Thank You For Being Trash

ild asked him, hiding his expression contorted in pain.

“…Am I your child?”

“You are bold even in the face of death.”

He laughed.

At the same time, the child’s heart fell to the floor.
He wasn’t Asterone’s child either.
No one, not even a beast, would stare at the death of their children with such eyes.

“I want to say no if you can’t escape that death.
My son is not that weak.”

“…Is that so.”

The child turned his head.
He headed to his own room.

How did he live until today…? He didn’t want to die here.
He stayed up all night, starved for food, and was thrown into the battlefield, and he had been living a life of his own.
Overcoming death crisis countless times.
The scars of a miserable life were engraved all over his body for a child who had been living a life of recklessness.

As a result, the child survived.
He stayed ill for a few more nights, and then he came back to life.
As soon as the child woke up from the bed, he went to see Asteron.

“…Am I your son?”

Asteron drank the tea and glanced at the child.
The child did not know why he was obsessed with his birth.
He didn’t know why he was so obsessed with hearing that he was Asteron’s son, even though he knew he wasn’t Asteron’s.

No, he actually knew… The child did not want to become a disposable accessory like other children.

“…My son is a knight.”

“…Is that so.”

The child stared at Asteron.
He slowly and politely walked out of the room.

Bitting his lips, he said that one day when his swordsmanship was ready, he would make protecting the weak as his top priority.
He felt that he didn’t want to be someone who used people as an accessory like Asteron.
He thought he wanted to uphold the values ​​that Asteron had abandoned…

The child was different from Asteron.

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He thought it would be possible.

 

 

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After that, the child prepared for the knight promotion exam.
In the meantime, the child has watched many people die from training.
He couldn’t stop.
He was equipped with skills, but he could not save any of them.

Among the dead, there were children who wanted to learn the sword to protect the weak.

The child gave himself up.

When the weak die by the sword that they wanted to learn to protect the weak, what kind of sword was that…?

His eyes, brimming with enthusiasm, cooled with despair and became dead.
He saw the death of many.
Even those who came back alive with their teeth clenched lost their lives in one clumsy mistake… Or, out of fear, sometimes out of pity, they lost their life.

Empty your emotions and cut them… He later vowed not to do that…

The kid on his mission was sometimes confused.
He didn’t know who the enemy was.

Was the beast in front of him an enemy? Were the looters coming down from the north the enemy? Driven by death, despairing in fear.
Desperate to see people dying… He lost a friend overnight, and lost a part of his body when he was caught up in his emotions.

It was directly related to death.
They waited for death.

Even so, the children did not swear even once to Asteron, who was doing this training.
They knew as long as they endure training well and become a person that Asterone was satisfied with.
They could eat freshly cooked meals in a warm house, not on the street—that they could lie down in a cozy bed.

So, they were satisfied.
However, since the child had no memory of wandering around before grabbing the sword, he was constantly curious and questioned.

Several more years passed.

The knight exam of the Carwen Empire was notorious for its notoriety.

Deathmatch, if you don’t kill, you die… Someone had to die to win or lose.
The child often fought with others.
He stayed up for several nights, and one day he purposely caught a cold.
He knew he wouldn’t die from practice matches with the kids, so he worked hard to get the best grades in the worst conditions.

The child gradually became a monster.

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The child, wanting to live, threw himself to death and practiced the sword recklessly.
Why did he have to learn the sword as he was driven to death…? The reason that even the child who practiced swords like a reckless child did not know.

On the day of the knight exam, for the first time, the child killed a person.
Red blood stains spattered where he passed.
Until now, the child had never taken a person’s life directly.

…He raised his sword to protect the weak, though he had stood at the top by killing the weak.

Was the tip of his sword pointing towards those who wanted to harm the weak? Was it directed towards the weak…?

Only silent questions spread.

The child stared blankly at the place he had swept away.
His own swordsmanship was not at the level of a human.
He could feel a presence with his eyes closed, and even if one of his legs was broken, he could handle two adult men.

After receiving the knighthood, he returned to the Blanc family wearing the knight’s uniform.

He took his luggage from the room he was staying in.
Asteron came directly to the room of the child who became a knight.
It was a room that Asteron did not come to visit, even when the child was battling a disease, or even when he was about to die.

He met Asterone’s gaze.

“Acacia.
You are my child.”

Asteron spat out calmly.

Blanc Acacia… He whispered his name in his mind.
Hidden love.
It wasn’t even a funny name.
After years of hard work, he heard the word son… However, he wasn’t happy at all.

He had to admit a fact he didn’t want to admit.

He simply became the most useful person for the family.
Like all the children here, he was freed from becoming a disposable accessory at any time.
Still, that didn’t make him special.
He just became the first knight among the children here…

He was the accessory.

After years and years… decades.
He was a disposable accessory.
All the children here were like that.
When they grew up and succeeded, they would be given a name and be treated like a son.

The child memorized his given name.

…Acacia.

Acacia.

And then, he found out his age.

He was twenty years old.
It was the age of the youngest person to be appointed as a knight.