201 < Chapter 35. Ghosts (4) >

- Cheers.

A gentle scent rises from the watering hole.

Chase glanced down at the car where the petals were sitting, smiling and saying.

"You're not going to drink and sleep again, are you?"

I didn't want to blame her for giving me a break in a strange way that only lasted in memory. I knew better than anyone that Arianne would never do anything to harm Chase.

Just as Arianne had no intention of hiding what she had heard in the mint car she had handed to her earlier, Arianne replied with a voice telling a quiet daily story.

"This is for waking up. If you slept like that, you'd have to work."

"Arianne."

Chase calls Arianne, who wants to make a light gesture and hand her over, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Don't do that."

I drank the tea with a face that Arianne didn't understand because it would contain too many things that she didn't want to do. Another deep sweetness, like sugar, filled my mouth.

"Don't overdo it. You don't have to do anything. You don't have to worry about me."

It was a soft voice, but his eyes had a straight will.

"I'm not as dangerous as you think. I'm not avoiding anything if I have to."

The watermelon petals in the tea cups were all white.

Chase knew that it was a flower that could turn purple, blue or pink at any time.

Chase has changed, too.

Exemption from self was not important. Justice is created, and justification is just another word for self-rationalization.

When a piece of flowery blossom changes the color of the land that stands on it, why can't people change it?

- He's got long ears, he's cut off, he can't talk, but he yells at me with a sea bass, he likes birds, he likes dogs. Eat ice cream well. And laugh well.

One of the white petals floating in the teacup sank into the teawater. On the contrary, a story I once heard came to mind.

- · · · · · · Alive. So that's fine.

Lost by Bern. That's how I got it.

Bern, who lost all his life, was the only one he could get instead of losing everything.

That was Hina.

That was justification and justification for Chase. I didn't think I needed an immunity. If Devil wants to bring Calian and Hina into the land, I'll do everything I can to stop them. Whatever you do, I will stop you.

I made a commitment.

"So don't hurt him."

Oh, come on.

Don't push any more kids into hell. Oh, come on.

"No."

Arianne's answer was quick and straightforward.

He knew that he had been talking to Callian behind Chase's back. Arianne, who told Kalian the secret and looked into everything she had asked for, looked into Borat's eyes again.

"I believe you. I believe everything you say. Believe what happened, what's going to happen, how we ended up, all of it. I don't doubt it. Really."

Arianne's finger points somewhere outside the door.

"The longer he lives, the more we end up together. You walk the same path, you hide in the same shade your brother made you, and then you die the same way. I believe all that. Even if you don't listen to him, I can find a hundred reasons why he should be gone. But if we don't get Tailan there right now, there's only one thing. It's because of you."

The watermelon is the watermelon, even if the color changes.

Whether it's white or pink or blue, it's the water. It does not become Renieri, Adinia or Cinnastar.

Chase is Chase after all.

"I don't want to hurt you right now. That won't kill you. What's wrong with being a bad guy once? Everyone does bad things. You said your brother wasn't that weak. You said there were a lot of good people around your brother. Then stay out of it. Your brother can take care of the healer. Don't overdo it. Protect yourself. I'll protect my drinking and sleepless when I'm soft."

When Chase heard that, he raised one hand and covered my face. Low and small laughter leaks out.

Ah, it was the sound of laughter that filled my heart that I wanted more than a very ugly man.

"Then Arianne, who's protecting you?"

"My mom."

Chase laughs a little louder as he replies naturally. Instead of trying to figure out how long it's been since I heard it, Arianne just drank another cup of tea. Chase stopped laughing and followed that Arianne to put the same thing in his mouth.

"Then who's guarding the Marquis Lynn?"

"You don't need anyone to protect you."

"Ah."

Soup tea tastes as good as mint tea.

I liked it because it was less sweet than sugar but more sweet than sugar.

"But I don't drink as much as I used to."

"You drink more than you did before Cairys."

"Then it's more than you've ever had."

"Mouth."

· · · · · · Yes.

* * *

Lucy likes to be kept out of reach.

I liked the rain that flowed through the window or the intangible light. I tried to catch it with all my might.

I couldn't figure out who taught me such greedy things. But it was clear that none of Lucy's owners, Kalyan or Hina, or Lucy's favorite plants, had ever told her about it.

"Lucy."

I summoned the child to burn to catch the sunlight coming in through the window. I was afraid I'd be disappointed in reaching out for something I couldn't catch.

"Oww."

It's like asking why it's not caught and asking for it. So Plants opened his mouth again to Lucy.

"Come here."

"Meow."

When I chase her around, she cries from afar if I tell her to come. It's hard to tell if he's a child or something, so Plants just walks up to Lucy and hugs a silver-white little cat.

Even when I was young, I grew up a lot.

I grew up so big that I couldn't get through the door. Thanks to this, I made one more small door for every door from the first floor to the fourth floor of the Chermill Palace. Wilhelm's coffin was repaired once. I remember Leek telling me that no one bothered to do it because one of the little kids was as happy as spring to everyone.

- Yuck.

Anyway, after that day, Lucy became incredibly heavy, well-fed and well-fed. I used to feel a lift when I lifted it, but now I feel a long stretch on my back.

By the time I was curious about how far it was going to stretch, Plants was smiling, carrying Lucy's butt off the ground. In fact, I thought, "Maybe it's a white weasel, not a cat."

"Meeon!"

How you found out what was in that smile, Lucy shudders like a bitch.

"I laughed when I stretched it out."

So, Plants was annoyed side-by-side, not by the nature of going somewhere and losing. Meow! We talked back and forth.

If Raleigh sees these plants, he may know that tomorrow the world is going to fall apart and he will look back on his life, and he has been fighting Lucy for a while.

This afternoon, sitting on Plants' lap and pressing down on his thigh, Lucy fell asleep on her knees, groaning and groaning.

"I am Lucy, Prince Kalian's cat, who prefers Prince Plants. '

Plants glances down at the strangely longer collar, with a name on it, and shuts his eyes as he follows Lucy.

- I've never had anything, so I haven't lost anything.

I said I'd probably still be unhappy. I suddenly remembered.

Maybe he had more to protect than he had to protect. Or maybe he had something to lose, that look on his face.

Plants opens his eyes without a sound.

A long sigh sounded out because he had to feel the regional cultural differences at the universal level beyond the generation gap, saying a brother whose name had never been forgotten or passed age had never been told but had never been seen before.

I thought you hated the smell of Renee in your coffee.

"You can't drink because the sea stinks."

I wanted to drink, or I had to drink, the coffee that I put in front of me, why I ate so much without touching it. Suddenly, wondering why, Plants closed his eyes again.

* * *

I didn't open the letter.

"I hope it's not a resignation, is it?"

During the meeting with Shatin the costumer, Karlian, who held Arsen in front of him, who had him waiting, looked down at the unopened envelope and asked,

Arsen grins his head as he looks forward to going through that little door he made Lucy go through.

"It's the gate, my prince. I thought if I brought a resignation, you would cut it off from this place, not Balkan, so I just reflected a lot."

The letter of resignation is not a letter of resignation, but an apology and a rebuttal. Even that choice of words was magical, so Calian looked down at the letter with an anticipated face.

"I'll see you when I'm bored."

Then I left the letter on one side of the table without opening it.

Based on Calian's attitude, Arsen was relieved that she didn't have to worry about going to the Senho River for a while.

Afterwards, I realized it was time to think about how to get rid of a single letter from the magical vault in the sorcerer and sodmaster's bedroom, which was on the third floor of the Cermill Palace protected by the magic of the Sispanian.

'Should I get rid of the whole safe?'

The penetration process didn't bother. After thinking about how to open the safe, Crazy bastard thought about it, but he remembered that the allowance, such as the bottom year, from the safe, made him have even richer pockets after his salary disappeared.

In place of the salary that was reduced by blowing up the Haycia Palace, Calian didn't continue to pay double the original salary. That's why you can't get rid of the safe.

"Can't you just read it now or get rid of it?"

"Come on, it'll be fun."

An Arsen gate? Why have you opened it already?

Someday, when the day is a little more breathtaking than today, we'll have to open it. The Wizards' letters have always been beyond imagination.You should open them on a day when you can't breathe even if you go to the room where peas live.

With this in mind, Kalian looks playful.

"Sir Hertz."

"Yes, Prince."

A green car full of dried bellies gives me a cool, but sweet scent. I think it looks like it goes well with Arsen.

When I think of the sea at night in Sacritia, which is full of moonlight, I remember the scent of artificial lakes at night when the red flames rose into the sky, at least today Calian smiled, who liked the car quite a bit.

"What do you live for, Lord?"

When asked suddenly, Arsenal looks at Kalian for a while, looks down at the dried ship in the tea cup, and looks at the reflection gate she has written.

Arsen replied with a light voice, wondering why he was asking these questions.

"I just live my life guarding what I can."

Arsen gives a puffy grown-up smile and replies to Calian, who has become his eyes.

"I keep my master's word, I protect my pride in the presence of the commander, I protect my self in the presence of Prince Charming, and I protect my cowardice in the presence of the Association Chairman."

This is how Arsenal talks about the things he's defended.

"I'll protect Balkans, too."

After not just Kalian, many people have protected him, he put the tea once more in front of the second chapter of the world that everyone will protect.

- Cheers.

Calian, who put down the cup of tea, looks up at Arsen with clear, red eyes.

"Then just put one more in there."

"What more can I protect from?"

Whether it's the followers of Brissen, or Zeon, or an unknown enemy.

Or the king of Cecretia. From all of it.

"A place for me to sit."

Put that power and strength of yours away from me and keep me on my path. Protect me.

That way I can deal with Evan, protect Plants, get into Camelon, meet the Elves to find out about Xeon, protect Randall, protect Remain, maybe even the world.

So I am.

"I'll protect one Hina."

That's what Kalian asked the wizard who pulled him out of his lifetime of defending him.