A boy with deep blue eyes, not stained with the dirt of the world.
A girl named Wern-Smitsi was fascinated by her witchcraft when she was ten. It is when we meet in a dim alley. Regardless of whether that way of moving the mind was crowded or not, it was her first love.
Human manure is mixed with rotten water hoards, discarded leftovers, the carcasses of dogs and animals with small insects, and the complex stench that has been there is about to be topped by the iron smell of blood overflowing from one corpse.
Close to the smell that was familiar, her spirit, smelling it, calmed down even before the scene where the murder took place.
Things go back about a few minutes.
There was an unfamiliar city walk, and she wandered off the back street with her accompanying father. I ran into the scene of a smuggling by chance on this road, and I became chased from the man of the traffickers.
"Hey there kid! Wait for me!
Fly out onto the boulevard yelling at your back and desperately escape through the crowd. I'm not likely to get help from people who have fallen in love during the war.
It was only a common routine that one child I didn't know could handle again, and even though they thought it looked cute, they didn't even think about carrying the trouble I didn't know about.
Much of this era was all about living today.
Let me take care of this. I resent myself for seeing a bad mon.... Do you want to cry? If you look at it, it's going to be quite a bump for the kid. You're just gonna have to sell it to buy people, right?
I couldn't beat my adult strength and legs, and I was suddenly cornered on a trail in the alley.
A man pulling a dagger out of his nose is shown a threatening tongue. Still, without being frightened if he did not beg for his life, Vern returned it with a temperamental attitude that facilitated his gaze.
It's not like someone would come to help me if I cried down, then I chose the path to resist at least to the end.
'Well... I've made up my mind. Temehe is going to sell high. "
A man with an awful grin attacked me, just before that.
Someone squashed the man hard out of his head.
After a few moments of frightening cramps, the man clearly had no sign of moving. There couldn't be. In the man's brain, a dagger protruded.
In the short time I didn't even pinch a blink, before I knew it better, a human was dying in front of me.
If you look back in a spirit of calm, there's a boy there.
He bathed his white hair with no blood to return, and his white skin was stained red with a part of his small body.
Based on the dirt on the clothes and complexion I wear from the beginning, I can see that I haven't washed them for days. The more you look at those identities, the more miserable they are.
Now, only those jewel-like eyes suck...
"... who? Who are you?
I don't think I can get a response from what I asked. I would rather follow the same end road as the bad guy, but now I'm just obsessed with him, who will be close to his age to see.
Wern was attracted because he had eyes that no one else had ever seen before.
"... Alan"
It is also difficult to say that there is no humanity at all for asking how the voice that so named is doing.
Wipe the returning blood on your cheeks, kick the corpse of the belly crawl and turn it upside down, pull the old dagger out of your brain, and snatch the nose away from the hardware. If it hadn't been such a hassle, it would have sounded a little different again.
"Alan? Alan. Alan, Alan...... good name. What's the name of the house?
Repeating to remind his tongue of the discouragement of his name, Vern went on to ask.
"None"
"You know, I'm, like, Vern. Wern-Smitsi...... remember"
"It's a name like a man.... are you really a man?
Vern is an undisputed girl. My dark hair and black eyes are rare in the world, and when my noticeable nose is privileged in the world, I also have that much distinction.
I may be a helpless old lady if I am so mistaken, and I have such a consciousness, but I honestly cannot tolerate it, etc.
I'm going out of town today, and I'm going to put it in a Gothic black dress.
"Oh, excuse me. I must be the pretty maiden you keep looking at, huh?
"Something similar happened before. He cried and ran away."
"He didn't have eyes."
"Aren't you scared?
"I'm scared. For example, I can't believe it's going to be like this with you."
"... I know what to say about guys like you. You don't, do you?
"Are you an orphan? Who's feeding me?
"You'll see"
Vern grabbed Alan's hand from the side as he tried to remove the ornament from the body.
The more plainly I didn't think of him as a child who killed people, the more I pulled, the more his body honestly changed direction.
He has a throwing attitude because he was confident that he would stop breathing at any time, or because he didn't feel hostile, and he's the only one who knows what that is.
Maybe you haven't thought about it.
"Thank you. Help me."
"I just thought it was affordable, I didn't mean it like that"
"Hey, I think I like you"
"Even though the blood still doesn't dry?
"Come to my house. Let's live together."
"You should stop. More or less your family will forgive you?
"Father would understand if he spoke. There's a spare room in the house."
"... one day I'll regret it"
"You'd better say goodbye. You'll regret it."
If the opposite of good is evil, and the opposite of evil is good, then it is social and both are good, and both are evil. If so, it doesn't apply to Vern or Alan.
They follow their own good and evil with an understanding of society's good and evil. That's probably what you could call innocent private profit selfish greed.
Some spring day. Little black and white connect together with little hands. In a world filled with the madness of war, it is not yet tainted by the good and evil of society, but secluded and secluded in the dark darkness of Usu......
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The world, made up of a vast single continent, has long been called Arcadia.
We are the rulers of the world and reign at the apex of creatures, when only man believed so, and it seemed true. Long after a naive contempt for prehistoric civilization and forgetting the grace conveyed by his forefathers, the comically inherited calendar counts 1725.
Watching so far, 'man's history is filled with a record of barbaric strife,' says the historian who says so constantly.
It is only then that, as one of them, these times will one day be a record.
The beginning was in 1605, 120 years ago, when an explorer confirmed the presence of vast underground resources in the undeveloped lands at the north end.
The relationship between the Confederation of Meortida, the Holy Carmezza Empire and the Republic of Eizeon, the three main forces of time, is tense on that fact.
The best metallurgical material in human history, the ore indispensable for civilizational development, the treasure of miracles - in a civilization that relied on 'photonstones', it was clear that in times when its depletion was threatened, this would become a spark of war.
Without waiting six months after discovery, the Federation and Empire wage war over mining rights.
The Republic of Aizeon expressed its position of war neutrality which could not be immediately attributed to any force. The national pattern, which does not depend on photonstones, did not require mining rights, etc., in the first place.
It is imperative to create an empire or federation that will be the primary exporter, once you have acquired the rights to unnecessary items for export purposes.
Aizeon, who expected to be of no benefit to his country, became neutral at this time on the border.
However, it would have been inevitable in time of war for a person to export illegal arms from a general chamber of commerce in the country - from the time he was supposed to be neutral, he invested in the establishment of intelligence services to counter the war to gather information on such illegal transactions.
Among them, tissues whose cover-up was handy crushed early, and vice versa, those whose cover-up was ingenious and almost unmistakable, dared to acquiesce to its smuggling.
The idea is that we should not stay too far from the war, because we will determine our position of neutrality. If harmlessness passes, it is seen lightly, and if harmfulness passes, there is no denying the possibility that it will be seen as an enemy.
We are prepared to stop smuggling at any time, or to become enemies if it harms our country.
'Don't think about using it or something,' I warn you, because it's only neutral without either side, it included Messe-ji here.
A feud between the Confederation and the Empire follows a path of intensification that washes blood with blood, and Aizeon's bystandings continue, eventually 120 years flowing. Repeatedly getting hot or cold, the feud continued today.
In the meantime, there were inventions that became artificial photon stones, and early stories were successfully producing degraded versions of natural products. The issue of depletion, which was initially a concern, was seen to be resolved in this.
But empty, the war didn't end.
The chain of hatred had become irrevocable with lives, territories, and dignity taken away.
A child conscripted carries the hatred of a stranger, hates himself on the battlefield he was driven out of, and dies, or else lives, entrusts my child with hatred and sends him to battlefield again...
For some time to come, this is the story of a boy and a girl overflowing with this.
"Will my family go back to the three of us? That might be nice, too."
"Really? Yeah, Dad, I love you."
Zoldiff-Smitsi, Vern's father, could not afford to tell the truth. Of what? Speaking of which, I'm going to feed one orphan boy. But he answered and showed it in a calm manner.
Take your beloved daughter to visit the Empuzz country, close to the front line of the war that runs northwest from her hometown of Westeria, and then three years. He was a well-armed blacksmith, and he was migrating on the grounds that the weapons he created were easy to sell.
If I had lost my wife to an epidemic disease, I would have had to bring my daughter to a country close to this war. In today's cold world, even with kinsmen and relatives, I can't be trusted with the detours.
If you ask me, my daughter, who I left with my relatives, was sold as a whore, and there's talk of that.
Then the first thing is that you can feel safer at hand. The remaining worry is the effect on the mind, but this was the utter concern. It is something my daughter has felt for less than a year since she emigrated.
I could also say that the signs that I had been able to glimpse since I lost my wife became more pronounced after I moved. I didn't burn my hands to stick because I was submissive, and I didn't have to worry about saying I was poor because I didn't leave anything behind.
I observed a kitchen of stalls and tasted the dishes served, I had cooked the exact same dishes that evening. At the age of ten. The virtues of this way of sitting the liver and the procedures include:
My daughter wouldn't be possessed by a demon or something, would she? 'It also seems.
For the first time in my life, such a daughter made a lame wish.
I was happy that I was sweetened as a father, and I also felt I wanted to do it. If you point to the bloody boy you just brought, and he confesses to "liking him" in a joyful way, your mind gets complicated.
How modest you thought, what's out there is not sanity shabby.
"My dear wife Anita.... our daughter is still possessed by the devil"
Hills at the exit from the capital to the suburbs of Empuz Country.
Spending six months remodeling the abandoned house here, Zoldif set up a residence and a blacksmith workshop. During the cold war, many people were alienated if that was also a country close to the front line, and countless abandoned houses.
Formal procedures for residency, etc., were not the case in this era.
I make a living as a blacksmith, I can't even say I'm big on this, but I'm successful.
I am certain that I am confident in my arms, and I still believe that being a country close to the front line contributed significantly to the achievement. Either way, I've got more kids to feed, so I'm going to have to work powder myself up.
But when it came to business, he had no future worries, etc.
As long as the war is going on, the blacksmiths won't get jobs, and that war isn't going to be over yet.
"Oh... hey Vern. Is your father there?
A merchant man mounted at the end of the garden said in a vehicle to be pulled by two horses.
Around the middle of an epic year, or whatever looks good to people, he wears a set up woven in fine silk thread on his fuzzy body.
As for the standing seen in this era, would you call it wealthy and splendid?
"Merchant. My father is in the workshop, shall we call him?
Vern, who was in the sun with Alan, noticed a slightly distant voice and returned it.
"Oh, fine. Because I'll show my face. You're with a kid you don't see any more than that, right?
"I became a family a while back! His name is Alan, he has very beautiful eyes, the same age, and then..."
"Ha ha, we're good friends, aren't we? Then I'll see your father."
Somewhere I can catch a glimpse of childhood - a merchant heads to the blacksmith, uncommonly wondering how Vern is doing.
A small stone rental workshop built separately from the mother house.
In the hot little indoors, there is a man who wields a gavel.
On the deep face of the sculpture, on the small but muscularly lumped body, there are many burn marks on both arms exposed in thin clothes. Seems like Park to see it, and even feels like a voice can hang from the back of working out that sword.
"Um, hello, Mr. Zoldif"
"... is that you? Just give me a minute. ……… shall we talk outside?"
Separating the work from the work, Zoldif responds to the merchant. Talking in the workshop was hot and painful, I immediately took him outdoors. I think it's because we've been dating for a long time now, and I'm not reluctant to answer.
"A little early this month, but I asked to receive it."
"It was already that time of year. No, it's been a lot this month. I don't think we're going to lose quality. But I haven't hit the numbers. This could be a hard time, right?
"No, let me buy even one swing. By the way, a lot of things?
The merchant looked at Alan as if he were right.
Zoldif goes on affirming, "Oh, I'm alone with the orphan".
"In this day and age, few children lose their parents in war. To be honest, life is critical. But, for some reason, Vern's putting it in.... It's complicated for me at all."
"Oh, I didn't know you had child troubles, too.... So good news for you. Let me raise the buying unit price from this one. Fifty percent more than usual."
"What, is that true?... Usually smells like an asshole. What kind of blow is that?
as it was played all the time, Zoldif turned his full grin to the merchant.
"Your reluctant saying becomes a habit. You can say I feel rested... your hit weapon but it has a pretty good reputation and 30% of the money going back to my nostalgia is not an exaggeration to say that of yours"
"You're a good mouth guy, too. No, as long as I'm perfectly happy. It helps."
Then the merchant's face became a little sad.
"But it makes you think you're doing a long time weapon dealer or something. Repeated ceasefires and wars, it's been 120 years now. The world turns at a time when it's decided to have a fever. Neglecting war, you're being used to war, a human being named me. … what a profound business if you think so"
"I can't believe the guy who started the war is dying. We don't even know who to complain to. Now that artificial photon stones have been invented, the reason we are at war is vague. I thought it would be over when I asked, but the weapon made it easier to build and it got extra intense."
"Did you know that four years from now, even in the long run, a war in this country is close?
"... Read more?
According to the merchant story, this is the situation in recent years.
In recent years, the Federation had been forced to disadvantage the Empire.
If we compare the map at the time of the war with the territory currently under control, we can see that roughly 30% of the territory was taken.
The invasion of the Empire is a prudent thing that no region stands out from.
The weight was placed on basically not plundering from the occupied areas and colonizing them as intact as possible. It could be described as an invasion plan that would steadily drop the country, lay the groundwork for protection, and prolong the war, which would take place in the next invasion.
More than a hundred years of months have already flown before we considered prolongation problematic. Above all, having lost the reason for the war, it was hard for the emperor of the hour to bear the fact that even victory and defeat were vague.
So it was said that we should at least be superior and inferior in the territory and settle for sure one day. Otherwise, this is nothing but a sign of condolence, assuming that too many scattered lives cannot be floated.
And today, neighboring countries on the eastern side of the Empoz nation were at the forefront of the war. If this invasion of the Empire had caused the neighboring countries to fall, the next was the expected battlefield of the Empoz nation.
The Federation is also making a leap to regain territory - but it overlapped its defeat before a certain man.
"I hear he's still a youth. His name is Gadinoa. He appeared headlong these days...... commonly known as" The Sword Emperor ""
"The sword emperor, the sword emperor?... It's a big story."
"If you're going to stay in this country, you can be prepared and it won't hurt."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
For whatever reason, whether important or trivial, Vern treated Alan.
He didn't have one disgusting face, or even just no expression, but anyway, he was delighted to listen to his words and respond to anything in words.
That's how she filled her mind as she thought.
"Heh. Alan, it's you. You're a big boy, aren't you?
As he began to lead a crowded life, Alan was shaped.
I introduced him to the neighborhood, and he has a good cardiac reputation. The beauty and quiet attitude that the future is expected of me makes me envious that I wasn't like this. Vern had a high nose for such a result.
I was proud of my witty eyes, which I spotted at a glance, that he was so.
It was about the end of a month.
"I'm in the workshop, so if you need anything, just say it. Don't go far, okay?
I finished breakfast. Zoldif is on his way to work. That said, the destination was a workshop not even thirty medas away from the motherhouse, essentially remaining at home.
If anything happens to the kid, it's a rushing distance, and it's huge for him to be able to work carelessly.
"... What am I supposed to do today?
I'm alone in my mother's house, and Alan asks sooner or later.
"It's a beautiful day too, shall we talk in the garden? What can I tell you today?"
Vern pulls his hand and leaves the motherhouse behind. Similar exchanges have been repeated over the past month.
As if obedient love animals and their masters, communication of will is one-sided. Alan hasn't forgiven her mind yet - she knew how clever her heart was, but she decided to pretend she didn't know.
"Speaking of which, how did Alan get orphaned?
Settling back on a hill that stretches out into the neighborhood, he throws his legs along the slope. Let the warm sun shine all over your body as you are blown by the soft wind. As a little blurry, Vern asks the beating.
"You're kind of a far-fetched guy."
"Hey, what do you think?
"... I don't remember. I did when I realized."
"But what was your life like? You needed money, didn't you?
"I turned back people and stuff. Even when my people came to retaliate, they returned the favor. I was taking ornaments and stuff from them. There was a slightly suspicious grandfather in the back street, and if I gave him the ornament, he'd redeem me."
"Heh. You're powerful, aren't you?
"I don't know for sure myself...... my body gets hot when I try to get rid of someone. Then the power builds. Only then will I somehow know how to get rid of it if it moves"
I stared at my own hands and Alan squeaked wonderfully.
"You're not sure... Oh, yeah!
Wern, who struck his hand at the thought, laughed with pleasure from now on.
It will be after noon the next day.
"Then I'll vacate the house. I'll be back in the evening, so stay in the house as long as you can, okay?
"Come on, Dad."
Dropping Zoldif off on business to get out of the city, Wern moved his thoughts to execution.
Take Alan and sneak into the workshop to find out what's going on indoors.
The fire floor is left lit, a hammer is placed over the gold floor, a large and small piece of steel, which becomes the material of the blacksmith, is arranged on the wooden shelf between the walls - she nodded satisfactorily, making sure that all the necessary conditions were in place.
However, since the fire floor has not been dropped, I think it would not be possible to do so for a long time.
"What are you going to do here?
"Could this be good? Just watch."
When you take the steel mass from the wooden shelf just at your fingertips, Vern places it on the palms of both hands to show it. She gave Alan a lot of strength, staring at the steel mass, which was still incomprehensible.
"... Vern?
"No, no, no, no, no, no. Listen to me."
Changes took place if we continued for a while.
The pale blue and white light emitted from both hands wraps around the surface of the steel mass. The light immediately changes to steel and glues to the steel mass. He eventually shaped a swing of sword body, as if to put together many layers of scales.
Even though the other one was fierce, by the time the phenomenon settled, it was about the size of a dagger.
"... what trick?
"Come on? Oh, don't tell your father, okay? If I'd been playing with what I brought out of the workshop, I could have done it like right now. Strengthen like a call, this is what happens. I wasn't scared."
When Vern thought about it the next time, he was stunned at himself for being able to do this.
"You're a strange guy. So what do you want to do?
"I will strike a sword at you. It must have been a mess you had, huh?
"... is it that simple?
"I remember looking at my father. It's shaped, so all you have to do is bake and beat it."
In anticipation of the gap in Zoldif's absence from a later date, Vern forged that sword body.
He heated his sword body on the fire floor, grabbed it with scissors, raised it to the gold floor and slapped it with a hammer. I only thought that the rationale that the process meant would just be shaped, and I faithfully reproduced the way Zoldif did anyway.
Sometimes I was surprised by the sparks I smacked and splashed, missed grasping with scissors, and didn't think of it, but I couldn't turn it up.
If that was the third time, she'd already hit with a hand she was used to.
"Vern. He's got a bandage on his finger, but what's up?
"If I was blurry, I'd cut it when I cooked. It's okay because it's shallow."
"Well... by the way, did someone come while I was gone?
"No, I don't think anyone came"
Return the blacksmith tool to its original position and clean only the mess at work. Still, there are few traces left, which cannot be completely erased.
Sometimes he was suspicious from Zoldif, but Vern pushed through with a stiff feeling that he didn't know, didn't know, everything.
If I thought of the trust my father had in me, I would have deceived myself with it.
Another month will pass.
That day, a swing of sword was completed.
The scorched body, where coarseness could be seen, was in the shape of an undisputed dagger. The sword body, repeatedly slapped and impurities removed, was expected to be of that much quality, which could then be sold if polished.
"... how do you get that far?
"Huh? It's decided because I want to, isn't it?
In continuing his blacksmiths so far, Vern had spoken to Alan that way.
He also realized that his gaze was directed at his own hand, which was burned. I suspected once that he was worried, but he really didn't know and he was listening, and I immediately guessed this from the tone of his voice.
"I can do that. When should I use that?
"Come on. Will you protect me when I'm in danger?
"You want me to protect you?
"You won't protect me?
"I'm..."
"A joke, a joke. … use this to protect you"
"Am I supposed to use it for protection?
"That's the place. So why don't you go anywhere?
"... ok"
It was only a few days after that that that Zoldif would find out.
Apparently he noticed something he forgot. Zoldif turned back on the way. Vern, who was working in the workshop with Alan, bowls in with his father where it can't possibly be.
This is what happens when you say, "What are you doing?" If you've been questioned, you just can't get away with it.
Sighing from the notion, she reopened on the spot.
"Uh... I was hitting the sword"
Give the flashing Zoldif a dagger he tried to put on the polisher and stretch his chest. I was confident that I would be able to do well, and I was hoping that maybe I would get a compliment from the man in charge.
"... really, you hit it?
"I think you're doing well, Dad."
But unlike what I expected, there's a flat-handed return.
I made a proper noise and got slapped in the face. Wern couldn't turn his neck right back.
"Do you know what you made?
Wern, who looked like an infidel, jumped right out of the workshop. He slams a dagger at his feet, pokes Alan in the face, opens the door abusively, and runs away somewhere.
"Wait, Vern!
He can't even get a call to stop him, and Zoldif moans.
"... I did it. I've decided not to do all this."
Without going after it, I sneezed and scratched my hair and crouched in. When Vern picked up the dagger he had left, he went on to see how well it was done.
"It's done perfectly well. That's my kid - or something, but no. This isn't all complimented. It's about you, they couldn't fit in, could they? Wern has changed since you arrived. I think it has changed for the better. He seems like a kid when he's with you."
No sign of a response, no sign of a hammer.
Zoldif talked to Alan, still looking like that, as he gave up about half the time.
"People lean. To people, to countries, to religions, to ideologies, otherwise I can't live the world well. He didn't have it before I met you. That guy was equally distant to everyone. Including me.
He's a good barber who leans on people.... but I know when the time comes to touch the world, even if it's good for the child now. How much you can fool others, you can't fool yourself. "
Staring at Alan's eyes crushed, he smiled small.
"To your eyes, Vern may have leaned a little. Because you don't stain anything and you don't lean on anything, he's... why don't you pick him up?
"... ok"
Alan, who finally replied, follows the word and leaves the workshop behind.
Zoldif felt a little lonely and dropped off that little back.
Wern was on a hill a little further from the workshop. I was sitting there with my knees in my arms.
Notice the signs that someone will stand behind you and turn a blind eye. When she found out it was Alan, she cut her gaze in a soothing condition. That's not because I was unhappy that my father didn't come after me.
Because if he's not worried about himself here, he kind of feels it.
"... how did you get here?
"Zoldif......, told me to go from"
"That's a terrible reason," Wern said pointing his mouth.
"It's okay. It's okay. Nothing.... I was just surprised when I was hit for the first time"
Squeeze your back round and small so you can press your nose tip against the head of your knee. Paralyzed by Alan's attitude as he stood without saying anything, she said as she wanted to without changing her mind like that.
"Maybe it was floating. When I'm with you, I lose myself. I see a disgusting part of me. You can't do this, you can't do that, you don't know what you're supposed to know. Same thing this time... I was wondering if my father would be angry, and still, I wanted to strike you with a sword"
"... you regret it?
"No way. But I just see that..."
Wern cut the words and stood up in large measure.
Slap down the grass and sand on your skirt and gently look back at your urine. When I had an unusual loving grin, I was cute and foreboding. Eyes on the upper hand Alan and show him bruised tricks and no longer let him feel as depressed or anything like dew.
"Look, I apologize to Dad, so you'll come with me, won't you?
"... ok. Let's go together."