Chapter 682: 682 Insufficient Talent, Part 61 - Strategist ⑥

"That's not true. It's Renatica."

"Lunatica swept away that enemy?

"Which enemy? Lunatica went out looking for you and found Elsia and the others who had passed out relatively nearby. At least, that's what she said.

Why don't you thank me later? Even Lunatica is supposed to be pretty close to the limit on a mission with no time off. Still, nobody told me, but I tried to find you. "

"... yes"

Elsia was somewhat of an unconvincing breeze, but Layer followed the scene before saying anything again. Uty went into the tent instead. It's very rare for Uty to look sorry, but are you going to apologize for burning it?

Renatica stood ahead of him when the layers came out. When Lunatica urges the layers, she takes them out to unpopular places.

Couldn't you?

"I can manage"

"If it had fallen apart, either you or Elsia would have died"

"I know."

Layer answered without changing his expression. Lunatica sighs.

"Too much killing. Whoever is sensitive to the smell of blood, trying to change his sword no matter how much he bathes in the water, knows. to me or to some. The smell of people's blood, it's not so easy to take it off. Next time you kill someone, pay attention to the blood. And don't take your stuff home. Make it disposable on the spot, if possible."

"I had to. But there's not even any sign of killing people. There's a way to kill, isn't there?

"I haven't reached that border yet either."

Renatica shook her neck slowly, left and right, so the layer seemed sorry.

"Oh well. I wonder how long it'll take me to get there."

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"If you're a man in line, decades if you keep killing all night. But a normal person would die first."

"If my heart was originally dead,"

"Even if your emotions are dead, you won't get there"

It's hard.

"It has to be difficult"

To Renatica's words, Layer kept his mind tight inside, while at the same time reassuring himself. Because if I had already reached the point of killing, I'm sure everything would be too boring to want to destroy everything in the world, Layer thought.

But Layer was instinctively guessing. I'm sure it won't be far away and I'll start to think so. Renatica said it would take decades for a normal person. But the layers already know that their talents in killing people are not normal. Probably a few years. I knew I would get to that frontier.

Renatica seemed to feel like a little anxiety about Layer going out on the battlefield, but Layer knew what she was afraid of. I wonder if you are afraid that those you raise will break at the same time as you threaten yourself. It was an emotion that wasn't roughly Renatica-like, but it was probably her, perhaps the only, obsession to think that it didn't make much sense to be similar to herself. But the lay had clearly realized that if he did not keep going out on the battlefield, he would, on the contrary, break in a serene routine.

"Elsia, I'm sorry"

"Why are you apologizing?"

Elsia was frustrated that the act was already disrespectful, although Uty would take the front seat over Elsia's head in a way she seemed sorry for. That's about it, and Elsia doesn't usually get frustrated, either, but she didn't have any use on the battlefield, and she was about to get killed, and if she realized she was being treated, she'd already run out of room in her mind.

Elsia's thoughts were not childish enough to be considered successful on the first battlefield, but there was no realm of children's ideas out there who did not know the battlefield. In Elsia's prediction, we managed to storm behind our people, slaughtering them with enemy soldiers they had divulged, and finally defeating them in a struggle. I had such delusions on my own.

I heard a lot about my people before I went to the battlefield. Whoever cuts the first line shall always be gathered in one place and briefed on the battlefield. Because Rhine said the battlefield is not something I can understand with my head, but it's more than doing nothing. But on the battlefield, you can't forget the eyes of the person you killed, such as the fact that your excitement becomes too white and you can't hear your buddies, or the fact that you sometimes die without pulling out too many swords of fear. Elsia kept those words in her memory while pretending not to be interested, but none of them applied to Elsia herself.

Elsia's head grew more and more pale on the battlefield. It turns my head tens of times more than when I sit in a chair and take a lecture. That's enough to mistake myself for being a genius.

Elsia pulled out her sword without hesitation, instead of being swordless with fear. I could not hesitate to think that the imminent enemy in front of me should be defeated at all, and the extras were completely tightened out of my head that the other person would have a family. For Elsia, all those hostile to herself were merely objects to protrude their swords. I doubted my conscience if I had any feelings of kindness, etc.

Elsia still doesn't know if the face of the person she defeated will be forgotten. But I could understand that I would never forget the face of a man who laughed at himself. I missed killing the man with my own hands. That is all that remains of Elsia's heart.

Continued

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