Step into the north garden, guided by Brother Bertrand.
Of course, as Brother Bertrand said, the blue skies visible from the garden and the pink and yellow flowers blooming on one side are beautiful, but what catches my eye is the glass dome just in the center of the garden.
Apparently there are trees growing in there that I can even see, but I don't know exactly what that detail is.
"Is this the first time you've seen this flower?
That said, Brother Bertrand handfolds the pink and yellow flowers at his feet one at a time.
The shape of the flower is very similar to that of an orange infarct.
But the stem height is the height from a person's ankle to the height of a calf.
Of course I've only visited the east and south gardens, and I'm not supposed to know the name of those flowers, shaking my neck from left to right.
"It's a flower named Thioege. This warm shade cannot be seen in Sueyville.
As it were, Brother Beltrand gave me the flower.
"Are you home?
"Hold it.
With that said, his brother moves on to the glass dome.
"His Royal Highness Bertrand. Your Highness Rymond. I will be waiting for you here.
Master Curilos bows his head when he says so in front of the glass dome.
"No, Currillos. You go inside, too. It's never irrelevant.
And somehow Master Currillos and Brother Beltrand are talking, but I was once again blinded by the glass dome I saw nearby.
Its dome, made of thick glass, is obscured and coloured with white and blue.
When I gently laid my hands on the glass, I could feel the cold air even slightly away.
"Stuff."
I leaked a pompous word about the cold coming from my hand that touched the glass.
"Your Highness Rymond has never been cold before.
Master Currillos, who had spoken to Brother Belland until earlier, picked up my words and said so.
"Samurai?"
I've certainly never felt too cold this way when I was born.
Apparently there are few seasonal climatic changes in this world, as in Japan.
Instead, what we call magic seems to be influencing the management of the world.
Warm countries are much warmer, and cold countries remain much colder.
The boundaries of the climate are beautifully divided in the compartment.
For example, just next to a very hot desert country is a wetland zone, or just next to a warm climate is an extremely cold land that freezes to the core of your body.
As if it were a visible border, its borders are divided by a thin veil of magic.
If you exceed one magic veil, the outside temperatures that have been there more than forty degrees can shake off to the negative.
I've only heard about Maria and Master Currillos, but I'd like to see a moment one day go beyond that magical veil with my own eyes.
And this kingdom of Centro has a mild climate all year round in a country that doesn't rain all year round.
Not hot or cold.
So I've never felt uncomfortable about the temperature here in my life.
"It's the best feeling I have than to ask. We're going in.
That being said, unlike other parts of the wall, Brother Bertrand approaches the wall where he paints an arch with a pattern like a golden ox.
But the glass walls are just painted with golden twigs, and there's no sign that it's going to open like a door.
Brother Bertrand reaches for the painted wall of that arch as he pinches his neck about how to get in.
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I guess I had no choice but to crush it that way.
Because Brother Beltrand's extended hand, unlike mine earlier, penetrated the dome intact without being inhibited by a glass wall.
Open your mouth pompously, but your eyes will be sparkling. My hand will be held by Master Curilos.
Of course he crouched down to gaze at me.
"His Highness Rymond. It cools a little inside. I have fur. So if you're touching me, I think it's a little warm. May I hold you up?
"Great! Rather, please!
"Yeah. Now, if you'll excuse me.
For the record, only guards who guard the Royal Palace wear plate armor, so Master Curilos, who has barely contracted only my personal security and swordsmanship guidelines since the day we first met, usually wears military uniforms.
You were wearing plate armor when you first met me in the first place, because you still happened to be sick and didn't have enough guards.
Master Curilos, who does say he is twenty-nine this year, came to the kingdom of Centro at twenty-three years old, and at twenty-five years old he was already head of the Knights' regiment, and furthermore, from the following year, he put up a guiding role in teaching swordsmanship to the royal family.
Back to that, of course, the fact that I usually wear military uniforms means that I still wear them.
Master Curilos, who took off his jacket of military uniforms made of black fabric, wrapped me in that uniform and held me.
As it was, Master Currillos' usually hidden cheeks against the chest of his white shirt held me tight to protect him.
Hi. cool.