Trembling down his own arm, Ingrid had an emotion he couldn't even explain.
Naturally, there are surprises.
Fool, I do have the idea that it shouldn't be... but at the same time I was strangely convinced.
What I recall is a mockery that still persists as it creeps into the back of my ear.
I've dreamed it over and over again, and it's easy to remember, as long as it's indispensable.
But when you think about it, not all of the villages are like that.
Not those people, like joyful disdain for a man's misfortune.
That's what I know best, having spent more than twenty years in this village.
That is why I was surprised.
I was wondering if my own parents were doing something that would even be seen and mocked by them like that.
In a corner of his head, such a voice whispers to himself.
That's not true, it's easy to deny.
If you say you know the villagers well, you know your parents better than that.
My parents were not the kind of people who worshipped the devil, and I never showed such a bare hand.
However, based on the condition of the village, we can also assume that all of these appearances were actually taken care of.
Nevertheless, that would mean that everyone in the village knew about it.
I've lived with him all my life, and I don't know who I am.
"... no? Speaking of which..."
Whimpering, Ingrid was reflexively retrieving it.
Blunt blade, illuminated by slight light.
It is the relic of my father… the one who took his life.
There is no cloudiness in the blade placed in front of me, but the problem is that the text is carved into the pattern.
What is it, Ingrid once asked.
That's what my father would have said.
He said it was a sign of his faith while gently narrowing his dark eyes at night.
Too long ago, though I forgot about Ingrid until now because it was when he was a little kid, that was odd when I thought about it.
Because in the first place, there is no such thing as this in holy divinity.
It's only been less than two years since Ingrid became the Holy Knight, but with all that time there is an opportunity to touch on various things.
But it was only this dagger that my father had later and earlier that I saw this text.
The shapes are simple, even when it comes to writing.
It's shaped like two plates intersected at right angles, and that's really all.
But if it's simple, if it exists, it can't be that I've never seen it or heard of it.
That really means...?
"Are you saying that my fathers were devil worshippers...?
The country to which this village belongs is certainly a follower of the Sacred Divinity, but it is not forbidden to believe anything else.
However, because it is a national religion, it often becomes a follower of nature and its followers if not for any special reason.
But still, there was something clearly forbidden.
It is about making evil gods and demons objects of faith.
This is not unusual, especially since it is forbidden in most countries to believe in evil gods.
Technically, there is no specific punishment of some kind where it was made an object of faith, but sometimes it was actually oppressed in the past, and no one actively tries to break it.
Besides, at least no one would want to be close to someone who is so publicly speaking.
And in retrospect, Ingrid had never heard from his father or mother that he was forbidden to believe in evil gods and demons.
There is no punishment, even though it is explicitly forbidden, which is usually passed from parent to child.
Especially in this country. That's a little different.
Ingrid is the first to know of it since he went to the Holy Capital, because few people in other countries seem to know the existence of a demon.
Ingrid knows what to say even with such common sense for this country because he has been taught by all the villages.
My parents didn't teach me as one.
The fact that it was so remembered one after the other showed only one thing.
My parents are proscribed demons in this country.
"I deserved it, too, you mean...?
If that were the case, everyone in the village would have noticed it from a pile of everyday trivialities.
The only thing Ingrid can come up with clearly is the dagger, but there is simply the possibility that it was too obvious for me to realize.
But I'm sure the kindness of the village is why they treated me the same way.
"Oh... and then everyone's attitude is convincing."
It must have meant that he held back his grievances and anxieties and treated me gently.
Yesterday, I'm sure my mind wasn't ready because it came suddenly.
There's nothing Ingrid can say about that...... no, I guess we should be thankful for it on the contrary.
According to Soma and the others, they haven't even been treated particularly unfairly because they came with them.
I can only thank everyone for their kindness and breadth of heart.
And, even with that in mind, Ingrid's eyes were following the letters on parchment that remained in his hands naturally.
Maybe that was some sort of escape from reality.
I was wondering if there was anything written there that would deny this thought, to look for it.
But what we do have is something that reinforces that thought.
There is also a lot of information written about the devil's habits, traits, and ingrid that you have never heard of, and among other things, it is worth highlighting that all of it is admirably full.
It even describes other things suspicious of the eyes, such as how to summon the devil... but at the same time it was something that would convince Ingrid.
I've always wondered.
How did my parents become demon-possessed?
It is said that demonic possession is something that basically suddenly becomes sudden.
We don't have anything in common there, and often we don't understand.
No, I should rather say that there is little or no such thing as I know... but there were things I knew for sure.
It means that two or more people will not appear at the same time as the devil possesses them.
That's natural in a way.
Demon possession appears about once a month, even now that they say it has become more frequent.
There's no way they can show up at the same time.
Even so, 'parents' are demon-possessed.
Yes, both my father and mother are at the same time.
It was impossible.
But it is not a problem that will be resolved if there is another factor.
For example, if it means summoning two demons and they were possessed by their parents, there is no room for doubt, at least with regard to the phenomenon itself.
If there's a problem, I mean is that possible... but I guess it means more than there's evidence this way and it's happening in real life.
Ingrid doesn't know what the situation was like when his parents became demon-possessed.
Ingrid was on a patrol around the village at that time, because when there was some loud noise and he rushed back to the village, he ran into his parents who had already become demonic possessions.
That's how I'm going to kill my parents from there... but the truth is Ingrid didn't really remember what was going on then.
Because I always dream only of occasions when I kill my parents… more precisely my father.
It's only because we're looking at it repeatedly, or because it's obscured before and after.
What is clear is that because my parents broke out, or the burning house is right in front of me, and that my mother fell to the ground and it's already gone.
Only that he has fallen to the ground as well, but still to his breathing father, poking a dagger that the horse-ridden Ingrid has taken from his father many times.
How did that happen...... sure, I took my dagger from my rambling father and stayed on horseback...... no, didn't I?
Then it doesn't explain that my mother is already down.
Although Ingrid had done something like a cautionary stick impersonation in the village, it was because he only had something like a wooden sword because there were no great demons or anything else around him.
But my falling mother was bleeding out of her throat.
Obviously not by the wooden sword, the tsuji don't fit.
But Ingrid must have done it.
For some reason, I can't recall the scene clearly, but only the actual feeling is clear.
"What... what do you mean...? I forget something...?
That's not true, it's a mistake, even though your own voice whispers in your head, your suspicions never clear.
I've never thought about this before... or even avoided it, so I never thought about what I really...
"-!?
But the thought was forced to be interrupted.
For in the moment, though slightly, I heard something like a roar.
That definitely occurred somewhere in the village...... and somehow something I remember.
Reflectively, what happened to my parents went through my back of my brain.
"Huh... no way...!?
I don't think so, but I can't help checking anyway.
As soon as I get out of there, I quickly look around.
I knew immediately where the noise came from, because something like smoke was up.
My back is pushed by a bad feeling, but I hurry up there...... and.
What was in Ingrid's eyes was exactly what the Somas were about to be attacked by the villagers now.
Trembling down his own arm, Ingrid had an emotion he couldn't even explain.
Naturally, there are surprises.
Fool, I do have the idea that it shouldn't be... but at the same time I was strangely convinced.
What I recall is a mockery that still persists as it creeps into the back of my ear.
I've dreamed it over and over again, and it's easy to remember, as long as it's indispensable.
But when you think about it, not all of the villages are like that.
Not those people, like joyful disdain for a man's misfortune.
That's what I know best, having spent more than twenty years in this village.
That is why I was surprised.
I was wondering if my own parents were doing something that would even be seen and mocked by them like that.
In a corner of his head, such a voice whispers to himself.
That's not true, it's easy to deny.
If you say you know the villagers well, you know your parents better than that.
My parents were not the kind of people who worshipped the devil, and I never showed such a bare hand.
However, based on the condition of the village, we can also assume that all of these appearances were actually taken care of.
Nevertheless, that would mean that everyone in the village knew about it.
I've lived with him all my life, and I don't know who I am.
"... no? Speaking of which..."
Whimpering, Ingrid was reflexively retrieving it.
Blunt blade, illuminated by slight light.
It is the relic of my father… the one who took his life.
There is no cloudiness in the blade placed in front of me, but the problem is that the text is carved into the pattern.
What is it, Ingrid once asked.
That's what my father would have said.
He said it was a sign of his faith while gently narrowing his dark eyes at night.
Too long ago, though I forgot about Ingrid until now because it was when he was a little kid, that was odd when I thought about it.
Because in the first place, there is no such thing as this in holy divinity.
It's only been less than two years since Ingrid became the Holy Knight, but with all that time there is an opportunity to touch on various things.
But it was only this dagger that my father had later and earlier that I saw this text.
The shapes are simple, even when it comes to writing.
It's shaped like two plates intersected at right angles, and that's really all.
But if it's simple, if it exists, it can't be that I've never seen it or heard of it.
That really means...?
"Are you saying that my fathers were devil worshippers...?
The country to which this village belongs is certainly a follower of the Sacred Divinity, but it is not forbidden to believe anything else.
However, because it is a national religion, it often becomes a follower of nature and its followers if not for any special reason.
But still, there was something clearly forbidden.
It is about making evil gods and demons objects of faith.
This is not unusual, especially since it is forbidden in most countries to believe in evil gods.
Technically, there is no specific punishment of some kind where it was made an object of faith, but sometimes it was actually oppressed in the past, and no one actively tries to break it.
Besides, at least no one would want to be close to someone who is so publicly speaking.
And in retrospect, Ingrid had never heard from his father or mother that he was forbidden to believe in evil gods and demons.
There is no punishment, even though it is explicitly forbidden, which is usually passed from parent to child.
Especially in this country. That's a little different.
Ingrid is the first to know of it since he went to the Holy Capital, because few people in other countries seem to know the existence of a demon.
Ingrid knows what to say even with such common sense for this country because he has been taught by all the villages.
My parents didn't teach me as one.
The fact that it was so remembered one after the other showed only one thing.
My parents are proscribed demons in this country.
"I deserved it, too, you mean...?
If that were the case, everyone in the village would have noticed it from a pile of everyday trivialities.
The only thing Ingrid can come up with clearly is the dagger, but there is simply the possibility that it was too obvious for me to realize.
But I'm sure the kindness of the village is why they treated me the same way.
"Oh... and then everyone's attitude is convincing."
It must have meant that he held back his grievances and anxieties and treated me gently.
Yesterday, I'm sure my mind wasn't ready because it came suddenly.
There's nothing Ingrid can say about that...... no, I guess we should be thankful for it on the contrary.
According to Soma and the others, they haven't even been treated particularly unfairly because they came with them.
I can only thank everyone for their kindness and breadth of heart.
And, even with that in mind, Ingrid's eyes were following the letters on parchment that remained in his hands naturally.
Maybe that was some sort of escape from reality.
I was wondering if there was anything written there that would deny this thought, to look for it.
But what we do have is something that reinforces that thought.
There is also a lot of information written about the devil's habits, traits, and ingrid that you have never heard of, and among other things, it is worth highlighting that all of it is admirably full.
It even describes other things suspicious of the eyes, such as how to summon the devil... but at the same time it was something that would convince Ingrid.
I've always wondered.
How did my parents become demon-possessed?
It is said that demonic possession is something that basically suddenly becomes sudden.
We don't have anything in common there, and often we don't understand.
No, I should rather say that there is little or no such thing as I know... but there were things I knew for sure.
It means that two or more people will not appear at the same time as the devil possesses them.
That's natural in a way.
Demon possession appears about once a month, even now that they say it has become more frequent.
There's no way they can show up at the same time.
Even so, 'parents' are demon-possessed.
Yes, both my father and mother are at the same time.
It was impossible.
But it is not a problem that will be resolved if there is another factor.
For example, if it means summoning two demons and they were possessed by their parents, there is no room for doubt, at least with regard to the phenomenon itself.
If there's a problem, I mean is that possible... but I guess it means more than there's evidence this way and it's happening in real life.
Ingrid doesn't know what the situation was like when his parents became demon-possessed.
Ingrid was on a patrol around the village at that time, because when there was some loud noise and he rushed back to the village, he ran into his parents who had already become demonic possessions.
That's how I'm going to kill my parents from there... but the truth is Ingrid didn't really remember what was going on then.
Because I always dream only of occasions when I kill my parents… more precisely my father.
It's only because we're looking at it repeatedly, or because it's obscured before and after.
What is clear is that because my parents broke out, or the burning house is right in front of me, and that my mother fell to the ground and it's already gone.
Only that he has fallen to the ground as well, but still to his breathing father, poking a dagger that the horse-ridden Ingrid has taken from his father many times.
How did that happen...... sure, I took my dagger from my rambling father and stayed on horseback...... no, didn't I?
Then it doesn't explain that my mother is already down.
Although Ingrid had done something like a cautionary stick impersonation in the village, it was because he only had something like a wooden sword because there were no great demons or anything else around him.
But my falling mother was bleeding out of her throat.
Obviously not by the wooden sword, the tsuji don't fit.
But Ingrid must have done it.
For some reason, I can't recall the scene clearly, but only the actual feeling is clear.
"What... what do you mean...? I forget something...?
That's not true, it's a mistake, even though your own voice whispers in your head, your suspicions never clear.
I've never thought about this before... or even avoided it, so I never thought about what I really...
"-!?
But the thought was forced to be interrupted.
For in the moment, though slightly, I heard something like a roar.
That definitely occurred somewhere in the village...... and somehow something I remember.
Reflectively, what happened to my parents went through my back of my brain.
"Huh... no way...!?
I don't think so, but I can't help checking anyway.
As soon as I get out of there, I quickly look around.
I knew immediately where the noise came from, because something like smoke was up.
My back is pushed by a bad feeling, but I hurry up there...... and.
What was in Ingrid's eyes was exactly what the Somas were about to be attacked by the villagers now.
