22 < Chapter 6. No offense (2) >

The sky was getting darker and darker.

I took a moment to look at your arms, and I heard a creaking sound.

'I feel like I'm spending money saved up by a child.'

The old Khalian won't be too angry because he wants to live with all this.

Anyway, I got the sword first, so I had to go back across the river again. That's why Kalian came all the way back to the bridge.

The bridge to the Senho River is just around the corner.

At the entrance of the bridge, however, those dressed in black see Kalian approaching from afar and stand in the way.

Raven slows down and stops when he sees them.

"Raven, what's wrong?"

After Raven had found his way so well, Calian was obsessed with the idea of his next destination. Raven stops, then raises his head.

Then Callian saw the men in black.

The light that watches over Kalian's face is young.

Fortunately, even the king of the healthy capital was not much of a robber after taking the throne. Calian looks forward with relief as he considers how to use the weapon he just bought.

The one in front approaches Kalian.

"I'm sorry for getting in the way."

The black dress that I was wearing was the top.

I was resting so much that I could barely hear my voice because I was crying. Nevertheless, the man spoke very respectfully.

"The dead are passing by. So if it's not urgent, I'd like to ask you to wait a moment."

At this point, I turned my head and looked up at the Senho River, and there were red Andalusian flowers rising with small candles floating down the river. At the beginning of the flower descent far away, I saw several people gathering.

Calian opens his mouth to understand what's going on.

"An inauguration ceremony."

"Yes, it is. I'm sorry."

Callian steps off Raven's back and replies.

"There's no reason to stand in the way of the dead. It's nothing to be sorry about."

As Khalian said, what he saw was Cairis' funeral ritual. It meant that those who honored the dead would gather by the river closest to the house of the dead and light a candle to illuminate the last path of life.

However, it was rumored that if a living person passed by while the petals were floating in the river, the dead would get lost trying to follow the living. That's why I asked him not to cross the bridge for a while.

I looked at this aged figure that Kalian stumbled upon for a moment.

The Señor has always been a calm river.

Therefore, the Annerussian flower does not budge and flows quietly down. The wind is quiet and the candles are not shaken.

Kalian opens his mouth without my knowledge.

"You'll go in peace. I beg your pardon."

"Thank you."

It was a voice of sincerity. After I got off the horse because I didn't have enough to stop walking, the man bowed his head once more as a thank you for praying for my goodness.

'I wonder if my brother has placed the Cinnamon on my grave. Or maybe he turned the clock before that.'

The man opens his mouth to Callian for a moment, contemplating Sacritia's custom of putting a second flower in the moonlight on the grave.

"Now get back on the road."

It seems that all of the way down the bridge has been passed by Anelucia.

Callian nods and climbs up Raven's back.

The man looked up at Calian on the horse to assess which family member is under thanks, then swiped his shoulders and quickly stepped aside.

It was because the magic lamp installed in the royal city was bright, so it was clear what was hidden in the deep hood.

Chan notices that the man knows who he is, and speaks quietly.

"I hope you don't mind."

"· · · · · · · Understood."

The man looks down, and Calian slowly crosses over the bridge.

After a while, the man raises his head and looks back at Calian for a long time. Then another group of black clothes approaches the man.

"Arsen. What's the matter? Do you know him?"

The man, Arsen Hertz, shakes his head.

"No. I just want to feel like a good person."

In the meantime, a very distant candle was waving small.

* * *

Suddenly, the sun completely set and the darkness sank.

From now on, Kalian was looking around a little more leisurely, knowing that unlike the forge, he could visit anytime.

"That's a lot of Sispanians."

- The capital, Cairosis, is like a place where the Sispanians live. There are Sispanians everywhere.

I remembered the story that the so-called "Blue Soldier" told me of a successful trip to Cairys.

Yesterday in the theater, we talked about Hatsuara and the Sispanians, and all of them were covered in the name of the sign that was visible to Kalian.

A hotel called "The Sleep of the Sispanians," a cafe called "The Relaxation of the Sispanians," and even a restaurant called "The Sleep of the Sispanians."

You mutter as if Calian was bored.

"Don't you think it's too close? I don't think one of the dragons will taste good."

Then, after I saw a bar in the corner called "The Deep Smell of Cispanian Liquor," I felt that the majority of store names began to look really normal and laughed helplessly.

After a while, I saw a sign pointing to the 'Narancha' street. There was a second destination. After seeing it, Calian quickly looks nervous. Then he walked into the streets of Rangsha, touching the knife.

There was a western mayor of Cairosis.

Since it was night, most of the shops were closed, and only the restaurants, bars, and cafes that were running late at night were illuminating. Not all of them were intended for Kalian, so Kalian passed without hesitation.

"Two, three, four, here."

After crossing three alleyways in the western market and entering the fourth alley, you see a store lit on its own on a dark street. Various sizes and shapes lie at the door, and Kalyan nods as if he saw the sign saying that he had found the right destination.

- Narancha New Shop (renting Jeollseo-gu) Although it would seem odd to open at this time if it were simply a place to sell pet birds, it made sense because of the rental of the next-door Jeollseo-gu. People who want to bring news day and night will come.

However, the store building was small, or it was late, but there was no starter to accept the horse. Moreover, there was no place for them to hang their horses.

"What to do."

Calian stepped off Raven's back and stood for a moment in embarrassment.

After all, Calian knew that Raven was the one who couldn't go anywhere else with a talented owner to take care of her body, so he wasn't worried about Raven. All I could think about was who was trying to steal Raven. Of course, it was not Raven, but the bad guy who was filled with glowing words.

After all, Kalian puts a high spike on Raven's saddle, as if there was nothing he could do.

"I'm waiting. Don't get into trouble."

Raven grunts as if she had understood Kalyan. Then I stood still by the store. The black horse enters the shadow of the dark building, and only the white fur on the front right ankle is particularly well visible.

Callian turns away, leaving Raven alone.

After that, I pressed on the hood to hide my face, then opened the store door and entered.

- Daughter.

Jan rings a little louder than the beep and informs you that a guest is coming in. Then, the birds in the store started chattering, whether they woke up from the bell or not. It seemed like I had entered the forest rather than the market.

'It's bigger than it looks.'

There were so many different kinds of cages and birds living in them. From pets that seem to be smaller than Calian's fist to falcons that can be used for hunting right now.

Rather, it was hard to find birds that were not there.

The shopkeeper who was feeding the birds wearing one-eyed glasses saw Kalian and woke up. And then...

"Do you want the Old West?"

The night of darkness.

Instead of covering your face with a black robe and being wary of strangers entering a new store, you ask:

Kalian turns to the quiet cage without an answer.

Two white pets lie dormant on top of each other. There was no doubt a pair of birds, but Kalian knew it was a very well-crafted fake bird.

A small voice comes from Calian's mouth.

"These birds never wake up."

It didn't matter that his voice was young, but I was worried that something nervous might come out, but fortunately, his calm voice rang inside the store. The owner replied.

"I sleep a lot."

It was the same answer Bern remembered.

Starting with that, there was a conversation that had already been decided what to say.

"You must have flown a long way, huh? It looks very hard."

"· · · · · · Isn't that how you sleep?"

I feel the owner silent for a moment and looking at Calian. Since there was no visible stain on her face, Calian looked down, taking care not to reveal the color of his eyes.

"Hasa. By the way, the stiff bird doesn't seem to have much room to rest for a while."

"I'm glad to see that."

The owner said indifferently and took off his one-eyed glasses and wiped them with his sleeve. Then I put it back on and asked.

"What are you looking for?"

The answer from now on was important.

If I gave the wrong answer or showed suspicious behavior, I would lose my neck.

"I need a bird feeder."

"Yes, I sell birdseed here."

The birds who were chatting for a long time fell asleep again because the conversation between the two of them continued. The inside of the store was quiet enough to hear the sound of a touch.

"By the way."

The owner walks behind Kalian. You hear no movement. It was possible to know without seeing that there would be a slow sword in the owner's arms.

The owner watches over Kalian's back for a long time without saying a word. You hear the sound of your breath in Calian's ears, and the air seems to be rushing towards your lungs. The cold feeling hit my whole body.

'To live.'

The owner's voice continues in a choking tension.

"I don't remember selling a bird to anyone lately. I don't think I've ever seen him before."

This was not a set question.

Callian had to think and answer on his own.

Immediately, the sound of bloodshed echoes from Calian's mouth.

"I just left the nest to look for food, so I wouldn't have sold it here."

The owner's feet stop as he approaches Calian.

"Do you know where the bird came from?"

The defined question reappears. Callian replies without a worry.

"I heard you came in a southeastern wind."

"Then whose bird is it?"

Calian slowly turns to face his master.

I drew a long arc line on my lips that looked under the hood. And there was a final answer between his lips.

"A bird of Nevilard."

Devilan, king of Cecretia. Nebulad was a title based on the spelling of the Devil's name.

So now Callian.

He became the first Prince Cairis seeking information about Cairis from the home of the Seychian tenants hiding in Cairis.