184 < Chapter 32. My Sword (4) >

Remain's head rises quietly as he lowers his glasses.

Generally, there were quite a lot of words in the eyes that were submerged like deep water that was hard to feel the flow. It seemed irritating and annoying, and even though it was full of annoyance, it was a repentant look.

It would be anger at why I should listen to this, annoyance at not being able to argue with it, annoyance at how long I have to deal with it, and repentance for the past time I've been friendly with this guy.

- With Cairis always waiting for spring to come, what can I say about this joyous joy? · · · · · · ·

A letter full of rhetorical words that don't match.

'Send your third son, who is engaged to my son, down quickly. I'm bored.'

I was sending the letter with a thoughtful change of contents, without fixing it every day. It was clear that he intended to send it until he received a reply.

It was a letter from one of the ducs, and Remain couldn't burn it, tear it, and crumple it up as much as he wanted. He folded it back and gave it to Raul, Grand Chamberlain, sighing deeply.

Sitting on a distant couch, Alan opens his mouth as he looks at the fascinating battle between the wizards.

"I'm going to let my youngest prince go while eating someone else's child."

After saying this with a face to measure how far the fire spread across the river, I grabbed the apricot on the tart. Apricot, stuffed with sugar, fits Alan's taste very well.

By the way, Slayman was definitely pinching Remain's attitude of selling Demirea's precious name rather than the purpose of taking her as his son-in-law. Whether Remain knew he had already promised Demirea a fair reward or not, Slayman was making fun of Remain as Slayman did.

Remain was in real trouble, knowing it was a simple prank for no other reason. No matter how malicious the letters may be, it's between the royal family and the duchess. If it was just Slay, Le Maine could ignore these letters lightly and not take them seriously.

"Come to think of it, sending the prince won't be a bad idea."

Send Kalian to Siegfried.

A little while ago, Alan came back with a list of names to increase the Wizard of the Balkans and asked one of Calian's escort acolytes to take the position of knight.

It was Le Maine who faked the identity of Kyrie and Hina as "Kyrie Bern," a civilian in Whitlin territory. When that comes to mind, I say I'm worried about whether I can trust the acolyte to be Calian's guardian, but I hear he's better at taking care of her than you are. So Remain was a little depressed.

And now you want me to just send Calian to Siegfried. Of course you're joking, but his depression was a little annoying.

"This is just an interesting spectacle for Earl Manasil."

Alan grins and picks up his fork again. Then he ate a few more apricots on top of the tart and entered as a car full of lime and mint.

"I'm just enjoying myself so much time watching."

After admitting Calian's marriage to Demirea and making it a fact, I wonder when I'll see Remain suffering from Slayman again.

After picking out all the apricots on top of the tart, Remain sighs a little.

"Besides, if Prince Kalian is going to Siegfried, I'd be the one to welcome him. The backyard of the Duke of Siegfried will be many times more comfortable and secure than the handover of the paper chair you are sitting on."

You came to Cairys to give Callian a threesome, and now it's all over. Raise another drink and get married.

Not long ago, he gave up on Calian and was so worried about what was going to happen. Now he wants me to send him down again. It was an indistinguishable speech, even if it was a joke or not.

Remain sighs once more.

Allen, who saw it, picks up the last apricot from the agitated tart and says,

"Just a few bottles of wine and we'll be quiet." Apologize for what you've done, and don't even think about explaining the verse. "

Alan has finally come up with the right advice.

It means, "Do not add another explanation, just send me a drink." It means it's in the drink, and Le Maine says to just stay put so that only Slay can interpret it.

After all, a marriage between the two is hard to achieve in a lifetime. There's no way Callian's going to Siegfried after giving up the three-way, but there's no way Demirea's going to play queen.

Instead of confirming that, we just asked each other to take advantage of it roughly. The parties have already agreed to stay that way.

"If Prince Kalian later learns that this is a penniless business, don't you think he should keep his relationship in order to prevent the nobles from turning their heads?" "

Le Maine, who was about to tell me why that Demirea's father was so preoccupied with something called Slayman, kept her mouth shut.

The wizard, who would never say anything wrong, seemed to nod without saying anything else, because he was reasonably expected to do something harsh.

* * *

It could be a dream all the time.

Or should I say in the past. Or should I say, another memory of where I've lived.

Chase opens his eyes quietly, thinking of things that are hard to even call. Bright sunlight was leaking through the curtain before going to sleep.

In the meantime, I could not sleep until dawn, so I barely opened my eyes after the late morning, but not recently. I literally kept having long sleeps dreaming. I kept everything in my mind, not trying to wake up. I kept dreaming like that.

Soon, Chase rises to his feet, taking care not to make another sound. And I opened my mouth in a very small voice.

"I had the most unexpected dream."

I wanted to dream in a little more detail about what Kalian asked me to do, but then I remembered a new memory that I didn't think was due to the long dream.

Chase makes a small noise that he cannot hear outside, leading him to a visit that can be seen from afar.

Tailan Castrin.

Now it's Chase's teacher and escort knight. And in the past, a master of Bern and an escort knight of Devil Lane, the continent's mightiest sodmaster.

Since I told you never to touch her when she was asleep, Knight Tailan would stay outside until he heard her moving in Chase's room. That's why Chase was about to wake up from the sound of killing Tailan so he wouldn't notice he was awake.

It was because he didn't want to show Tailan that Chase's eyes were full of confusion leaning against the head of the bed.

Once more, a small voice came out.

"Is it true, or is it imaginary?"

Sometimes Chase had questions.

It was just a question of whether what was really seen in the dream was really there or if Chase's imagination was mixed up.

Some people wanted to think it was too harsh to believe it was true, and some people wanted it to be true because it was too good to think it was simple.

It was mostly about Bern.

It was too harsh to believe because it was true, and a mixture of too happy and good memories to imagine. Because I wanted something to be imagined, but I wanted something to be true, and every time I had a dream about Bern, I felt it.

But today was a little different.

Even though it wasn't about Bern, I had a dream that I wanted to believe was true, and I wanted to be lucky on the other hand.

- Bern.

Chase opens his mouth and puts his name on his mouth.

"· · · · · · · You weren't the only one who lived in hiding."

There was something I didn't tell you either.

I also knew one thing that I had never known.

In retrospect of one of the hidden stories we learned today, Chase laughs silently.

After that, I moved my head and looked at the thin silver bracelet on my wrist for a long time. I felt like I smelled coffee and mint. I felt like I was in a deep sea or something else.

Chase opened his mouth as if he were coughing, breathing heavily because he felt like he was going to drown together in the deep sea, just like one day in a dream, as if he were going to continue to fall into that memory.

"Lord Castrin."

Along with him, the door opens and a tall Tailan enters the room. I tried not to make a sound, but I realized I was up there, and it was a pretty quick reaction. Tailan, who stood at the foot of the bed and looked at Chase for a moment, asked with a worried face.

"You had another nightmare."

Recently, it seemed to have been a little okay, but it was full of light worrying about whether I had a dream again.

Whenever Chase heard the word "nightmare," he always corrected it as "it wasn't a nightmare." But today Chase stared into Tailan's eyes without explaining it.

I didn't know how much time had passed. Chase continues to look at Tailan and speak in a low voice.

"Lord Castrin."

Like this, I called Tailan again.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tailan quietly replies, instead of asking what's going on.

And then the silence came again.

Sitting still in bed, with confused eyes, just realizing something like a dream.

"Are you my sword? Or my father's sword."

I asked the question.

Chase once called Devil "Father."

Tailan bows his head for a moment, briefly folding the question that came to his mind in a strange title. Then, unlike Chase, he gave the answer with an unshakeable look.

"It used to be your escort, but now it's your sword."

It was a simple escort for Devlan, but not for Chase. Tailan's candor is that he changed the subject of his loyalty, and Chase smiles in surprise.

I was not laughing because I doubted whether I could trust the knight who changed owners once. Tailan laughed because the word 'past' had sounded a little different to Chase.

"It was my sword in the past."

Chase opens his mouth, gazing into Tailan's eyes, saying something completely incomprehensible to Tailan.

"Maybe I should stay here another day."

Just a day's delay in getting to Cecritia, he looks back at Chase with a worried face. It was clear that he wanted to ask if it was such a nightmare.

Chase shakes his head, smiling as if to say not to worry.

"I'm here to tell you a long story, my lord."

Ridiculous truth.

Harder to believe than a lie.

I'm going to tell you the truth about hell more than hell. So live with my sword, not the Devil's. Do it.

It was a story that conveyed that meaning.

* * *

In the end, brothers are alike.

As I told you, you don't have to come anymore, but the caring chef once again put out a mixture of bell peppers.

No matter how bad things get between us, brothers are brothers.

"You're both the same."

After eating all the other dishes, Jan opened his mouth like a grunt, looking at the dish without even touching it. Saying that Kalian and Plants are the same was very harsh for Yan. Of course, it wasn't a word to say as a acolyte, so Leek's face is pale, but Jan doesn't care. I'm just looking at Calian, looking at what the hell this is all about.

"I don't know. I don't want to smell it."

It wasn't once or twice that Jan scolded Jan, but Calian glances forward, rebutting lightly. Somewhere in the palace, the plagued green man sat motionless like a blade of grass and stroked his cat.

Soon after Jan and Léric leave, Calian opens his mouth.

"Ser Aefre's knights arrived yesterday. And Demirea decided on my behalf to make sure that they were trustworthy. As I said, we'll all be joining the Balkans by the end of August. Before that, Kyrie gets knighted, and I'd like to help her with her brother's work. Would you be okay with that?"

I didn't have anything in particular to disagree with, but you can say no to asking if you're okay by yourself. Because of this, Plants simply nodded once.

"Healing."

Then, after saying a few words, I looked at Kalian.

Kalian frowns slightly as he looks at those plants for a long time. It's because I lost the words I wanted to be when I saw that face that I had finished saying what I wanted to say.

"Do you want to increase the Word a little? · · · · · · · ·?"

The horse is too short.

Even though Calian understands me well, sometimes I feel like I'm too short to talk.

"Tensyl's healer. Don't you think Hina needs it? You don't know anything."

The way to heal is different, but it's the same, so why don't you call Tensyl's healer and ask Hina to teach you something before more people need to heal? Hina had healing powers, but not even knowledge of them.

Veronica remembers that she was studying herbs with the materials left by her father Ronil. Thinking about it, Hina didn't have it. I didn't even know how to put bandages on.

Then, why is it that our Hina, who is so good and so powerful, has nowhere else to go, is a Hina to you? Calian opened his mouth for a moment, looking at Plants with his eyes that he will not let go if he puts that precious name in his mouth again.

"You can go."

"No."

He said you have to go through Randell to ask the healer for Hina. Plants stops moving like a stalk of grass once more and looks out the window, saying that he hates Calian's story for asking him to go up.

When Callian finally went back to Randall and sighed.

Prince Kalian.

A sunny voice echoed in my head.

- I've got a little more time on my mind.

And like this.

I brought you a story of my gratitude and apology.