"…… In the Iron Rust Mountains, there is a black disaster fire.
The fire shall spread, or burn all the land. "
Silence fell in a room with a large round table for the meeting.
"The King of Hiragi did say that."
"Oh.... it's the King of the Woods statement, I won't ignore it lightly"
By the time I've received various reports, taken over, and reported on this adventure, I've finished my children's opponents and joined Menel, whose clothes are a little better.
It is Mr. Leistoff who is here, and a cleric who has a few more clerks.
Anna took turns with Menel and went to deal with the children, including Shannon.
And what was said was the prophecy.
"…… The Iron Rust Mountains"?
Mr. Leistoff tells me to roar.
Since then, this guy who stretched out his chin beard a little bit and fixed it up is very dignified and more like a knight than I am.
Because of the breeze, it can also be dressed in a variety of ways. The judgment is calm, and if you have to, your arms stand.
Besides, I can't even drive out to a dangerous place with a wife and kids... so I've been asking him to stay for the past few years if anything happens.
Thanks to you, Mr. Leistoff misunderstood that he was the "End of the Holy Knight," so much so that some artisans were being turned into laughingstock by his companions.
"What kind of place is it? If you know anyone."
"A little, but I know."
And it was Grandpa Noah, a cleric of the god of knowledge Enright, who raised his hand small.
He's one of the clerics deposited with the Bagley Temple Chief with Anna, and although prayer is the only thing he can't use, he's a good preacher and very knowledgeable from his extensive life experience.
I usually judge administrative relations paperwork, preach in chapels, work on weekdays… i.e. open free academic classes for children on holidays, very diverse.
"The Iron Rust Mountains were known as the Candles Mountains two hundred years ago.
There existed the great kingdom of the Dwarves, the kingdom of the Candles, the mountain people of Blaze, the god of flames and skill. "
Grandpa Noah says it was a strong country, also named after the Great Union.
"But it was also lost in the mayhem two hundred years ago.
In order to stop the demons from invading, Dwarf of the Rock Hall (Want), along with many powerful warriors, was slaughtered by pillows?
… and a lot of blood was shed, and many weapons were scattered, and the Candlestick Mountains became known as the Iron Rust Mountains at no time. "
That's the end of black iron.
A remnant-free wreck of former glory filled with the smell of rust of flowing blood and weapons invaded by rust of blood.
"I don't know the details of what happened in that battle, either. They don't even know the scholars or the poets."
"That's, why?
"I fought the mountain to the pillow, because the Dwarf warriors and the people were literally wiped out. And……………"
Grandpa Noah took one breath,
"…… because the fate of the Dwarf people who fled the country was too harsh"
Slowly, I continued my words.
"Your lord also protected the people of Dwarf. You know that."
I recall.
Dirty in the mud, smelling terrible, with sprinkled cheeks and bosom cheeks, weary eyes on them.
"But that's why they didn't want to talk about their homeland and their last battle.
Former glory. It's the only place they can be proud of and bond with… most importantly. "
So it's just something hidden inside them.
The people of the Land of Candles, who perish, do not know it.
"That's all I know."
".................. ok, thank you"
Everyone had a small mouth count.
of the mountain people, the luxury and doom of their kingdom. And then about fate.
Everyone was thinking about it.
"Even tomorrow, we're going to meet up with new faces and head to Dwarf Street.
So I'd like to ask you a few questions about what we're talking about. "
"............... that would be good"
Grandpa Noah nodded slowly, and Mr. Leistoff and Menel also expressed their approval.
"As for the prophecy of" King of the Woods, "you must not prank your anxiety.
Keep it a secret for the faces who are here. "
"…… Is that good?
Mr. Leistoff asks, but I have my thoughts on the matter.
"The King of Hiragi," he also said, "not far away (...)," promised "abundant fruit (...)" about this fall.
From that remark, at least until autumn, I had a hit.
The king of Hiragi did suggest that it was' not far away ', but he did not say' near 'or' right there '.
"I haven't even finished harvesting my summer wheat yet.
In autumn, we make winter wheat, fertilize livestock with forest nuts, harvest fruit, and wait for the sake. "
Summer to autumn is the busiest time for peasants.
Everyone is finally free from the threat of the Warcraft and looking forward to fruition and harvest in a life that has begun to stabilize.
... I don't want to stir up anxiety by spreading disturbing rumors at a time like this.
"Warcraft or demon, there seems to be something, but as usual," Sacred Knight "and" Hayashi Wings "are moving.
Because it's a case they can handle. Because it's the usual thing. Act that way. "
Everyone nodded, as if to show a copy.
Now this one is fine.
And then the question is, how far can you ask about the Iron Rust Mountains?
How far will they tell me?
- With the tough faces of the Dwarves in mind, I moved on to other detailed discussions.
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That night, I had a dream.
It's that nostalgic, dead town dream.
"Okay, Will. … and what is the Spirit"
Gus, who looks blue and white, speaks slowly as he moves to stroke his jaw.
"At first, the Creator God uttered words, carved signs, made the sun and the moon to separate the day from the night, and gathered water to separate the sea from the earth.
Fire was born, wind was born, trees were born. - Before the gods, before men. "
Brad also listens without even letting his bone body tuck against the wall and listening to Gus class.
Such a mild afternoon temporary.
"And the waters thereof, and the earth, and the fire, and the winds, and the trees, dwell the great Word of God the Fathers.
They were not mere phenomena, they had a clear will "
"A phenomenon of will………?
"You may not imagine... um, there are no fairy men here.
If they were here, we could have just made them dance in silf and explained it easily. "
Gus shook his head, reasonably good.
This "well good" is not "well it doesn't matter" but "well good" in "well we'll meet sometime, just stay in the corner of my head for now".
"This Spirit was then divided into two systems by willies.
One is the way the fairies, along with their families, stay forever, leaning on unstable phenomena.
… Even now, for example, in the eyes of a fairy, we can see the Spirit, the King of Fire, who followed countless fairies of fire.
In the depths of the swirls of the ocean lies the King of the Sea, in the mountains and canyons lies the King of the Mountains, and in the depths of the Tree Sea lies the King of the Forest. "
Fairy users are people who can perceive and communicate with spirits and fairies in this world and in the world of double-copied spirits.
I mean, it's not witchcraft.
I take notes listening to Gus like that.
To remember things is to listen, think, and write anyway.
"But the other side chose a different path."
"What's a different path?
"Not some vague, unclear way of living the Spirit of life and death that will stay forever, and disappear to plunder and shake.
Cool, obviously live, obviously die, things with flesh… in a human way. "
It's a little ironic that the ghost Gus talks about it.
Does Gus know that, too, he flaunted his shoulder?
They didn't fall in love with a human being.
To the romantic saying of Gus, Brad said, "Buh!" and blew it out.
The instant Gus turns to Brad and blows the pebble off with a mind-blowing.
"Ite! What the fuck, Grandpa!
"Shut up! Shut up!"
At all, Gus continues his words in a pungent rage.
"Of the spirits who yearned for life with flesh, those belonging to wind, water and trees went to consult Rare Sylwia, the intimate goddess.
This goddess was easy to share, she was whimsical, but it was only then that she became acquainted with those spirits. "
And the goddess gave up the wishes of these spirits.
"That is how, as a family member of the goddess Rare Sylwia, the Elves were born.
They lived as long as trees, as handsome as a dawn, and as elegant as flowing fresh water.
The loving goddess drew the thoughts of the spirits who yearned for humans, so that they could also be seen as humans.
… it is said that this is why mixed children are born between humans and elves "
Saying so much, Gus flaunted his shoulder.
"Then, as I have long said, 'My neighbor's wheat looks well fruitful', there are aspects that I admire because I don't have them at hand.
Some elves were actively mixed with men, and others missed the times of the Spirit in more meat than they thought.
... The ancient elves, mixed with people in a burning state, disappeared naturally over time due to mixed blood and longevity.
Sometimes even now, half an elf comes from one parent to another, but this is not their remnant.
Elves who, on the other hand, missed the Spirit's time and lived deep in the woods, closed to one another, retained their purity "
"... uh, that's"
"I'm not talking about which is better or what's wrong.
But that's not what I'm talking about when people make that choice. "
It seemed like a little bit of a thought, but Gus is doing a little light.
"How are things going? The existing elves are pretty closed.
... I feel good about being close to them, but their internal certification is a long way off. "
Brad connects words to supplement.
"They are fine, but quick warriors, well-armed archers.
Because if you follow the original muscle, it's the Spirit, a lot of guys have fairy talent.
... Well, don't fight with the elves in the woods. Seriously, I'm scared. "
It seems that some of the fairies are extremely unintelligible, like throwing away their flesh and returning to the Spirit again? said Brad.
"It's a bit suspicious... but there's no such thing as an elf that can still transform into a spirit while still being a flesh.
They are the relatives of the Goddess of the Woods, the ones closest to the Spirit. Close to people, far away. They're great people. "
That's how Gus closes the elf story.
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"… but some of them got meat in a different way than they did. Soil, stones, fire spirits.
Soil and stones that preside over immutable attributes, fire that presides over destruction and creation, they were not very close to the goddess Rare Sylwia.
They didn't even yearn for a human way of life in the first place "
"Really? Then why the meat?
"What they admired was human technology. The ore shall be removed from the soil, set on fire, refined and made into metal.
You saw something like that as something that looked terribly interesting.
Generally, spirits and fairies don't like gold very much, so a lot of strangers. "
Gus shrugs his shoulders.
"They went to Blaze, God of Flames and Skills, to consult.
Blaze was oligarchy and stubborn, preferring to craft things, but once heated, he was also a god of anger and battle that brought tremendous destruction.
He nodded silently to the spirits who had expressed an interest in the craft, confirming only one word the strength of his will, and his gave himself flesh as a family ".
The flow so far has been the same as that of an elf, Gus says.
"…… That is how the Dwarves were born as the family of the Flaming God Blaze.
Dwarves were as tough as dirt and rocks, long lived, foresaw darkness as fire, and stayed good at handling furnaces.
Their nature diverged from that of pure spirits because of their fate to deal with the spirits' disliked hardware, and the fairies turned away.
That's why they don't have elf-like fairies. "
I listened to it silently. [M]
That's an interesting story to hear.
To the elves, Dwarves. Races that resemble and differ from person to person.
... someday I'll see you in the outside world.
"Instead, they believed in Blaze, the grandgod, and explored the ancient Word, mixing it with metallurgical and sculptural techniques.
I can put "Words" in things - that is, there are more craftsmen than they are when it comes to carving signs.
Many Dwarves live in mines and prefer to live in caves because they have ancestral spirits of soil and stones. He's not as tall in that relationship, but he's as disappointed as a barrel.
With a big drink, the strength is strong and many grow beards. and a good craftsman as well as a good warrior "
That said, my gaze turned to Brad.
"Yeah. - They're real."
Brad nodded with few words.
I was surprised.
This voice is Brad's real praise.
"Tell me more."
"More, if you say so. The real thing is the real thing..."
Mmm, Brad thought about it a little.
"They know what it means to fight and what it means to be brave.
In my heart, a single core passes like a well-stretched spine. "
All this time, the gas didn't even tear up.
I hear Brad's story with a gentle eye.
"From day to day, they think"
"…… What?
"Enough to give your life, what is the reason to fight?"
In Brad's orbit, a blue-white blaze was burning.
"And when I got it"
Take a breath.
"- They burn their souls and come to battle with the flames of courage. Don't be afraid to die."
That's what Brad said.
I made that Brad say that.
... awesome, and I freaked out.
A dwarf is a tremendous warrior.
"I salute the Dwarf Warrior.
At least those guys I met and fought with are true warriors. "
I was so excited about the day I met Dwarf.
I wonder what you look like.
Proudly straight eyes on a decently stretched back, braided mustache, and a pimply axe.
I imagined such a thing and imagined a day where I would fight shoulder to shoulder with them.
"…… I don't really like them."
And Fugus said, with a loud voice.
It was an unexpected dialogue.
"Really?
"Uhm...... I admit they have great knowledge and skills, no matter what.
Admit that you have all the warriors ready. "
Gus said so, sighing one thing.
"Well... how could they be so bigoted and dirty to the money! I can't believe it!
I blinked my eyes and looked at Brad with a face that I couldn't believe...
Then the two of us, even more bumpy, turned to the gas we were talking about, shouted in solidarity.
"You say it!
No matter how I thought about it, it was a fellow hater.