I gripped the knife.
As I stared blankly at the knight’s departing back, as if not in reality, a man who had watched my interaction with the knight called out to me.
This is bad for my heart. The man will spar with me.
You’re going to use this as material to earn some pocket money, aren’t you…
“Yo.”
“Huh.”
With a knife, my reach is overwhelmingly insufficient.
I can’t win unless I dive into their guard.
I want to drag this out into a prolonged battle, but…
For the sake of the report on the knife’s usability, I have to push myself to attack.
“Haaah!”
“Fuh.”
My all-out strike was deflected, and a sword tip was pointed at my throat. I lost.
“Well, it’s a knife, you know.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Why do I have to make a knife my weapon…
“Hey. Spar with me too, uh?~”
“Me too, me too, ♪”
“I want to do it too~ ♪”
Everyone else in the training grounds, to probe the interaction between me and the knight, also requested to spar with me. Give me a break!?
I was made to spar so many times that I couldn’t even bring myself to remember who I fought or how many times.
When I went to the communal dining hall for dinner, I thought I’d be bothered again. After receiving my meal from the old woman and taking my seat, I confirmed that every muscle in my body was screaming in protest.
“Ahaha, poor you, Fatiah!~”
“Hey, it’s not nice to laugh at Fatiah!~?”
“You’re laughing too, you know.”
“Ah, you noticed!~”
“If you’re going to tease me, go somewhere else, both of you.”
““Wouldn’t you want to tease her?~ Seeing you talking with the knight~♪? What did you talk about? It wasn’t a confession, was it? Fatiah, like us, values money over men, right~♪?””
I was cornered by two friends.
I knew they were trying to avoid being sent to the front lines, just like me. We became friends by exchanging information on how to avoid attracting the instructor’s attention.
“Hey, hey?”
“Seriously, what happened that the knight came to ask about you?”
“You can just ask the person over there, right?”
I searched for the man who had listened to my interaction with the knight from beginning to end and recommended him to the two of them.
““That’s paid! We’re friends, aren’t we~? Tell us for free~~””
Even if they say it’s paid, I need money from information fees too.
“I’m really tired.”
“Ehh—!? Come on, stick around a little longer~~”
“Fatiah, you’re not being sent to the front lines, are you? If so, we…”
“Eh!? Let’s hear more about what happened!?”
“She really looks tired. Let’s do it tomorrow.”
“Cheee~~~”
Somehow, I managed to lessen the teasing. Okay, I said goodbye to the two of them and went to clear my dishes.
I want to wash off the sweat in the women’s bath and go to sleep quickly. Ah, report writing.
*Creak.*
As I entered the changing room.
I heard voices whispering about me.
Haa…
I quickly threw my clothes and equipment into the laundry basket.
Alright, let’s soak quickly, clear my mind, and go back to my room.
“Fuuuuuu~~~”
Pure bliss ♪
The fatigue in my body melts into the hot water…
“That soldier? Yes, it seems so.”
Even in the bath, there were whispers and hushed tones. If only I could scream, how much better would I feel?
Haa, I envy the attendants who serve their superiors. Well, that is, if they’re not forced into a night of service.
When I felt refreshed in the bath, without any lingering thoughts, I rushed into the changing room.
I quickly put on my clothes and equipment, as if fleeing from the whispering voices of those about to enter, and escaped to my own room, provided by the country.
While changing out of my training-soiled clothes, I considered what to write in the report.
Then, I heard a man’s voice from inside the room.
I looked around the room while changing, but no one was there.
I finished changing, and dwelling on it wouldn’t help me finish the report.
I’ll finish it quickly and go to bed.
“Fatiah.”
I heard it again.
Seriously, stop it.
………………
It stopped. It couldn’t be that the knife was talking, could it?
“It must be auditory hallucination…”
“Ignoring me since earlier, you insolent Private.”
“Hiii――—”
The knife spoke!?
“I-I’m cursed…”
“Who said I’m a cursed weapon! If you say that, I’ll really curse you, you know?”
“Hii, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t curse me, I apologize!”
I apologized to the talking knife.
The highest-ranked Magician who had the knight carry this thing for me!? What kind of item are you giving me!?
“I accept your apology. I am a legendary weapon from another world. Never mind the apology, listen to me.”
This feels like a very elaborate prank.
Since the knife seems to have calmed down, I decided to go along with it and probe about why it was given to me.
“Why was I, of all people, chosen to be the owner of such a magnificent weapon?”
“The knight who carried me must have told you. Because the chief Magician Kisarabis chose you… Fatiah.”
You say it’s an honor, but I didn’t want this.
“Yes, I am honored.”
I was saddled with a troublesome thing…
It’s equivalent to being sent to the front lines.
The knife keeps asking about me.
Is it a Magic Tool for interrogation?
I have to give the knife a name, and a lot of unpleasant things have suddenly increased.
“Your middle name is cute.”
“Thank you.”
I can’t make progress on the report while conversing with the knife.
And if I write something carelessly, this knife might report something to my superiors…
Ugh…
“This is troublesome…”
I tried to complete the report while being careful not to let the knife report anything unnecessary.
I’m exhausted. I just took a bath.
Starting tomorrow, I’ll be the topic of whispers for a while, and I’ll have to deal with this talking knife.
Father, Mother. I’m in trouble right now. Please help me from heaven!
“Good night…”
“Mm, good night. Sleep well.”
My eyelids reached their limit, and I told the knife that I was going to sleep.
Will I have to talk like this until so late every day…?
