Wrapped in air bubbles again, proceed through the sea in Quadriga.
Now it's a very quiet sea, so much so that a small fish can be hidden between all the loose ends and the coral.
As the occasional fish greets Lady Rosmarius, when he comes closer, Lady Rosmarius waves back at it.
In time the landscape changed and large fragments of trees began to roll down the gobble and underwater.
As I round my eyes, Master Rosmarius laughs at Nihil.
"Oh, it's a wreck. It's been a long time since I've sunk."
"Shipwreck..."
"Like katsuku!?
No, it's a merchant's ship.
Oh, pirates are the romance of the sea, aren't they?
The drifting pieces of wood were stunned with algae and fuzzy bumps, as the saying goes much after sinking.
White dolphins approach in groups, soaking up gaps in the wooden planks that, if you look around, seem to have been the walls of the cabin.
Hanging a bag of leather in its protruding mouth, just the number of our heads.
When Master Rosmarius waved it, he put only his head in the bubble and gave it to us.
He said it was a souvenir.
"Heh? That's all you've welcomed!
"Fine, take it because it's a feeling."
I wonder if it's a good idea, but when I thank you, Master Rosmarius nods quietly.
The scenery keeps changing, getting a little darker around, and something like a giant white horn flickers.
Looking closely, you noticed something, Leggles, but pulled the hem of Tuntun and my clothes.
"Not at all. I think I've seen it somewhere."
"Hmm, I thought so too"
"Oh, me too. Especially if it's like a cylinder, but it's got a lizard on it... I wonder where it was."
I almost seem to remember something, but I'm not coming out with a hook in my throat.
Even the fish bone looks like it stabbed me and I don't feel good...... and I thought something flashed, Mr. Utsunomiya said, "Oh!" He raised his voice.
"It's a fish bone! It's like that projecting cylinder, it's the spine of a fish!
If you take a serious look at the white horns and cylinders on that word, it's really boney.
"What is a fish bone, oh so shaped," Miss Nefer muttered, shocked in some ways, but I guess the bottom of the sea where the bones roll is also a pretty shocking sight.
As I stared, Master Rosmarius told me that those were whale and sea dragon bones.
Running through a place like that suddenly brightens the area.
Arrow tips, which became as bright as midday, through narrow trenches, now went out into a wide open place.
There were many pillars built there that were the same as those used for the temple that was on land.
When Quadriga stops in front of a splendid pillar, Master Rosmarius descends in front of the pillar.
"Breath disaster."
With a merciful voice, Master Rosmarius asks even though no one is there.
Then the mountain of emeralds, which was visible beyond the pillar, shifted.
And a head similar to a big big snake, but with horns and mustaches, emerges from the mountains, with a gobble and a sound close to the cat rattling its throat.
"This is Tiamato, an ancient dragon living in the sea. He's guarding my grave here."
"Tomb guard"
If you looked around at the words, the wooden piles and stone columns with the flowers were disturbed.
Flower wheels and seashells are provided for everything from small to large, especially small ones.
"Big is for adults, small is for children. The mermaids are asleep."
In a pompous and overflowing word, the ancient dragon of the sea leans his head against Master Rosmarius, as he labors.
The mermaids living in the sea and the dragon tribe on land were heard to be the daughter-in-law of Lady Rosmarius.
As a family, the clan says they all have the protection of the Sea God.
You know, I'm a god.
"Yes."
"God created a food chain mechanism. So don't hold it back."
Everybody snorts.
If you don't eat it, humans aren't the only ones who die, and so are animals.
If I'm going to disturb you by making that mechanism, I'll tell you why I made that mechanism.
So when it comes to God, I can't help you there. That would be the case.
"But the mermaids are my kids... they'll be grandchildren or something, to be exact. It's my family."
Small graves belong to children, big ones to adult graves.
Everything here is the grave of Lady Rosmarius's children.
"That Kraken you guys defeated is a smart guy. When you're after mermaids, you're always after as many chickens as you are."
According to Lady Rosmarius's story, at first a little boy as small as Leggles was sacrificed, then a brother as good as me and playing sacrificed, plus that sister didn't come home to try to avenge the two of us.
When we discussed his Kraken on land, Lady Rosmarius thought for a moment that the deceased children had returned and taken their revenge.
"Thank you. Thanks to your avenging me, Nereis and I resent the species Kraken, and we don't have to destroy it at the end of our hatred."
"Oh no... we were caught occasionally by Miss Nefer"
"Oh. Exotic boy, you've made me feel scared, too. I could have helped you then, but if they had, they would have picked up that Kraken to help you, and left you alone. Forgive me."
To the confession of shock, she was Miss Nefer, who opened her mouth for a moment, but shook her head with a boom.
"Oh, at that time, they immediately showed up because you were there to help them if they couldn't, right? Besides, I think I know how you feel..."
"What if," says Miss Nefel.
If the crabs were eating and killing you, I'm sure you'll try to kill them all.
Is that not to say the same but close to the feelings of Master Rosmarius who hates Kraken?
Lady Rosmarius grinned bitterly when she heard that.
"I made Kraken, no, not just Kraken, so that he could live longer by eating other creatures. Yet I hate Kraken for having eaten and killed my own little one, so I acted like one. That's not who I am."
Miss Nefel leans down when she is stroked with her pompous head.
Man has sorrow of man, and God has sorrow of God.
In that way, even if we cannot fully understand it, we can lean on grief.
When I stacked my hands in front of my chest to pray, both Leggles and Utsunomiya held hands together as well.
When Miss Nefer also joins hands, she prays silently with no one.
And, Master Rosmarius put his hand on my shoulder.
"I appreciate you praying, but sing him something. My little ones love to sing and hear songs and play instruments."
"Yes."
Condolences to the dead, that is, comfort to the living.
The bequeathed side lives following the shadow of someone who has passed away.
When I breathed softly, I became aware of the magic nerves and put the first sound on my voice.
The theme of an animated film in which a girl strayed into the world of the gods nourishes the power to live and reclaims her stolen name and parents while being helped by a mysterious boy and the people around her.
It is a song that softens the wonders of living and the wonders of death that lie ahead, to a serene tune.
The song ends slowly.
"Thank you."
Mr. Rosmarius' eyes were slightly red when he said so.