402 < Chapter 72. I'm afraid (3) >

Kalian's eyes narrow.

A cold voice echoes through the black room.

"Tell me."

Whether you use Clean ten times or a hundred times, the smell of dead man's blood will not be erased. However, if you have a good head, you will get better taste. Why do you only like the smell of blood so you can smell it? I'm going to go to visit a person who has no idea.

So I washed briefly, changed into other clothes, and then came to Chermill to go to Wilhelm's coffin.

"Merlin went to get his clothes ready. I'll finish preparing for tea. Are you gonna take a shower?"

"I'm going to listen to you. Tell me."

However, Yan, who couldn't even make eye contact and kept his head down, went out of the room before he even spoke to Moora. After a while, he lowers his car and tries to get out again. I was about to catch it.

The other day, I woke up and finally met Jan and apologized as much as I could. He also taught me about Harmonica, who I hadn't been able to get to before I went to Cecretia. I have a place to go with Alan for the night, and I have permission in advance. This morning, I ate with Jan, drank tea, and told her that I would return to Siegfried as well, and returned to the palace earlier than expected.

Then I wouldn't be angry.

By the way.

"Some asshole,"

"Don't use harsh words."

"Yeah, sorry. I won't use it."

"Yes."

"Who said that? Did you have a fight with your brother? What did the other acolytes say? It's okay. Tell me, Jan."

No, what the hell.

Where are my baby elephant eyes?

My button-holes are bigger than her eyes now. The magic dog that made that big one look cute disappeared in half a day. My face was poured out of guilt, so I put it next to the oven to bake it, and then I forgot, and it turned out to be like black barley bread that just swelled up all night.

So what the fuck is my baby elephant?

"The prince."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"Again? Did I ring again?"

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Callian looks up at Jan, sitting down and relaxing his eyes.

"You have to tell me, I... So tell me what I did. I'll hear you."

Yann grabs his wrist and pulls it down to the chair next to him. It was because I was uncomfortable holding my head up in the depressing yard. I thought we should sit Jan down and talk.

Yan halfway down, as Calian pulls her down, gives up and raises her head like a baltol blown into the water. Then he nods. However, he rarely opened his mouth.

After Jan gave it to Jan a while ago, Calian opened his mouth quietly, giving Jan a tea with more honey than a sip of tangerine. An Allen-like voice echoes from Calian's front.

"Were you worried I wouldn't show up again?"

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"So you cried?"

"No."

"Then why did you cry?"

Yan's eyes, which were looking at the tangerine tea from Kalian, changed again. Calian reaches out, placing his car back down. He covered Jan's eyes with his palms. Hina did that to one Kalyan with puffy eyes one day.

Soon, a little magical power is hidden in Kalian's hands.

The hand is cooled by cold, unfilled cold.

It was definitely a cool energy, but the warmth spread through the palms of my hands. The warmth is in the palms of my hands, filled with moisture.

"You haven't done this before, Prince."

Jan's mouth is open.

I'm glad you covered my eyes, or I would have seen your face right now if I hadn't. Callian sighs silently at the thought.

"Yes, I haven't done it before."

"I never gave you the tea that the prince had. You never sat next to me and talked about it."

"That's right. It wasn't before."

"He didn't show me how to use magic, he didn't use a sword, he never jumped out of a window, he was afraid of words."

"Yes, I know."

"He didn't like the smell of honey, he didn't like the cave, he didn't like the mint tea. You couldn't even touch your shoes."

"Yes, I remember."

"You never said you were sorry and you never said you were grateful."

"I was."

"You didn't say anything mean. In front of the nobles, in front of you, you didn't say a word. He didn't even look up in front of me and Prince Randall."

"Yes, I know."

"But you changed overnight."

Kalian nods without answering.

"Solitary car. That's what changed you. I know it all."

Oh, I see.

I'm so glad you covered your eyes.

Calian sighs of relief again. I don't know what she would look like if she knew everything had changed. Glad you didn't show me that. Thank God. That's what I thought. Then I opened my mouth.

I was going to say yes. I didn't want to lie.

"The car."

But Jan said it first.

"I didn't recognize the poison in the car first, so I'm guessing the prince has changed to avoid it again. You've changed everything that you dislike or like."

"· · · · · · · Huh?"

Calian is stunned for a moment.

The baby elephant.

I thought again.

Callian was blaming me for the change. I almost died believing in Jan, so I couldn't rely on anyone else, and I turned myself in.

I didn't notice that Bern was in Calian's body. He just became a new person. It was completely different from one to ten to feel like someone else. Jan couldn't protect me. I was thinking that.

In a word, you got it all wrong.

"· · · · · · · · yarn."

Yeah, it is.

Jan is Jan.

Callian makes a foaming noise filled with a hot tub.

"Are you upset that I've changed?"

"Of course."

"Why were you upset? Everyone loves it."

"You didn't change because you wanted to change. You forced him to do it. Different or not, it's hard to find a comfortable day for the prince. How do you like it?"

"You didn't like it or anything?"

Thief, Thief.

I cry more.

What used to be a pile of pile falls off.

Calian, surprised, hurriedly said.

"No, I'm sorry. Don't cry. You don't have to."

"You can't say no. I don't hate anything."

"· · · · · · Then why are you crying more?"

"If you say it's better now, what's your old time like? What would Prince Charming be now if he were better? I know how he lived then and now, and I know how he's been. You know, just because you ate something that you didn't eat, and just because it changed, how do I choose whether it's a good time or a better time?"

Larynx, larynx.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Okay, I'm sorry. I won't ask."

I'm apologizing now for the rest of my life.

Calian, who looks like he wants to cry, lets out a new breeze on his palm. I've never soothed anyone. Would it be better if my hands were cooler? Would it be better if the wind blew? What should I do? I didn't know what to do, because I felt like I was going to burst into the cracks in my palm. I didn't know what to do. I listened to Yan.

"Prince Plants stopped by today. He gave me a bracelet where I could talk to the prince and told me to keep talking about it wherever he goes. He told me not to worry, I'll find him again when he disappears again."

"· · · · · · · · · · · · You said it · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Callian replies with a calming face.

Dragon Hide that can only be processed with Dragon Bone Fragments or Teeth. A material that even Adelia can't damage. A precious commodity made from the heart of dragons in addition to it.

I didn't make that face because it was a shame.

Caliando tried to give it to Jan. I really didn't lie, and I tried to give it to Jan. In a few days, the baby elephant's face became his grandfather's elephant, so I thought it would be older than Slayman's, so I wanted to give it to Jan. So it was really not a waste of the bracelet. The problem was elsewhere.

The one peas gave me so beautifully.

· · · · · · · My bracelet.

I took it to make it look good. I already thought about what I'd say and give it to you nicely. Peas grabbed it.

"So I asked him."

"What did you ask?"

"Why did you do it before? I asked him why he was so worried and knew how to say it. I was angry with him."

Khalian closes his eyes, almost taking his hand off Jann's eyes.

"Brother, did he say he was sorry?"

Jan nods.

Kalian nods.

"Yes."

"So I cried. He was a person who knew how to say that because he was worried about you. If I had stepped up earlier, I would have fought instead of you. I wish. I wish. I was wondering if you could help me with that."

If only.

Someone's poisoned earlier, someone's broken again, someone's completely broken.

· · · · · That's how they all end up with the smell of Renee.

"Did you cry so horribly because you felt sorry for it?"

"Yes."

Calian takes off his cool hands and looks at Jan.

"My baby elephant is so ugly."

I wiped my tears with my clean nose while trying not to burst a smile at my messed up face.

"What's too bad is that she's pretty." They're all pretty, though. "

A quiet voice flows out.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. So there's something prettier. There are worse things. She's pretty, she's adorable, she's adorable, she's beautiful. And then it's too bad. I guess so."

Calian, smiling slightly, hands the car back to you. Jan looks down at the cold car and looks at Kalian.

"Keep the bracelet. You can call me anytime and say anything. I'll listen to you."

"Yes · · · · · · · · ·."

"Thank you for your loss. Thank you for telling me that. I don't think it's better now than it used to be, and I don't think it's better now than it used to be now, so I look at it the same way. Thank you for that."

Jan nods.

You don't even know the weight of gratitude.

"You didn't change it. Don't think like that. Then" me "is too upsetting."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"I'm not saying don't worry. It's good to worry about you. I don't hate it at all. I never hated it. It was always good. Instead, you sleep and eat and worry. I won't have to worry about anything more than that. That's all I care about."

Yan smiles, panting, not knowing what to say to the dazzling prince.

"I'm fine now. It's really okay."

Jan nods once more.

And I drank all the cold, sweet tea that Kalian gave me. It still tastes different every day, and I haven't had more than a sip of that plant, but Calian always drank a delicious cup of tea.

It was not tasty.

It was delicious.

"What happened to you?"

"I thought it was Norton Lamirez, but it was a white repair disguised as Norton."

"White Repair · · · · · · · The young one who raided the prince before,"

"Xyroian. Don't use such harsh words."

"Yes, I won't use it. Anyway, aren't you one of them?"

"Yes. I thought you were being punished by the hand of the king of Cecritia, but you weren't. I think he ran away a long time ago disguised himself as someone else. And then this time he came to me disguised as Norton."

"What a surprise. Why did he do that?"

"I think we'll find out if we dig up Rashid. If there was a reason why the white repair turned into Norton, cutting off the arm. I don't think so. I don't know why I did it. Or he got his arm amputated for something else and turned into a Norton at the same time. That, too."

"Rashid Brissen? The one who attacked Prince Charming this time?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Why don't you ask that White Repair guy why you're digging up Rashid Brissen?"

"Dead."

"The White Repair is dead? They must have had our knights. How?"

"I was going to ask you more. He didn't know what was really important, and he never said anything small. Besides, I'm a little upset. I couldn't bear the thought of hearing something I didn't want to hear."

"The prince was angry and he died? Did you come here with your own knife? Is that why you decided to change? You think it smells like blood?"

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Jan gets up from his seat.

And I stood him up.

I've already forgotten everything I shouldn't have touched the royal body without permission. I can't help but look around Calian and see if there are any other defects. With those puffery eyes you touched with your fingers, what do you see in those squinty eyes? Anyway, I worked hard looking everywhere.

"Tell me to worry a little bit. There are lots of knights, and there's Leah, and there's even my mother, so you should go and fight with your own sword, eat, sleep, and worry. That's what you're saying, right?"

"· · · · · · · · yarn. I'm the oldest."

"What do you do on the count? You're the one who got hurt the most when you counted the most. But what's the best part of the century?"

"It's a little unfair for me, too. It's because I've never fought with the right mind. It's the strongest."

"I don't know. Anyway, this is why I can't get over it."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"Are you sure you're okay? Are you hurt?"

"Yes, there is. It's really okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm better. Really."

Kalian laughs.

"Stop it and sit back down. Give me the bracelet. I'll show you how to write."

"· · · · · · · Yes."

Anyway.

Jan is Jan.

* * *

'You seem busy these days.'

'You seem to know. I'll go first.'

'I took you to the palace. Are you practicing your head under the crown?'

'Is this a question that needs an answer?'

'If it's a question, the answer to the party should be returned.'

'Yes, if you say yes, you will say yes, and if you say no, you won't know, but you will be right in the end.' So if you'd rather tell me what you want to tell me, No, I'll choose and tell you what you want. '

- Parlack.

I handed over the documents at a regular pace that was close to perfection.

When I saw the letters in their eyes, I thought of a conversation with my brother who I stumbled upon, and with my hands I wrote a signature, wrote a reason for my rejection, or added an opinion.

'You speak as if you know me well.'

'Not quite. I know, I'm not your brother. He was reluctant and hateful, but he never looked away.'

- Parlack.

Afterwards, I examined the information of a hundred knights who had entered the palace sooner than expected. I put their names, their origins, their dispositions, and their swordsmanship in my head.

Based on information from existing articles stored in memory, we look at the best locations and roles for new people to complement. Whether the existing knights were involved in the fight, were injured, and when they would recover. Think about it together and decide where to place new knights first.

I didn't forget, of course, what training they would each start with, or how to change their placement when the recovering knights return.

The decision was made on an empty sheet of paper.

"Surprisingly, you. '

'It was nothing.'

'Did you ever wish you weren't so innocent?'

'What a stupid question. You do it too.'

- Parlack.

Even at that moment, the conversation with the brother kept ringing in my ears.

Conversations, eyes, eyes, faces. Nothing fades or fades and comes to mind.

'· · · · · · · Yes. That's a ridiculous question. "

The golden garden scissors in the servant's hands.

What it means, who gave it, and what it means for a brother to go out into the garden with it, and his unforgettable head gives a faithful answer.

Ignoring the answer, I continued to hand over the documents.

To avoid relief, lamenting, liking, or hating, I fill out new documents and review the report that I have posted to reject or accept. Write comments and sign

- Parlack.

- Parlack, Parlack.

"No matter how smart you are, you can't wear it like that."

- Chit.

Plants' hands have stopped.

The gaze that had not been turned away from the desk left.

"Or dislocated to the right arm, not to the left. He's so fragile all over."

"As soon as you get here, you bark."

"Don't be so harsh. I know you're smart, even if you don't prove it. I caught a Black Horse, then I caught a White Horse and kept losing."

Calian, who knows better than anyone other than Plants, has somehow come to find out where the contents of the document come from, how many answers he has obtained by reminding and crossing them at once.

Plants frowns at the back of his eye, not to mention coming into the office and not even knowing he was watching the sheep standing behind him. I didn't kill him on purpose. I just didn't realize that Calian was coming in.

The reason for knowing it was simple.

I felt it as soon as I heard Kalian's words.

"Impersonating my brother as dead is not worth saving."

It definitely smelled like someone's blood not long ago.

"Anyway, how quickly you noticed."

Calian at the ducal palace rolls his head colorlessly, wondering what it means to be covered in the smell of blood, whose blood he must have smelled, or not to use his head. Kalian frowns as if it wasn't a favor.

"I just don't know if the person I let live or die. It's not human, it's smell."

"Bird. Who."

"White Repair. You know."

Plants nods.

After closing your eyes for a moment, you are fully aware of Calian's visit to the ducal palace. If you don't tell me, I'll think of it myself again, so I just told him.

"Rashid Brysen at last."

"It's Xeon all over again."

"Yes."

"I don't think Jann's talking to you like this. On your way to Chermill to look for me, did you meet Randall?"

Who's saying who knows who's fast?

Tak, and.

Plants drops the report he was reviewing and looks at Calian. A long explanation followed by no answer.

"We met."

"You fought."

Callian raises his fist and smiles. That fist was so fierce, it meant I wouldn't fight anyone.

Plants frowns, looking at his brother, who had learned how to bark without opening his mouth.

"I didn't fight."

"So you've been in and out of Brother Randall's words like salt water again?"

"· · · · · · · · We talked."

Maybe.

"Well done."

Whether it's a good one or a bad one.

I had a conversation.

"You've done something extraordinary. Let's go cool off."

"Let's see."

"I'm going to Schrinz. To fetch the king."

"Got it."

"Don't you ask for any details about when you're going and who you're going with? Brother, if you leave the real palace, you'll get scammed immediately. You got a Misrill net, hid a Magic Ammo, and planted a Magic Lamp here and there. Who's going to buy Cat Food if the Vault is looted?"

"You bark a lot today."

"Yes, it's been a long time."

The day before, I barked at dawn.

He had a big, growling beast's face, but he barked anyway. Therefore, when he returned to the black cat and realized that it had been a long time since he barked, Plants sighed and asked.

"When."

"I'll be there in two days."

"Who."

Barking.

He asked me what I learned so gently.

Calian answers, holding back his smile.

"Me and you, Kyrie, Eila. Like this. It can stretch or it can shrink. That's what I think."

"Got it."

"Ah. Even Randall."

"You."

"Yo."

"Don't."

Is there a problem with the ring?

Plants frowned at the tail of his eyes, unable to keep up with my brother's crazy thoughts, even though he was not crazy with his smart head.

I'm emptying the palace.

No, there's Balkans, there's Allen, so you won't have a problem with that. Whether it's emptying the palace or emptying the country or emptying the concept, it all has a deep meaning. By the way.

A ridiculous companion arrives. That's the problem.

"No."

More indecisive answers came out of Plants' mouth.

"After you broke the window on the fifth floor, I didn't think you'd be able to smell the Renaissance after seeing Brother Randall. I heard you talked, but you don't like it."

"Still, no."

"Yes."

Kalian nods, smiling beautifully.

You're coming with me anyway.

It was a smile with that meaning.

"Come have dinner with me first."

"No."

"Do you hate the smell of · · · · · · · blood?"

"No."

"Then join me. I'm bored eating alone."

"Okay."

"Yes."

Saint-Germain.

I don't know if Plants recognized it.

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