Chapter 61 - The Path I am Going to Take to be with the Majestic Holy Knight Part 2

It was back then when I was in the kitchen preparing the meals helping Fredrica and I got myself cut. It's just a small cut but Emmy screamed and started to cry. Fredrica and I are panicking with Emmy's sudden outburst that we'd already forgotten I was cut but… Now that I remmber, it was Gemma-baasan who showed up and treated my hand. Emmy did not stop crying until she saw I was completely treated. Then she asked if it still hurts even a bit even after the treatment and I can still remember how I thought of how she's strangely persistent about this when I heard her say that. . The next time I helped Fredrica, Emmy had hidden the kitchen knife. I remember Fredrica's troubled face as she was asking Emmy. [Why did you hide the knife?] [Because… Russell will likely cut his finger again… Russell, even if it's a bit of pain, I hate it…] [For Russell-chan? Then Emmy-chan won't hate the pain if she herself got hurt?] [….Un…] [Ara ara~ maa-maa~… Fufu, Emmy-chan's a girl after all.] I can see the semblance of Emmy's expression back then to the her right now… I see… So that's the case, huh. Even if you didn't get this class or even if you'd lose it right now, ever since that day, you've always been my Holy Knight. That must be why it seems like you are the one who's receiving the pain and cries every time you see me getting hurt even though I'd still be fine. Even though you were someone who can remain calm and stoic when receiving a black giganto's fist head on and almost ripped of its arm, you… …Really, just how gentle can you be… Rather, you're so cool right now I can't really look directly at you… I understand it now. Back then when you insisted for me to focus on support in the rear and have you in front as a vanguard, the thought of you protecting me must have been greater than the thought of fighting in front and get the best out of the fights. You're really way too ahead of me. There are stories that Jannet told Emmy that she really liked. The story between the Hero and his beloved Holy Maiden. And stories about princesses in their crisis being saved by their princes on their white horses. It bothers me a bit that our roles got reversed but… I think things would still work even if that's just the issue. But… In the story of princes and princesses, is it really alright for me to be just someone who is always got to be protected? Emmy really grew up stronger. However… Her heart remains the same and hasn't changed since when we were still younger. -I wanted to be a prince. As for why, well… My only reason is because there's a girl who's always crying and her cries makes it hard for my heart to feel calm and comfortable. However, the moment Emmy wore her tiara, she then look like a real princess. Then I… I understood then the most that a prince is that last imaginable thing I can become. And when I became a saint, I immediately realized that the possibility of the story of me protecting the holy knight Emmy like a prince is nothing but a fleeting dream. A thought of the Jannet's story came to my mind out of the blue. [There's these words going around the girls lately… On how they don't like to become a princess that is just meant to be protected as that is like living not anything more than a doll and the number of girls who think the same are increasing. Even a prince who is being cherished but is just meant to please the eyes of the ladies would find it distasteful, would he not?] The first thought I had when I heard those words is the face of the person I know who resembles princesses the most but acts rashly than all other boys I know. It's Emmy's face holding her wooden sword. I thought I could never be a prince–. Then there's only one thing left for me to do. [Sybilla! Sorry but put a lot more walls and prevent all attacks from coming for me!] [You really like asking some absurd things but leave it to me! !] [Emmy! Come over here!] [Eh!? Ra-Russell!? Got it!] The brilliance on Emmy's shield is starting to return when she hears my voice then she uses it to blow off two blue gigantos and arrive by my side. I look at her face filled with sweat and cast recovery magic without chanting before calling out to her. [Emmy, you've always been there for me and is always trying your best to save me and I can't really express how thankful I am.] [Ah, but I… Even right now, I can't…] [And in the process of you helping and me helping you, I came on to the realization of just how amazing you are.] […eh?] I move behind Emmy and hold her arms from her back. It started to look like a hug coming from the back and I might have heard a little squeal but I don't have the time for that. [But this time, I'll be the one who'll be saving you from your own heart. I'll make sure of it.] There's only one thing that can destroy the class called Holy Knight that has the highest defense in the world. It's Emmy herself. Then If I can protect the princess from her very own guilty heart then all other things don't matter. [] Emmy's dragon fang sword which was coated by mythril absorbs my double chanted dark magic and started to let itself succumb into a large black light that looks like it will devour anything around it. It's the ability that will free Emmy from her shackles that made her almost feel useless. The unique ability of my dark magic to ignore any form of defenses. Emmy's eyes which had been lifeless until now stares at the black light coming from the sword in her hands. She took a breath and… a sound of hand gripping a mythril had resounded and I can see the brilliance within those eyes return at that moment. Within those eyes lie not even a trace of a doubt. Seems like I can never be a prince. Then there's only one thing left for me to do. –I just only have to surpass all the princes in the stories she had ever heard.