When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Without Aware

Days in the ward and finally one of the staff declared I had been allowed to go. Can't bear to lie down, my back hurts and maybe the first time I rested that long.

Moreover, unable to sleep for several days because of Fate's speech, fortunately already accustomed. Rushing I prepared myself-ah, lazy to look; unwilling to see myself. Anyway I look like a regular, maybe.

A moment to check the phone .. oh, it turns out that the income from the Grade SS mission has entered. I decided to walk again, my steps echoing in the hallway of the deserted Vaughan hospital. The hospital door opened automatically and I crossed the academy until I arrived at the Gear Department building.

Without reporting to the Gear Department's lobby desk, my leg continued to walk until it stopped in a room on the second floor.

One of the staff noticed my presence and approached. "Want to open the Swordmaster Class?"

I nodded in response and handed over the Heart Core along with the phone. The income from the direct mission I used, fortunately they gave quite a lot of money fairly high-grade missions so that it was enough to open the class.

I also sat on a chair lined up on the edge of a room that had many machines and holography.

It didn't take much time to wait for the upgrade process to complete, they gave back my belongings. Then I got out of the building and switched to a library that was a good distance away from here.

Arriving in front of the library building, I took out my wallet and prepared an identity card. I attached the identity card to the scanner near the door and held it for a while. The door opened automatically and my eyes went straight to the stairs on the back side. I continued to comb each step of the stairs while busy hand tidying the card into the wallet.

As if moved by regret, I did it all unconsciously and ended up spending time in the top balcony of the library. Sit down and see the natural treats, as usual.

"... Locking his own memories."

A very slow whisper was heard at the side making me realize, I am .. not alone.

"Fate?! Why are you here?"

Now her flat face looks at me. "Reading books. I'm sitting in the corner, you might not notice. I saw you walking up the stairs, so I followed. I can't leave you alone."

The sentence successfully made my eyes perfectly round but I was too tired to comment, including thinking about the whisper that was not heard by me.

Breath of breath later. I enjoyed the gentle breeze, the dew was still thick this morning. Late May, soon summer. The sun is so hot but my epidermis feels frozen. Spring passes so fast when I'm alone, I don't know why. Maybe it's because it's just another lie or something, and I'm constantly reminded of the memory of the past.

What else did Fate watu say .. but if I go back to picking up a sword and end up injuring someone, I will absolutely not be able to stop cursing myself.

I don't want to.

"Fate, you ... Why did you choose to be a Supporter?"

"I'm used to being a support and circumstances force me to be a support, because I'm the only supporter who fits Sen's fighting style."

I saw sadness in Fate's eyes. Does he miss Sen? It hurt me to help Fate remember from amnesia and meet her loved ones again.

Why did you forget?

I may be the luckiest person in the world but the most selfish. So enveloped in warm feelings when given a second chance to forget who I really am and my own responsibilities.

"Supporters, not just cures. I also carried out long-range attacks and injured people. Attack magic, the skill of using a gun as well as arrows. I can also be a little martial arts and can use a knife, just in case anyone tries to attack me from close range."

I turned to look at Fate in amazement at her. Doesn't that mean he can almost be his entire ability?

"Heee, I .. can't hold a gun at all, don't understand how."

"Everything can be because there is a will and ability. The Gunner class here is a little different to my fighting style. I used to use a rifle. One shot, one kill." Fate looked towards his hand. "Death in the middle of the battlefield sometimes becomes generosity for the opponent."

I stared at him who looked up at the sky. Awe grew, especially when Fate said the last word with a distinctive accent. Maybe it was a foreign language used in his home world but I understood what the sentence meant. One shot, the enemy fell. Doesn't that sound amazing?

Compared to me ....

"Fate, about that time," I said with my head held down looking at the leg that was sticking straight forward, "it seems like I will still be a Soul Dancer. Like you said, even if the supporter .. can still kill."

I laughed dryly. "I don't want to hold a sword anymore."

Our conversation did not go smoothly because I was more silent than directly said. Moreover, now Fate is also silent.

After a few minutes, Fate said, "My foster father, Arthur, lost his family in his own hands. He was controlled by someone else and almost went crazy because of it. But because of the incident, he finally made a strong determination to protect with all his might with his sword to pay for sin .. so that the incident does not happen again."

I looked up, soot eyes could not see space. I just muttered to Fate's words because I don't know if I can? It was like an idealism in my mind.

I'm not that strong.

Even approaching something related to the sword already made me tremble. Like an unbreakable spell, I was constantly haunted by bad memories.

"But prefer it like this ... provide support for others from a distance," I said limply with half-closed eyes.

Silence suddenly on the air, no one opened his voice.

The sun was radiating until I felt an awkwardness, the pressure of the piercing cold aura felt close even as I turned to the side and stared ... A fate?

"Akh!"

Suddenly a thumping sound rang out from my body that hit the cold floor because he threw my body. Unable to attempt to stand up yet, he had already stepped on my chest by sticking a slender sword right beside the ear. The sound of the iron bar buzzing so tickled, it forced me to look at the person who did so.

That, Fate. But the aura is different, like a fighter especially the color of the eyes turns brown. I wanted to get up but he stepped on the chest making the tightness buried in the rib cavity. His legs pressed against my neck until my breathing became blocked.

Ah, I-I am so strong ....

"Cowards who can only run, won't be able to protect anything."