Let me tell you something serious. This is about my past life memories.
For two years after becoming the captain of the White Lily Corps, I fought on countless battlefields, earned a moniker, and upon learning of the Demon Army’s advance in Hardenber, I defeated the Demon Lord after two years of fighting.
Two years from now, I will defeat the Demon Lord and create an interesting ending as the gods desire. Or perhaps, I don’t even need to defeat the Demon Lord? I have to move towards a “fun ending,” a goal without a clear destination.
If I die tomorrow, would it be a fun ending? How can I score a goal against a moving target…
“What’s wrong, Captain?”
I was deep in serious thought. The new captain’s job is to drive the carriage to Towa village, where we received this request. Priscilla was demoted to副団長 (deputy captain), but watching her drink alcohol in the back of the carriage, she didn’t seem like someone who had been demoted at all.
Alana suddenly placed her hand on my left leg. I could feel the warmth of Alana’s hand on my thigh. In the carriage, Priscilla was drinking, Orietta was speaking to Christine in a drawn-out tone, and Rufina was sitting quietly.
A peaceful carriage journey on a warm day. Ah, if only days like this could last forever… I wonder if the knife stuck in my leg would also stay stuck forever.
“Eh!”
“No PDA allowed.”
“It hurts! Sister Sophia, it hurts!”
Sophia, smiling, dug the knife, which had pierced Alana’s hand and gone deep into my leg, further in.
“Iiiiiit hurts—!”
Don’t dig! Don’t push! Alana, don’t move, it hurts even more.
“Sophia, why…?”
“It’s dangerous while driving the carriage. No PDA, ufu~.”
You’re the dangerous one! Where did you even get that knife from!
“Sophia, that’s enough.”
Good job, Priscilla! Although I wish you had stopped her before she stabbed me. With a disappointed look, she pulled out the knife, and blood spurted out in slow motion.
“Sister Sophia, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Alana apologized while blood gushed from her right hand, and Sophia turned her back to her and sat in the carriage.
“Sophia, heal her.”
After returning the knife to Rufina, Sophia grudgingly healed Alana’s hand with magic.
Rufina~! So you were the one who handed her the knife! I thought you were just sitting there quietly. I’ll sentence you to the chain gun later.
“S-Sophia, please heal my leg too.”
Alana’s hand is a mess, but the knife is stuck deep in my thigh and I’m bleeding heavily.
“I’m out of magic power.”
Lies. You haven’t used any magic since this morning! But looking into Sophia’s eyes right now, no one could say that. I certainly couldn’t.
Driving the carriage while enduring the pain. Driving doesn’t involve a steering wheel, and the horses turn corners on their own, so I just hold the reins and occasionally flick the whip.
Driving with one hand on the whip and reins, and the other holding down the wound to stop the bleeding is quite difficult.
“Are you alright?”
Rufina spoke kindly and sat in the driver’s seat. You’re the one sentenced to the chain gun. You’re a criminal. The execution will be in bed.
“Sophia is in a bad mood. Let go, I’ll hold it for you and stop the bleeding.”
Rufina~! You’re not so bad after all. Helping me stop the bleeding, don’t you mind getting your hands dirty? I’ll forget about you lending her the knife earlier.
Rufina is nice~. Her way of speaking is strange and her fashion is unusual, but she’s pale and delicate, the type you’d want to protect.
“Hmm, it’s a good taste of blood.”
Retracting all my previous thoughts. Licking blood is weird. Why would it turn out like this, they’re all weird. I’m the only normal one here.
“Rufina, my hands will get dirty. Do you have a towel… or some cloth? I’ll press down with that.”
“Kukukuku. It’s alright. See, if I just put my finger in, it’ll stop easily.”
I used Godspeed. The moment she put her finger in, I pressed down with my hand and pulled it out after it entered just a little. There’s a proverb about “rubbing salt in the wound,” but I’ve never heard of “putting a finger in.”
“Rufina, it’s okay, you can go to the back now.”
“Understood. The captain’s blood is sweet. When we’re alone, I’ll have some. Kukukuku.”
With that, Rufina went back to the carriage.
I have a feeling it would be best to kill her. I don’t think I’m mistaken. It’s fine that I’m the normal one, right? Being here makes me lose confidence. It’s only been a few hours, but the White Lily Corps feels a bit different from what I know.
Priscilla hasn’t changed. Still the same ferocity and physically functional beauty. Christine talks more than before. Although her screams sounded like moans. And please, no heart attacks.
Sophia has changed. She wouldn’t have stabbed her subordinates before. No matter what, she wouldn’t have done that to a subordinate; it feels like jealousy and lust have intensified. But I like that skirt, though.
Alana too, a little. She wouldn’t have put her hand on my leg like that. She was always a cheerful and energetic girl, even during sex, it was like playing sports.
As for Rufina, her wickedness has increased. I’m really going to make her cry later. With her being this direct, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep peacefully in my bed.
Orietta has changed, or rather, the White Knight appeared when she was attacked by Trolls. The one I know is the Black Knight. I’ve never heard of a White Knight. And her torture devices, her sadistic tendencies…
Also, the Towa village was supposed to have been annihilated. Now it’s a request from Towa village. This could mean Nuyoo never even existed. Nuyoo, where I earned my moniker and the White Lily Corps’ name became known to the world.
It’s subtly different. That’s really bad. The fun ending the gods desire… I believe the cooperation of my subordinates is necessary for this. That’s why I had planned to tell them everything that had happened and ask the White Lilies for their help.
“In my past life, I was the captain of your White Lily Corps, and I defeated the Demon Lord.” …Who would believe that? If I said it suddenly, Priscilla would cut me down.
That’s precisely why I wanted to earn their trust through small accumulations. Like the Nuyoo incident, I wanted to talk about all the battles we fought, the laughter we shared, the arguments we had, and all the fun times.
I wanted to tell them about being stabbed, drugged, having my heart stopped, being strangled and forced, and almost being hit by a Meteor Strike.
The subtle difference between my memories and reality means that even if I speak, I will lose their trust. If what I say differs from what happened, I’ll be seen as a liar. I can’t talk about my past life. I can’t talk about the gods’ fun ending. Can I decide on a goal with the White Lilies without being able to say anything?
Now, I’m currently having my blood vessels stopped. My consciousness is starting to fade a little, so I’ll stop here for today.
If there’s a next time…
