Ashes and Kingdoms

"Isn't it good that Elesia doesn't return to the east?"

In a square where only the dragon marquis and the sorcerer remained, Finn reluctantly inquired. Elecia ironically raises a single eyebrow.

"Is that why you don't have to go home? There will be many people in the north who ask for the Tenryu Marquis."

"Nanais can do it on his own, even without me. Now that the threat of the Dark Beast is almost gone, there are very rare occasions when dragon power is needed"

"Then I will return the same words. I haven't had a problem in three years, not that I'm the only one who deserves King Nornicom."

Finn swallowed up, however, to Elecia, who gave an incredibly unobsessed answer.

Of course she knows. Nornicom was safe for three years, because General Glaus ruled, and his country still had the power to support it, too.

If we screw this up now, there is no guarantee that any of us will be safe, even if we don't like Dragon Marquis. But if you succeed, the hunger will soon be unleashed. After all, whatever your mood or situation, there is one path to choose from.

With or without Dragon Hou, people will manage to survive quite a bit. It is the Dragon Hou himself who should fear failure.

Finn realized he was projecting his anxiety at his opponent, and he kept saying more than that to his chest.

(If you fail, don't even think about it. It's okay, there's blue fog, Master Utier, and Lena. Do it right and go home to everyone)

The image of my parents, who sent me away reliably, floats on my lid, asking me to leave Nanais to myself. And the faces of Mac and Nellis, who would be yawning in Ordos. Plast, who has been on the same path for me for four years now, and Valt, who has worked with me beyond certainty. more people in the city in the course of three years. Because I want to go back into it again, because this time I want to live in peace.

(That's why I'm going)

Calming the disaster is not an end in itself. To calm down, to be free from that threat, and to return to Nanais.

Take a slow, deep breath to calm your mind.

As I waited for it, Utier spoke quietly.

"Well, shall we get it?"

Without feeling or nervousness, she called the Dragon Horsemen together. On a cleared flat rock, now a dry moss is laid. The four lay there, each touching his neighbor lightly with his hands and arms. To make sure we don't lose sight of each other.

"Leave it to the dragons to begin with"

Finn closed his eyes as he listened to Utier's instructions.

At the same time, I felt the presence of Lena intensify. Through the bond, I can see that my consciousness is drawn to the 'other side'. The human consciousness, which remained muddled, feared, confused and resisted the matter.

Like a tangled thread, the dragon's consciousness encloses it. In the superficial layer of Finn's consciousness, Lena's consciousness then enters and merges slightly to create a serious layer of both.

Gradually becoming accustomed to the condition, Finn shared the consciousness of both dragons and humans without realizing it. As a vague being, not a man named Phineas, not a dragon named Diaerfalena, he was passing through a membrane that separated the earth from the heavenly realm without difficulty.

There was no 'object' for ordinary humans to think of. A strange place that I experienced on my wedding night, neither the sea nor the sky - but in it, there is a surprisingly wide variety of beings. The little spirits, the faint forces that don't even have the will, a group of dragons in the distance form a swirl of immense power.

Everything was nearby and far away. If you don't set your mind, you're just going to drift away and blend into something else.

And I felt like I was pulling my sleeve, and Finn turned to you. The consciousness of the three dragon marquises exists protected by each dragon.

Phineas, Elecia.

Utier's voice brought back consciousness as a human being.

Protect the dragon.

It was a short word, but Finn understood and wrapped Lena's spirit in his back. Melting layers on the table, human consciousness within them, dragons on the innermost side.

At the same time, the power of darkness has spread greatly to cover it. Lena's light diminishes, and Genshas' flames weaken by her side. Utier's signs have permeated so as to cushion the two forces that conflict with the darkness.

There was no sense that he had moved, but when Finn realized, he was in front of a mesh of mighty power.

Now it doesn't look like covering the royal capital, it looks like it's blocking a dark hole at the bottom. There was no such thing as a nearby presence. Fear, famine and nothingness reign, barren wasteland.

Darkness reaches out and touches the mesh.

Shining yarn shivered, slightly widening the gap. Darkness enters there, little by little, moving inward over time.

Finn was wonderfully calm. I know that's a dangerous place to be afraid of, but the will to avoid it, to escape doesn't work. I'm not going to be eaten by a vain hunger, but I'm not even willing to dare to do anything about it, a feeling of acceptance and giving up.

(Does this mean this is Narug's power)

Finn thought blurredly and slightly so as not to disturb the blue mist. There is no fear or anger if you acknowledge as you are or as you are about others or the environment.

And such a flat consciousness is reflected in the same way that it has already swallowed itself for "hunger”. Four sets of dragons and dragon horses had become a quiet point of nothingness, left behind in the midst of a desolate famine.

But just doing so doesn't change anything. Sooner or later, they find out, and they swallow it.

Utier and the dragon moved secretly.

The surrounding time becomes heavy. Finn's consciousness perceived ourselves moving to the center of hunger. There is also one remnant of consciousness.

I was there, who was it?

The moment, the human consciousness turned around and noticed them. I opened my eyes and mouth, and there was a giant face that I could no longer think of as a person.

... the light, the eyelids.

Blink, face down. From the White Jade Hall, which shines with reflection, one man, holding something that seems important, comes over here in a moment.

"Father?"

Suspiciously behaved like a thief, the child asks with his neck tilted. And the man ran into the shade of a tree with children, with a seemingly weak grin of people.

"Ha, uh, no, no, good, I could take it out. Senato, you said yesterday you wanted to see it."

Even in the words of lack of explanation, the child can tell that that is the story of the dragon marquis he heard last night. There should be a legendary weapon left at the gates of Austra, the ancestor of Naena's dragon marquis... so I took it lightly. We don't have any treasures either, let me see.

"Did you find it!?

Excited, the child embarks on himself. As his father grinned, he loosened his arms and gave him a peek at what he had held dearly. Things twisted in cloth, elongated.

"Wow......! That's a sword!

Don't tell your mother.

Shh, and the father puts his finger up.

"I flipped over the storage room and I finally found it. You'll be pissed off if you don't clean up later. But, you see, there was also a sign of the right family in this hall."

Laughing, his father softly lays his sword on the lawn. The sheath was apparently rebuilt several times, often in plain leather, and had already been melted. But I don't know what the pattern is made of. A strange pattern is engraved, as if it were inviting,

"Wow, you look great!

Attracted but still, reach out.

At that moment when my little fingertips were about to touch me,

"Stop!!

When the lightning struck, the scolding caught my ear. The sword snatches away at the gap where my hands jump. Looking up, a haunted shaped woman was holding her sword tight.

- Terrible.

"Oh,"

I'm sorry, a word of, blurred and grabbed my throat. I don't see it in my eyes, such as the appearance of a bad looking father. The only thing a child sees is a mother soaring full of vision.

He couldn't even look at the child, and his mother re-wrapped his sword in a cloth neatly and multiply. Then he shoots his father through with an angry gaze, and then looks down at this one.

- Oh, it's my turn, I'm pissed.

"You wouldn't have touched it."

"I'm sorry..."

"You haven't touched me!?

"Yes."

To the shrunken child, the mother poured a harsh knot, and then...

"Ha..."

Deep, deep sigh.

- Oh, my mother hated me again. I knew you hated me...

(not so)

Another voice whispered.

The child looks up, eyes wet in tears, and sees her mother again.

Looks like a ghost, a harsh face that I thought was a sign of anger and disappointment turned this way and loosened up a little. Relief and slight apprehension, anxiety and fear are seeping into your eyes.

The child caught his eye in surprise. Because I found my mother, who was scared and big, frightened, just like me. A hand with a sword firmly in its arms, trembling.

('Cause that's dangerous stuff)

- Mother, did you think I'd get hurt...?

Then why didn't you be nicer to me?

(He was a clumsy guy)

But even though I'm an adult.

(lonely?)

...... yeah.

(I like my mother)

........................ yeah.

I'm scared, but I like it,... it was, really...