How exactly am I feeling right now?
Sadness, or anger?
“You have no expression right now, which is actually frightening,” Miyuki said.
"What kind of evaluation is that... I'm just an ordinary person who can't do anything."
Shen Xue stared at me intently, then suddenly stood up with her long sword, limped to the side, and casually threw herself into the empty space next to me.
She glanced around before nodding slightly, "Yes, this is the most appropriate distance for conversation right now."
I looked at the swordsman's profile with a puzzled expression.
Do you suddenly feel like you're useless?
Miyuki's blunt question stunned me, but before I could react, she continued, "So, do you think that girl—whose name is Alice, right? Alice, would she really do something like that without any preparation?"
I fell into deep thought.
To be honest, I didn't spend much time with Alice.
Aside from the day we first met, when I woke up in bed and saw that guy sitting on the table looking like a bloodthirsty killer, and was so scared that I attacked him, I usually kept her next to Hikari to protect the little fool who didn't have much fighting ability.
Despite claiming to be my servant and explicitly stating that Yao is its creator, its personality is actually quite arrogant and pretentious, overly capricious, and even more prone to passive-aggressive behavior than I am. Its exceptional skill in Warcraft language and animal-related techniques is one of its few strengths, yet it occasionally enjoys deliberately misinterpreting others' words in trivial matters, causing minor annoyances to both parties.
Sometimes it will jump out at just the right moment when necessary, skillfully cleaning up the mess, like a shadow that doesn't exist, quietly providing assistance.
but……
...That's all I know.
I don't know what "Alice" is.
Just like I knew nothing about Yao's puppet maids.
I had always considered them to be extensions of the limbs that Yao manipulated, clay sculptures, in shapes that resembled real human figures, but with their eyes covered by lace ribbons—inorganic objects… But now it seems that they are not entirely like that.
At least Alice wasn't.
The moment that gleaming golden lance appeared from mid-air, my intuition clearly reminded me that this was not something a puppet, a puppet controlled by someone else, could do.
It's like the aura blade in Miyuki's hand that blooms with ice flowers, or the sword aura of the Sword Demon.
That dazzling gold color is also one of the manifestations of a martial artist's training reaching its peak.
How could this be?
Just as they had confirmed through their long time together, Alice's body was indeed a soft, fluffy rabbit doll, and her eyes were beautiful, fiery red rubies. Even if she could temporarily grow larger, it was only, as she herself said, the result of some kind of illusion.
Just like its method of leaving wounds on itself and others, and then closing those wounds.
“…So, your understanding of her has always been limited to the surface.” Miyuki nodded, then suddenly said, “Now it seems that I know more about her than you do.”
"...How so?"
Miyuki proudly puffed out her chest, her gaze fixed intently on her weapon: "Do you know why I love fighting people?"
I looked up, puzzled: "...To satisfy your fighting spirit?"
“That’s only one point,” Miyuki shook her head. “The second point is that if you want to truly understand someone, you don’t need words; you just need to fight them wholeheartedly.”
"Battle encompasses more than just the battle itself. To mistakenly believe that battle is everything is to easily go astray."
"What is combat? It is the sum of a person's entire being. In the clash of blades, those who are truly skilled in this art can clearly see through their opponent in just a few exchanges."
"It includes everything from his past experiences, the effort he put into practice, the direction of his research, his mood and attitude during battle, his views on others and recent events, his likes and dislikes, his subconscious little actions, his blind spots, and even his expectations and beliefs for the future, as well as the heights he may reach and the setbacks he will encounter."
I nodded, not understanding why.
Miyuki continued speaking to herself: "Just now, I clearly felt the noble character of a loyal knight. She is brave and unafraid of difficulties. When faced with danger, she will choose to ride straight into the fray and often charge to the front, but she is not too aggressive. She will calmly calculate the gap between herself and the enemy, prioritize the task at hand, and do her best. Therefore, she is deeply trusted by her clients."
"Of course, she was very kind and gentle when she was resting, and she was very caring towards the weak and vulnerable, and she would often..."
I couldn't help but interrupt her analysis: "Wait, wait... who exactly is this virtuous and righteous person you're talking about? He doesn't sound like that scoundrel I know."
Shen Xue glanced at me and said with heartache, "That's because you failed to feel the intense and pure faith contained within that rising sun's radiance!"
Me: "...?" Sorry, I don't quite understand the resonance between you martial artists.
With a sigh, Miyuki finally steered the conversation back to the original topic: "In short, if someone is that kind of person, although they often choose to rush to the front line alone when they sense danger approaching, they will never choose to die in vain. Instead, they will always leave themselves a way out."
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