273 < Chapter 49. Definitely Beautiful (1) >

Ah, Serenti.

When I saw him later, he said he would only hit one of them. I used to say that because there seemed to be a lot of unfair things. I did.

It was really too much, though.

I'm trying really hard to live a good and beautiful life by picking up one of my pale peas and giving him water and raising him to be thorough. It's really too much for anyone you know to do this.

"Ha · · · · · · · · · · ·."

A Hi-molica?

Even though I said I'd get drunk on Kiri's back, I never thought I'd get on my old dad's back. I took a sip, closed my eyes, and then I saw my father's back. Do you know how it feels to pretend to sleep hard again? Do you know what it's like to pretend to be asleep, knowing better than anyone that you're not pretending to be asleep?

Now that I'm a grown-up, I was born for the first time with my father, talking about winds and Dorado, and how carefully and diligently my gentle older brother sold the personality that made Juju Island. But only one drink?

Himollica, at least, tasted it. Shizlinu didn't even taste it. My father took it.

"My head is ringing."

And the Sispanians.

Why, you don't fix hangovers.

· · · · · · You're both so mean.

* * *

In fact, I haven't slept all the time.

I never slept except for a day or two.

Calian frowns while sitting still and pointing his finger at how many hours he slept in the Elven City. Of course it's the hangover.

"Anyway, I couldn't sleep."

Yeah, it is.

I fell asleep in a cup of Hi-molica because I couldn't sleep, not because I was weak. I don't know why I'm so hungover after just one drink of Hi-molica, and I'm just really tired, so I fell asleep.

Calian grins as he struggles to diagnose his condition.

And I said, "Oh my gosh, the prince like our flower must be rid of his hangover quickly after drinking a cup of Hi-molica." After drinking some juice mixed with bananas and honey, Yan sincerely said.

"Still, I don't sleep with it."

"Yes."

When I heard that Plants closed his eyes quietly, saying that he was the most powerful and prestigious of the seven circle wizards on the continent, and that he was the greatest sorcerer of all people, and that my son, who was the first to reach out to my master, but not me, this time he drank from my master and drank from me, and then reached out to me and worried about what to worry about more of my son's habit of running out of tears and drinking.

"I looked it up."

Eila, who gave a very thoughtless answer to her poignant remarks, puts two pieces of paper on the table.

However, Kalyan nods at Eila, who has not changed at all because of her unpleasant nature.

"As you know, there are many poisons that are not detected in any way. because that's what Taklimosa was using when Silica tried to poison Prince. It's the same poison you told me about."

Khalian didn't have much knowledge of poison.

Not as many as Eila, to be exact.

"Of course there's no scent or color, and if it's addictive, it breaks your lungs. It wasn't wrong to touch it with your hands, as you said, but it was addicted because you inhaled it while handling the poison. It wasn't vaporized, it was inadvertently inhaled."

"So, what about the decoding?"

"Impossible."

This is the expected answer, but Khalian presses down on his temples, expecting another word to come out.

"Yes · · · · · · · · ·. If it was the antidote, Devil would have already decrypted it."

The poison Deanna must have chosen very carefully.

A poison that can't be poisoned without Tina.

A poison that's been used for a very long time.

"Then perhaps Hina can fix it."

"Yes. Barn can fix it."

Louise can be fixed.

Calian sighs of relief.

Before I met Eila, I remembered a conversation with Chase.

- Don't let the healer come with you.

- Maybe Hina's healing skills can fix her.

- Not this time. You'd better come with me then.

Louise's addiction has just begun.

And Louise did not breathe until the last day of Bern. That means there's still time.

If you take Hina with you and make Devil's mark, Devil will never miss a target in sight.

- Aye, sir.

That's why Kalian said he would take Hina back with him after the Devil disappeared from the world.

Not this time, the next time.

When we find Sacritia again to attend Chase's immediacy, we'll go together and fix Louis' addiction.

"Yes, thank you."

Callian burns the paper in his hand. There was no reason for us to leave any evidence here, since the contents were already contained.

"If you ask me to take you, will you take me?"

But Eila said,

Kalian presses his temples again. A quiet voice flows from your face, slightly concealed under your long, white hands.

"Why there?"

"You said you were going to see Devil."

"By the way."

"I don't like killing people who are after my life."

"He's hated everywhere."

That's why Khalian, who lived for a long time and mumbled, laughs a little. Even though it was like the smile of a young boy who was still young, it sounded like the laughter of a man who had been through so much.

"But, Eila, I'm not the kind of guy who forgets what I told him to do and turns his back on things."

"If you are escorting about the Bern Birch for a while."

"Eila."

Calian's gaze settles on Eila.

"I know how bad the birds are. I know how persistent you are. I don't know when you escaped from the Devil and how long you've been chased, but I also know you struggled to stay alive and not get caught. I thought I'd be relieved to see her die, so I understand that you're coming with me."

I looked into both eyes, the hair of the sea where I missed it.

"I know you're scared. So did I."

She slowly closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. The hair ornament still shakes lightly.

"You still know better this time."

"You have no idea what I have in your daughter."

A poison that cannot be released from the body because it is unsettling.

Callian knew exactly what it meant.

"I think it's safer if he's gone. I don't think it'll be easy to get rid of the hated ones. No, that's not how people live."

I thought seeing Devil's death with my own eyes would be the end of it. I thought I'd get away with it. Knowing that it didn't work out the way I thought it would, it was after Chase gave the order to banish it.

"I heard you're learning to fish. I want you to keep learning without wavering your mind. It's better than following me back to the old days."

Callian puts down his last sip of juice and says,

"I want you to live by Hina's side, not by watching her die, but by seeing how she heals and lives. It may not be the right answer, but at least that's what I've been through."

A small, soft voice.

That's not a lie.

"There's still time to go, so go back and think about it. But if you can't, come back and talk to me. I'll take you there without saying anything else."

"· · · · · · · Okay. I'll think about it."

"Yes, thank you."

Kalian nods.

Even though I knew it, I still didn't believe it, but I really looked a lot like Chase, and Eila suddenly thought that.

* * *

They certainly look alike.

No, I think so.

I came back to the palace, opened the vault and checked it, but now that I see it again, I'm sure it's a good fit.

"I think."

Khalian, who took off his white coat with the thick gray fur embellishment and gave it to the steward, looks at the sword he received from Demirea and smiles with a playful face.

"Lord Hertz must have used this."

A few days have passed since I tried to deny myself that I had fallen asleep in a cup of Hi-molica.

Anne grows a little bit more and the day gets a little colder. And in the hands of the Duke of Siegfried, the blacksmith, Lotten, a new sword is made.

After hearing the news and leaving the palace on his own, Kalian was now looking at the name "Sina" engraved on the sword. Actually, it was the half letter that remained on the blue blade.

"You mean the letter was written by Earl Hertz."

"Yeah, I think so."

A sword with the name of a flower that never grows in Cairis.

The intensity is the same as a sword of silence, but a completely different color.

I had to give him that sword.

That's why Kalian told Demirea where and how he got it.

"So Earl Hertz was in Balkan in the time you remember."

"I was. I was a commander then. The teacher wasn't there."

Despite hearing this, Demirea nods her head as if it were nothing special. A few days ago, Aelle smiles, thinking that neither of them are fun.

Soon, Calian looks down and looks back at the sword in his hand.

- Sinistera.

The letters at the top followed the letters at the bottom, but the letters were different from each other.

"That's funny."

The day after Arsen Hertz, who firmly believed that I would still drink better than him, exchanged salary and pride while drunk. It reminded me of a reflection that Arsen had written in one letter. The writing on the envelope resembles a lot of the writing on the sword.

Usually I get messed up because I'm busy and busy.

When Plants handed over his sword for use, did he write a carefully written letter? Or did Arsen not use a spill at the time?

Now I'm curious about such trivial matters.

"If you see your brother, don't tell him it was written by Sir Hertz. Throw it away."

"I understand."

Demirea's silent nature is not amusing, but this sword is so fun that she smiles again.

The star sword that Plants held in his hand was half the letter of Arsen. And now, Plants has half of Calian's letters in his blade of light in his hand.

"There is a day in the middle. As you may know, be careful. It's a cut."

Demirea said to put her hand on the letter.

A longitudinal blade.

A unique sword made to cut the edges that face each other at an angle, and to hold both blades in half as well as in normal times.

You twist the handle of the sword in half, and then try to put it back together again. After a long time making sure it was made, you nod, satisfied.

- Chin up!

A soft blade creaks into the newly fitted blade and snaps into place. Demirea adds an explanation to Calian, looking down at the sword.

"It's hard to rewrite the carved and left pieces of the carriage, and it's hard to discard, so I added them to my sword."

"I think so."

You engraved a mark on the white background with ash and blue charcoal. Khalian nods and replies, looking good on the sword inside.

After completing the check, Khalian places his sword next to him, and Demirea, who is holding up a glass of warm milk tea, bites.

"How do you expect to pay for your hard work?"

There's no such thing as free.

The blacksmith, who was busy fixing the sword for the second knights sent by Earl Eiffel, made one soul burn for a few days, so it must be worth the price.

"You haven't kept your end of the bargain yet."

I decided to fight for Tiara-like accessories for a full day, but I only did it once. Callian thought of it and said with a big smile.

"I'm a little busy. Can you cut it down a notch?"

"No."

It doesn't work.

"Come to the palace tomorrow if you have time. I'll deal with you."

"I'll be gone in two days."

"Yes, then the sword value is."

Finally, Calian, who had the rest of the schedule, opened his mouth to think for a moment.

"What should I give my fiancé? · · · · · · · I'd rather ask for money, but they're richer than me, and that's not going to work."

"I don't think it's a bad idea to share it with Prince 2 as Prince 2's sword will be used."

It sounded like I was waiting.

Demirea nods as Callian nods.

"Brissen's Sword. I would also like you to pass it on to Riley."

"I can teach you how to use a sword. My brother won't disagree. However."

Kalian stares deeply at Demirea.

"If, one day, Duc Plants, the king's older brother, does not stand in the way of the house of Brycen."

"You don't have to draw on purpose, because I don't know what happens if Prince Two doesn't get there."

Demirea smiles and says,

"I don't intend to raise her like Brycen did."

I like that.

Kalian nods.

* * *

I got a sword for a decent price.

Two days later, I decided to reduce one debt.

So I felt really good. I liked it.

"· · · · · · · · Brother."

"Let's go."

A huge wagon set up in front of the royal palace.

A colossal wagon engraved with the royal symbol of Cairys.

Yeah, it is.

The very wagon that the Sispanians made with all their heart and soul. The luxurious wagon representing the Crown of Cairis.

It was erected at the entrance of the palace.

And there stood two princes' horses, Estina, and peas on them. If I had been there, I would have tried.

Strange. Why is Raven here?

"Where are you going?"

"To eat cod."

"Now."

"Now."

"I'm dragging the royal wagon without a letter to Cecretia."

"Yes."

"I have an appointment with the Peacock in two days."

I don't know what diplomatic relationships are, or advance notices.

"Me."

Plants opens his mouth shortly to Calian's words and looks down at him with arrogant eyes.

"· · · · · · · · I'm going."

Prince Cairys is coming to see the sea of Cecritia for his birthday. Who dares try to stop him?

I learned to use my hard-working public relations jerk personality well, but it turned out that my gentle older brother nodded his head.

It was said to get in the Raven quickly.

"Holy shit."

Oh, I see.

Serenti.