Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
44. To eat away
Elliott and his colleagues were attending a meeting at the Knights’ barracks.
A few days ago, it was announced that Lionel Olias Viniadel would step down as commander of the Royal Knights and that Dylan Agreas Ziemeld would take over as his successor. At first, there was a lot of confusion within the order, but things have now calmed down.
The Duke of Ziemeld’s long-standing and active patronage of the Order’s members seems to have helped. Many of them were born out of wedlock, even though they were of noble birth, to be personally noticed by the Duke, the proud owner of the northern knight order, an extraordinarily large number of knights felt indebted to him.
In the northern part of the kingdom, there were also reports of one-off sightings of undead beasts along the Ulleri River.
“If we only award military honors to the Holy Knight, the morale of the entire Knights Order will be unbalanced. I believe that a time like this is a good opportunity to give honor to the other knights who rarely see the light of day.”
When Count Agreas said this, both the Prime Minister and the knights present agreed. The familiar faces of the senior knights were all excited as this was their chance to showcase their skills.
After the meeting, both Elliott and Lloyd returned to their rooms in the royal castle. Although Elliot was currently nominally the vice-commander, Count Agreas had encouraged him to rest and recuperate, and arranged for him to stay out of public eye for the time being.
“I must say, his eloquence is quite impressive. Marcus and Richard were both excited to show off their skills. …… I’m sure they’ll be more than up to the task when it comes to taking on the undead”
Elliot relaxed his shoulders and nodded in response to Lloyd’s lighthearted remark.
“This should give us some time to think about what to do next……By the way, have you told her, about the Holy Sword?”
“No, not yet. …… The actual holy sword was damaged because I no longer have a vessel, I just couldn’t bring myself to say it in front of Emily, who prayed for me. ……”
Even though he knew in his head that it was a trivial vain thing to do, it took a tremendous amount of courage to put into words the sheer value of what he had lost. It’s so unclear whether he’ll be able to get it back that he can’t bring himself to open up.
“I see ……. I heard that she has been holed up in the cathedral praying every day. I thought for sure you had confided in her.”
“Emily is very… attentive… of… things. She might have guessed something. ……She was like that on the battlefield.”
After answering that, Elliot relaxed his shoulders and let out a gentle smile.
What came to his mind was Emily on the battlefield, who would immediately notice even the smallest wound Elliot had sustained, and be the first to rush over, healing and purifying him with a dazzling smile.
“Haha…are you bragging? The holy knight was just something special…”
Lloyd’s mutterings faded away.
“The wedding is only a month and a half away, right? I suppose I can understand not wanting to cause her any distress until then. It’s a special occasion for a woman, isn’t it? This is your second time, so you may be used to it.”
Lloyd probably said it in a light hearted tone, intending it to be the kind of casual banter between two close friends, but Elliot was unable to laugh or nod.
–The second time…? No, there wasn’t even a first time.
He couldn’t put it into words. Suddenly he felt a terrible pang of guilt.
Things he’d forgotten, buried away as distant memories, kept popping up and disappearing in his mind.
It was inevitable. I was ordered to go to war suddenly, and there was no time.
At that time, I had no choice but to give up.
If I made it back alive and in one piece, I thought.
such promises, left unfulfilled, now gone.
she was sewing a dress. Late at night, after work.
I wondered what happened to it, the dress she never even put her arms through?
he shook his head in protest at the memories and words that came to mind. He tried to remind himself that it was something that has already been done, something he had thrown away in exchange for his glory, but the nausea that rose in his heart was akin to the disgust he felt toward himself for having forgotten.
What you push away while Entranced by glory will never be restored.
He glanced at the closet in the corner of the room he had been given in the royal castle, then quickly looked away and lowered his head. There, wrapped in a cloth, was a sword with a damaged blade.
It was impossible for him to look directly at it and remain sane.