Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Soul Festival Day, Cilentium City

It's Soul Festival Day.

A Soul Festival is a summer festival for the Cliffonams.

It is a day when the things that rightly complete the raw and travel to their world can return to the world only once a year.

Within the Empire comes from the same ancestral sustenance that takes place for each family, but in the lands of Cliffonam and Oran this festival takes place for each tribe and village.

The imperials and others call their ancestors individually in the Setria Inland Sea countries, but in Cliffonam clerics and village chiefs open the gates of their world and of the world.

In the Temple of the Sun, the ritual was about to begin right now.

The cathedral of the Temple of the Sun brings together a large number of Cilentium citizens.

Before that, it is, of course, El Laicia, the Grand Cleric of the Temple of the Sun, who divides the ritual.

A candle made of wood wax prototyped by the maple is lit, and a marble relief elephant of the Sun God floats.

El Laicia struck the floor of the cathedral made of the same marble several times with the staff of the high priest.

Leaving a dry sound at the end with Kohn, the field quiets down.

"As long as there is no encroachment on the will of the dead, the thoughts of the sender, the boundaries between the living and the unborn in the name of the Sun God, it is not linked to the sum of the two. Only at the birth of the Sun God, and at a further birth, will the gates of the underworld not be opened and closed."

In silence, El Laicia chants up to sing the opening poem.

One point runs from the tip of the Great Cleric Staff as its clear beauty enters people's hearts.

The point is complicated parting, drawing on the floor a large, spectacular yet somewhat disastrous black gate before El Laicia, who sets up the clergy wand.

Finally, the point assembled at the top of the gate disappeared, and a gate emerged that blurred black light supposing that Erlacia was in a position to stand.

Ellesia knelt on the floor and gently pushed the part of the door.

"The covenant from ancient times has now opened the gates of the underworld"

A deep, low voice sounds, and the gate painted on the floor leaves Ellesia's hand and slowly opens towards the ground.

Soldiers attached to the guard quickly set up a line and fence around the gate and took steps not to let people in.

"I've never seen such a great gateway to the underworld... so many ancestors will come this way."

Reilken, the guard, crushes as he commands a team of ten men under his command, remembering when the village chief used to run the festival in his hometown.

At best at that time it was large enough for people to get in and out, but the gates of the underworld opened today by the Great Cleric of the Temple of the Sun are enormous that cross to one side of the cathedral floor.

Besides, that voice is probably the god of the underworld.

Though the Great Cleric, I did not know that God in the underworld would respond to the words of those on earth.

Once again, the citizens of Cilentium, who were gathered not only with Railken and the Northern Legion soldiers attached to the guard, were astonished by the magnitude of El Laicia's power.

♪ Theonel's house ♪

"What! Make an Imperial Husband!! I won't admit it. '

"Relax, Dad, he's an imperial, but he feels good, admit it."

Theonel accidentally raised his face in front of the spirit of his father, who exasperated from the beginning.

Mother, what's going on?

'That being said... there's no more village, isn't there?

The mother's spirit said calmly, contrary to the sudden spirit of her father.

"Mother?

"Mother..."

Tioria looks up with the spirit of her stunned father.

Tioria was a breeze somewhat prepared to receive opposition from her parents' spirits, but I guess there is still something hard when opposed to the face.

It was an all-time top-down addition and subtraction, but it was finally relative to the two spirits in that word of the mother's spirit.

"Tioria, what about that one? It's not forced, is it?

"Yes, like each other..."

"Fine, then."

A father's spirit bites at Tioria's words and the spirit of his mother, who says with a satisfying grin when he sees the red face of that time.

"Mother!? He's an Imperial!

'If you're gonna say that, I'm not a Theoneus, am I, Fuzz next door?

"Well, that's the same Oran..."

But he is cut back by his mother's spirit, which weakens the momentum of his father's spirit.

"Same thing, you're gonna sprinkle all the kids about that time you signed me up for marriage, right?

"Mother!?

The spirit of a father who was further pursued.

They were two bodies that had been staring at each other for a while, but at last their father's spirit broke.

"... no, no, okay. If we have feelings for each other, admit it. There's nothing to do."

"Thank you, Dad."

Thank you, Father.

The spirit of the father, who is given thanksgiving words and expressions by his son and daughter and turns that way as illuminated.

The mother's spirit smiled at the sight.

~ Temple of the Sun ~

"My daughter, was it a breath disaster?

"Father..."

"El, it's been a while."

"Even my mother..."

Alford and Alsilea are visiting Ellesia and Alshalea.

Seeing the two people who could never afford it, Ellesia's thoughts replaced certainty.

What I didn't tell you about my father was that I rather didn't want to tie up the future of El Laicia, but it was the late, and my mother didn't resent my father.

Alford deepened his smile to Ellesia's frivolous smile.

"Um, naturally, right? My daughter is married, even if she can't attend the wedding, don't you want to bless her?"

Alcilea was listening to the words with a happy smile.

I haven't been an extra talker for a long time, but I figured out to El Laicia that feeling was in my hands.

There were three of them staring at each other for a while, but Arsilea slowly turns back to her sister, Arshalea.

"Your sister seems to be doing well, above all."

"Well, I think we're almost there."

To my sister, who smiles and answers, Arsilea also smiles back.

"So, where's the kid? Let's give him a blessing, too. Wow!

"Right, I'd like to talk to Elle's husband for once."

Ellesia opens her mouth so that it's a little hard to answer the two words.

"That's... I came here once to say hello to my father and mother... my ancestors took me..."

Ellesia's parents' spirits looked at each other in the words.

'Well, well, do you mind if we have a chance to face each other later...'

"Well... I'm excited to see what kind of person Elle chose."

"He's a very nice man, Mother!

He was Erreisia, who answered with confidence the frightening Alshalea.

- Rooftop of Administration Building -

"You! What is it about abandoning the flourishing Autumn House and becoming an empire official!

"And now he says he's going to abandon the realm of the islands and bury bones in such northern barbarians!?

"Su, excuse me"

"And I didn't expect the Lord to have a Northern daughter-in-law! Maple, what have you done?

"Sorry..."

Two people are seated on the roof: Hal and Maple.

Surrounded by it are the ancestral spirits of the Akiru and Akiru families.

Hal's father and grandfather, Maple's father, were harshly questioning the two.

"It is lamentable to be called to such a remote land if you think it was called out of time, and even to be on the verge of your house being cut off..."

Hot and painful men spirits on a group of islands looking up to heaven and crying for men.

"Brother Hal, I thought my spiritual calling would be calmer..."

Maple asks Hal under the group island name of the Soul Festival with a whisper.

A day similar to the Soul Festival is also found on the islands of the flock, where there is a festival called the "Spirit Call”, but it is certainly a custom to speak soothingly across the ancestral spirit and offering.

But to Maple's words Hal shook his head left and right.

"You've never been outside before, have you? I've been like this since I worked for Imperial City. I won't listen to you when you say you quit the Lord."

"Brother Hal..."

"Bear it, now we have to endure..."

It was Hal who preached the decadent maple, but there appeared the spirit of a middle-aged woman.

"Oh, I was here, Maple, how have you been?

"Ah, auntie..."

"Mother."

Its female spirit, undoubtedly Hull's mother, dressed and faced in a group island style.

"Sunshine has come a long way... but she's well and above all else."

"Maple, please stand up now, the men are ready to go..."

"Grandma Hii"

The other woman who showed up was Hal and Maple's great-grandmother.

You guys are not done talking!

The hot, painful faces of the group islands are packed again when Hal and Maple find themselves standing up and talking to the female spirits within the discussions between the spirits.

Hull's mother says, replacing Hull and Maple, who pulled themselves away.

'Don't you like it anymore, don't you feel like supporting your offspring in their hard work in a far away land?

"An important part of Autumn Rukia's survival!?

"Isn't it good that Yuanyi, the grandson of Yuanyi, says he will inherit"

Hal's mother, who talks to teach against Hal's father, who strips his eyes.

The words are sweet, but my eyes aren't laughing.

"Inherit the source... because he's not solid in the first place..."

The male spirits, who felt unspeakably compelling, became a little weak, pointing their spearheads at the source inheritance, which is the same generation.

'Depressing until hours that it's over! That's right. These two will definitely take the name of the Autumn House from high up in the North Side.'

Now my great-grandmother drank me, and the men and spirits were finally consumed.

'............ ok'

"Much obliged..."

'If that's what you mean... it would be good'

It was Hal's grandfather and father and the men spirits who still didn't seem to say enough, but the maple finally cut the numbness.

"Let's not talk about any more difficult stories. Let's talk about a lot! We don't have much time, do we?

'Well, Maple's right... what's Hal's wife like?

Hal's mother responds.

"Yeah, he's so pretty and nice."

"Well... I'll have to see you once."

"Father..."

Hal says with an indescribable face to his father, who flipped a cursory attitude to the Maple words.

"Don't you dare go to Brother Hal's room, I made you some sweets and tea."

Maple words led the Hulls to move from the roof to Hull's room.

Hal and his parents to stay on the roof for the last time.

"Sunny, I told you a lot, but it's about you, I'm not worried."

"Take good care of Maple later, you'll take care of your wife too, won't you?

"I know, 'cause you don't have to worry"

Hal replied with a smile to the words from his parents.

Administrative Office

Soul Festival Day is a holiday in general, but Sittius still went to work and did his job as usual today.

"Until such a time as this, you can't be serious about your Lord."

"... Though the ancestors of the Sittius family don't want to think they draw the same blood as you"

"Wahaha, that's an impossible story, I'm bleeding like your great-grandfather, you and me, and I can't help it."

A glance at the spirit of his great-grandfather who showed up, Sittius tries to get back to work, but sees that the spirit intends to sit down, so he decides to give up and deal with him.

"Teng himself, who nearly collapsed his clan in a life of bullying and prodigy, corrupts the descendants who rebuilt it?

I said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"You refuse."

Sittius turns down the words of his great-grandfather's spirit without regard.

But my great-grandfather's spirit doesn't give up.

"... I don't know what you're talking about. You're my great-grandson! In the first place, a boss like you and his men are not comfortable, okay... '

"I'm not going to hear your boss theory from you, though?

"Ask because it's good! My boss in the first place...... '

It is the officials who work in the Cilentium administration who hold their fists from behind and drink and watch over the redemption.

"Ancestors, yes, say more."

"Take a vacation. Take a vacation..."

"Take a break... at least take a break"

- Second basement of the administration building -

As usual, Altrius, who had no place for the festival, stood flat in his own cemetery.

A loud noise approached me from the outside, sighing more.

Something wrong?

The place here is the graveyard of Altrius, unknown to the rest of us.

Staring surprisingly at the entrance to the room, it was the spirit of the soldiers of the 21st Legion, who once built and defended this city in the Harmonium period with Altrius, who appeared to fulfill it.

Not the torn armor of that time, but now everyone seems to be dressed in a brilliant military outfit and even flying a burnt legion flag.

It goes without saying, of course, that they are all in pale light and not from this world.

"'' It's been a long time, Legion Leader!

"My lords..."

Spirit of the soldiers who round their eyes and align themselves before the astonishing Altrius, telling them to summon after saluting.

But when he sees the spirits of the soldiers in action, Altrius quickly regains track of everything.

Looks like he passed away safely.

"Thanks to you, before you passed away, you could meet your children."

"It's behind the bill."

"Thank you."

Altrius can also lay down his mouth in the spirit of the soldiers who say thank you verbally.

"What, we have been blessed with a good successor, and say hello to the Border Guardian?

"I'm sorry to say that I couldn't say hello to you because that fold had been lost."

The spirits of the late soldiers speak to Altrius, who nods contentedly at the words of the spirits of the soldiers.

"How about the Legion Leader, is it time?

"I have broken the curse of the great yuan, the last curse has not yet been broken, but the god of the underworld says he will take care of it"

Nothing, it is an invitation from God in the underworld to ascend.

Altrius slowly opened his mouth when he smiled bitterly when he saw the spirits of his former men, who came with sincere eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not dead yet, but in this world... there's still something to be done in this land."

'... Isn't that enough already?

When the spirit of the first soldier to utter the word said, Altrius looked up, with tender eyes, in the direction of the earth.

"Hehe, I have a responsibility and a grief, come on, I don't have time to be ascending, I have dreams with your lords, and now it's about to come true."

"Legion Leader......"

'... you've come all this way to visit me often today, tell God in the underworld to grant me a respite for a while now'

A catacombs with soggy air.

But the soldiers' spirits began to utter words when they let their faces shine

'So what about old stories, etc?

"Give me that glorious defeat now!

"Give me the Legion Leader's defeat record!

'I'm guessing you're still not updating, are you?

More laughing soldiers spirits.

Altrius also replied with a smile to the requests and laughter of the soldiers' spirits.

"Oh, where I wish, I will tell you what this“ hero who couldn't let me do anything "has done!

The whole city of Cilentium is surrounded by strange sights of the dead mixed with the living.

Today is the day when this world and his world meet in an orderly manner.

It is the day of a yearly covenant where the world of man and what was in the world of man exchange only words, a mixture of strange kindness and a little uncut in nostalgia.