At that moment, the young lady was asleep with her eyes closed.

On the soft bed, covered with a pure white sheet, the young lady was an unworldly beauty.

I had heard a brief description of it earlier, so I understood that it was the 'Vessel of Saint Tiara'.

I gulped and looked at the young lady - at the girl.

''Is this that 'tiara' ......?

Oh, it's a long-sought dream of my country's Foozeyards, a masterpiece of magic technology. It's the magical body of the Rebirth, as left by that saint Tiara.

The man who showed me around, Feydert, answered briefly.

He is a mature man who is acting as the deputy to the vizier of the Fuzzy Yards State. Currently, the "Seven Celestial Knights" (Celestial Knights) report directly to Feydert, so he is my superior.

As you can see from his cloudy eyes, he has a somewhat hard-edged temperament, but his loyalty to his country is second to none - he's still a better boss.

"How long have you been doing this?　From the looks of it, he's probably in his mid-teens: ......?

No, she's a zero-year-old. It's only recently that the body was able to be fixed. She's about three months old, I think: ......

'Three months ......?　Then why so much ......

I am surprised.

The girl sleeping in front of me can't be a baby.

She is almost as tall as I am. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm an adult.

It's possible with today's magical technology. This had to be done in time for the Nativity in three years' time, and naturally the physical age was increased as well. The year and date of the prophecy of the Founder, the day of the prophecy, I have to offer the sixteen year old finished product. ......

'Oh, yeah? ......

Feydert continues to explain like it's nothing.

'You have been chosen to be an educator for that purpose. Knight Hein Helvirshain.

Education Officer: ......

'For now, I will treat it as a descendant of that saint, Tiara. Let him have his status as a present-day god and prepare him for the day to come. ...... I want you to be responsible for some of those preparations. You will not be able to get rid of them. When that saint descends, if his body is weak and dull, his plans will be delayed. I will have the saint working immediately.

Finally, I can see the story.

In short, it's my task to train this girl as a vessel that will not be disrespectful to Saint Tiara.

''Should I train her?　I think I can do that much.

No, it's not just about working out. This is where it starts to matter.

Feydert continues to speak, his eyes cloudy.

'Directly, there is an ego to this. When that happens, the question is whether or not this girl will accept the ritual in a presentable manner. I need you to guide me in a lot of ways to do that.

A shadow falls over the story I can see.

I answer with a question.

'Well, um, do you develop an ego?　This girl...?　Different from the saintly tiara, another girl's heart is ......?

'It's no wonder. This (...) is no one yet, but it's also a baby born a few months or so ago. Its ego may refuse to be painted over by the ego of Saint Tiara.

Nuh-uh-uh, will it be painted over?　Not living together, but being painted over?　It's--

Doesn't that mean this kid is going to die?

Just as I was about to think of this, and to kindle a faint sense of righteous indignation, I was interrupted by a cold string of words.

'This is the decision of the nation, the consensus of Revanism, the will of the Founder. Knight Hain.

............

My little righteous indignation was easily crushed by the ice cube of a national decision.

'This (...) will make you a saint for all to worship. That is to be celebrated, not pitied. You could say that this is a rebellion against your country.

No, no, no, I would never do that.

What's the rebellion?

He says what he wants to say just because he's in a higher position.

I spit inwardly and bow my head.

''What, the girl will gladly become Rustyala. We will gladly welcome it. The people will celebrate it gladly. --They will. Then no one will be unhappy, will they?　Making everyone happy. That's your job. That's why they chose you, a man of your age and a good storyteller. You can color the beauty of Levantineism, the greatness of Saint Tiara, and the preciousness of mission and devotion with your best creations. That's all.

That's the end of the story, Feydert breaks off the explanation.

But it's not enough to explain at all.

I'm not going to tell me the origins, the plan, and its founder's will.

I guess that means that newer, terminated knights don't need to know anything.

Naturally, I have to follow it.

I'm going to have to bite my lip and bear it. That's the fate of the knights of Helvirshine.

'Good, I leave it to you. Knight of Helvilleshain (・・・・・・・・・).

With that, Feydert put a chain of words on me.

Turning his back on me, who can only accept the chains solemnly, Feydert walks out of the room.

In the dimly lit room I was left behind, I sigh and approach the bed where the girl sleeps.

.............

--This was the first encounter between me and the young lady.

And I would wake the girl up.

'Hey, hey. I'm Hain. Nice to meet you.

I approached him as gently, yet openly as possible.

For now, it's to earn his trust as an educator.

The girl gets up, holding her aching head in check.

'Oh, oooh ......, ha, hain?　Wow, I, I am ......?　My head is ......

The girl understands my words and honestly tries to remember her name.

But I realize that I don't know my name.

'Me, me me me ......?　Wait, you don't know my name?　Ugh, all sorts of information, all sorts of information, comes and goes: ......!

From his words, I infer the condition of the girl.

Perhaps she had planted everyday knowledge and words in the blood technique.

If left alone, she would know the basics of what a sixteen year old needs to know. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to have such a smooth conversation with her at three months old.

'No, you don't have to do it. No, don't worry, I have a name for you.

As I say this, the girl opens her eyes and stares at me. Purely, she stares at me as if she had seen a light soon after she was born.

I give the girl who saw the light a name.

It's a name that Feydert has prepared for her.

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'Rastiara ....... Your name is Rastiara Fouzeyars.

I give you a name that can no longer be described as a curse.

'Rastiara ....... I am Rastiara .......

Her cheeks turn a little red and the girl happily repeats the name.

I dismiss it as work and proceed with the conversation.

'...... Nice to meet you, Rastiara. Oh, no, do I have to call you Rastiara-sama?　You're a god of the present person ....... Then you'd have to use respectful language, too: ....... Anyway, sweetheart. I'm Hein, who will be your instructor from today. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me anything.

I will only give the girl the information she needs.

'All right, Mr Hine.

The girl smiled and agreed.

Then she ponders for a bit, looks at me and asks me curiously.

'Mr. Hein, I need to ask you something quickly.

What is it?

At the very least, I was going to answer as best I could.

So I asked back gently.

'Why do you look so sad (・・・・)?'

But you quickly realize that it's impossible to be "as nice" and "as possible" as that.

Or is it sad?

Yes, sir.

Quickly I put my hands to my face.

I trace my fingers over my mouth, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, and I realize that my face is twisted.

I understand, but I can't admit it.

I didn't need it for my work.

'It couldn't be ....... Now I'm smiling. Of course I'm smiling gently. You're wrong, .......

...... Yeah, what is it?

The girl repeats in hearty wonder.

She must be baffled by the information given by the blood, which is at odds with common sense.

Still, I insist.

'Oh, you're mistaken.'

I have no pity for the girl.

I have no sympathy or empathy for her. I shouldn't be .......

That's what I thought at the time.

Indeed, I decided to do so .......

.............

When I decided to do so, I must have decided my path at the same time.

-- I will never be a girl's knight for the rest of my life.

This was the moment when I admitted that to myself.

If I could start my life over just once, I would go back to this moment.

I want to go back and do it all over again.

Even if the title of "Celestial Knights" was a grand title, even if everyone hailed me as a great knight, I would still want to erase the moment I realized that I was a coward who would never save a girl.

-- and shortly thereafter, I fall in love with this innocent girl.

But it's all too late.

By the time I fell in love and wanted to be her knight, I was no longer qualified.

Because I had thrown myself away.

The role of helping her.

The role of a hero for her.

And I had earned it. The role of a dirty villain who only deceives the heroine with falsehoods.

That foolish villain would continue to be irreversible.

Because otherwise, he couldn't be there for her.

If he tried to help her, he would find out that he was a dirty villain. If she found out, she would surely be disillusioned with me for continuing to lie with a smile plastered on my face. I was afraid of that, and I couldn't help it.

Not only that.

I'm afraid of turning my country against me.

I'm afraid of losing my current position.

I'm afraid of failing my family.

Hoozeyars, Helvirshine, the Seven Celestial Knights - my father, my mother, my siblings, my friends - everything dulls me down.

It's easy.

I can't even be a martyr in love.

I was just a miserable man.

I can only do one thing like that.

To make the girl a perfect 'Las Tiara' with happiness, without making her suffer.

To make the saint Tiara an ideal, to make her want to be a hero, to make her feel happy to save her country. That is the perfect 'Rastiara'. That's all I have left - that's all I can do for her.

That will make the girl happy .......

That's the only way the girl can end up happy.......

.............

I kept piling on the excuses that I was going to be able to do this.

That's not good enough, and I knew that .......

I continued .......

That's me.

Hein Helvirshain, who cannot be a girl's knight.

Thus, I continued to turn away from what I had to do, and for a year or two I continued to brainwash myself in the name of education. But one day, just a few days before the promised Nativity Day - the girl says.

The girl wished, as if the ship had found something on the horizon as it pushed through the dark night.

'...... Mr. Hein. ...... Finally, I'd like to take a look outside.

I realized then that the girl who was perfect had a breakdown.

I realize for the first time that my unconsciousness, which is the only one, has caused the breakage.

A little after this, a young girl, Rustyala, meets a dark-haired, black-eyed boy, Christ--

That's the beginning of the story of a girl and a boy.

The wheels of destiny began to beat.

I can still clearly remember the sound of it.

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