Magic Gems Gourmet

When I woke up, Ain was in a room at Demon King Castle.

My arm remains extended to Lyle and my hand is reaching toward the ceiling on the bed. My eyes dazzled for a moment at the cedar sunset entering from outside the window.

"Are we still in the middle of a battle?

When I get up, this is certainly the Castle of the Demon King.

The difference is that it's a lot quieter than in the past.

Unexpectedly, a bad feeling looses behind Ain's brain. Perhaps this chronological order was just before I fought Archet.

I couldn't stand still when I thought about it.

Ain't got off the bed in momentum, he pops out of the room without confirming anything. Apparently, the room I slept in is like a guest room.

Out in the hallway, Ain, who rushed out in momentum, headed between the thrones.

Running footsteps echo through the unnaturally tranquil castle of the Demon King.

Then.

"Oh."

and meet Sylvia.

Ain in panic stops in front of her and opens her mouth as she breathes.

… At this time Ain't realized his height higher than Sylvia's, and he spoke of the unique noun he was used to calling earlier.

"Good. You woke up, Ainku-"

"Mother, why am I in the guest room?"

"Huh -!?"

"Is something wrong?!? Could something happen to your sister? - Mother?

Sylvia, who seemed distracted at first, suddenly embraced Ain. Strong, he gripped his clothes all the way. When she buries her face in Ain's chest and leaks a whimper, she whines "I'm sorry" small and over and over.

I don't know why, but I'm left confused.

Eventually, Sylvia suddenly runs away.

Ein could only stare at her back so much.

"... ah"

Looking out of hand, I realize I don't have a sword that should be on my hips.

Ain went his way and went for his room.

Up a number of stairs, continue down the hallway.

Eventually I look ahead I arrive and relieve myself that there was a familiar view.

When I gently breathed and put my hand on the door, I checked what was going on inside.

All right, it's the same here as always.

Stepping right in, he reflected the black sword Ishtal placed on the bed in his sight.

"I need to keep it for now"

You can fight without a weapon, but you better.

When I breathed where I could carry it on my hips.

"That's noisy."

Cain, who kept his back on the door, called out.

"Father... uh, the castle is too quiet"

"... oh, I guess so. Times are times."

Then Cain walks into the room and stands in front of the window.

"Hey, Marl."

"What is it?

"Why don't you meet Archet while he's watching?"

"Oh, yeah! I was looking for my sister!

Then come on.

Ain rushed out of the room in a big hurry and ran out of momentum.

In the room.

Still nestled at the window, Cain looks at the castle town that stretches beneath his eyes and gives thought to the bustle of the past.

Unlike Sylvia, she never wept, but instead she leaked her apology.

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The path taken between the sights was engulfed in tranquility for a time.

The sheer color that plugs through the lined windows gives the illusion that the pitch-black carpet is wet with blood.

Not even one of them looks like a warrior, and it shouldn't seem like a different world where Archet the Demon King waits.

Would it have been even more spooky if I had played a hymn?

…………

Ein stood at the door between the sights.

Shh... and take a deep breath and reach out.

- - Unlike the heavy looks, the door opened lightly.

There he is.

That's where my sister and I admire Archet.

He kept his body properly on the large throne and slept with his head on his elbow.

Ain goes on over the carpet laid in the center. From left to right, the same cedar color is poured in squares in the shape of windows.

One, two steps.

No matter how many steps you take, there's no sign that Archet will wake up.

Then Ain never called her in willingly.

"Sister."

And, as usual, I called him.

Then Archet's brow moves and his head is slowly lifted. Rubbing his eyes in dissatisfaction. "Huh..." he sighed, glowing his eyes like a jewel reflecting light.

"I was feeling good asleep. - Huh!

The sky outside the window turned purple as the pressure of the pores seemed to reverse covered the perimeter.

Archet is leaving the throne in the blinking moment and shows himself in front of Ain.

"Huh...?

Seeing this sight and what she looked like, Ain was devastated by a sudden headache.

And unwittingly close your eyes. As I was doing this, there was footage streaming behind my eyelids.

When you look at your own hand, it's scratchy, your fingers are missing a bunch and you're full of creativity. The Archet in front of me is wrapped in red and black magic, and looking into my eyes is going to give up what my head thinks.

But at the next moment, Ain unleashed a silver magic that forced Archet to kneel.

Continue and slowly advance your legs and apologize with a glimmer of tears on your cheeks.

Eventually, he shook the sword up against her chest.

In front of Ain, who is baffled by the footage, Archet says, "Huh?" and stopped.

"What's wrong...? Are you okay?"

"- That, my sister is safe... then what's that?"

"Huh... what did I just say"

That's why my sister's safe.

I wonder how Ain appeared in Archet's eyes.

She reached over and grabbed Ain's clothes hard. Press your face against your chest. Sweet as a dog or cat.

"I felt comfortable sleeping. So it's like I was still in the middle of a dream."

With that said, Archet repents driven by accumulated self-blame.

"It's the first time I've ever dreamed of seeing Marl here"

"Dream, is it?

"Yes, dreams. When I was a demon stone, when I saw you coming to the castle, I thought it was someone else's aerial resemblance. But I thought it was him because he had a brother and a sister.... I've had a lot of dreams, but this is the first time I've been able to meet Marl here again"

"... that"

Which one of you thinks you're dreaming?

The answer is both.

Ein believed that during the battle at Ein, it was happening in a dreamy world, and Arche was Archet and believed that this was in a sweet dream.

"Above all, I had to apologize, but I refused Marr"

She followed and repeated her apology like a rumor, finally realizing.

To the fact that the sword on Ein's hips was not what he had seen in the past.

I couldn't easily convince myself of this fact and watched.

"Why not?"

Then Ain heard the word and then lost consciousness after losing his headache.

Archet, who immediately supported his body.

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Squirting, looking at Ain's face supported.

I never spoke to you until today, but what Ain looks like now is very similar to what Marc looked like the last time I saw him.

To her confused, two people, Cain and Sylvia, take their feet.

"Archet."

"Brother, what's going on here?"

Cain shook his head sideways and Sylvia imitated it as well.

"Hey, Sylvia. Marl must have collapsed in that castle over there."

"Yeah, yeah... the symptoms are unknown and have no effect on your strength or magic. But he didn't wake up all the time, so Warren came after me."

"And it's been weeks since the coma today," he said. I woke up, and now I think it's happening. "

"Impact of regaining the power of the brave..."

As they approached beneath Ain thus, Cain held up the sleeping Ain.

"The question here is whether to call it Marl or not. If you take it from us, it's Marl and Ein."

"The Demon Stone belongs to you, Marr. But... I'm sorry"

That's right. Sylvia got lost in judgment, too.

I guess I couldn't make an ethical and emotional quick decision.

But Archet isn't.

"If I'm the only place we are, I'll call you Marr"

She said it out strongly.

"That's why I only called you" you "or something until today. Must be Marl to me."

She snorts roughly but the two laugh bitterly.

"For me too, it feels like it's Marl."

"But now I have a name and an individual named Ain..."

Sylvia, who had just gotten wolfed, could now afford to think calmly.

If this was the first time we had reunited now, even she would have stuck to calling me Marr. But nearly a decade has already passed.

I don't know that emotion, joy, and love as a family will stay.

I was frustrated by so-called complex emotions.

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The next time Ain woke up was at night.

Are you awake?

and Cain sitting beside the bed opens his mouth.

Ain now calmly opens his mouth thinking about what happened before he lost his mind.

"What time is Ishtarika here?

"Ishtarika where a boy named Ain lives."

"... I see"

Wake your torso up on the bed and they'll notice it's Marc's room this time.

"We have a lot to talk about. But first, I have to tell you why you're here."

It's the same thing Cain and Sylvia were saying earlier.

Why are you here, and how long have you been in a coma?

Speaking in detail, Ein was surprised at times and smiled bitterly in retrospect of what had happened with Lyle.

"Uh... when I woke up with reason, my father said..."

The two look at each other and laugh bitterly.

Because I wasn't sure how to call it now and couldn't find the answer.

"Just one thing, that's why I thought you were sticking around."

"Oh, what?

"It was when I met you two before I fought Marco. At that time, I thought my father was like this man. I knew a lot, and I knew this emotion was natural."

"... I guess. I used to teach swords the same way."

"Which one of you remembered me better, the old me or the present me?"

"Unfortunately, it hasn't changed much, and you've never had the gift of a sword."

"I haven't grown at all..."

When the air, which was a little bitter, eased, a gentle grin appeared on their faces.

Then they exchanged silences for a while.

Ain had a lot on his mind and was trying to come to one conclusion by the time he uttered the following words:

There's a lot I don't know yet, but the facts are true nonetheless.

There were a lot of things I figured out, and all I could do was come tight and convince myself that it was reasonable.

Think of it. Our touch in the world of the past is not at all different from what we are today. It was not an exaggeration to say something unusual about how to call it.

Huh, Ain put his hand on the chest where the demon stone was.

Open your mouth with your eyes down.

"I'm Ain and I'm Marc. We can't afford to be superior or inferior, and we can't imagine that one value is inferior to the other."

"Oh."

"So maybe"

Here Ain looks up and sees Cain.

With a sunny grin that is not consigned, I say it clearly in unparalleled terms.

"I'm sure the three of them are for me... my father, my mother, and my sister"

"- Oh, definitely"

Standing up, Cain hugged Ain hard.

After all, I can feel fatherhood in his affection.

I couldn't feel it at all from Logus. That's enough to feel all overflowing from him.

"Welcome back"

And Ain's chest trembles at Cain's words.

When he first came to the land, Ain said, "I'm home". Though that was a word to speak for Cain and Sylvia.

"Something tells me I heard back then."

Apparently it was the same for me, I understood.

"That's all I could ask. No, Sylvia and Archet should be enough."

"But what should I call you from now on..."

"It would be easier to call each other the way we've always been. So far in this case, so far for Ain. It's just, you know, from us, I'm glad you called me once in a while."

Not even a little sadness.

That was a positive decision right now, no bonds, no emotions, no slight scratches in it.

Eventually he sees Cain back in the chair and Ain nods that he understands.

"Speaking of which, Raviola was alive after I died..."

"How could you, when it was rooted?

"Yes."

"Maybe it's because I was pregnant with your child. Dry adds and pixie rooting are too special to have examples in the past. That's what you're gonna have to think."

Sure, I probably just have to convince myself with that already.

If no one can find out, there's no choice.

"But it's amazing how different you are, but it's okay to have demon stones in your body."

"Say what. You'll have toxin breakdown in the first place."

That said, Cain stood up in large measure.

"But no matter what form it takes, no strangeness will happen if you touch the Demon Stone that was your own - like the Demon Stone of Raviola was"

The last one couldn't hear what he said.

Shortly after Ain asked, Cain hung his hand on the door of the room.

"I kept Warren from the town while Ain slept. It looks like you're out there looking at the sky, so go."

"Oh - Mr. Warren?

"Nothing will surprise you. Thank God he's in the middle of the First Princess's wedding, but he stayed in town on purpose for Ein."

Ain then gets out of bed in momentum.

Yeah, come to think of it, there was a wedding. If you've been in a coma for weeks, it's time for Dill and Katima's wedding to begin.

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When Ain went outside, Warren was there.

Inside the gates of Demon King's Castle, he stood alone looking up at the night sky. You waited here a long time, he had a book in one hand.

"Mr. Warren."

"Huh... Dear Ein! You really woke up!

Joy, running over Warren holds Ain's hand.

"I'm sorry about everything since I went to Master Lyle's room."

"Oh... it seems that something happened to you regarding the coma… I hope to hear more soon"

"Yeah, I don't know what to tell you, but I'll try."

Ein looked up at the night sky after he was intent.

It's a beautiful night sky very similar to when we defeated Oz that day.

A river of heaven flows through a full sky, and a brilliant star attracts eyes and doesn't stop.

"Are you lost?"

Unexpecting what the hell had happened, Warren saw Ain's face.

He has a sunny face, just staring up at the night sky.

"... I will rent Sylvia's carriage back to town. Ein will still have something to talk about, so let's leave in a little while."

Then Warren leaves Ain and proceeds to Demon King's Castle.

Beautiful sky.

But Ain threw his words without looking back.

You're right, it's a brilliant sky.

"Yeah. It's the same beautiful sky we had back then"

"Was that..."

Not just on the day we defeated Oz, but when we both burgled wild together to save many.

It's new to my memory that Warren, who was outside at night, was relying on the moon and star lights to read the book.

"Hey, Mr. Warren"

Warren, who stopped, looked at Ain's back.

"I wonder which is more meaningful to read a book under the starry sky or look up at the starry sky"

"Huh."

Warren's memories, many of which faded already, were now clearly recalled at this moment.

It's an old, treasure-like memory from when we ran across the continent together.

"I don't know which one you're talking about... right"

Now, I can answer it differently than I did back then.

I brutally wiped the tears in my eyes with the sleeves of my clothes, and raised the corner of my mouth, Warren.

"The night sky I look up with you is never bad..."

"... Yes, yes, I knew I wasn't being honest"

"Oh, you seem dissatisfied. Shall I rephrase it?"

Then Warren walks out laughing high.

As he headed to Demon King's Castle, he unleashed a book he'd never had before with rambling tricks. It is cleverly thrown into a fountain placed in the garden.

When I followed it and opened my mouth.

"I think it makes more sense to look up at the sky with you than to read a book."

This is what he said as we turned our backs on each other.

Ain't seen him stepping right into Demon King's Castle, Ain't got his cheeks loose all the time.