386 < Chapter 69. Cat (4) >

There are two strangers.

From being here, there's a strange, totally unfamiliar person, a little less unfamiliar than that, so there's a strange person.

Tailan looks like Servant. And Calian, who stands to be the one who does not exist in the world.

"Embrace it."

I didn't explain any of them.

My experience with conch shells commanded silence, not as a child, not as a prince at the feet of everything in the world, but as the commander of the soldiers who gathered here. Don't be curious, don't keep it in your head.

Silencing my people without seeking their understanding.

I never would have let Callian smell like Serenus in that. But what Plants can do without knowing what happened between Bern and Eila. I did that.

"Instead, I'll give you one of my own."

Just as I learned how to command Silica, I also learned from Hina that there is no free in the world. Plants, who is good at using what he learns, added:

"· · · · · · · Say something solvable in my line."

Of course, I did not forget the teachings that Kalian emphasized that when making a deal, you must be certain of the terms.

A free tour of the great prosecutors' struggle against the sovereign master and the sovereign master, and the sixty-six Balkans, who had just experienced what I had been experiencing right there in the middle of the rare scene of a meteor-like lifetime.

I stood at a distance and looked at him, and I thought to Kiri,

I'm glad Arsen isn't here.

If he had been to Arsen, he would have received sixteen wishes, and one wish, "I want to boast to only one person who's been through today," and one wish, "You know what I want?"

"Are you hurt?"

One day, he approached Kiri and asked,

Someone who is more familiar with handling error than Siona, so he spread out the attack on Kyrie and rescued Kyrie and Siona by spreading the error enough to be harmless to both of them.

Tailan Castrin.

"Thanks to you."

"Yes."

"The sword will soon be upon us, by the way."

"You mean that's right."

"If not, I would have done something."

With that said, Kiri nods without a joyful expression. Tailan, who had been watching him for awhile, speaks.

"Do you remember how you did it?"

"Actually, I'm not sure."

"Is this your first time out?"

"Yes, it's my first time."

"This is the first time I've ever seen a face that is too bold. I didn't tell Prince Kalian about it."

"No, I'm glad. However, please note that it is not urgent."

"Are you afraid you'll miss your way in a hurry?"

"That's right."

Tailan's answer is immediately followed, as if he knew the answer would come from this.

"The only way to deal with errors is to learn for yourself. You've heard enough of that."

"Yes, I hear you."

"People have different ways of climbing the sword and increasing the circle of their hearts, but I can see that they're actually quite similar. I can tell you how to work magic, how to calculate, how to create circles, but the wall to expand circles can't cross it unless you've learned it for yourself. It's the same for climbing the sword. I can teach you how to hold a sword and wield it, how to use an arm and a leg, but I have to learn how to make errors myself. Gain enlightenment and increase circles or climb the sword. It's the only thing to do for yourself."

"I think so, too."

"Yes."

Tailan looks around the training ground for a moment.

"After expressing the error for the first time, it took me four years to fully realize how to deal with it. I swung my sword so hard I didn't realize it, but then one night it was full of thunder and lightning, and I realized it unexpectedly. My deceased teacher died on a boat stranded in a storm and climbed into the path of the sword. It was seven years after he expressed his error."

Four years, seven years.

At my age, Tailan's voice continued to grow in Kyrie's ears, adding that number.

"There are other cases, of course. Siegfried Ball learned to come to defend the owner of the spear because he expressed his error when blocking the flying spear during the duel. The day we first exposed the error, we were on the path to the sword."

"I see."

"Yes, and one more thing. Rumor has it that Grey Brissen dug up my dead grandfather's grave and climbed into the path of the sword. Not only what I saw in there, but I don't even know if it's true that I dug a grave. Well, there were times."

Kyrie's gaze reaches Tailan.

"So sooner or later, there are a lot of ways to get an epiphany. Eventually, you'll be on your way to the sword, so don't get too attached to yourself. You should be happy you took one more step to grow up."

"· · · · · · · Yes. Thank you."

Tailan nods. Then I grabbed Kyrie's shoulder a little.

"Prince Kalian's power is different from mine. In fact, it would have to be different from all the other sorcerers. His power is an error, but it's also magical. It's not the same color as the pureness of a fused pair of winds. That's why Prince Kalian couldn't have told you this himself."

Tailan stops speaking, and the blue glow settles at his fingertips. The light flows quietly into Kiri's body.

I felt the cold rain in the middle of the summer.

Soon, it turned into a feeling like I had taken cold water one afternoon, exhausted and thirsty. Power that flows into the body and moves. The real order, which had not been mixed, was pushed back and forth, wrapped around the body, spread out, and gathered again. I felt the power to stay so long and go out again.

It allows us to feel exactly what the energy of error is, how it moves, how it is used, and directly. I can't teach you how to climb the sword, but I can tell you where to look and walk.

"I call this to come. The so-called sovereigns who create and rule this kind of energy are called sovereigns. A little help would be nice if you could remember that feeling."

After a long time.

Tailan looks at Kiri, who has recovered his error and scattered it again. Kyrie blinks for a moment and lowers her head in surprise.

"· · · · · · Thank you."

"You should be thankful. Thanks to you, I've been teaching people these things, which is good for each other."

Today's disciple has learned the sword only enough not to go anywhere and die. I no longer had anything to teach my disciples one day that I don't remember. So if you don't tell the disciples of the former disciple, they probably won't be useful for the rest of their lives.

For this reason, Tailan smiles slightly, who taught Kiri instead.

"So, why was Prince Calian disguised as such, and should I leave my curiosity aside?"

"No. Prince Kalian will explain this to Lord Castrin. I'll walk you through it."

Keeri replied, recalling Tailan's errand he probably will never forget. Tailan is then escorted to a rest room on one side of the training ground.

And I listened.

"You can't just say that, Demirea."

The voice from inside the break room.

I also saw it.

Beyond the break room window. Demirea came looking for you in the commotion. Put your knees together in front of him, someone sitting somewhere else.

Kyrie turns her head as she sees someone holding her head steadily in the handkerchief of the sea light.

- · · · · · · Pebbles.

In Kiri, you turn around in a cautious motion that makes you think you've ever been able to scream and move like this in your life. Then he turned to Castrin, who had yet to find the inside of the window.

"There seems to be a personal urgency for the prince, so I'll explain it for you."

The silence was long.

* * *

Callian leaps out the window.

Plants followed behind without a word.

"Why is everyone running out the window with their doors intact? Is that all you have to do to be royalty in this country?"

"No, the king and the first prince use doors and stairs."

I was talking to myself, and the answer came back.

Apparently, he came to the hospital and the patient and caregiver left for breakfast. Thanks to this, the patient's friend and the patient's old brother's fiancée, and the patient's old brother and the patient's old fiancée who did something bad to him remained.

Arianne nods, smiling in relief.

"I'm glad there are people who live like people. I was worried because I was the patient, my brother, and I snuck out."

"Yes, thank God."

Arsen's eyes do not fall out of the window.

It wasn't because I was worried about the outside. If there was a noise, but something bad happened, the knights outside would tell you. But there was no more commotion, and there was no Balkans coming to report it, so I thought it would be no big deal.

I couldn't leave Arianne alone on nothing, so I was looking out the window, waiting for her to hurry back, no matter what.

"How's Louise?"

"How are you doing? Much better than before."

"Yes, thank God."

I'd be less awkward if I brought Coco.

"Why are you suddenly noticing me?"

Arianne remarkably notices that Arianne is uncomfortable with the two of her.

"I've been watching you."

"You didn't do that when you had dinner with my king or with Callian."

"No, I've been watching you."

"Surprisingly, I didn't think Earl Hertz would. I thought you didn't care because you didn't give a shit."

"If you don't care, that's what Brysen is, a person."

Arianne bursts into laughter.

"Are you pretending like you don't care about Calian?"

Arsen nods, trying to adapt to not putting anything after Calian's name.

"That's amazing. I care about people around me like this. Well, you can't call one of the two perpetrators or the other victims, right? I haven't been through either of them now, and I never will be. So don't look so hard. You're gonna have to bruise it, me."

"I'm trying."

Arsen nods, saying, looking out the window again. Then, he made a happy face like when it was so awkward.

You see Kalian, Plants, and Demirea walking towards this place, covered in black hoods from head to toe.

"The prince is coming back."

"I see. But who's that guy back there?"

"This is Little Duke Siegfried."

"Oh, that's so cool."

Arsenal smiles and replies.

"Yes, she is."

Arianne, who became the face I expected, looked to see if there were any loose clothes. After a while, the door opens with a thud and three people come in.

Arianne wakes up from her seat and says hello to Demirea. Demirea, who already knew who was here, lowers her head and sends her reply.

Khalian, who introduced each other in simple words, looked at Arsen.

"Sir Hertz."

"Yes, Prince."

"Dear Randall, could you come here for a moment, please?" "

"You speak of Prince Randell in the coffin of Wilhelm."

Arsen stiffens his face slightly.

Callian smiles and adds that he knows he's reluctant to Randall.

"If you don't want Randall to come here, I'll go."

"No, I'll tell her."

It is better to let Randall come back here than to see him go all the way to Chermill with his soft blue feet.

Calian smiles at Arsen's quick reply and adds one more thing.

"And I have a place to go in a few days or so. Get ready."

"You mean a week later?"

Khalian nods his head and takes off the hood of the black robe.

"To Whitlin."

"Are you suggesting we go to Whitlin?"

"No, I'll be back. I'll be back."

"So what am I preparing for?"

After being tied up with a handkerchief, Calian turns his head to look away, fixing the hair that has fallen down again. He glanced down slightly at the pea that was one punch from the side.

"Brother, you're coming with me. Preparing to work alone without being surprised even if you disappear."

Such preparation.

Arsen sighs a long time.

* * *

Tailan Castrin is here.

He said he would meet with Kalian, but he wasn't allowed to, so he said he would meet with Kiri first. Hina, who was with Demirea at the Wilhelm Coffin, has asked for guidance. Then you leave Demirea in her chambers for a moment, bringing Tailan to the training ground.

Siona saw Hina in a duel with Kiri.

I remembered the mother of my two sisters, and the friend and owner of the bubble, Siona. I was mistaken. Keeping the sword of Kiri at my throat.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Nod. Nod.

You move your head.

A magical orb that whispers voices into your head, not your ears. I stopped trying to get my strength into my hand without even knowing it. But then again, wait a minute.

- My brother looks calm, but his hands are spicy. Knights used to be gentle. I used to get hurt by Prince Kalian, but nowadays I get hurt every day by my brother. Are you sure you're not hurt? Are you sure you don't want me to take a look?

Again.

Siona nods, clenching her fists, being careful not to strain the beads. I seem to have forgotten. I'm a master of the Sword. If I get hurt by a sword I have to get off the path of the Sword. Honestly, it was a little dangerous at the end, but it's okay. Instead of saying that, I just nodded.

A silver ring hanging from Theona's long ears, the sunlight reflected on it, creates a small cluster of light on the Oatmeal cookie colored wall. Siona suddenly looks at Hina's ears as she sees the light moving together with her nod.

It reminds me of a younger life than Kyrie, who did not hold her hands tightly. I think of a pointy, long ear protruding from between my pure white paw and the white paw of clean light.

Yeah, it is.

I bet you had long ears.

- Ears.

Since I had never used an item to convey my voice to the other person's head, I passed it on without knowing it to Hina.

Hina opens her eyes wide.

And he took his hand to his ear like no other.

- My ears?

Seeing it, Siona claps her mouth shut, where there was nothing to say. Then I quickly opened the horse again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was thinking."

A blunt tone. A dry, matchless voice.

However, the face that said it was neither blunt nor dry. Hina smiled as she understood why she said that.

- You don't have to be upset. I never thought it would be a waste.

Nod again.

Siona shakes her head.

- Wait a minute.

Hina, who woke up from her seat, went to the corner of the office and made a sweet noise. And a little while later, I brought two cups of tea on a small tray.

A cup of tea, which resembles the color of Siona's hair, is placed in front of her.

- A car made of Amaranth flowers. It was given to me by Captain Manasil, and I feel like I'm sitting on a sunny rock. It tastes cozy.

Siona's golden eyes turn to the cup of tea.

I closed my eyes for a moment instead of wondering what it would be like to sit on a sunny rock, what a cozy taste would be.

"Siona, this sounds so good. '

'Twinkle, it's just a bubble.'

'No, it sounds like the cubs are playing a prank.'

'· · · · · · · I don't know.'

Don't you know that because you're young? '

"Youth. How old are you? '

'I'm kidding. Take one and listen. Listen carefully and you'll hear it.'

'What do I use this for? I'm good.'

'Freya told me to share one with you. So don't throw it away if it's no use.'

Twinkle, twinkle.

No matter how much I hear it, I don't feel like the cubs are playing a prank. I always wondered if I would feel that way. I've been thinking about that every day for so many days, but I still don't know. So it's still a useless bubble that you can't get rid of.

I felt the sound of that bubble coming from the pink car, so I closed my eyes for a moment.

Hina smiles a little as she looks down at Siona without even touching the car.

- It's not that hot. Try it.

"Yes."

Shiona, who quietly replied, picked up a cup of tea and tasted it.

It doesn't taste like sitting on a sunny rock. I don't know what a cozy taste is, but it didn't taste like that either.

Instead, fill your mouth with rye bread, chew it, and then taste it.

It tasted like that.

- Do you like it?

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Siona raised her head again after drinking a cup of tea that she didn't like very much. And I looked at Hina's face for a long time. I felt welcomed, sorry, missed, and sad all at once, so I couldn't say anything else, just looked at it.

At the end of Hina's smile, I could not speak a word more, and I just kept staring at her like that.

Hina looked down at Siona for a moment. And I looked at Siona's callused hand. I looked at the hand that delivered the letter, the hand that patted young Kiri's back, the hand that patted Hina's head carefully, and the hand that brought out all the money I had in my dusty clothes.

And I looked up.

I looked at her, whether she wanted to see Hina or someone who lived beyond her.

- It's Hina.

The sound of dawn and sunrise after a lost night. A comfortable voice that puts down any worries. A beautiful voice like a mound of rainbow released into sugar water.

That voice called out to Siona. I told him my name.

- Hina Bern. That's my name. Thanks to you, I learned that name. If you hadn't sent me Mom's letter, if you hadn't given me a month's worth of bread, I wouldn't have that name in the world.

Siona lowers her head slowly.

I nodded quietly, shaking my head.

Hina continues.

- We're good.

Whitlin.

Whitlin.

It doesn't sound like a baby fox playing around in that bubble.

No matter how I hear it, I don't hear it. I'm much older than you are now. I still don't hear it after hearing it for so long.

- Thank you, sir.

It just smells like rye bread.

That's all I hear in my ears.

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