A super traveler in a peaceful world

Unfortunately, I don't have any clue about this situation...I can't do anything about it. An Luo touched the girl's soft short hair, shook his head and pushed her out: Just go out and it will be fine , just leave this matter to me.

...No, it's more appropriate for me to do this kind of thing.

The girl tried her best to suppress the trembling in her palms, and she curved her mouth with a sad smile, but she bit her lip as if she was enduring something, and slowly held the saber at her waist: After all... I’ll forget about it tomorrow, so I’ll be fine.”

How could it be okay? Aren't you already feeling sad before you even take action? Really...why are you forcing yourself so much?

An Luo stretched out his hand to wrap the girl's trembling hand, shook her head gently at her, and removed her hand from the handle of the knife: Just leave this kind of thing to a man, leave the dirty work behind. It would be too outrageous to say it to a girl, right?

...You clearly said that you are a feminist... Amnesia lowered her head and muttered softly.

Well~ I don't think I said this today, right?

It's written in the diary...

Then it's written wrong, right? An Luo looked at her beautiful emerald eyes and smiled: Once your hands are stained with blood, you can never look back. I don't want you to take this step, so it will be dirty. Just leave the work in hand to me, and occasionally you and I will show some sense of responsibility.

...Is there really, really no other way?

The girl looked at him with slightly widened eyes, holding his hand tightly in this uneasiness and hesitation, letting the warm touch wrap around his body.

Her small hands unconsciously held him tightly, and he could even feel the uneasy trembling coming from her body, which made him couldn't help but pat her head: Why don't you just take a nap?

No, as expected, this kind of thing should be done by me... I will do it. Anyway, I will forget it soon...

Don't let yourself say such sad things... I am different from you. You are very kind, but I am different. Just leave it to me. I will solve this problem without any psychological burden.

An Luo hugged the girl a little harder and whispered to comfort this pure and kind-hearted child who made him a little distressed.

He looks like a knight, but he is petite and kind... He is just like a pure and innocent child.

Caressing the girl's beautiful silver hair, feeling her softness and warmth, An Luo couldn't help sighing in her heart. She couldn't understand why the elders in her family would let such a child travel alone. How kind-hearted was she? Is it innate or developed after amnesia?

However, from common sense, a person who loses her memory should show the purest essence without any calculation, so at least her nature must be very kind.

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After Emnesia walked out of the room and was asked by An Luo to stay outside, An Luo also looked at the wand woman who was still guarding her master.

Get out of the way, or you have to do it yourself.

.....I can not do it.

The woman shook her head slowly and heavily.

What? Ah, yes, you definitely can't do it yourself, so it's up to me...

——Whether it's getting out of the way or doing it myself, I can't do it!

Ha...what nonsense are you talking about? Your master is currently undergoing constant torture. She has even lost her mind and is seeking relief. Even so, are you going to protect her? You are already Not to protect her, but to ignore the pain she was in, to a certain extent is tantamount to inflicting harm.

...Yes, so please kill me too.

I'm talking about you...

I understand that this request is rude, and I also understand that no one can save her, but Lord Ludra should not be killed like this with an infamy! I can't accept it! I have to accept it even if I know there is no way to accept it, but—— Sure enough, it’s still unacceptable!”

As if she were facing the enemy who killed her father, the woman glared at him with gnashing teeth and made a very willful speech.

I said, even if you stare at me like this and tell me this, there is no point... This is not something I am willing to do? This is her own request. I am not a murderer. If Can I just want to leave now?

——You turned me into a human! So you have to take responsibility!

What responsibility?

....Kill me when I stop you.

It would be better if I wait for a while, until the magic power I injected into you is used up.

Then I'll kill you.

The woman took out a dagger from the waist of the great witch Ludra and pointed it at An Luo.

...Why are you doing this?

Lord Ludra has always loved me very much and treated me well. I can't just watch her die unjustly like this, but I can't save her, so... let me be loyal at least once.

You are an object, and it is normal to be powerless.

That's not a reason.

...You are really troublesome.

I know.

...Okay, since you insist on doing so.

Facing the determination and pleading on the woman's face, An Luo sighed deeply and was forced to understand once again that even if the items he had given to his body were still not at his mercy and had his own ideas.

If possible, could you finally grant me a request?

What?

...Help Lord Ludra restore his reputation. If you kill Lord Ludra, you will definitely become a hero of this country, so if you tell everyone the truth of the matter, they will definitely believe it.

I had this plan.

Thank you. The woman's face softened a little, and then she was stunned for a moment: Well... I haven't asked for your name yet?

An Luo.

Then... Lord An Luo, I really, really thank you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to meet Lord Ludra for the last time. Thank you for agreeing to my terms. I will also sincerely support you. Praying for the future.”

.....You are welcome.

As he spoke, the sharp blade penetrated the body of the smiling woman in front of him.

As blood spattered, the dagger fell to the ground with a ding sound.

Then there was another burst of blood, and another life disappeared from this world.

When An Luo came out of the room, the ice in the entire country also dissipated quickly. The people who had regained freedom from the ice were at a loss and didn't know what happened, but they quickly understood what happened. In order to recover, Free and cheering, only the girl squatting at the door was still very depressed. Just looking at it made people guess how uncomfortable she was.

The king, who had thawed out of the ice, seemed to know that it was An Luo, an outsider, who had solved the witch and rescued them. He personally brought people to express his thanks and happily grabbed An Luo's hand:

Today is really a memorable day! We must thank you for defeating the devil and saving us from the nightmare! If there is anything you want, whether it is gold, silver, treasures or anything else, I can give it to you! Ah, Why don't you go to the palace first and I'll host a banquet with the highest quality...

Wait, please look at this first.

An Luo stretched out his hand to stop the delighted king from continuing, and took out the letter from the great witch Ludra, explaining the truth of the matter to it, which made the faces of the people watching the hero suddenly become complicated.

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The frozen country was rescued, and the disease was cured with the efforts of the great witch Ludra. The cheers turned into mourning, and the celebration banquet was changed to a state funeral. They prepared to build a statue to commemorate the misunderstood but still worked hard for this country. Rudra, the great witch who sacrificed herself.

And An Luo is still regarded as a hero, but when they want to cheer for freedom, but feel sad for misunderstanding and even being unable to apologize, An Luo takes Emnesia, who is always depressed, from this The country leaves.

I'm sorry... Emnesia, who was sitting on the broom, suddenly murmured and hugged him from the side: I might have killed someone before I lost my memory. I should be the one responsible for this. It would be better to do...

It's okay, I don't care at all, but you care too much, right? You're still thinking about it now...

An Luo, you are indeed very gentle...

Amnesia closed her eyes and leaned against him, pressing her cheek against his body. She didn't believe his words at all, which made An Luo feel a little depressed: What I said this time is true.

Really?

Really...oh? Meeting the girl's pure gaze, An Luo hesitated a little inexplicably.

Then let it be that way.

.....All right.

Feeling that the explanation was unclear, Anluo gave up the explanation. Emnesia didn't believe it anyway, so there was no point in explaining it.

In fact, although this is indeed not the first time he has killed someone, and he doesn't care much about killing people, it is certainly impossible to say that he doesn't care at all.

After all, the other party is a truly pitiful person, and he would not want to kill him if possible, so his mood is naturally filled with complex emotions that are difficult to let go.

At night.

The two of them camped on the bank of a river formed by an aimless snake along the plain. The girl squatted in front of an unknown and unfamiliar flower under the pale moonlight, gazing at the flower as if she would never get tired of seeing it. Or maybe just staring at the flowers in a daze...

An Luo, who was watching the girl carefully, noticed that the white robe on the girl's body was covered with dirt, but from a distance, she looked like a lamb who only wanted to eat flowers, and he couldn't help but look at it. The girl was in a trance.

And late at night, the girl who finished writing today's diary by the fire did not get into the tent as usual, but sat next to An Luo and lay down on her side without saying anything, with her pillow on the cross-legged On the lap of An Luo who was playing with the bonfire.

Hey? You don't want to sleep like this, right? Will you catch a cold if you sleep like this?

It's okay, An Luo will take care of me.

Don't be willful on the premise that I will take care of you.

No, I just want to be a little bit coquettish...can't I?

...Whatever you want. By the way, coquettishness and willfulness are almost synonyms.

Yes, I remember~ The girl who was looking at him pitifully a moment ago curled her lips and showed a faint smile, then nodded seemingly satisfied, and added in a low voice: But tomorrow, I will definitely I’ll forget it again.”

...I'll remind you.

Thank you~ I'll leave it to you then~!

The girl smiled mischievously, as if she didn't mean to take these words seriously. An Luo couldn't help but sigh, but he didn't say anything else. He was just going to wait for her to fall asleep and carry her to the tent.

Whenever the breeze blows, the girl's soft silver hair sways in the cool breeze, and exudes a pleasant fragrance, which An Luo can't help but touch.

The girl who seemed to feel very comfortable soon began to cry out and fell into a very peaceful sleep.

After waiting for a while, An Luo took the opportunity to take her diary after seeing her asleep, tore up what she had written today, and threw it into the fire in front of him.

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The next day, Emnesia was reading the diary and found the torn marks. She argued with him for a while before accepting that she actually tore the diary herself, and the supposedly ordinary trip quickly continued.

On this endless grassland, no one could be seen except them, but Emnesia's mood was similar to normal. She shook her legs carefree and looked into the distance. She always looked at The grasslands and forests are something you won’t get tired of...or even if you get tired of seeing them, you will soon forget them.

To the extent that I don’t get tired of it, it seems that amnesia is not always a bad thing.

In the afternoon, the two of them could almost see from a distance, the final stop of this journey... the city of faith, East.

We'll be home soon. How do you feel? Looking forward to it? Uneasy?

An Luo moved his gaze away from the high wall and looked at the girl beside him who had calmed down.

Hmm~ I don't know.

Amnesia pondered for a moment, but gave a rather ambiguous answer.

Uh, what's the answer to this?

Even if you ask me this, I really don't know. The City of Faith may be my hometown, but I don't know why I always feel like I don't want to go back. There is only one way - well, here we are... This level of feeling.”

Is it because I have no memory? Or did something bad happen in the City of Faith?

I don't know~ But it's a little strange...

What?

Obviously I only met An Luo in the morning, but I don't know why, I just don't want to be separated like this. I hope the journey can be longer... or something, maybe deep down in my heart I really don't want to go home.

At the end of her words, Amnesia smiled sheepishly.

Well, for a silly kid like you who is happy and happy, there probably won't be any problems. It's probably just a problem of running away from home and worrying about being scolded when you go back. Otherwise, why would you go all the way home?

An Luo tried to dispel her concerns about home with a light topic, but this statement made Emnesia reluctantly pouted her lips, turned her face away from him like a child having a tantrum, and retorted angrily: I won't do anything like running away from home! Besides, it's too far away from home, right?

Of course this is a joke.

Stop playing tricks on me!

Yes yes~

During the relaxed conversation, the two quickly arrived at the city wall.

East, the capital of faith, is surrounded by a huge city wall. The city wall is obviously larger than a normal country, but the city gate is a bit exaggeratedly small and can only accommodate a carriage.

This made An Luo couldn't help but wonder if they had gone too far in seclusion. People who didn't know thought they were fighting giants, so the city walls were so big but the gates were so small.

Amnesia stood at the city gate and looked up at the city wall for a while, then she came to the city gate and knocked dong dong dong on the city gate, which was smaller than the courtyard door of an ordinary house.

——Excuse me! Is anyone here?

After waiting like this for a while, the wooden door was quietly opened from the inside. A magician wearing a hood observed the two people at the entrance without saying a word, which made the girl who finally felt like she was home say nervously. : That, that, I am Emnesia who was born in this country...

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