332 < Chapter 59. Surprisingly clumsy (5) >

Sometimes it's quiet.

Sometimes it's noisy.

Someday I think it's too relaxed, but someday I think it's particularly urgent, so should I stay calm about it or should I make a noise about it. If not all, it just flows.

- Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Once you listen to the sound of the second hand, it rarely goes away. The more you try to stay away from it, the more useless you think. Because of this, I stopped looking at the book after reading one letter for a long time.

The clock's ticking.

Because I listened to the noise while it was quiet.

I was distracted somehow.

Randall turns his head to cover the book he was holding. It's always dark outside a tightly closed window. Because of this, the stainless window illuminated the room like a bright mirror, rather than showing the outside landscape. An old-fashioned yet monotonous room, a large desk, and a landel in front of it.

- Cheers.

The small sound of a teacup echoes through the room for a moment. It was the noise I first heard after the servant Den who prepared the car left.

It was that quiet.

Sometimes the sound of footsteps, one day the sound of conversation, and sometimes the sound of cat crying, and sometimes someone's laughter, the Chermill Palace is absolutely silent. Bondi's room was deserted, but the sound from the outside fades and becomes even more murky.

So Chermill was like that watch.

Sometimes it was noisy, sometimes it was quiet.

- Dalgrick.

A second sound echoes from the cup of tea.

The scent of dried grapefruit spreads beyond the noise and beyond.

I want to see the scent with my own eyes. Randall took his eyes off the window, his watch, his desk, a book covered, his cup of tea, and his fingers moving his gaze.

'I hate grapefruit.'

Maybe it's because of the scent that the red eyes, which had already been moved out of their mouths, came to mind. Or maybe it's the sound of time.

The dark blue eyes moved again.

You see a black pillow box decorated with a single rose made of red rubies. A black box that stood out when I told you to throw it all away without even looking at the gifts that came in. It looked like someone sent it to me. It was, of course, a birthday gift from Kalian.

Randall told you to leave the box alone, as you had every intention of not letting it go, whether you opened it or not. After that, he spent two months without opening the box and left it on one side of his desk. It was a gift that I would never throw away, but I knew I would leave it unchecked, so I wouldn't have anything I wouldn't be able to use if I didn't get it out in time.

- Tak.

Because of the sound of the watch, I suddenly got distracted by it. It reminds me of the red eyes of the flesh in the scent of grapefruit.

Randall picks up the box and unlocks the lid.

Even though the gift box was already priceless, no one in this palace had more money than Calian, and no one was as interested in the money that Calian spent as Randall. So, the unlocking hand is quiet, but not cautious.

- Click.

The sound of an opening that was tightly closed echoes through the room.

Randall peers inside for a while, opening the chest and removing the black silk that covered its contents.

There was no card with the congratulations message as expected. Maybe Calian knows as well as Randall that he's going to get into a trash can or a fireplace without getting out of an envelope, no matter how careful he is.

Instead, I saw horticultural scissors of different sizes and functions.

Ten times as expensive as a silver-colored missile. A rare, golden one. I took the material that would be considered a waste to make a precious boulder and made it with scissors for cutting rose branches. A dark, dark sapphire ornament with a golden handle with a fabulous emblem. This item was made with Randall in mind. I carved up Randall's name just in case you didn't recognize it, even though it made it so cool.

It doesn't even give you an estimate of what it's worth. Of course, it is not a bribe for any price. Callian wanted nothing from Randall to do with the bribe. Therefore, it was an obvious gift that cost too much money.

It's just a formal gift of care and passion. Or is it a gift with enough care and passion to spend that kind of money?

"Really · · · · · · · · ·."

I understood that it meant not being free, but just thinking about which gift journal to keep.

-R.S. Cyries

Trimming your favorite roses.

Don't think about putting another word "Lou" in between the names, and don't think about going to another country because you forget to take the word "Lou" to the end of a long name.

In Cairys, all the time.

"You're acting like yourself."

Randall looks down at the dark sapphire resembling his eyes and mutters quietly with his scissors. Then you put the silk cover back on and closed the lid on the box. After that, I pushed it back into a corner of my original desk.

However, the lock was not filled again.

* * *

Arsenal does not stand together.

I gave the prince a precious opportunity to grab a bow and catch his brother some fish.

It's because the holy knights of Tensyl who were stunned came into the water after Sergei disappeared with Adelia. It's annoying, so I just want to bury it quietly somewhere and interfere with the hunt or interruption of Plants, but I couldn't because it's Cecrethia.

So I contacted Chase and soon a change bag nearby decided to hand them over. After handing over the knights and the approximate situation, the Calians won't have to worry about what happens next.

After all, Khalian and Plants, who had left four sacred knights and Arsen, who had been called a bunch of distant ones, went into the forest.

"Are you going to tell him about bringing Sergeant into Cairys?"

"Why."

"I think you were trying to figure out what you were going to give Adelia. Give me the terms of the deal and I'll reconsider entering Cairys."

"That's right."

"Then why haven't you decided yet?"

"Somehow."

"I don't know when I'll see you again, so you should decide." "

"Not yet."

"Yes, think about it."

"Got it."

The sound of dried leaves still piled up last winter, full of fresh leaves. Plants who felt winter and spring all at once opened their mouths.

"I thought only my brother's knights had bright ears."

"What are you talking about?"

"You heard it already. What Sergei said."

"Are you getting tea?"

"Teena."

Kalian nods, a small smile.

"Not nearly as much as Kiri. I like these things better when I deal with errors."

Not nearly as much as Kiri, of course, but the hearing of those who handled the error was quite good. Standing on a cliff and listening to a whale cry in the sea, I was able to hear the conversation of two princes coming from afar.

"Yes, I've heard enough. When Adelia tells Sergeine where the Mother Tree is, Sergeine will tell her what to do."

Plants sighs for a short time.

- Answer, Serge.

- You'd be old enough to know that sometimes it's better not to know.

- I think it's time I knew I hated long horses.

- Your healer recognized the stone. Do you know that?

- Black Stone. I know. I know.

- Ingredients to make that stone. I was going to let you know that I was curious.

- How do you know that?

- Count down. It was not me, it was the Sergei Ceza who knew.

- What is it?

Time left.

A moment ago, a long conversation came to my mind.

- Explanation.

- Did you know that? Strangely enough, there were a lot of big fires in Cecritia, and there were always no survivors. But this time, the new king of Cecretia announced the innocent people who had died. About what happened to those who were out of the king's sight.

- · · · · · · · Why.

- Knights learn how to smell blood. The unique smell of blood that lives more alive when you die for other reasons. It's similar to that. The fake relics that were made of what was left of life when it died were called the stones. After discovering that, His Highness was attacked, and all the data that he had collected disappeared.

Though conversations in memory cannot be heard from Kalian, Plants tries to postpone his thoughts. I didn't want to tell Arsen what I told him today.

- First they send gifts like this to keep the warriors of Zeon at bay. Including the disguises I'm good at right now. At some point, they asked for Tensyl's healer. It shouldn't have been that hard for you to notice the health of the prince here on Zeon's side. Afterwards, at Xeon, it seems that they changed the terms of the deal to hand over the 'ingredients'. It was the Purge anyway, so there's nothing to underestimate from the perspective of the previous king.

- You sold what came out of the bodies of the dead, and in return, you sought Tensyl's healer.

- That's right.

It means that Bern of the "past" or Tailan of the "present" pruned, and then collected the Black Stone ingredients from the remains and handed them over to Zeon. Devil.

Even if I tried to postpone my thinking, my good head was graciously rethinking the conversation a few hours ago. Even though he didn't listen to me, he just listened to me. If Adelia hadn't played around like that, I would have told her already. Still.

I didn't think I needed to know for a day.

"Actually, there was something that was completely impossible to understand. That's why Devil was so suspicious about handing Sir Castrin over to Mr. Chase. It wasn't in the past. We know how Devil got in touch with Xeon, but we don't know how it was related to Xeon. Now that I know, the question is solved."

I don't know if you know what Plants is thinking.

Kalian speaks freely.

"When I was around, I was more worried that Lord Castrin and I would stand by Chase's side, so I just left him there. But this time, I was able to keep the warriors of Zeon by my side, and I didn't, so I believed that and sent Lord Castrin as a gift to Brother Chase."

"Yes."

"I was anxious to be with her, and I couldn't believe it when I put her away. That's ridiculous, the standards of trust Devil had."

"There is a trust relationship with Xeon that must be kept secret from each other. There's no such thing as progress with Castrin."

"Yes."

Kalian locks up the grill.

"At first, I set fire to eliminate any remaining evidence. Later, they set fire to conceal their disappearance. On the remains of death that I and Lord Castrin made."

Plants, who was moving his feet, opened his mouth.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Calian's feet pause, then move again without a sound.

Maybe it had nothing to do with Bern.

In the past, Devil hasn't faced Chase like this in a long time. So in the past, it may have really simply set fire to the evidence extinction. If not, it may have nothing to do with Bern. Bern didn't know, but he still has nothing to do with it. The events of Bern's disappearance have nothing to do with Bern.

Doesn't matter either way.

The Black Stone and Bern have nothing to do with it.

Bern is gone.

I thought.

So I couldn't find any prey. It looks like the forest is empty. Like nothing had appeared in the place of fear, it seemed empty.

"It doesn't matter."

"· · · · · · Do you think so?"

"Why does my brother always ask me the same thing, that he knows lies so well?"

"Surprisingly clumsy. Relief."

- Tsk.

I know it's a useless idea, but I'm different from Devil. I couldn't help but feel something on Callian's back, thinking foolish thoughts. As Calian steps forward, he stops and turns around. He suddenly stops and grabs Calian's back with a long arrow in his hand.

"I'm not reassuring you that it doesn't matter because you're gone, but because it doesn't matter."

With a low voice, Plants tilts the end of the arrow in his hand down to a straight line, as if it were obvious what the fool was thinking on his own. Like you already know the scars on Callian's white back.

"What is meant to be is meant to be, but what is not meant to be. in life."

After realizing that it wasn't worth hiding, Kalian laughs nonsense. The useless good memory of that bastard brother seems to remember the wounds he inflicted during a deadly struggle.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Stopping time is the only way to find out, and you never forget it. By the way, I need to find out who the light mouth that showed me that the wound is scarred and ugly.

Anyway, let's just figure it out.

"Hina. She'll have a scar."

Anyway, we Hina have no idea how well diagnosed she is. When did my Hina worry about my white back? I don't know where our beautiful, smart Hina fell from.

After becoming a much different face from that of the late twenties, Plants takes a deep sigh and walks an arrow at the bow, looking at his smiling brother.

A tightly pulled protest sounds like it will soon be over. After holding it for a while, Plants looks forward and loosens his hand.

- Peeing!

You hear the sound of arrows leaving the demonstration and the sound of flapping wings. Depending on the moonlight, you found and matched the wild chicken in the bush. Peas.

- Sakak.

Callian walks toward the sound.

A lot of dry leaves were crushed on my feet throughout the winter. Under Calian's feet. Then there was the sound of flapping wings.

"I didn't bring my bow, so you need to take away what you're catching on a hunting bet. Don't add any more silver."

"Okay."

"The rabbit's good, too. You can't arrest him."

"No."

"Even a boar, then."

"Chicken."

"Not enough for one. I'm starving. Working hard to get here."

"Half past."

"I'm hungry, brother."

A long sigh echoes out again.

You hear footsteps, footsteps.

After handing over all the holy knights to the bag, I hear the sound of a bonfire in front of Arsen.

"I don't know if you're here to catch Boars or raise Boars."

Well, you can't miss a group you're with.

In life.