Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

A bright white veil was about to swallow the Imperial City of Argentina.

According to Her Majesty's explanation, the cloud is approximately 3,000 meters high, but looking up close it was almost a vertical wall, showing an overwhelming presence as if you could not see the tip and reach heaven when you looked up.

"Fog" - the demon that destroys the world, or the product of God.

He said it was one person named 'God' who made it up.

His Majesty the Princess is him - although he is a fanatic (fanatic) who views this world as a play (game) by playing the 'Ethereal God' which is enshrined in the Scriptures and affirms that its entity is merely a human being......

Empress Oriana sighed with concern.

Such a thing is just a word game.

Because you're at the same height, I don't know if you're aware of it, but it doesn't end up being an important point for humans to separate human beings from others, such as their spirituality (mentality).

Just because there is power beyond man, it is a heretic, and the bearer of even more transcendent power is called a “monster”. Humans are powerless against monster opponents who can't even punish them, and only their own will will will be able to control their actions.

In the end, all humans can do is pray. Please do not let disaster befall us, please follow that conscience….

Thus, monsters that harm people are called “demons” and monsters that benefit them are called “gods”. It's just that.

Once again he looked up at the 'Idle Fog' and the Empress Oriana smiled sarcastically.

What floats behind my brain was my friend, the gentle monster - my face at the end of Scarlet Snow when I broke up.

"Not at all... you look like such a lost child, and your resolve seems to be breaking down."

A solitary voice woods the idle hallway of the palace.

With the evacuation of the inhabitants, the maids and squire in the palace also leave for various reasons, and all that remains is as noble as the roots of the spectrum or as audacious as some craftsmen. Speaking of which, although the taste of daily meals remained the same, the cook may still be staying and doing his job.

I looked in the courtyard and the gardener's old man was in his usual attitude, riding on the stepladder and taking care of the garden trees.

I liked the green, and if I tried making the courtyard a playground for her since she was a kid, he always had the impression that he was doing the same job with the same face, but I didn't think he was working the same way in this situation, and I stopped by accident.

You noticed her like that, the old man rested his hands, got off his stepladder, took off his hat, and bowed his respects.

Oriana also left the scene with a gentle thank you.

When I noticed, there was a pale smile on my mouth, not a bitter smile.

Though it was an untold life, thanking the people she had met so far, and those who did not know her name, she proceeded from the outer palace through the courtyard to the palace.

Remembering the illusion that he had come to the idle palace as if he had come to another place, Oriana extended her legs even further and took her to the lair of her father, His Majesty the Emperor.

"I don't want to exchange extras, I want to talk slowly"

I came at the designated time after the message, but there was hardly anything called a shadow in this outhouse either.

With a slight dissatisfaction with the fact that it is the Emperor's chamber but not one of his guards - without putting it on the table - he knocks on a door made of lightly northern snow oaks.

"Emperor, this is Oriana. I just walked over."

"- It's open. Come in, Oriana."

I heard my father's gracious voice over the door, and she was only a little relieved.

Against His Majesty the Emperor, who does not take the stage for this period, even among the people but among the great nobles: "The Emperor has fled from the Empire for so long. By now it will be time to escape the continent and cry to the Union of the Islands" and so on, rootless and leafless flutter flies around.

Though I do not think so, I am certain that Oriana also had a little anxiety because until today she did not have the opportunity to face each other directly.

But hearing my father's voice without a doubt opened the door softly, "Excuse me," as I stroked my chest down.

………

The first thing I felt when I closed the door and raised my face where I was lying down was confusion.

There are no other conspicuous types of ornaments but chairs and executive desks in a room so simple as the Emperor's chamber, and a painted white canvas in the center of the room, which is simply placed on an easel.

Up to this point, it's a familiar room, but my father, the 44th Emperor of the Grawior Empire, Valfang XVI, sitting in a chair and smiling, but other unfamiliar, knightly young men with brilliant armor and capes of blonde hair, and a girl with a wizard-like thin purple piece and cane, were present side by side at the window.

Noticing Oriana's gaze, I return my gaze from them to my father, whom I humbly thank.

"You've come a long way, my sweet princess. Don't stay there, go inside more."

Valfang XI invites his beloved daughter to her private room standing at the entrance and exit while sitting at her desk.

As a matter of course, he resembled his brother, the Dada man, the Archduke of Estrada. And also, Oriana and I have a lot in common. In other words, it was a beautiful man from wherever he looked - it was also a thin line, a transparent beauty similar to glass finishing.

According to Oriana's memory, she's already in the mid-30s, but she still looks like a 20-year-old because she barely hits the sun and is indoors.

"- Oh, they're my acquaintances. I asked for a slightly impossible favor in this case, so I was allowed to be present. Don't worry about it for now."

Seeing my hesitant daughter react, I add very briefly.

Though uninterrupted by the unexplained explanation, Oriana proceeded to walk into the room, unable to keep His Majesty the Emperor waiting for long.

"... excuse me"

My father, the emperor, who usually doesn't put much joy and sorrow on the table, gazed and looked at me as if to check again the appearance of his nearby daughter, laughing uncommonly narrowly.

"- What's wrong?

"No. Consider yourself a fine lady already. When I was a little girl, I wasn't as good as Sasa, but when I saw her like this, she still looked like a queen."

"Is it? Many say I am like a father."

Thorns mix in the tone unknowingly. For Oriana, the real mother was just the woman who had given birth to herself, the other person who felt no love whatsoever (which would be the case all over).

It is a fact that even children can see that he was the granddaughter of his great-uncle, the Regent who originally puppeted his father, and that his marriage to his father was political, not at all (at least from his mother's side), in fact, affection between the couple, etc., then I wish I had penetrated my indifference with it, but this was the character of a lump of dominance and appetite, which never allowed him to have a side room in his father. For this reason, he is Teng himself, who has now caused the troublesome situation that he is the only direct heir to God.

The good contrast was also good compared to the fact that his brother and his wife, Archduke Estrada, who were also only one child, were the result of a fervent romantic marriage.

By the way, the queen has packed her bags and evacuated to her parents' house.

From Oriana's tone, the emperor laughed lonely as he read such a series of emotions.

"There was a queen and there was something cute about her."

"Are you left-handed?"

The emperor smiles at the attitude of his beloved daughter, who says, 'This strength of mind is more like a queen than I am'.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, I turned my gaze and saw that the canvas, which I thought was white, depicted a wall of plain white clouds.

"Is this' Idle Fog '…?

"Oh, I rarely get a chance to see something like this up close... no, I guess since the Lost Century"

Oriana, who listened to her dangerously, looks back at her father emperor as if she had been played.

"Not so surprisingly. I will not be the one who taught you the legacy of the century of loss passed down to the royal family. [M] Then it's natural to come to the same conclusion."

Honestly, his father, His Majesty the Emperor, didn't know the situation correctly, but for that reason, Oriana blinked and gazed at him smiling at him as he optimistically expected to remain in the imperial capital.

"Well, it's not entirely clear if it's a myth reproduction, but apparently the Ethereal God is serious, and if the princess of the sky is without the art of doing it, we can only accept obedience and the transformation of the world"

Now it was time for Oriana to peel her eyes. It seemed as if my father, who thought that appearance and people were just good and lacked practical ability, and that common sense was good... had become another human being.

"... Looking back, it's like you've been dreaming for a long time. My father's predecessor was a harsh man, and he asked me to be thorough with the symbol" Emperor ”, and he did not recognize his personality as a human being. My uncle, the regent if he were to grow up, would see me as a doll, and the Chancellor would only ask for value as a tool."

There was no anger, no sorrow, just a flat voice that mechanically spoke the days of the day of his presence.

"So I responded to that. So I have nothing. The magic apparatus follows the procedure laid down without even thinking about it, and as it turns out, everything in me is worthless. Good and evil, identity, power, human dignity and life are equally equal, including yourself - they're all zero."

…………

It seemed to me like a different creature my father, speaking with a smile.

What I saw from the abyss I accidentally peered into was bottomless nothingness and despair.

Peaceful, human-induced, harmless ordinary people - outrageous. Whoever dies or lives, it's not what the world ends but what it knows, a thorough indifference. That was the essence of the Father Emperor.

"But..."

The soft expression remained unchanged, and the somewhat bewildered sound mixed with its voice.

"That's the only thing I can think of. Honestly, I felt incredible myself, but the thing was a treasure that I couldn't change lovingly, and I couldn't wait to grow every day."

With a face poked in the chest, Oriana gave a silent groan. If I spoke up, I would cry straight out, and I was about to collapse.

"So. As an emperor, I was disqualified as a husband, but I want to protect you as my father at the end of the day, my lovely princess."

Finally, a whimper unbearable from Oriana's mouth and a large tear spilled out of her eyes.

"Oh, don't cry, my love. Only your tears disturb my heart. Please live and connect my life."

The risen emperor gently held her and whispered.

After often holding each other, with eyes still wet in tears, Oriana looks up to her father.

"But we can't make it anymore. It will not be possible to escape from the 'fog' unless it is also used in the Fei Long (Wyburn) from this location."

The scale was too overwhelming and the sense of distance was insane, but the fog was just as close to a critical distance to swallow the royal palace.

"It's okay. That's why they're here."

In those words, I look back at the two people at the window as if I remembered.

"Because they are both“ transcendents (players) "in the words you know, and under his Ethereal God, they are also the ancient knowledge of your well-known Princess of the Rose. As soon as we get out of here, we're supposed to move under you."

A blonde swordsman opens her mouth as she scratches her puffy cheeks toward Oriana, stunned by the fact of the shock that continues to be told.

"Well, I was originally in contact with His Majesty the Emperor at a separate word with Mr. Shadowloon to balance forces within the Empire in parallel with the Prime Minister's faction. I thought it was almost ignored, and at the end of the day, a hell of a request came in…"

Oriana whispered Willow Eyebrows out of vigilance against two of the youths speaking intimately, but standing on the enemy's side.

"Uh, yeah. I'm sure it sounds suspicious, but this time it's really personal, so neither of us will betray your father or Mr. Scarlet Snow. Believe me."

A girl, who seemed to be a wizard, aged 16-17, took over the aftermath in a pleasant tone.

Wouldn't it be nice to believe these two somehow? More importantly, if that is my father's wish.

So instantly judging, Oriana tried to take a step toward them - at that moment, out of nowhere, she heard a cracked man.

- I mean, you can interpret that as betrayal of me, right?

"-! What's this voice!?

"Oh my god!!

The entire outhouse collapsed in one blow at the same time as the two men left the window.