Ashes and Kingdoms

Returning to the village of the Sarda tribe, the blue mist immediately noticed and welcomed me. After that, Aoba also follows me.

Are you all right?

Good, and the blue fog showed relief, but the blue leaves had a mind-boggling attitude.

"What a dragon marquis, it's natural not to get hurt."

He gave me a cold word. Finn doesn't know what it's up to and scratches his head. I was surprised that she would have done something she didn't like, but left the scene in a hurry as I began to see a faint emotional wave faster than I could remember.

Still, I couldn't keep my heart's eyes and ears completely blocked.

You can't do it if you want to.

Bitter, faintly sweet emotions blur Finn's heart. He stepped aside and turned around unexpectedly. But Aoyagi wasn't looking at us anymore, and he was talking to Nellis about something. Finn was in love with it during the bundle, as thin noodles that looked like gaps in silver hair and gentle curved shoulders seemed completely different from the girls he'd ever seen.

"What's wrong, brother?"

When I was lightly poked back at me, Mac looked up at me with a strange face. Finn blinked his eyes, vaguely deceiving "Ah, no". I hope my face hasn't turned red, but I open my mouth when I think of trying to divert the story.

"I was just blurry thinking. The..."

Whatever it was, he suddenly noticed.

"Soon your birthday will be over," he said. Not only me, but I couldn't even celebrate Nellis' birthday. By the time you got to Winnea, didn't you say it was already sixteen?

"Oh, uh... I haven't. We're about February away."

Mac seemed to have eaten on an unexpected topic, but still came right on board.

"Your brother was born in the fall, wasn't he? Yeah, it kind of feels like that."

"I don't know the exact date," Finn responded with a bitter smile. "It seems that the dean decided on an autumn day to make it easier to remember. That's about it."

"Hmm......"

Mac hammered at the depth of his thoughts, but said nothing about Finn's past. Instead, smile and suggest.

"Well, then, let's celebrate Nellis' share. I got the loot, and I'm sure I can pick chestnuts and potatoes and everything in this season. Let's ask Blue Mist. I wish you'd let me out with some preserved molasses or something."

Molasses boiled in maple sap are a precious sweetness to be picked in parts of the north and mountains. It's hard to preserve over the summer in the lowlands, but it might not be the same behind this mountain. Finn lowered his face.

"If there is, ask your aunt to make a chestnut nectar stew. It's delicious, you'd be surprised."

"Yay!

Mac slaps his hand happily when he decides he can molasses out of the blue mist already. Finn looked at it and looked up at the sky thinking that Furnaine would be happy to be there.

(Oria, Farnein...... I wonder what's going on. Nix is safe, would you have sent us both)

Would he be sitting at a warm furnace by now in Oria's kinsman's house? I wish I hadn't wasted time wanting sweets and bothered Oria.

A gentle and patient sister and a little selfish but cute sister, a young man watching over the two. Imagining such a sight, Finn felt warm. At least, they must have a peaceful life at their disposal.

I'm sure what we're doing isn't in vain.

Wherever the situation is rough, even land away from the battlefield is inevitable. Because we cannot be unrelated to the distribution of food and household goods and to the movement of people.

On the contrary, even in limited time and regions, keeping peace - a normal and peaceful life - should always lead to good results.

Believing that, Finn walked with Mac toward Blue Mist.

Small legs flutter unreliably through thin, lonely streets. Stuck, roll, finally sat down on the side of the road, but there was no hand to reach out.

The young girl looked up at the universe blindly, like a shell out as it was. Its eyes were gemstone-like dark green, but not in focus, and its eyes are just vain dark holes.

Farnayne had no idea how this had happened.

As I stopped walking and sat down with my tired legs thrown out, the experience of this past month or so came back one after another, annoying the girl with the vibrancy of being exactly in that vortex right now.

It was sweet Nix, Oria and her mother. All three of them adored Farnayne. I just forgot about Finn and Mac.

The warmth of the hand that caresses my head feels fluffy during the bundle.

But what was waiting for me in the village where peace of mind was supposed to have been promised was an abandoned house that was thoroughly vandalized and took away any joint goods. While we were halfway through what had happened, the desolates gathered early and surrounded the newcomers.

Give me my money back, a shout threatening. Nix's protest, Oria's plea. Eventually fists and sticks called instead of words, and Nix fell after intense interaction.

I couldn't stop being scared and Farnayne was crying so much, but no one helped me. He didn't even get pulled over when he shut up, his arm was grabbed by his sweaty hand and dragged out onto the surface.

- I still can't forget the pain and fear of that time.

Farnayne unconsciously rubbed her arm as she sat on the grass.

In front of me, a nasty laugh of a man with yellow teeth appears. The smelly breath that was thrown up, this guy is different, the word.

Farnayne shook her head violently and tried to get rid of that hallucination. But intensely burned memories do not disappear. Cute or otherwise, there were unlimited praises, but it was the first time I felt so terrified.

"Ugh... Ugh...!

The voices that pushed him to death leak from between his eaten teeth. With his head in his arms, Farnein began to shake his body into small pieces.

I still don't know exactly where they took me after that.

He was pushed into a carriage carrying slaves, kept rocking Gotgoto with no view, and when he was finally put outside, he was behind a badly decorated shop.

Gold coins to be handed to the store owner at his price. The man who sold her whistled. When I realized it, I didn't see Oria. I didn't even remember if he was with me in the carriage.

Only one person, didn't have one, Farnayne was bought out by the store.

Freed from the filthy, rough men, the fear drew, this time the shop seemed paradise. She was bathed, her hair combed, she was dressed in beautiful clothes she had never seen, and she was fed plenty of meals.

"I wasn't enslaved."

A woman with her hair tied gently whispered to Farnayne, who asked in confusion. You're special, sweetheart.

(I was special)

You were absolutely right. Every day after entering the store, Farnayne slept as much as she liked, ate as much as she liked, played, and spent time surrounded by beautiful things such as flowers and gems and perfumes.

A girl of the same age was Farnein's entourage. Whatever you could have said. I couldn't blame him for letting him pick up the ear decorations I dropped in the pond, or for letting him pick up another blanket in the middle of the night.

(I thought that kid was a slave. It's not like me.)

So sometimes when the girl starts to stare at her dissatisfaction, she snapped at her. I used to tell “Odd Man” and make him hit me with a flog.

No one scolded Farnayne. This is paradise, I came to where I was supposed to come, for a moment as much as I seriously believed.

- Not until that day comes.

Furnaine had forgotten Fauna's warning. You're special, a trap lurking in the word.

It had been about half a month since I came to the store, and the day Farnayne's blood and expression had completely improved, the change had come. The “sisters" were kind enough to say that you would entertain the customers as well, and Farnayne felt slight anxiety, but left it to the adults.

The black hair was knotted up and decorated with many pieces of jade with pearls and green cylindrical stones. She gave lipstick, drew eyebrows, gold powder applied to her little nipples, and was clothed for the first time when her makeup was done. Clothes that are so thin and low that they almost look naked.

The sisters praised the softening Farnaynes as if they were spirits. So I settled down once... 'Customer' sucked.

Farnayne trembled and rose. I can't stand the waves of memory that push me any further.

Sweaty, damp hands crawling around your body like a lost lottery. A strangely sweet breath of a guest swelling his nostrils and looking at his face. Pain treated rough for the first time trying to escape and beaten to the point of bleeding after the guest left. And...

Farnayne shook her head, her legs full of blood beans, and walked out again.

The pain in my legs keeps the phantoms of the past away and dulls my senses. But I couldn't get rid of just one. Only that moment reminds me of the feeling of paralysis that still persists, every time the wind blows and I feel cold in my face.

I wanted to cry, but when I distorted my face, my right half was tight. With her trembling fingers, she touched her face how many more times it would be.

You don't have to look in the mirror, it's a bumpy surface.

(You shouldn't!

“Grandma” 's golden cut sticks to the back of her brain. Too desperately trying to escape the cage, Farnayne knocked down the candlestick and stuck it out of her face. A graceful candlestick processed with seashells smashed and stabbed, and the fire burned into clothes and hair.

Fortunately, the wounds on his face were already over, although he was quickly helped. Even the special days of Farnayne.

He was left in the store for a few days with a bandage wrapped around his face. Even more sublime than the accompanying girl I thought was a slave, treating her like a real slave. I can't forget the face of my ex-girlfriend who won.

The useless Farnein was soon decided to be sold elsewhere. Because an ugly face ruins a customer's eyes when it comes to something.

It was a total coincidence that Farnayne was able to escape. The store caught fire. She did not return to the store after evacuating outside to be pushed away by everyone.

Of course, I don't know if that was lucky.

Farnayne already had no idea where she was headed or why or what she was trying to do. When I heard footsteps and the sound of the carriage, my body shrugged in fear, and I lay down in the grass and hid myself. And when it's safe, I walk down the street again.

I don't even want to know where it leads. I just keep walking because there's a path there.

(Wants to disappear)

To places where no one can find you, where even memories can't follow you.

(Gotta run...)

Keep your left and right legs moving unconsciously.

A vain green eye found a forest in the way. I flutter off the street so I can suck it in. It was faster than a small foot walk and it was as if the woods were coming closer.

After the girl disappeared into the shadows of the trees, only the fallen leaves continued to dance in the streets where no one was going.