The acceptance of new ideas and new things is a process that takes time, and the more realistic it is, the shorter the corresponding time it takes. On the other hand, the time and energy spent on new things that deviate and contradict an existing value orientation in order to market to society and cannot see a clear effect in the short term are not proportional to growth, but geometric and exponential growth.

Getting the elves to accept that a human boy has grown up in their own spheres of life, and then to recognize the feasibility and necessity of coexisting with humans is the latter case.

"So, now is the time for us to be subordinates to take care of the Colonel's troubles, so that the Lord can devote himself to the cause of describing the transformed world. ”

The tone of the girl who realized the importance of duty and meaning was not strong, and in the gentle voice that she usually did, there was a clear and strong determination, so that the viewer did not dare to underestimate the strong will of this young female officer.

"I see what you mean, but how do you make that boy honest, or willingly do a good job as an adopted son? You haven't seen him come to his senses, have you? That kind of imp who is not much different from a [living corpse] - can it come in handy?"

At the end of the sentence, Tyr held his forehead. He couldn't cope with the tedious and delicate work of caring for people, and he was even more helpless against a puppet that seemed to have only two functions left: breathing and stunned.

"Let's find a way to make him speak or just cry first, and as for [the role of the mother] and the like, let's put it to the back. ”

"This feels terrible" came out, and a sinking young face brushed past Brunhill's side.

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A voice came from the darkness.

Like a person's voice. Like many people's voices, Roland's sporadic remnants of consciousness sensed the surroundings, but there was only endless and pure darkness.

In the cold, empty darkness, like the wind blowing in your ears. Like water flowing over a limb. A transparent and warm voice is calling.

- Roland.

The darkness is like a lake of stones, rippling with amplification and diffusion, and the silent space begins to shake little by little.

- Roland;

- Roland;

The sound turned into ripples of light, shaking the unconscious darkness, and in the dark and peaceful space, the boy's consciousness shrunk into a ball hugged his knees like a newborn, and ushered in the light of awakening.

The voice continued to call tirelessly, and the consciousness that had gathered together was still in a hazy state. A chaotic perception like a white veil looked around. There is no one but himself in the white space, which is no longer dark, but still empty, and within this endless whiteness there is indeed a voice calling for himself.

- Roland, I'm sorry;

As the call turns to apology. White produces cracks.

Like dusk yellow, like grass green, like bright red—the brilliant phosphorescence of various colors penetrated through the cracks, and the light film of the rainbow bathed in Roland's consciousness, and the sound resonated from the light into Roland's consciousness.

――I'm sorry. Unable to fulfill the agreement;

- You have to live well and strongly;

The two intertwined female voices overlapped with Roland's consciousness, and as the lucidity intensified, two familiar faces were felt.

Chloe;

[Mother];

Consciousness ruminated the names of the two faces without fluctuations, and then. Ignoring Roland's subconscious attachment to the warmth of the rainbow light and sound remaining in his body, he came awakely.

The confused consciousness connects to the senses of reality, and the boy lying on the folding bed opens his eyes. Unfamiliar situations and information poured in with the recovery of the five senses.

“......”

So fancy.

His lips were slightly open and he didn't have enough strength to translate his thoughts into words, and he blinked his eyes, which had not yet adapted to the stimulation of the light. While moving his gaze to grasp the environment, Roland looked at the yellow, brown, and black patches of cloth above, and couldn't help but wonder who had this unique color preference, and liked to use this kind of cloth to decorate the room. ...,

Subsequently -

“......！！”

A demagogic smile emerged from the sorting of memories, pitch-black crystals, flames, black coats-

On the fancy messy cloth is printed a mark like a wing feather, because of its ingenuity and style, the pattern of the letters V and E juxtaposed is remembered by Roland, which was once the yearning of boys, but now it is-

"He's regained consciousness!

The female voices that I had never heard before spoke in a language they didn't understand, the backs that turned away and the figures that were writing at the desk all had the soft contours of women's bodies, and what was even more amazing was that they all had thin and flexible ears like leaves.

[Elf] - this race, which has been spurned and despised by most intelligent races, and has recently shown signs of forgetting, appeared in front of Roland for the first time with a true posture without any disguise, and if it was the sunny and cheerful boy on weekdays, I am afraid that he would not be able to resist his curiosity and began to ask this and that.

“...... Ahhhh ”

The cracked and pale lips squeezed out the sound from the body, and there was no joy of being rescued in the mosquito-like sound, and the more awake it was, the faster the memory was activated, and the terrible images and sounds that could not be resisted and escaped were displayed in the mind with the activation of the memory circuit.

V.E Company, Elf, Convoy, Battle, Basement, Black Crystal, Smile, Glow......

All kinds of information flowed backwards, and the chaos in her head formed a mass, and finally depicted the nun's bloody face and a delicate arm stretched out to her under the burning beams, and the orange petals wrapped around the girl's wrist were swaying in the wind.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!h

After finally remembering what had happened, the boy's mournful screams tore through the air. Raising his hands and clenching his head tightly, his bloodshot eyes were wide open, and nothing could come out.

The fact that the village, family, friends, elders, and even shelters had all been destroyed was recognized by Roland in the beastly screams.

After that, he fell completely silent. ”

Hygienist Dietlind Keyserling, Sergeant 2nd Class, let out a heavy breath and lifted the curtain at the entrance to the tent. The indistinguishable expression faintly reveals weakness and helplessness.

Determined to learn medical skills to save lives and relieve pain, she seems to be critical of Roland's efforts to contain Roland, even when facing Brunhill, who carries two bars and one star epaulettes on her shoulders.

[What an honest doctor.] 】

With an inexplicable comment, Brunhill's gaze slid to the inside of the tent, which was slightly underlit, before stopping.

"It's hard to believe that it's a living human being, that blank look is only a breath away from a dead corpse. A living puppet that has no will to survive. ”

Catherine Hygienist let out a long exhale, striding over to the immobile boy curled up in the shadows in the corner. Picking up the dejected boy and putting him on the medical folding bed, he covered the blanket with a blanket for his blank eyes and just looked at Roland in front of him, and shook his head at Brunhill at the door of the tent.

"It's useless, Major. This child has a closed mind, and even if you say or do anything to him, he will not respond or resist. It's just that he doesn't eat or drink because he gives up on himself, and he keeps weakening, and if he is not careful, he will shrink into a corner like just now. This kind of spiritual damage is not conceivable for the time being by our ability. ”

The hygienist, who had been trained in dealing with the psychological disorders, shell phobia, and mental crisis of the recruits, acted as if they could not help it, and after giving a military salute, they retreated. ...,

[Maybe it's more right to let this kid die.] 】

The moment the young medic passed by, the prickly words flowed into Brunhill's ears like auditory hallucinations, and he was shocked that the medic who saved the dead said such words, thinking of the sinister relationship between humans and elves, Brunhill felt a little relieved and relieved.

Prisoners, maybe not even prisoners. The human children they picked up from the battlefield dangling in front of their eyes only irritated the elves who were members of the army. Although the elves of this elite core force are not a group of pure-bloods who are radical in values, there are many relatives and friends who have died directly or indirectly from the unfortunate experience of human beings, and the military doctor may have heard anything.

"Dead ...... Liberated?"

Brunhill muttered in amazement, the words that suicides often put on their lips came from the mouth of the strong female elf, and an inexplicable aura of anger mixed with it, and then, the anger of unknown reason intensified.

"It's not that easy. It's stupid to shout "I can't live anymore" and die willfully. ”

Brunhill knows, and understands, the hardships of life and the hardships of survival.

In the most difficult days of the village's defense in the Niflheim Valley, the tragic situation of the bodies of the exhausted who died of cold and starvation, the lack of medical facilities, the feeling of the world falling apart when her parents died of illness, the experience of being besieged by dangerous kinds of people and dying - she also experienced the darkness of despair without hope, and almost fell into hell from which she could not recover, but Brunhill survived.

Regardless of whether this is the arrogance of the weak with a strong self, survival is not an easy thing, and if you don't even have the courage to walk out of the darkness -

"Are you the son of Rindo Dark?"

Sympathetic and angry human words and soothing hands were handed out, and sharp pains erupted from the back of the hand.

"Kill, kill, kill. ”

The mouth that bit the palm of his hand made a muffled sound, and the immature child's voice was dyed with black hatred. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )