Ashes and Kingdoms

Chapter Two

- Blood nonioigasl...

Mojikida. Atoskosi......

Like a bump and a pan that cooks quietly, the bump floats and disappears.

The invisible spoon at the bottom of the darkness slowly stirred, and one dull. A thick, elaborate darkness rises upwards surrounded by bubbles.

Eventually it reached a rift. Cracks that are narrow and small and cannot yet be called very exits. There, darkness pushed itself in. Stretching thinly, twisting, twitching, and walking out.

The moment the whole thing finally went outside, it was frightened by the glare. Look for the shadows that hide you, not threaten you. But it didn't have to be.

I realized immediately that I would not be harmed in any way, and it breathed cheekfully.

- Breath.

Souda, breathing cinnachereva.

Darkness waves slowly. Quiet, regular. Eventually it looked up to the sky. The thin moon is glowing white.

Close your eyes and reach unconsciously. Five fingers, with small round nails.

(About that, the light is beautiful too)

Eventually, it rose in a cautious and inexorable manner. With two legs. Then I took one, two steps, I took it. Darkness swirls around the body, changing into shoes, clothes, hair.

A stubborn foothold turns away forcefully and firmly, pointing straight west.

Besides the moon, there was nothing watching it.

Despite the inherently well-ventilated room, the air seemed to flow constantly now. My father must have built an extra wall he couldn't see, Fernena frowned thinking so. Otherwise this breathlessness cannot be explained.

At the end of her gaze, her husband is squirming. So the Legion Leader is just a man in front of his uncle. Neither the short grey black hair that is said to be like a grumpy wolf, nor the dark grey eyes that my men fear or admire if I don't miss one thing, have any power over my uncle.

"A year, Rufus."

Severely said Old Senato. That's it, Rufus stifles himself even more. Fernena felt bitter when she was shown too obvious a power relationship. Turn away so you don't understand it, and pretend to look out the window into the garden.

(If your grandmother were alive, you wouldn't be able to take that attitude)

Gently, but dignified, he missed his grandmother, who was practically wielding extraction as a female princess, and Fernena nearly wept. My grandfather was an adopted son-in-law, just like Rufus, a serene man. I ignored any ill-willed whispers of the other nobles, knowing that I was the only one in charge of fame, and supported and helped my grandmother.

(You didn't like that, did you, father? That must be why it's cold on Rufus and me. It's ugly.)

But inside, no matter how abusive you are, it's ruin if you put it in your mouth. I just have to shut up and swallow it.

Old Senato, on the other hand, did not notice the anger of his daughter and, on the contrary, stared at Rufus, ignoring him even from the beginning. The only thing in the iron rusty eye is spicy irony and chillness, assuming no shards of warmth against the body.

"After a year, have you not found my grandson? I told you, I'll do everything I can to find you. To this extent is full force? Because of my incompetence, my grandson may be getting cold in some gutter by now, but why would he do that in this hall?"

He was about to say that he could leave immediately, taste the same pain, but Fernena couldn't help but raise her voice.

"That kid is safe!

Marquis Senato gave me a slightly neglected glance and snapped his nose. Fernena repeated, as he ignored it and tried to continue the conversation. with a stronger, calmer voice.

"Father, that child is absolutely alive"

…………

Ha, and took a deep sigh without even hiding it, Senato looked back.

"Based on what? If you have a clue, don't hide it from me."

"The rationale is…"

Fernena bit her lip. Whatever you say, it is visible that you will be ridiculed and imprinted with your nose. Still, we have to convince him somehow. Inhale, kick, and look at your father.

"It's my mother's idea. If anything happens to that girl, there's no way I can tell."

"Ha!

The suggestion was made, Senato mocked and waved so that he could leave the bullshit.

"Then you will find a place, too, with the mother's inquisitiveness. Now tell me, where is my grandson?"

"I don't know that far. But I'm pretty sure that kid's alive. Besides, he has one of my samurai on him. When there was that incident in the Imperial Capital, it must have been because of it that he didn't have to be killed with Master Fedoras. Still somewhere..."

"Stupid, what can you do when you're a samurai. Stay back, we're in the way."

"Come on! You just said earlier that your father is your own grandson, but that child is my son. Mine! It's not your father's!

Finally, Fernena exploded. but the only thing that came back was a cold glance.

"Right. Then look for it yourself. I grew up muddy in this mansion. Well, I don't know what I can do in the outside world, but you can do whatever you want."

This fucking jizz, and a common folk's home, would probably even fly one of the curses. But this is the house of Lord Nakte. Fernena bit her tight lips and grabbed her fist so hard that her bones rose white, but she didn't say it back any more.

Senato showed no emotion in the whispering victory, and turned his eyes back to Rufus as if nothing had happened.

"Rufus, if I leave it to you, it's not clear. In the future, I will search for my grandson. Move your troops south of Costom. You must realize you don't need Dilgius from the north."

"Yes. Apparently you intend to join hands with the Emperor. We have also received a letter offering our cooperation, which would be a pretext for sitting south across the mountains. I've asked the Sarda tribe to interfere."

Rufus answers pale clerically, with a voice that suppresses emotions. Senato merely responded "Hum," without praise or effort. Put your completely white, scarce forehead behind you with one hand and drop your eyes on the desk.

"As long as there are widows of the Tius family in the east, the emperor can't send his favorite generals ripped into two. I don't mind tying hands with a woman, but it's a temporary thing... if only you could give me Varis, that woman would be satisfied too. The throne will belong to my grandson, according to the will of Emperor Fedoras"

At the end of his gaze, a secret book delivered from the east. Senato smiled with disdain at King Nornicom's signature and seal.

The young couple, slightly resigning from our Lord's room, unintentionally sighed. He smiles bitterly at each other, very naturally his wife leans against her husband, who turns his hand on his wife's shoulder. The long Fernena made little difference, alongside the less significant Rufus.

Slowly walking down the hallway, Fernena whispered.

"I miss your grandmother. Year after year, your father got hard and cold... and since Senato was born, he has treated us completely as intruders. I'm sorry, let you feel bad too"

"I'm fine."

Rufus grinned and whispered bitterly, mouthing lightly on Fernena's cheek. He's the Legion Leader, and he says he's 40 years old, but when we're alone, he still says' I ', as he used to do. To its tenderness and sweetness, Fernena tickled and laughed. Rufus also laughed small, gently welcoming her hair with his fingertips.

"My father-in-law is a fine man. Besides, whatever you say, you're the benefactor who let me deal with you. It doesn't matter if you get a little stubborn. It's just... it's hard being blamed for not finding Senato. I can't even look at you."

"It's okay. I can tell she's safe. He must be hiding."

"From the emperor's killer. We need to help him quickly."

Staring at Rufus, who became the father's face leading his son, Fernena opened her mouth thoughtfully after hesitating for a moment.

"... but what if that kid doesn't want it?

"What?

Stops like Rufus did a little. Fernena also stopped her legs and frowned anxiously.

"What if that kid... thought the Emperor didn't want us to find him, of course? Hey, Rufus, that kid is so smart. And he was weak and sweet. If the battle between the Emperor and your father were to stand right in the middle, there would be no need to be scared and run away."

"... it is, indeed"

Rufus did not deny that she was not such a weak person, etc. Because Senato's character, he knew it well, too. I hated every fight, and whenever my parents got into a little argument, I was always trying to grate it.

"But there's no protection in not finding it. Even if I persuade my father-in-law to reconcile me with the emperor, there's no such thing as that child. But I don't really want to agree to a settlement."

"You must have been one of Master Fedoras's men. But..."

"Oh. Of course, I'm not going to force a reluctant senato to come to the throne. There's also the question of who's behind it.... Anyway, I'd like to see Senato safe soon."

Ugh, and to her husband, who gave him a seeping exhale of tiredness, Fernena reached out and gently stroked her ash and black head. Short-cut frightened hair makes me tickle.

"Me too. I hope she's at least willing to tell me where she is from."

"Then I wonder if your samurai will let me know"

Saying it like a prank, Rufus takes his wife's hand and mouths it with a hint of it. It was usually Fernena who laughed and grabbed her hand, but today she didn't, she turned away like she was called by something, and she saw the view outside.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

A crushed voice disappears in the wind. Fernena followed the trajectory with her eyes and looked up at the sky. Wishing my thoughts could be delivered to my son, who is far away and nowhere to be known.