The embroidery requested by Prince Wang was completed just two weeks after the two of us went out. Sometimes Felix had filed an application for a look in advance, and the appointment went through perfectly, and on a sunny day two weeks after completion, Aurora had visited Felix and the Royal Palace three times.
Last time I visited, just in front of a hot summer platter, the sun said the lighting clouds were gushing and brimming with a brisk life, but today the sky is also completely autumn clouds, and the wind is blowing without force. The woods that spread behind the royal palace were also in the season of grace in front of sleep, showing abundant bustle.
Such, beneath the rich autumn sky. It was under the great tree, in the backyard of the palace where Prince Wang lived, that the two men were passed by the samurai. It is the largest tree in the king's capital, also said to have been inhabited by the Spirit.
"Hey, I've been waiting for you."
He was taking out a table and chairs there, graceful tee times and sprinkling. Behind him, of course, stood the sensibility of an eyeglass knight in his face, and today, next to him, there were two shadows clustered together with robes. One was Alanus Alanus, a deputy researcher at the Tower, who was also present at the other day's glance. The other is someone neither Aurora nor Felix recognize.
The man, one minute shorter in the head than Alanus, was an ageless man. If they say teenagers, they look that way, and if they say they're in their thirties, they don't look that way. Half hidden with a robe, but the facial appearance of a glimmer every time the wind blows is horribly borderline, with golden eyes. It has a slightly unparalleled flair. He draped black, long hair from the left and right of the hood of his robe, with silver ornaments at the end of the room, and a silver star crest glistened on the gold ring, down from the silver chain on his chest. That's all I know is that he's a "tower" person, but furthermore, his crest had some huge, colorless, transparent demonic stone hanging on it.
"Felix, Miss Porta. Let me introduce you. He is Earla Earla, chairman of the 'Tower' research committee. He draws the blood of the Spirit, your year… you are a transcendent man. - Ara, she's Miss Porta. The man next door is her fiancée, Clavis."
When you hear the name, you two are stunned. Ara, the 'Lord of the Tower', who never goes out the door, they say. Different digits in magic and sorcery. Seeing that it is half spirited, beautiful and too neat, it will burn your eyes. He is the magician who draws a line among the magicians of the court, the mysterious being so called.
"I'll see you first, young people. My name is Ara."
Arla, who at her age was cold with Prince Wang, graciously graces Aurora and Felix. Smile at the two of you who rushed back to thank you, and there was an outrageous beauty there that some people were likely to graduate from.
(.................. I didn't know I was going to see you here for the beauty that surpasses Master Felix. But when we get this far, it's really outrageous... That's the spiritual descendant. I wonder how beautiful the Spirit would be if he were such a beauty in descendants)
It doesn't matter if they're too pretty. Arla chuckles at Aurora with a distant eye, glad she was used to beauty shapes.
"You're a pretty daring lady. Many of you will faint when you look at me."
"Because Ara's face is on a level that makes you think, 'I saw something you shouldn't have seen.'"
"I am the one with strong human blood."
(Now?!
Surprisingly, I looked up to Felix unexpectedly, and he looked at this one suddenly too.
"For there is already almost a God called the Spirit. There's still such a theory in the old story as' I saw God and my eyes crushed 'and' I'm dazzled and I can't see my face ', but I'm sure this met the' Spirit ', not God. I've seen him a couple of times, but it feels like he even has that kind of talk. … well, everyone sit down"
To the decree of Prince Wang, the faces, except the sentience of the escort, bow down. When the samurai, who approached without sound, prepared tea and tea confectionery and walked away, beneath the great tree became a quiet space, the sound of the leaf rubbing of the trees and the sounds of the birds, the sounds of the tea utensils only.
Are you sure you want to sound proofing today?
"Oh, I got Alanus to strain the soundproofing junction. Avoiding people would be perfect with Ara, and it would be better if you were outside than inside, because there's nowhere to lurk."
Responding to Felix with a serene voice, Prince Wang corrects his residence and turns back to Aurora.
"Well, let me show you"
Aurora nods and removes the cloth from the cage at all times. Because this is the third time, today it was put back into her hands immediately after censorship and carried herself so far.
What spread was an almost square cloth, with an edge about the length of one arm of Felix. Dense hemp production fabric, sewn in beautiful scarlet dyed cotton yarn with red flower dye. On all sides, there is a room that seems to have been made of the same yarn.
The men breathed as they retreated the tea tools and Aurora spread the cloth in the center of the open table.
"Wow, this is... well, so much"
"Oh my... I didn't know it would be reproduced so precisely"
"That's wonderful"
On a white cloth, ancient letters draw circles. Scattered everywhere are old spell texts, mourning those who leave, praying for peace and tranquillity on the earth of their souls, and happiness in the afterlife. The chosen scarlet represents life, the colour of fire, the colour of blood. One needle, one needle carefully, sewn with force, was well understood by the magician's eyes. It asserts its existence with power.
A spell, which sounds bad, but is not a technique for cursing, but before it was established as a magic, a divination technique that was being established one foot ahead of the other, or a designation that was called to distinguish it from 'magic', which is not lineage from magic, is' spell '. Now completely obsolete because of the establishment of a technique capable of activating witchcraft as long as it had magic power, the spell was a more deeply involved technique in a human life than witchcraft.
Therefore, the walls and ancient documents of the ruins are engraved with many spell-like texts. The original drawings Aurora took were also from a time when they started to be called spells, though not serious.
"I helped my brother, who is familiar with history, to decipher old letters"
"My brother, Lord Luminox of the Porta family."
"Do you know?
"As one of His Highness swung around when he was a student,"
"Even in college, Luminox studied national history. I was just getting a little help with my magic and magic history research.... So?
Aurora continued her words as she stroked the cloth.
"Because thanks to my brother, I have a general idea of which ruins it is. On the advice of my brother, I used cloths and yarns of materials that I believe also existed in those days. The yarn is also dyed with red flower dye, not magically dyed, but often out of the ruins of the day."
"Oh, that's just great. If he wasn't a man, he'd have grown up as a scholar."
"My brother hasn't given up. But in my brother's case, I think it's more a matter of weakness than position. … Then I asked my brother to read the ancient letters in the embroidery and decided in the ruins that it was probably the cloth that accompanied the deceased's artifacts"
"Yeah, right, around. The cloth on which this drawing was based wore a sword and dagger that appeared to be the relic of the deceased. … this drawing is among the researchers of" Tower ", and it will be the text of" Condolences ". It would have been the wish of the bereaved family to live in peace in the post-mortem world,"
Ara says, Aranus nods.
With so much knowledge, it was impossible to reproduce what the plot was, because there were few people in modern times who existed among themselves as women who could apply less magic, called 'primitive witches', who were said to have been in so many times. In the kingdom of Wellbum, which is opposed to other nations in its position of magic and academic kingdom, daughters with a high amount of magic go for witches, and even to the extent that they cannot be witches, they often train to maximize their magic and become magicians. Daughters who don't even get there often give up their path to becoming magicians and witches and move on to other paths, so they end their lives without awakening.
"Sorcerers", who cannot develop magic without consciousness, are not suited to the technique of reproducing these texts as they once were. Consciously, the magic power must be adjusted for each needle, so a lot of effort is required for the amount of magic needed, and if it is a small product, what can be managed is also remarkable mental depletion when it becomes a masterpiece.
Then let the witch reproduce it, but the witch is the people who treat magic like they breathe. Perhaps if such a drawing were applied as an embroidery, it would become a formidable formation and would be nowhere near as good as it gets. In some cases, magic will be activated before completion.
There are very few people who can use spells. There are no ordinary people who try to acquire technology that is so obsolete that they cannot stand without so much. Because if you don't earn a dime, you'll starve. Then when it comes to loose nobility, most daughters who are neither magicians nor witches choose the path of becoming brides.
Growing up, I guess there are people who can have the same power, but like Aurora, her daughter, who, without the guidance of her surroundings, is letting her power blossom like the people of the time, was Hitch.
"... Alanus told me, it's really great. It was more than I imagined. Is it so that you can sleep in peace, the power of protection is full of serenity? I'm sure, at the time, when the deceased was buried, that cloth had this kind of power in it. I wouldn't know if I hadn't tried it, but the sword wrapped in this cloth would have been longer than the world would have thought and kept it cloudless."
Ara raises an exclamation. Just like Aranus one day, watch, touch, flip, touch with your hands and close your eyes. As my surroundings are breathtaking and silent, I continue to test one person.
And I said.
"Miss Porta, you may have less magic. But I'm the owner of a rare force. What do you say, don't you want to go into the Tower?"