As he stepped out of the factory lot and into the cobblestones of the town, Silva sensed that the air had changed.
Disturbing air converges into calm air.
Silva was about to stop running.
(Speaking of that, it was like that at that time .... The day I helped Slow's boy and Charlotte ...)
Only the footsteps running through the puddle with a whirlpool sound.
The moonlight illuminates the end of Silva.
As you climb up the cobblestone hills, you can see a sight of murder in the distance.
The cityscape, prepared by the noblemen to pay for their appearance, was tattered.
"This is a hide. In such a situation, there may be nobles who want to live here in the future."
Realizing that more sights could follow, Silva approached the entrance to a luxury residential area.
I will never move on.
However, the sight I see is contrary to Silva's imagination.
――― No one was sad, covering his face.
"Daris, hello!"
Everyone was looking up at the sky.
No one looks at the collapsed building.
No one dwells on the broken harmony.
"I heard the voice of the Great Spirit of Light!"
"Me too! I heard the voice of the Great Spirit of Light!"
Everyone was looking up at the sky with both hands open.
Silva looked up in the same way and finally noticed.
"What ...!?"
White crystals fall from the sky with the rain.
White crisp crystals fall from the sky.
The white crystals falling all over the area looked like snow.
"this is……"
Reach out and touch the white little one.
It gradually melted on contact with Silva's skin, producing an unexpected effect immediately afterwards.
As if the body is getting tired and the heart is getting warm heat.
Healing power that is hard to describe in words.
Silva knew a similar magic.
"... Water magic, heels? No, much stronger than that ..."
“Heal! Heal everyone!
"Melve the crystals and let the injured drink! This is amazing!"
Everyone is looking up at the sky, protecting Dalis and praying to the Great Spirit of Light.
Silva stopped somehow among those who weeped and grateful for the white crystals.
I don't care about miracles that seem like snow anymore, I have found something more important.
"Ah"
Silva saw himself standing a short distance from the street, beside the rubble debris, probably a small shop, and set as if time had stopped.
It was a stupid boy in a sloppy uniform.
It is hidden in the darkness of the night, and its profile is gently illuminated by the moonlight.
He stared at somewhere while shooting intelligent light on his eyes.
"... I'm finally, Bochan"
Almost five or six years have passed since Silva has left the Duke of Denning.
But he had something convinced.
It was very different from what he had imagined in his memory, but nevertheless Silva could not mistake him.
A wind prodigy created by the Duke of Denning, mixed with black gold hair.
Eyes met.
At that moment, Silva forgot to breathe and stared at him.
Abandoning his disturbing thoughts, Silva kept staring at him alone.
"Hmm? Pia ... yo, Silva"
Silva did not speak.
It was a natural reaction because I did not know how many years.
He felt stunned, looking at Silva's gaze, and it was he who spoke first.
"That, did you cut your hair? It's a lie, a joke, a greeting from Tamo's style.
As if nothing else.
Slow Denning said so easily, just as if he had just met the other day.
The feeling of all senses swirling around Silva's chest.
I had many different feelings, but I didn't know what to start with.
That Silva was finally made.
"Slow Bot ... I have a lot to say ... but I'm too thin. When I last saw it, she was a pig, isn't she?"
It is a figure that is too different from the past.
It's not like Slow Denning in your memory or the Duke of Pigs that you hear in rumors.
A pretty boy with a cheek that shrugs off while wearing a uniform.
"I've dieted quite a bit. Running or dashing."
"... If you have such a diet, Bochan ----"
The following words did not appear.
I saw a girl lying on the rubble behind Slow.
The royal family of Dalis.
Princess (Princess), Carina Little Dalis.
Throw, who noticed Silva's eyes, said:
"Oh, don't worry. I was seriously injured, but I was seriously cured. In the aftermath, it fell to such snow ... but the result is all right."