One auspicious day when a refreshing breeze strokes people's cheeks as they dance and play through colorful petals and soft sunlight falls all over the country.

A constant cheer was wrapping all over the Majesta.

- Congratulations!

- Hail, Your Gray!

- Glory to the Majesta!

All the sounding voices honor Lady Gray, who was reignited today, and with all the faith in the bright future of this country, I devote a great deal of effort to tightening my loose face all morning.

At the corner, beside Mr. Gray, who is making a good decision, he refrains from being a [Ice Knife Brave], because it's ruined a lot for me to snort. The unceasing voice of celebration is a testament to the hardships of childhood training that have been rewarded by the people and their subordinates in their efforts to be recognized, and I have to wave like that to add more flowers to Master Gray's glory.

- That's what Welt and Claire are here to see.

I'm celebrating my fifth birthday in a few months, and I zero my breath when I think of me and Claire's son, Welt.

During the coronation ceremony that was performed earlier, I need to sparkle my mother's conceded dark green eyes so as not to disappoint Master Gray or her son, who was watching me refrain on that side. I want my son, who turns a respectful eye like me on the day of his existence, to see what he looks like.

Having reinvented the appearance of my wife and son at the ceremony, I created a good looking posture and face and proceeded to return to Master Gray, who would be taking a break.

But shortly afterwards, my leg, which was headed for the holding room, stops perfectly by the pleasant voice I heard on the wind.

"The crown, it suited Master Gray too!

"Oh, thank you. And you've grown up while we haven't seen each other for a while, Welt."

If you take the hallway, which is supposed to go straight into the conversation that reached your ear, to the person who heard a bend, you will reach the lounge prepared as a guest's lounge. The next thing I saw in my eyes was Welt, who answered well, and Master Gray, who narrowed his eyes nostalgically.

"Because I eat a lot every day!

"Ha ha. That's a good thing."

"Because I want to be quick and strong like your father!

Master Gray breaks up with Welt, who proclaims he wants to be strong like me, stirring the thin, soft blonde hair grown on his little head with kushaku. Moreover, there are also fathers and mothers around Jin and Claire, grandfathers and celleries carrying holy spears to His Majesty the Former King and His Ladyships.

Apparently this was a lounge reserved for Lady Gray and those close to him among the guests.

I see, then I'm neither convinced nor convinced that Master Grey will show his face. But how long will the busiest person today be playing smoothly in a place like this?

Even though the crowning ceremony has been successfully concluded and greetings have been given to the people, after this there is a dinner party inviting messengers who have come to celebrate not only from the royal nobility in the country but also from neighbouring countries and allies. Regardless, we should have been arranged to be able to finish the specification and take a break early because the lead actor, Lady Gray, can't get out on the way, etc. If the person at the time is selling oil in a place like this, the care of the squire and maids who are waiting to put the master to rest for a little longer is blistering.

For today's sake, it is a well-known fact that Master Gray has been very busy.

The feast after this, though the seats for the celebration, must be quite attentive, so you should rest for a while or longer. So what the hell are the Jins doing?

Though I agree with Lady Gray, who still remains in her costume during the coronation ceremony, I step on two feet to the soft grin of childhood taming, which I haven't seen in a long time.

I've been so careful lately to make the crowning ceremony a success...

I guess Master Gray finally took a breath after safely taking over the throne from His Majesty the former King and finishing showing his face to the people.

- If it's just a little more, are you okay?

I breathe out a small breath at Master Gray, surrounded by forgiving faces and expressions of relief, who confirms this later appointment in his brain and concludes so. And I quietly deposited myself on the wall to watch their conversation for a while now.

"Speaking of which, Welt. Doyle told me you seem to have decided on a weapon to force you to celebrate your birthday already, but have you decided?

"Yes! I, I knew I'd like the same knife as your father. Can you do me a favor?

"Of course. I'll ask Majesta's best blacksmith, so I hope you're looking forward to it"

"Yay!

Welt treats those who have become kings of Majesta as if they were relatives' brothers, and no one blames them. Well, Welt hits his nephew, and Master Gray wants it like no other. It's not like making a scene if you only have these inner eyes, but Welt needs to learn to deal with 'Your Majesty' soon. You don't have to worry about the faces here, they're everywhere. There will be no harm in keeping measures in place.

As I wrote it down in the corner of my head to tell Balad when I left, my grandfather, father and Jin, who were listening to Welt and the others converse, raised a voice of utmost regret.

"What, you don't do spears, Welt? corner, to see the Lord's workout. Says he's using the Knights to rebuild his dull body."

"That's right. A spear would teach you, too, wouldn't it?

"I want to deal with you too! Besides, I have to give this holy spear back to the Aginis one day, so do the spear. There is also a tattoo of Lord Obza, and if you are Lord Welt, be the Spear Master of Majesta over the name of the Brave Men of Flaming Spears or the Brave Men of Thunder Spears!

I take a ride on the grandfathers, grab my fist and exhale a heavy sigh instead of the words I put in, into the figure of Gin recommending Walt to spear. Oh, man, it's troublesome. He said Welt had spoken of learning the knife for some time, but Grandpa Xeno and the others hadn't given up yet.

... I didn't say I wouldn't do spears, so just let him do what he wants.

Reminds me of the conversation between Maris and Welt that I eavesdropped on a few months ago, and thinking about that with just a little immersion in superiority, Welt shakes his face wide aside.

"I also admire spears a bit, but I want to be the best swordsman in Majesta like [Ice Knife Brave], so I'll turn them into swords! So protect this country like your father did."

I look at Welt with all my heart, stretched out and confidently said out.

That seemed to be the same for the gentle smiling Grays, who nodded to the grand proclamation with some nostalgic glance at their son.

"Right. Good luck with that."

"Yes!"

I lay my eyes down softly on Welt, who snorted at the encouragement from Master Gray.

He graduated from Epis School, no longer a decade.

Even after welcoming Claire, who has graduated a year late from me and Master Gray as my daughter-in-law, there have been many things in the Majesta, and I have become very accustomed to getting attention from people as [Ice Knife Brave] thanks to her, as well as being able to look at her with anticipation and respect.

There is no more fright at the weight of the holy knife stuck on your hips.

Nevertheless, I will not forget the weight of the proof of the brave.

Welt will one day also know the various responsibilities that the words he has spoken bring and the horrors of them. But I believe that my son will never lose that weight, and it is a presence that watches and supports him so that he can get over it.

Besides, there are a lot of people around Welt as well as me, and we're going to meet a lot. Walk away with the people you meet there and your loved ones and you'll be fine. No matter how difficult it is, we can move on.

- Like I was.

Softly stroking the pattern, I remember the days I spent at Epis School and the wars that inspired me to get this holy knife.

The battle, which involved dragons and numerous races in humans, beasts and elves, could only be ended if a war was waged that could not be prevented but without great damage.

It was a miraculous encounter, but not without the late survival of a fateful overlap.

Elf's elder grandson Ellis, the king's brother Sumba of Fortreis, His Royal Highness Brio, the king's prince of Edelstein, and His Majesty Prata of Handel and the former king Pinez, as well as Lord Muske and Lord Scola, who were war friends of the great priest Sereos and grandfathers of Agricult and Amelia and his wife, and Astra, the son of the dragon king. I would not have been able to accommodate anything as well if I had lacked any one of the heartwarming interactions between the young Amelia lady and the kings of Fatalia, or the fringe with the nations of the Luvs and the Beasts to which Seniors Leo had connected.

It was a mere tour of God.

... It is thanks to them that Master Gray's crowning ceremony has been successfully celebrated and that the people are boiling so much.

Bite this day to see this serene sight that Welt and the others weave, and give thought to their distinct companions.

At that time, the numerous achievements that we all launched will not be told.

But the bond beyond the seeds that sprouted that day on the border is firmly rooted, spread, and thus brightens up the Majesta and this world.

――――――♪

If you look softly at the exotic music you hear, "Wow!," said Welt, gladly rushing to the window and the appearance of Lady Gray and his followers.

If you look out the window as you chase everyone, a black dragon with wide dragon wings was gently dancing through the universe, and on its back, the dragons, elves, dwarves and Arakunes and various races were playing gorgeous music with their instruments in one hand.

"It's Mr. Astra and the others!

"Oh. He said he was happy to celebrate, but the Rhodan Orchestra was with him."

"The people from the Rhodan Orchestra came from across the mountain range, didn't they? You've been there before, haven't you, Master Gray? What was it like? Did you have fun?"

Ask Master Gray, who muttered so much as he watched the Astras boiling the people, as the welts, excited by the unexpected performance of the subpeople, let their eyes shine with this still. With such a smiling look at Welt, Lady Gray narrowed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth to recall something.

"That's right. Meet them five years ago. Just the year you were born."

I close my eyes quietly listening to Lady Gray speaking gently to Welt.

What I then drew behind my eyelids were memories of our journey with many of them struggling to preserve and nurture the connecting edges across races. And it was also a memory of meeting those who had been left behind in a vastly changing world.