Chapter 511

Chapter 89. Thanks to his useful face (5),

I returned the bracelet to Kirie.

Nothing was said after that.

Is it because he was originally reticent, or is it because he was fighting with Plants again?

Kirie, who had no idea why Randel had become quiet, just paid no attention. If Calian was the least attentive person in Kyris, then the next least attentive person was Kyrie.

“Is it Mithril?”

However, this question was asked to Kiri, who found peace on her own and hugged her well. Demirea, who put the bacon she received just now into her mouth. It was Siona disguised as Demirea.

“Is the meat tough?”

“No. I’m not saying the meat is like mithril. Bacon is soft. Of course, I’m a person who chews all kinds of meat well, so you don’t have to worry if it’s tough.”

‘Dmirea’ smiled brightly and put another piece of bacon into her mouth. Kirie looked at that with a very complicated face.

It’s a problem to smile like that and say something like that with Demirea’s extremely solemn face, but isn’t there one thing that creates an even bigger sense of disconnect? In the first place, Siona is an elf.

Is it okay for a race of elves to eat omnivores, or is Siona’s stomach adapted to meat after growing up in the great desert?

Kirie, who had no way of guessing, just paid no mind to that.

“Anyway. Is it Mithril?”

“What are you saying?”

“That’s what Prince Calian said he would give me. I’m curious about whether it’s mithril. I’m not worried because I’m sure you could have found a strong material on your own. I’m just asking because I’m curious.”

“ah.”

I was unable to predict what would happen next as I was trying to say something to divert Siona’s attention from thinking about the bell. Of course, you would be curious about what the material is, but the problem is what the material is.

“Why? I don’t know.”

“They say it is Danu’s branch.”

Stand tall.

Siona’s fork, which was moving well, suddenly stops.

Randel, who had replaced Kyrie with the words she had been having trouble saying, quietly began eating again.

“Is it true?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“... It must be sturdy.”

‘Now that I think about it, does Siona like Danu’s eggplant? I think you might not like it... But actually, there’s no material like this. ‘What should I say?’

I feel like Calian’s voice lingering in my ears while he was thinking. This was because it was a branch of Danu and was no other than Siona.

Wasn’t it the same for Siona who was abandoned by Danu?

“If you don’t want to, you can talk to the prince about something else.”

“No. Why bother doing something like that. It’s okay.”

Siona responded by waving her hand and started eating again. I paused my hand for a moment, then continued again, and stopped again, repeating the movement of my hand.

“It’s for Lord Hill, and it’s also a minor revenge against the elves of Bridget Forest. That’s why I deliberately asked Danu to give me the branch. That’s what Prince Calian said.”

Kirie said this to Siona.

Siona is a sword master from Bridget Forest. The elves were driven out and could not even set foot in Kairis, where Danu had taken root. Elves who did not receive proper protection from Danu and lived in their own villages. Isn’t this one of them who lived as an elf and ended up in the Great Desert?

Danu, who would never have to pick up a leaf once it has been dropped, gives a part of himself to Siona, a leaf that has already fallen. How much it would hurt Danu’s pride.

“So, if you have any hesitation, please tell me. I will tell you. A swordsman shouldn’t be reluctant to use the sword, right?”

“It’s a bit uncomfortable to say that it’s a branch of the mother tree. Still, I don’t mind. As long as it’s strong, it’s okay.”

At these words, Randel looked at Siona.

“You’re quick to forgive. You too.”

“There is nothing left to forgive. I just stop caring about the mother tree and live my life.”

Siona, who answered as if it was nothing, looked into Randel’s light green eyes.

This is why I remembered Slayman’s words as he put the two red flower-shaped cherry candies that Lirie had made for him in his valuables locker and then took them out again.

‘No, I shouldn’t keep it right away, but I should take it to the palace and show it off. Lemain, that guy doesn’t even know how fun this is. ‘You should go and show it to your heart’s content.’

“Is it true that someone forgave someone else?”

Although I asked, I already gave a reasonable answer.

Didn’t Siona know some of the circumstances while staying at Duke Siegfried’s residence? Who would Randel, who lived in the royal palace where there was no need to exchange major grudges, mention forgiveness? It must be Lemain.

After hearing Siona’s words, Randel’s eyes calmly sank.

Siona, who was feeling reasonably full and was quietly examining the personalities of the three brothers while trying to exercise her head instead of her body, nodded.

If one of the ‘someones’ Randel mentioned was Lemain, the other ‘someone’ would definitely be Planz. Because Calian is the kind of guy who goes out of his way to steal LeMaine’s sweetheart without any forgiveness or reconciliation.

“Does it bother you that Crown Prince Plants has forgiven King Lemain?”

“no.”

Randel shook his head.

I didn’t even care about that in the first place.

Now that I think about it, I can only think that I was also involved with His Majesty. Just like Siona treated Danu, Randel also gave up on Lemain a long time ago.

“I mean the second and me.”

Crackle crackle.

Mouths that normally would not have been opened under any circumstances were opening.

The youngest brother’s quiet knight and elf sword master. A hard, cold floor and a bonfire producing hot heat.

‘Be careful.’

I opened my mouth in that unfamiliar feeling of hearing the most unfamiliar words among all the unfamiliar things.

“Is there anything to say about whether forgiveness is fast or slow? Not between parents and children, but between siblings. It is said that all brothers grow up fighting and making up. That is the case with all human children I have seen.”

“Is that so?”

“If you think about it, there are very few cases where only one side is at fault. If you fight over who did better among the same old people, you will find out that they all did the same thing. But what kind of forgiveness is there? You just have to play again and it’s over.”

Kyrie quietly took a breath after seeing words coming out of Siona’s mouth that not even Calian could say. What should I do if Randel gets angry? Should I call Hina right away and ask her to connect Kalian?

I’m thinking about that.

“Does your second son have another habit of speaking?”

A low voice was addressed to Kirie.

Kirie, who was silently looking into those light green eyes, opened her mouth.

“What kind of speaking habits are you curious about?”

“When you are angry at your subordinate. Please tell me how your subordinate speaks.”

“Are you talking about when you are angry?”

After all, this is the way you speak when you’re angry.

Randel’s voice was heard again by Kirie, who was thinking for a moment about something she had not experienced much.

“When we arrive at Fabian, there will definitely be uncomfortable looks. Do we have to endure it?”

If I hadn’t had sharp ears, I would have doubted whether I heard it correctly.

“I’m going to get angry, so let me know.”

I heard my eldest brother’s firm promise.

* * *

Was Silike alive in the past?

Even if Silike was alive on that last day, or if he had already died. Isn’t this a question that can neither be mourned nor relieved?

Therefore, Plantz, who had hesitated to ask, nodded.

“Have a drink. Don’t think about overexerting your brain by wondering what it would have been like if you were alive or dead.”

“okay.”

“Whatever it is, you’re green and green now. That’s what’s important.”

“... Then you.”

“What am I? Why?”

“no.”

This is how Plants from that day came back to life.

If I find my memories someday, this life now will be a comfort to Plants that day. I think it will comfort you somehow.

What should I say to my friend who lived with no way to get better and then died like that and disappeared like this? I couldn’t think of anything, so I just kept my mouth shut this time.

“I’m like this. I’m drinking good drinks with a friend who is like my enemy in a wide wheat field, so that’s it.”

Bern, who was laughing like dry grass in the wind, took a long breath. Then, on my own accord, I asked the light green guy who had made me his friend.

Just without being able to turn my head. Just looking at that wide, green wheat field in the distance.

“I’ve known since when.”

“What?”

“About silique.”

“When did I know what my mother thought of me? Are you asking that?”

“That’s a long story. Anyway, other than that, what else is there to be curious about?”

“I don’t know.”

An unfamiliar answer came out.

Plantz doesn’t know the starting point of what he knows.

If you saw a duck in a book, you would know not only the title and page of the book where the duck appeared when you came across Coco in Arsene’s arms, but also what book was in what room in the palace library and where the book was located, as well as the people you met on the day you saw the book. This is a planz where you can remember everything, even the weather of the day.

“If you don’t know.”

“I don’t know either.”

“It’s not that I found out, it’s that I noticed. Then.”

To Silike or to someone else.

I think I heard directly my mother’s cruelly fragrant plans for the future. As we go through life, we slowly climb up a low staircase, little by little. I guess I noticed.

Plantz did not answer.

Jangle jangle.

Instead, I poured all the remaining alcohol in my hand into my mouth and swallowed it.

Bern, who had visited Sispanian for just a moment, let out a laugh as he looked at Plantz, who looked fine even after pouring the strong drink that would have put Calian to sleep a long time ago if it weren’t for the Aurors.

Laughing and laughing.

I laughed as if I was pouring it out, as if I was shaking it all away.

“It’s a shame.”

I expressed my regret over the fact that it did not pour out, spill, or shake off.

“what.”

“If I had known that the light green king who invaded my country was a crazy person who lived like that, I would have said let’s have a drink before he dies.”

“...Why would a crazy person drink with a crazy person?”

“Then what should I do?”

Jangle jangle.

Plantz, who was silently twirling the glass that Bern had refilled, gave a belated answer.

“Shouldn’t we have just lived? You and I, each on our own. Keep going.”

“I guess you invaded my land just to survive.”

“Now are you taking my side?”

“If they say they will take their side, then they should listen. And if a crazy bastard takes the side of a crazy person, then who will he side with?”

“You should stand up for yourself and blame the crazy guy.”

“why me.”

“You say it’s unfair. That’s why you’re saying that.”

“Was it only the crazy guy who felt unfair? The crazy guy must have felt unfair too.”

“Would it have been unfair?”

“It must have been unfair.”

“...Would it have been unfair?”

“... It should have been unfair.”

A small sound was heard in the ears of a talented crazy bastard who was good at using magic to cool down alcohol, but was also good at using Auror and was good at picking up even small sounds.

“It was unfair.”

The Mad King may have felt bad that day, but at least Plantz, who is sitting here today, said it was unfair.

“... Me too. It was unfair.”

Like a baby whale born without knowing it was in a fish tank.

Like a young spruce tree that sprouted without knowing it was in a greenhouse.

Knowing that my life will ultimately be blocked by a wall that I cannot escape. Knowing that I will never fully grow up.

Knowing that life is like that.

It was unfair.

“Yes. It must have been unfair.”

Bern only spoke calmly without a single word of comfort.

One person to comfort, one person to receive comfort. It would be nice for brothers gathered together like this to talk to each other, but I thought to myself that it wouldn’t be a bad idea for strangers who couldn’t find comfort anywhere to just sit side by side and have a drink.

“You worked hard. Living.”

Pop.

“I live even though it’s unfair.”

Pop.

Pop.

“Planz.”

How many times did Kirie hear this?

The sound of the bell dripping from the guy sitting next to me can be heard so loudly in my ears. How many injustices did Kirie, who had a keen ear since birth, have to hear?

While thinking like that.

“You worked hard, Plants. You endured it well. I’m proud of you.”

Drip.

Jangle jangle.

Drip drip.