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Chapter 41
Fiance? Fiance?? ? So, am I going to be Karl’s wife?
Oh my. Oh my! How so desirable! Ah, no! Shaful words!
“Eh, oh my?”
“Rav?”
“Hehe. By your reactions, it must be true!”
No! Calling fiance! You shouldn’t say such things! We’ve only just beco slightly closer, haven’t we, Karl?!
What if he gets overwheld and pushes away even more!
I have to stop her. It’s not like that between us, I need to step up and make it clear.
Although soday it might really beco like that, it’s not now. That’s how it should be…
“Lavrenti?”
“Feel free to just call Rav!”
“Ah, okay. Rav. I’m really glad to et you.”
“Yes! Nice to et you! Oh, but you can speak comfortably!”
“Oh dear. Can I really do that? You’re an esteed person.”
Yes. She’s an esteed person. Calling ‘Fiance’… Hmhm. That’s not it.
No, no! Decorum! She received a Silver rit dal, so I must maintain manners!
Right! So, I behave with manners. Not because she called ‘Fiance’!
“Rav.”
“Yes, Master.”
“It’s not like that between us. Apologize to Selena quickly.”
Karl?! It’s not exactly his fault, but isn’t it a bit much to ask for an apology?!
“Eh? Isn’t that so?”
“No. It’s just that I made Selena uncomfortable because of that long ago.”
Of course, it was uncomfortable! But now it doesn’t bother at all! I’m not uncomfortable at all!
I even wish it were like that! So, Rav, you’re just—
“If that’s the case, then I’m glad… No. I’m sorry. Selena. I made a mistake.”
“…No, Rav. It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Okay. If anyone did anything wrong, it was Karl. And .
I suppressed the sigh that was about to co out. It seed like we had a long way to go.
…Wait, was there sothing before the apology just now? Must be my imagination?
* * *
It was almost a disaster. Our barely recovered relationship almost fell apart again.
Selena’s ntal state was on the brink of collapse after the public confession incident.
And I, getting heavily scolded, also had my ntal state shattered into molecules.
I don’t want to recall that ti as much as possible.
Thanks to that, I went through hell in the military and faced all sorts of things.
Selena must have had a tough ti too, full of guilt and hardships.
“Let’s sit down for now. There are a few things I want to ask while we’re at it.”
“Yes, Master.”
First of all, I will ask why she’s calling ‘Master.’ Definitely.
“Congratulations on your discharge. When did you get out?”
“A few days ago. I don’t think the ink on the certificate is even dry yet..”
“It hasn’t been that long since I got out either.”
Then suddenly, I notice the Silver rit dal on Rav’s chest.
Both Selena and I, we were quite curious about that.
“You even got a dal. You must’ve been told to just stay in the army, right?”
“Oh, this? Master is right. On the day of my discharge, they kept asking if I had any intention of staying.”
“…And you endured that?”
“Yes? Oh, should I have gotten angry?”
I would’ve done more than just get angry, I might have split the skull of the person who kept asking like that on the day of their discharge. Isn’t that crossing the line a bit too much?
Just sending that child ho alive is sothing that would have made Jesus and Buddha give up their seats and say, ‘You are too nice.’
“Did you also save people like Karl?”
At that mont, Selena, who had been quietly listening, asks subtly about the dal.
Could Rav also? So, is that why she’s calling ‘Master’?
If that’s the case, it makes sense. If you were inspired by and did it—
“No. Selena. That’s not it. I haven’t saved hundreds of lives like Master. I’ve only killed to stay alive like any other soldier.”
On the battlefield, a soldier kills the enemy. It’s natural. Nothing to be ashad of.
But to get a dal for it ans you’re not just killing like everyone else.
“Well. Actually, I was a sniper.”
“…Huh?”
You call master. You call yourself my disciple. But suddenly, a sniper cos up.
“A sniper?”
“Yes. The Kanfras… Ah! I an, here Kanfra refers to…”
“I know. Hardline elves. The Hawks. Luzerne.”
“Oh! You know?”
“Thanks to soone.”
Well, of course, I should know. People close to are more likely to say Kanfra than Elves.
My small wish is to make sure there are no people calling Luzernes elves anymore.
“So, Rav? What about the Kanfras?”
“I was called the White Feather by those guys.”
“…Wait. What did you say?”
White Feather? With an official sniper record of 93 kills, unofficially reaching around 300 kills.
And to think that the crazy sharpshooter who sniped without even using a scope was Rav?!
“White… Feathers?”
“Oh. You don’t know. Hehehe… Well, it’s not like I’ve accomplished anything as impressive as Master. I’m embarrassed now. I feel like I shouldn’t have said anything!”
No. Absolutely not. If anything, you might be more famous than . Unbelievable.
When listing the most reliable people on the battlefield, the noun that must be included is the sniper, the sharpshooter.
Among them, the White Feather, the sharpshooter, was rumored to be the best of the best.
Even though it’s a story far from our frontlines, it was impressive enough to be talked about.
“Wow. That’s impressive. So hit the enemy with just one shot, while others hit their allies with just one shot.”
“Sergeant Karl. Can’t you switch to the White Feathers’ unit?”
Looking back on it now, it’s ridiculous. I got made fun of for my marksmanship.
The best sniper, the best sharpshooter, the white feather, calls her master!
“No, wait. Wait.”
I can’t wait anymore. I can’t wait. I have to ask.
Why am I a master? Why do you call yourself my disciple?
“Are you really the White Feather who’s known to be the top sharpshooter?”
“Um, I’m embarrassed to say that I am. Master.”
“But why are you my disciple? Why am I your master?”
* * *
People join the Imperial Army for various reasons.
So do it to prove themselves. So do it to gain courage. And so, just because they’re pushed into it.
From that perspective, I could say I was the third.
“The reason for enlisting is quite shocking, Miss Lavrenti. To shut people’s mouths, you say.”
I still rember the female officer in charge of won’s enlistnt shaking her head.
But what could I do? I have six younger siblings under my care.
My parents were surely good people. They raised us with all their might.
They always showered us with affection and worked day and night to ensure we didn’t starve.
I loved such parents. And I loved my siblings too.
So, I left ho and enlisted in the army.
For my family. To lessen the burden and share it once discharged.
“I don’t want to know what kind of people you were outside or what you did! I’m not curious, and I don’t need to know! Do you know why?!”
“I don’t know, sir!”
“It’s because you’re no longer ‘people’! From now on, you’re soldiers! Because within the Imperial Army, regardless of what you were outside, you’re all just the sa soldiers!!”
Training was tough. Those who couldn’t adapt properly were all disciplined.
I, too, felt the urge to give up several tis. I cried because I missed my parents and siblings.
But I couldn’t. I had a family to take care of.
As the eldest daughter, I had an obligation to lighten the burden of both parents.
…But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would end up on the battlefield.
“Private Lavrenti. You’re being transferred from logistical support to a rifleman position.”
Was it because my shooting scores during training were sowhat good? That’s how I beca a rifleman.
At first, I thought it was fortunate. At least I wouldn’t have to fight elves with a spear.
“No, wait. Just a mont.”
It’s unbelievable now. I received so much ridicule for my marksmanship skills.
But when they talk about the best sniper, the top sharpshooter, they call a master!
“No, wait. Just a mont.”
I can’t delay any longer. I can’t wait any longer. I have to ask. Why am I a master? Why do you call your disciple?
“Are you really the White Feather? The top sharpshooter known as the White Feather?”
“Um, unfortunately, that’s true. Master.”
“But why are you my disciple? Why am I your master?”
*
People join the Imperial Army for various reasons.
So do it to prove themselves. So do it to gain courage. And so, just because they’re pushed into it.
From that perspective, I could say I was the third.
“Your reason for enlisting is quite shocking, Miss Lavrenti. To shut people’s mouths, you say.”
I still rember the female officer in charge of won’s enlistnt shaking her head.
But what could I do? I have six younger siblings under my care.
My parents were surely good people. They raised us with all their might.
They always showered us with affection and worked day and night to ensure we didn’t starve.
I loved my parents. And I loved my siblings too.
So, I left ho and enlisted in the army.
For my family. To lessen the burden and share it once discharged.
“I don’t want to know what kind of people you were outside or what you did! I’m not curious, and I don’t need to know! Do you know why?!”
“We don’t know, mam!”
“It’s because you’re no longer ‘people’! From now on, you’re soldiers! Because within the Imperial Army, regardless of what you were outside, you’re all just the sa soldiers!!”
Training was tough. Those who couldn’t adapt properly were all disciplined.
I, too, felt the urge to give up several tis. I cried because I missed my parents and siblings.
But I couldn’t. I had a family to take care of.
As the eldest daughter, I had an obligation to lighten the burden of both parents.
…But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would end up on the battlefield.
“Private Lavrenti. You’re being transferred from logistical support to a rifleman position.”
Was it because my shooting scores during training were sowhat good? That’s how I beca a rifleman.
At first, I thought it was fortunate. At least I wouldn’t have to fight elves with a spear.
However, soon I had no choice but to abandon that thought…
“Value your gun more than your life!”
“If you miss, be prepared! Do you know how expensive ammunition is?!”
Wasn’t our empire the best in guns and gunpowder…? And yet this…?
I thought it was just a matter of shooting, but it wasn’t. It was mandatory to hit for the sake of our empire’s citizens.
But, wait… That’s easier said than done. How difficult it is to hit the target.
Of course, I wanted to shoot well. Just thinking about the taxes my parents paid for these bullets.
And finally, the battlefield we encountered… was hell. It was a nightmare that I never want to recall.
“Aaaah!”
“My arm! My arm!!”
“Get him to the rear imdiately! Quickly!”
As days passed, the situation worsened. We beca more like beasts than humans.
It was only by the presence of those who had been with until now that I could barely hold on.
One day, we received orders to move to a place far from our frontline.
At first I thought we were going to the rear, but then I realized it was a reserve for a counterattack.
And there, by chance, I t him.
“You’re really great if you’re good at shooting. Karl.”
“Sorry for the noise, Sergeant.”
While everyone else was resting, there was a man practicing with his gun alone.
At first, it was out of curiosity. I approached, wondering why he was doing that.
And during our brief ti together, I heard stories about shooting from him.
“Look. Don’t pull the trigger right away, but calm your breath first…”
“Control your breath well. Don’t close your eyes. The muzzle should always face forward.”
“Posture is also important. Find a place to support yourself like this. If there isn’t any…”
“In my previous life… No. I know a guy who crawled 1500m just to shoot.”
“You’re doing well. From what I see, you could really beco a sharpshooter.”
It was a brief encounter. But more than anything, it was intense.
Until then, I had always been filled with a sense of obligation.
But he, not as a duty, but with words of praise, lifted up.
It was the first ti soone sincerely, brightly praised .
‘That’s why I’m so glad, Master. You said you had no relationship with her.’
If there was a relationship, we’d be talking at gunpoint… Oh, no. Am I going crazy?
* * *
“…”
That’s the reason Lavrenti called a master.
But from what I rember, despite saying that, I didn’t hit a single shot next to Lavrenti, did I?
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