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Trauma.

Scars that don't look too good on the outside.

It may be considered immense, but in fact, anyone can get sick.

Of course, just because anyone can have one doesn't mean it is okay to look at each one lightly. The sound of the cicadas to Jan, the flower decorations to Demirea's head, food sweet to Alan, dark alleyways to Needleen, the spires of the palace to Chase, and the deep sea to Bern. It may feel as trivial to someone as the emotions that they remind them of, but it's as lifelike to the parties.

The same was true of Arsen, where he met someone for the first time. Since I was scolded because I didn't greet the teacher properly for the first time, my shoulder ached when I met someone for the first time. It reminded me of the sadness of that day.

"· · · · · · · Oops."

That Arsen looked down at my feet with a somewhat rotten face. With the use of transparency magic, you can't be seen by others, but only by Arsen, and you can clearly see the toes of your feet that won't take a step forward.

- Wook Sin!

I feel the pain coming from my left shoulder.

The day the teacher was scolded, it was not a hallucination. Of course, the hallucinations were right, but they were caused by events other than those days.

Life, glare, voice.

And, the red light.

'If you follow me, I'll kill you.'

Rashid Brissen. I ran into him. Why?

Why do you think of the warrior of Zeon who drove himself to death in the forest that he visited with Euria? I have encountered many warriors of Xeon since then, but I was fine, so why now?

Maybe it's the same kind of darkness as that day.

Because he knew Rashid Brissen was capable of transparency and noticing who he was hiding from.

It was unknown, but only one thing was clear. The fact that Grey has not yet given up her son to the world is quite strong. The exact level can not be determined, but at least enough to remind Arsen of the events of that day and put a phantom in his injured shoulder.

"· · · · · · We have more reasons to grow one circle quickly."

Everyone has their own trauma, so the way they treat it is different too. Because of this, Arsenal raised a dream of a magical truth instead of being afraid of Rashid who disappeared after a deep life in the direction of his hiding place.

I did not mourn the loss of the target with my eyes wide open. Even though it wasn't what Kalian had asked me to do in the first place, if I chased him too hard and hurt him again, I will feel sorry for him that I won't be hurt forever by Kalian's hand, because I'm worried that my pickles will get hurt again and again if I don't listen to him.

Of course, when Callian left the head hanging to mourn it,

"If I had known this, I would have stayed with the Master."

Instead of mourning, Arsen looks up at the rooftop for a moment. Then he moved his feet towards the building. If Eila is injured, digging behind Rashid will do as Uriah decides, or Khalian will do. All she needs now is to get her brother up to the roof and drop him off in front of Remain today. By the way.

"· · · · · · · [Clean]."

It was a mess.

The whole floor was covered in blood and smelled like paralysis from the smell of blood and lily. Khalian, who was supposed to be with me, is standing here all alone, and still has no idea where that personality ends.

"What happened?"

Oh, I see.

She won't come.

He's probably just with you guys. Or I could just forcefully follow Rashid into the fold and give up, or I could just waltz in and yell at Prince Charming.

Oh, of course, when you have a finger to use for the echo, or a head to think about the echo.

Anyway, you shouldn't have come.

"Where is the prince?"

I asked, no answer.

Ah, of course there were a lot of them. Familiar, by the way.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Suddenly, after using the same office, Arsen asked me with a really unhappy face because he wanted to see life after his teacher consistently in his lifetime after Arsen.

"No."

"I'm not saying that. There was a lot of blood on that degenerate shirt."

"I'm not."

"What is it?"

"Wizard."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Deputy commander, Ragnar.

I have a name, too, Ragnar.

He replied calmly, feeling that he would leave the palace by the authority of the royal family, knowing that he would cross to the Seño River while he was gone. Arsen is a real man.

"Let me ask you something."

In front of the things you don't understand and don't know, the prince who isn't particularly proud of his opponent starts asking questions with a hypothetical face.

In fact, rather than a question, it should be an explanation of why your face is a shampoo, whose blood was on your shirt before Arsen put on clean, and why you had a slight problem with your right arm.

"Is that the question?"

"That's a question."

It may seem surprising to Arsen that he had just been strangled by Kalian and punched in the face for the first time in his life, but Arsen was not surprised. I knew that the dog that was passing by in the complicated mind had taken it out with a feeling enough to let it out. Plants don't usually see Arsen as an intact human being with Izzie. Of course, it was nothing to be offended about.

Both of them.

"It's called counseling, isn't it?"

"Question."

"If you don't want the right answer, but you want my opinion, tell me, and if you want the right answer, you can find it yourself. I'm not going to tell you the answer because I'm involved."

"· · · · · · Corrected by consultation."

By the way, Arsen took his advice seriously after reviewing Plants' consultation with an objective view of the fourth stain in the neighborhood that he saw during the fight.

"But you really stopped Rashid's sword?"

Man is a selfish animal.

It is an animal that can begin by attempting to deny that he stopped the sword of the man I dreaded and withdrew from, whether he fought with our Prince or not and asked for counsel. Arsen is now serving as the fourth local dog, not as Arsen, but as a human being.

Plants hears Arsen barking as expected, but does not answer. So, Arsen decided to understand Rashid's sword to the Crown Prince, but not until he actually decided to kill him, or to look into Calian's reaction, or for whatever reason, knowing that Rashid had seen enough of Plants.

"Neither of you did very well. You must have felt it better if you did something wrong, so to put it another way, I was wrong as much as you."

"I know."

"Rashid Brissen brought it down. If it weren't for Prince Kalian, I might have crossed the Señor River first."

Plants glances back at Arsen.

Arsenal, briefly pointing to the bottom, adds an explanation.

"I just met Rashid Brissen downstairs. I didn't want to die."

Dead to Rashid or dead to Callian.

I didn't want to die. I think I'm going to lose if I think about it.

"Circumstances are always out of control. Isn't it wrong for anyone to risk their lives so carelessly without thinking about it? If you put your foot in front of a passing ant, the ant avoids that foot. I don't want to die."

"I know. It's not that."

"Yes. If you continue to strangle me, you mean Prince Kalian would have lived a worse life without thinking otherwise." Even if it was because I was really stupid to live, it would explode. No, because of you. He thinks he can't live without something to protect him. "

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"But if Rashid had just used his hands exactly as he had shown me, the situation would have been a real loss of neck to keep the living from dying. Besides, this isn't the first time I've risked my life like that."

"No."

Arsenal's gaze rests on Plants' shoulder. I was thinking about walking to the Abydon Dunne, but I wasn't used to it and I didn't think Plants would want it. Then I opened my mouth again.

"Your Highness, accepting that we were different from the people at the time meant you had to accept that the current King of Cechrystia was not a man at the time. Even if he is still alive and calls him" sir, "it is not the brother Prince intended to protect that can come back to life. He's already dead. Even if the prince was on the path to the sword at that time, they were all dead for nothing."

"· · · · · · · · I know."

Arsen's voice splits.

"A sword so strong, it can't protect a brother, but a dead one. Did you remind me of that fear that something similar might happen again? Because you're afraid that I'm going through the same thing?"

Green eyes closed quietly.

"Why didn't you think about how cruel that would be? To the prince who lost his brother because of us one day and now considers him a brother and wants to live. to the person who put a single flower on my desk into the drawer. He punched me in the mouth of the prince who reminded me of what it was like to lose."

"· · · · · · · · I know. Now."

Now I know why Callian was so angry.

"Every time I barely kept him alive, every time I knew he was on the line, the prince would be standing in front of that wall in Cecritia that day, anytime, anywhere. I'll never forget it, and I'll always be the king of that day. Forced. His heart would have been cut out for almost doing the same thing. Every time, nothing gets better."

I was worried.

I knew a long time ago that Kalian had made Plants my brother, and I now knew that worrying and exploring would follow.

Now I know that Plants did the same thing to Kalian that someone deliberately put the scent of Renoir in front of Plants' nostrils. You knew very well why Calian was removing the scent in front of Plants.

"But it turns out that it wasn't because he really didn't save my life, but if he had intentionally done it so that he wouldn't have to go through the same thing again. Even though I was worried about my brother at the beginning."

Arsen stops speaking and shuts up.

Who's to blame? That's what I thought.

"Anyway, I think it's both your fault, so solve it yourself. Regardless of the number you did, whether you said you did the same without it, or whether you didn't understand it, did you have to return the same sword and let me realize it? Suit yourself. That's not my concern."

Plants nods slowly.

Arsen looks at his face, either injured shoulder or in pain elsewhere, and he makes a terrible voice.

"Do me a favor."

"· · · · · · · · What."

The stained dog sighs deeply.

"I don't want Prince Kalian to give you a place to live, making you so forceful."

Plants' gaze was on Arsen.

Arsen, who endured the frustration of having to drink six beers, opened his mouth again.

"I understand that you did not intend to replace his brother, but that the prince now took good care of him and made him another vacancy. Prince Kalian must have been well, thankful to be there. Now that I think about it, it wasn't just a vacancy, it was a place that I had prepared by my neck on purpose."

Arsen looks at Plants for a moment.

I wanted to give Plants time to think about how to explain it further.

- Maybe on a day like this I'd like to see a falling star. I still miss the smell of that little sea. I can stand here like that, but sometimes I feel like I deserve it.

The night that drunk Arsenal met Kalian.

I can't even remember Kalian's voice.

I remembered a voice filled with salt. Perhaps Kalian doesn't remember the words Arsen thought he did. Arsen, who tried to bury it again, said nothing.

"That's enough for someone who can't find my seat and wanders around, and you've given me an empty seat. If Prince Hana is right, even if he doesn't claim to be a person who should have something to live for and walk with his life, even though Prince Hana is right, even if he doesn't have a reason to live, he knows why. If you can't find a reason to live, you won't be able to live with yourself, but you're not going to give up everything."

- I have to live really well.

"Why do you take care of it deliberately as if you didn't have a reason? If you don't do that, you will surely die, and it will be gone, and I think the prince will leave before the brothers again, just as he stopped doing so. He is already eager to live, but he says he will make room for him. What if he puts his life on the line? Why do you make McDreamy into someone who has to do that, and why do you have to do that to jeopardize his life as if he were with you?"

- I wish I could believe that sometimes you look like you're telling me everything, but you're not giving up. Could it be difficult?

"I don't know about people, but I don't know what might happen right now, but it might not. So don't. It's the same thing for you and me."

"Okay."

Plants closes his eyes again for a moment and opens. And I opened my mouth to thank my colleagues for letting me know one more thing that was important to me.

"Your power is so weak, you don't have to take it so hard, but you're already busy."

I didn't tell him.

* * *

You hear heavy footsteps from the firm heel of your shoe.

"Lord Ox, you're here."

As soon as I got off the horse, I walked straight into the mansion headquarters and toward this, the chairman and the passing servants showed me an example. Demirea nods and asks.

"In Riley."

"You were asleep a while ago."

"Yes. Are you two in?"

"The Duke and Duchess are not yet. The Bible says that there will be a gathering of Southern nobles until dawn today."

"I see."

"If you're not done eating yet, would you like to prepare or rest?"

"Dinner is fine. Let's wash up first."

"Yes, Lord Cow. I'll prepare a bath."

After saying this, Demirea, a distant chief of household, opened her mouth to Ronan Site, the knight who had been standing behind her.

"Well done."

"No, Duke."

"Let's take the rest of the day off."

"I understand."

I spent a rather tiring day talking long.

You find Astricia with a light heart and then return to me. I went back directly to the palace to tell them how they sought to ignore the royal law, one by one. I couldn't quietly skip what Grey was trying to do to bring her in.

Only then could I return to the mansion.

- Buck, buck, buck.

Demirea slowly stepped up the stairs in a steady, steady pace, and passed by her bathroom, where the smell of good smelling water began to spread. I was thinking of taking a break until the bath was ready.

- Cheers.

I opened the door and entered the room without thinking much.

- · · · · · · Table.

Demirea closes the door quietly as she enters the room. Unlike when I came here, my eyes were somewhat shifty.

Smells like blood.

It may be because of the smell that came from the bathroom, but the smell that was not felt even in the hallway spread.

- Shroud.

A silent sword is drawn from Demirea's waist dance. In a dark room with no light on, you move towards the smelly side where the blue eyes won't become accustomed.

"It's me."

You hear a small voice in the direction of the smell of blood. It's like she was waiting for Demirea to look where she was.

Tak, and. Demirea pulls back her half-drawn sword and lights two blanks. Dark brown furniture revealed a dark contour under an orange pale light.

In the middle of the couch, you see a person leaning on their forehead, elbows bent on their knees, and their hands clasped together.

"Why haven't you gone to the palace yet?"

"Yes, not yet."

That was not the right answer.

It wasn't even a proper voice.

Taking a brief deep breath, Demirea unsheathes her sword and leans against the wall. Then he walks over and looks at Calian for a moment, turning back to open the side table drawer.

"Raven, I don't see him at the stables."

"Then the butler here would have told you I was here. It's outside the mansion. I told him to wait a minute. I don't know if you know that black stuff, but you can find it in the dark and hide it yourself."

"Just like the owner."

"Oh, I see."

Demirea picks up a few of the many bandages that were full in the drawer and sits across from Calian.

The smell of blood that had just filled the room has been erased.

"You don't have to use magic. It doesn't smell like blood."

"I'm sorry if I smelled blood in someone else's room."

"Anyone who knows it's someone else's room is sneaking in like this."

"But you're my fiancée."

A small laugh comes out of the long shadow of the window. A long sigh comes out of Demirea's mouth.

"Eila. What do you think?"

"It's okay. You'll need to lie down for a few days, but there's a Bern birch. Don't worry about it."

"· · · · · · · Thank God."

"Yes."

"Don't come tomorrow. Come next time, Demirea. If you've already told him. Well, I'm sorry."

"I haven't told Riley yet. As soon as I made an appointment with McDreamy, he was outside."

"Oh, I see."

Demirea reaches out, her mouth clenched once more. Then he grabs Calian's right hand and looks in.

"I've never seen Prince McDreamy almost killed before, but I've never seen him beaten."

"Oh, my God. Is it still wet?"

"I have a lot of tea."

It was not about the hand in front of your eyes, but about the wound on the tip of your lips.

"Your fist looks spicier than I thought. It exploded."

"Yes, it hurt · · · · · · · But did I tell you I was hit by you?"

"You didn't. Or who. He didn't make it back to the palace."

"Ah. I thought I was mistaken."

"Are you mistaken, my prince?"

"Maybe not."

"No, I'm not."

"Good, that too."

Demirea frowns, looking into Calian's palms and arms, and picks up a pill. I knew I wasn't the one to go to see Hina, who was too tired to heal Eila.

"I have bad arms, but my palms are worse. You'll be fine on your own, but if it's sunny, you must show it to Lord Bern."

"Yes, I will."

A blue gray foam is found in the white medicine sprayed on the wound. Even though it may be very painful and painful, Calian does not flinch a finger. Demirea, with her tongue clenched, opened her mouth because she didn't like the look.

"You're not sick."

"It hurts. A lot."

"How did you get here?"

"Embrace, fight, pounce."

"I'm not the kind of person who'd be beaten up. What did you do wrong?"

"I made a mistake. I'm not the only one. I made a mistake."

"You apologized."

"I have to. I have to go apologize. I'm sorry, too. I'm going to."

Demirea nods.

Demirea wipes the spilled medicine and covers the wound with gauze. He carefully wrapped his arms and hands in bandages.

I said, "Bring me a car."

"No, I'm going. Now."

"Feel free to leave when your lips are healed."

"I thought I'd kick you out right away. They give me drugs, they give me tea."

"How do I get rid of you when you're doing that? I'll give you some medicine and a cup of tea."

Kalian grins.

A small voice followed.

"No. I come here and hide, and I boast about being sick to you. There's only one person in front of a cat who can't hide and complain about something like today. I almost sat on the shore. I have to go."

Demirea nods her head and knots at the bandage. He then said, pointing to the sleeves of the black shirts that were rolled up.

"The nobles would love it if you did that. I'll give you some clothes. Just a moment."

"That's a big one."

"Better than my father's clothes. Or do you want my clothes?"

"No, give me the yarn."

"Yes."

The cost of bandages will be expensive, but you might have to work in the back of the palace until you die.

After a while, Demirea, who gave Jan's clothes, tries to escape, but Kalian opens his mouth, raising his head to Demirea.

"Thank you, Demirea. When are you going to pay me back for my drugs?"

"That's the price the prince teaches his brother Harmonica."

"Oh, Jan told you?"

"While McDreamy was away, I blew him right into my ear. Now I know how to do it in Riley."

A little smile burst out.

"Do you know how to handle Riley?"

"Yes. Little did my brother learn from Prince McDreamy."

"Good. Really."

Demirea, instead of answering with a small smile, goes out into the hallway to have Callian change his clothes. Then I came back after I told the chairman that I was almost ready to take a bath.

Meanwhile, one of Jan's little shirts and jacket changes stood in front of a long window. Demirea goes to the window for her own escort, not wanting to go out there.

"Thank you, Demirea."

"You have already said hello."

"Still, I always get that from my fiancée."

"He always knows, so he's better off. You hurt your hand again, so you're going to have to postpone the fight again."

"I know. I can't protect it every time."

His eyes looked at Demirea, carefully wrapped bandages on his hands, a dark grey shirt, and a black jacket.

"That's odd."

"What are you talking about?"

A yarn jacket that's wider in arms than Calian's.

Maybe if the sleeves were a little longer.

"I was a good man of my word, actually."

A black jacket that would be perfect for Bern.

- It's not hard to protect 1,000 or 10,000. You know how strong your brother is. I'm not going to die. I'm going to protect it. So don't worry, just take your mom and Arianne for a minute. It won't take long. Please wait a moment.

"Once I broke it, I felt like I was losing more and more. It's hard to protect."

- Bye. I'll be back.

Demirea, who has never seen a frosty smile with her face full of cold wind, wants to talk to you about a cup of tea before, opens the window. A hot breeze comes in at night.

"Goodbye, my bride."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"When I'm better, I'll call you when I'm better."

"I understand."

Calian sits alone in someone else's room, reflecting well, healing well, and greeting well. I flew out of the shadows. The Duke of Siegfried steps forward.

It's been a long night.

And then four more days passed.

Kalian doesn't return to the palace.

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