The acceptance of new thinking and new things is a process that takes time. The more realistic and clear it is, the shorter the corresponding time will be. On the contrary, there are deviations and conflicts with the existing value orientation in order to market to society, and the short-term approach can be seen
For new things with clear effects, the time and energy consumed does not increase proportionally, but increases geometrically.
Let the elves accept a human boy growing up in their own living area, and then recognize the feasibility and necessity of coexisting with humans - it belongs to the latter situation.
"So, we, the subordinates, are needed now to share the troubles for the colonel, so that he can devote himself wholeheartedly to the cause of describing the shape of the world after the change."
The tone of the girl who has realized the great responsibility and its meaning is not heroic. Her usual gentle voice reveals a clear and strong determination, making the audience dare not underestimate the strong will of this young female officer.
"I understand what you mean, but how do you make that boy be honest and willing to play the role of [adopted son]? You haven't seen him wake up yet, have you? That kind of thing is almost the same as a [living corpse]
How many imps--can come in handy?"[
At the end of his words, Tire held his forehead. He was too tough to cope with the tiresome and extremely delicate work of taking care of people, and he was facing a body that seemed to only have two functions: breathing and daze.
Doll, Tyr is even more constrained.
"First think of a way to get him to talk or just cry. As for [the role of replacing the mother], let's think about it later."
With the thought "This feels terrible" coming out of his heart, the young man's downcast face passed by Brunhil's side.
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A voice came from the darkness.
Like one person's voice or the voices of many people, Roland's fragmentary consciousness sensed the surroundings, but there was only complete and pure darkness.
In the cold, empty darkness, like the wind blowing through the ears, like water flowing over the body, a transparent and warm voice is calling.
——Roland.
The darkness is like a lake where stones have been dropped, causing ripples to amplify and spread. The silent space begins to shake little by little,
——Roland;
——Roland;
The sound turned into ripples of light, shaking the darkness of consciousness. In the dark and peaceful space, the boy hugged his knees like a newborn, huddled up, and his consciousness welcomed the light of awakening.
The voice continued to call tirelessly, and the gathered consciousness was still in a hazy state. The chaotic perception was like a layer of white gauze covering the surroundings. It was no longer dark, but still empty, and there was no one except myself in the white space.
, and there is indeed a voice calling for me in the white space on the horizon.
——Roland, I’m sorry;
As the call turns to apology, white cracks appear.
Like dim yellow, like grass green, like bright red - the brilliant colorful phosphorescence of various intertwined colors seeped in from the cracks. The light film of the rainbow bathed Roland's consciousness, and the sound was transmitted from the light into Roland's consciousness and vibrated.
——I'm sorry. I can't fulfill the agreement;
——You have to live well and be strong;
Two intertwined female voices overlapped with Roland's consciousness. As his sobriety deepened, he felt two familiar faces.[
【Chloe】;
【Mother】;
His consciousness fluctuated as he recited the names of the two faces, and then the moment of clarity came when Roland felt his subconscious attachment to the rainbow light and the warmth left in his body by the sound.
The chaotic consciousness connected to the real senses, and the boy lying on the folding bed opened his eyes. Strange situations and information poured in as the functions of the five senses were restored.
"..."
So fancy.
The slightly opened lips did not have enough strength to convert his thoughts into words, and he blinked his eyes that had not yet adapted to the stimulation of the light. While moving his eyes to grasp the environment, Roland looked at the interlaced yellow, brown, and black masses above.
Cloth, I can't help but wonder who has this unique color preference and likes to use this kind of cloth to decorate the room.
Then——
"...!!"
A bewitching smiling face emerges from the compilation of memories, dark crystals, flames, black coat——
There is a mark that looks like wing feathers printed on the fancy and messy cloth. Because of its unique and stylish style, the pattern formed by the juxtaposition of the two letters v and e was remembered by Roland. It was once the boy's yearning, but now it is——
"He has regained consciousness! Report to Major Brunhil immediately!"
The unheard female voice speaks an incomprehensible language. The back figure who turns away and the figure who is writing something at the desk all have the soft contours of a female body. What is even more amazing is that they all have leaves as thin and sharp as a leaf.
Flexible ears.
[Elf] - This race that has been spurned and despised by most intelligent species and has recently shown signs of being forgotten appears for the first time in front of Roland in its true form without any disguise. If he is the sunny and cheerful boy in normal times, he may not be able to resist.
I started to ask questions out of curiosity.
"...Ahhh."
Cracked pale lips squeezed out sounds from the body, and there was no joy of being rescued in the mosquito-like sound. The more awake you are, the faster the memory is activated. There is no room for resistance or the terrifying image of escape. The voice follows.
Activation of memory circuits unfolds in the mind.
ve company, elves, convoy, battle, basement, black crystal, smile, light...
All kinds of information flowed back, and the chaos in his head formed a clump. Finally, he painted the bloody face of the nun and a delicate arm reaching out to him for help under the burning beam. The orange petals wrapped around the girl's wrist were exactly the same.
After finally recalling what he had experienced, the boy's screams of grief tore through the atmosphere. He raised his hands and hugged his head that was about to burst. His bloodshot eyes were wide open, and nothing could come out.
The fact that the village, family, friends, elders, and even their shelter had all been destroyed was recognized by Roland amidst the beast-like screams.
"After that, he fell completely silent."[
Sanitary officer Dietlinde Katherine (etln key color rlng), a second-grade noncommissioned officer, exhaled a heavy breath and opened the curtain at the entrance of the tent. The indistinguishable expression faintly revealed fatigue and frustration.
She was determined to learn medical skills to save lives and relieve pain, but ended up joining the military. She seemed to be critical of taking Roland in, and she even made no secret of this attitude when facing Brynhil who was wearing an epaulette with two bars and one star.
【What an honest doctor.】
Making an inexplicable comment in his mind, Brunhil's eyes slid to the inside of the tent, which was slightly under-lit, and then stopped.
"I'm afraid it's hard to believe that it's a living human being. That dazed look is just one breath away from a dead corpse. It's a living doll [without the will to live]."
Hygienist Catherine took a long breath and strode towards the motionless boy who was curled up in a ball in the shadow of the corner. She picked up the boy who looked like a cripple and put him on the medical folding bed, and covered Roland with his eyes just looking ahead.
blanket, shaking his head towards Brunhil at the tent door.
"It's useless, Major. This kid has closed his mind. No matter what you say or do to him, he won't respond or resist. He just gives up on himself and doesn't eat or drink, allowing himself to continue to weaken without paying attention.
It will shrink into a corner like just now. We can't think of this kind of mental damage for the time being based on our ability."
The health workers who had received training in dealing with recruits' psychological disorders, gun phobia and mental crises acted helpless and backed away after giving a military salute.
[Perhaps it would be more correct to let this child die.]
The moment the young military doctor passed by, barbed words flowed into Brunhil's ears like an auditory hallucination. He was shocked that the military doctor who was saving lives and healing the wounded said such words. Thinking of the sinister relationship between humans and elves, Bu
Lencier felt a little relieved and relieved again.
Prisoners, maybe not even prisoners. Human children picked up from the battlefield dangling in front of their eyes will only make the elves who are members of the army feel irritated. Although the elves in this elite core force are not pure blood
It is a team of people with extreme values composed of activists, but there is no shortage of relatives and friends who have died directly or indirectly from the unfortunate experience of human beings. The military doctor may have heard something.
"Is death...a relief?"
Brunhil murmured in sadness. After the words that suicides often uttered from the mouth of the strong female elf, there was an inexplicable aura of anger mixed with them. Then, the unknown anger became more and more intense.
"Nothing is that easy. It's too stupid to die willfully just saying "I can't live anymore"."
Brynhil knows and understands the hardships of life and survival.
During the most difficult days when the whole village was trapped in the Niflheim Valley, the tragic scene of the bodies of the weak and hungry being carried before their eyes, the lack of medical facilities, the feeling of the world collapsing when their parents died of illness, and the dangerous species
The experience of being besieged and dying - she also experienced the darkness of despair with no hope, and almost fell into an eternal hell several times, but Brunhil still managed to survive.
Regardless of whether this is the arrogance of asking the weak to be strong, survival is not an easy thing in the first place. If you don’t even have the courage to walk out of the darkness——
"Are you still considered the son of Leonardo D'Arc?"
The human words of pity and anger and the hand trying to comfort were passed out, and sharp pains shot through the back of the hand.
"Murderer."
The mouth biting the palm of his hand made an inarticulate sound, and the childish voice was filled with dark hatred...)