372 < Chapter 67. Fragrance (1) >

So many have come so soon.

Various knights from Balkan and Siegfried, wizards from Balkans, Hina and Demirea. This momentum won't take long to get to Arsen.

One of Eila's blasts, one of Kalian's actions outside, has grown so big. She shows up in front of people, picks up Eila, jumps up to the roof of the building with her hat down. I was in such a mess.

When Calian realized the situation was escalating too greatly for him to say it had happened for a moment, he was not worried. I couldn't care less.

"You wanted to see me that much, so if you have something to say, I'll hear it from you here. I have enough to carry."

"I never thought you'd be so generous, my lord. It will not be easy to decide what to say first."

"Then go."

"If you cut it off like that, I'd be disappointed."

"There is a reason for me to count your sorrow."

"It must not be as great as the relationship with the great brother standing behind me. My brother and I will end up as well. I believed that Hearim would let me go."

"· · · · · · Brothers."

"Are you contradicting me?"

"Yes. That's disturbing."

I did nothing but quietly listen to the two of them.

I stood still without interruption.

"But there's nothing I can do. As long as he is unclean, he is also · · · · · · · · · ·."

"It means you're reluctant to say what you expected. Is it not clever enough to understand the truth of a horse?"

I don't know how much longer my brother was able to live, but there was a reason that the peas that had grown up were scratching Rashid without rest, more than that.

It got dark one night.

The moonlight was bright and the flowers smelled dark.

I had no idea what to do.

"Did you see that?"

"Looks that way."

"Oops · · · · · · · · ·. There were so many things I wanted to say, but now that I've heard that story, I don't think it's appropriate to bring something out here. because I was afraid I was going to lose my cool."

Despite this situation, he did not move forward because he thought that this time would be different. Whether the dark aroma stemmed from her commitment to the bloodline or her belief that she was different, it was all mine, so I let it go. I didn't think of what Kiri said about living like that.

Take out Plants or throw him under the roof. One of them put pressure on his mind and endured the hiccups well. Callian knew that the right adult was someone who sometimes trusted and allowed people to walk on their own.

"But · · · · · · · ·."

And then he grabs the horse.

You still take a step aside without a sound. Then he opened his mouth slowly, alternating between Calian and Plants who were standing behind him.

"There is one strange thing about retreating like this, Your Majesty. In my view, only one thing is hard to understand. May I ask?"

Calian closes his eyes for a moment and Plants does not answer. I let his gaze take a deep look at Calian.

So no one would let you speak, but Rashid doesn't mind. I said what I wanted to say in my mouth.

"Prince Kalian has nothing to gain. For what did He cast so great a shadow? Prince Kalian knows that I will eventually let go of the prince's hand, just as he did with the former queen. Knowing that, I really want to ask if you've been seated on three seats."

Kalian opens his eyes.

* * *

Kind or ruthless.

Hard or weak.

If he wanted to live, he asked why he did what he had to do. He asked as if he was going to vomit out all his breath. He acted as if he never wanted to kill him, and then threw him to his limbs without hesitation. The person who, when he came back alive and met me again, faced with a desperate face like he had never had a second chance in his life, but if he refused to listen to me, he would kill me this time. Since he had said something full of sincerity.

Someone who seems to be unknowingly kind enough to cut out anything in a heartbeat and not blink once. A person who believes he can do that without a doubt, but in fact, he knows that the hard shell is already melted away and leaves the red innards alone. The person who looked so hard was just a scar on his insides.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Is it because Kalian, who is full of contradictions, protected him and used him for a reason of life?

- If I say I'm not okay, will you stop?

- No, I don't.

I thought it was always soft and warm, but it wasn't.

Unlike the black eyes holding the worries, a firm hand pressed down firmly between my neck and my shoulder due to the broken clavicle bone.

Hina was forcibly returning the completely twisted bones to their place, ignoring the broken ones. Even if you use the power of healing, you can only heal once you've put the bones back in their place. Of course it hurts.

- A clavicle is not a pretty bone. It's a bone to help you move with something in your hand. For example, escort, no. You're not escorting me anymore. Like a knife or a dagger that Eila likes. But what if those bones are broken?

A word as resolute as that hand flows into Eila's head.

Eila closes her eyes instead of her answers, which makes it harder for her to open her mouth to endure the screams. Either way, Hina's hands move restlessly.

- No, I have to, Joe.

Hina's voice was cut off, as if to give a single letter of strength. At that, I looked at Hina with a grudge in my eyes that I didn't know.

- I'd be dead if I wasn't.

- Don't lie to me.

Hina's voice is conveyed straight away.

- You didn't think to run. You didn't get hurt trying to survive. I wouldn't have scolded you like that. But you're not. You're going to die anyway, so you just give up everything and try to attack and die one more time, and then this happens.

Eila closes her eyes again, instead of answering.

He was right to pick up the sword without giving up until the end, but he wasn't right to think about running for his life. If it were the same, he would have run away somehow, but not this time.

Prince Kalian helped Eila a lot, and I know a little bit about it. But I don't think it's worth risking your life for. If it gets dangerous, you'd better run.

Hina's voice continues to be heard, unavoidable, because it wasn't Suir.

- If Prince Kalian dies trying to help, Prince Kalian won't be grateful. I'd rather just run away and come back somehow. You're lucky it didn't matter how much trouble you were in.

- I know.

- I just need to know. Don't ever do that again.

- Got it.

- Yes, sir.

In response to Eila's distressing response, she hears Hina's voice faint.

- No matter how much it hurts now, it won't hurt more than holding a knife with this hand. And you hate anesthesia. I've endured a lot, so bear with me a little longer. I'll get you better in no time.

From start to finish, there was nothing wrong, but there was only one thing Hina knew that was wrong. So Eila explained one thing.

- I'm not saying no. I'm saying anesthesia won't work. It's resistant.

Hina opened her eyes wide, forgetting to scold her just now.

- How many pills do you take to stay sober?

- · · · · · · Poison. I didn't eat it.

I put poison in my mouth for years.

Even though it has been a long time since the poison was spit out, it does not disappear even after a few years of the fine poison has seeped into the body.

Of course, Eila had not been exposed to the poison for a long time, and there were no problems such as finding or decreasing the lifespan of an illness that would last a lifetime. It's just that the anesthetic that Hina always carries is just a mild symptom that fades away like a side effect.

- Oh, that's why.

After hearing Eila's words, Hina is not surprised.

I didn't even think to look back on what someone else had struggled to bury in the past and tell me what I was going through. Hina is also a person who has experienced things that no one has ever seen before.

- But Eila's against it. Plants and I couldn't have used the pill because it sounded so good, in case the anesthesia was too strong. Do you think you could cure that, too?

- It's better for me not to be drugged. It's okay. It's okay.

But next time you get hurt like this, don't use that sword. When all the bones get twisted, you have to put them back together and fix them, because it hurts so much. Of course, it's best not to get hurt.

- I'll try.

Eila, who can't promise that she'll know, answers as positively as possible.

- Anyway, we should ask Veronica to make something stronger while making weaker pills.

Hina puts her hand around Eila's neck. The same warm energy as when you healed the stab wound.

How long has it been?

By the time I almost forgot about the neck pain, Hyna's hand falls off of Eila.

- At this rate, once you get back to the palace, it'll be enough. Go. Get better. Get better. But, sweet prince, thanks to your actions, it's not getting any worse. because if you go, if you take your medicine, if you eat well, you'll be fine.

Eila, who just saw the boatloaf, looks a little lost. Demirea, who has been watching without saying anything ever since, shuts up as she opens her mouth. I thought you were going to tell me that it was Demirea, not Callian, who stopped the wound.

Hina, who once looked at them, points to the bandages and robe pieces that fell to the floor. Then I moved my hand again.

- The average prince, who does the hard to know, the sweet prince, can do, doesn't think, doesn't doubt.

When I first saw the bandage wrapped around Arsen's shoulder, I was frankly a little surprised. When I saw the bandages on Plants' shoulders in Cecretia, I just saw the tie on Plants' arms, and I thought that everything I did was Calian's idea. After seeing the skill that prevented Eila's wound this time, Kalian must have done it again. I just thought so.

In fact, it's not a big mistake to know that a prince who shouldn't take care of other people's wounds can become proficient in such things. Rather than strange to Hina, I was more than happy to see him. Thanks to you, I'm less empowered.

- If Prince Charming thought I'd find that strange, he wouldn't have. I don't think it's wrong or suspicious, so I don't have to hide it, I don't have to, it's okay.

How you know how to do that, how you're so good at it. None of that matters. We all have secrets, and we don't have to know each other's secrets to be trustworthy. The past is the past, the secret is the secret, and the important thing is now.

"I understand."

Eila nods, but Demirea gives you an answer.

Then, from afar, you hear the sound of the horses' hooves, once more polygonal. Arsenal came to see Remain first.

At that sound, Aelle turns her head and Demyria rises to her feet. But then...

Both eyes were looking at the rooftop at the same time.

"· · · · · · · Why."

A colorful voice comes from Demirea's mouth.

There was no sign of a struggle, and it seemed to stay quiet. It said it would come down soon, but it was because of the unexpected situation.

"It would be better to leave Siegfried's knights alone, and return to the palace for all of Balkan and Lord Bern. It's better to be here than confused."

Hina opens her eyes, her head nodding, not understanding the sudden words.

It's better to deal with Prince Cairys and the prince quietly than to be told that he attacked the late lord's son with an army. It was because I understood that it was meant to be taken out.

"Got it."

Eila replies briefly, making her body more aggravated by the overwhelming life that pours down.

* * *

It was meant to come out.

I was really curious and unexpectedly lost my composure.

So I asked on purpose.

The prince standing in front of me smiled silently, even though he had heard that. I looked at Rashid with a face that had no emotion.

"· · · · · · · Kalian."

And I called my brother. And I said,

"I won't open it. Not yet."

The answer comes from behind Plants.

Plants moves before he even realizes what that means. You approach Rashid in just three steps.

"My brother said he was patient. What should I do?"

Plants stands in front of Rashid's nose and raises his head. A low voice echoes in my ears.

"I will strike your head with contempt for my mother and me. Or do I have to keep Cairis off my feet for the rest of his life? If he is not, he must understand."

Laughing.

A young voice full of clear laughter approaches Rashid.

"I don't think so. I'm afraid I have no choice. You, too, will eventually resemble your father. Just as I expected. Not one step away from it. So it's better to feel sorry for it and understand."

Rashid nods for a moment.

Plants didn't see the look on his face. However.

- Whee!

Wind was rising.

A red energy flashes across the plant's neck.

Plants does not move. I looked at the sword without blinking an eye. Still no emotion in the still sunken snow.

- Thanksgiving.

Instead, you hear the sound of a light cloth waving.

- Whoo-hoo!

- Ka-ang!

At the same time, you hear the sound of Black Energy surging, and the sound of the blade striking.

"· · · · · · Anyway, my brother is so fearless."

Before the flicker of the unbearable man strikes, Khalian stands in front of Plants, holding a glow-in-the-dark sword against Lasid.

With both eyes on Rashid, Kalian throws his hands back. And as Plants did a moment ago, he made a speedfish.

- Did you want to check this out or not?

The red energy of Rashid's sword.

I finally figured out that I went to check it out and scratched Rashid.

"Half past."

In reply, Ms. Plants, who holds a sword slightly shattered by Rashid's power, moves the other hand once more.

- Did you hang yourself to check this out?

"I don't know if you'll let me live."

A peaceful answer came out.

- Ka-ang!

Sharp noises erupt from the edges of their more impatient swords.

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