Once, two hundred years ago. The Land of Candles had a single monarch.
Short body, narrow lines, not good at martial arts, preferred books, one of the less mouthed silent contemplations -
The Rock Hall of Fame, the last of the Land of Candles, is Aurvangle.
He inherited the kingdom from you before, but the warriors moaned, even though he ran the kingdom without delay.
Our modern monarch has been loved by the knowledge god Enright, not the flaming god Blaze.
The people did not hate such a monarch.
Whatever he could fight or not, he treated it without distinction for the time being.
He knew exactly what it was like not to be a warrior.
The warriors were unhappy with it.
Those who are always at the forefront of danger and ready to give their lives are treated in the same way as those who are not.
You take us lightly! They groaned and moaned in prosperity.
It's all about names, brave! Oh, my God! He shook up his fist and raised his angry scream.
Even when he heard such a mourning and angry voice, Monarch Aulvangle just laughed as troubled.
The kingdom was roughly well surrounded, even though it was a little hazy.
It was a time of peace.
There are people whose country is singing prosperity, whose happiness is overflowing, and whose little misfortunes can afford to reach out.
On the side of the road, there was no one who resented the world and ended his life with anger and suffering.
- But the storm is here.
Invasion of the demons of Nara. Great debacle.
Named after the Great Union, the nations of the South were defeated and burned one after the other, and the hosts of the devils approached the Land of Candles.
- There are so many titles that indicate the king of the devil that no one knows the name of it.
It's The Undying Sword Demon.
It's Kings in Kings.
It's Innocent Evil.
It's Endless Darkness.
It's War Storm Runner.
It's "The Laughing Thing."
… it is "The King of the Forever"
The defeat was obvious.
The southern kingdoms of the South Mark continent are all powerful and well-known nations at the forefront of all forces.
If you deal with the Upper King, who made them fall as if they were to be broken even on thin paper, keep them for a few days, even with the famous Underground Corridor of the Mountains.
Moreover, even the dragons of Shigemitsu joined the ranks of the Upper King.
When every one of the warriors blued and lost his word - the messenger came.
He was a messenger of the devil.
"- How about" The King "?"
That's what the devil said.
"Upper King" prefers swords.
The Upper King builds an army, but not a weapon.
If you serve with that craftsman's arms, let's miss the mountains of candles.
If a warrior is one who protects his people, isn't that the right answer?
"How about that?"
The devil told him he would hear the answer three days later, and he left.
The bitter-faced dwarves were left behind.
- Then, the argument was disputed.
I should have laid down a mantra, but the rumors quickly spread and everyone said something about it.
Maybe it was also the devil's M.O. trying to disrupt his footprint.
Only the monarch was silent.
Formerly closed dwarves.
If only the person selling the weapon would change, some people wondered if that would be good too.
The mother with the baby complained that this child would die if caught in the war.
Only the monarch was silent.
Of course, there were a lot of unreliable demons and others who told me not to fight until my life ran out.
But when it comes to how to fight, there is a lot of debate. Different stories come out and I can't settle.
Everyone got confused, everyone got emotional, screamed and called out - even many blade wounds shaken up.
Everyone was lost.
Only the monarch was still silent.
And it was a promised day when the ministers couldn't decide anything.
The silent monarch Aulvangle spoke the first time.
"I'll decide."
He said so and walked out in front of the devil who came to receive a response.
"What's the answer?
"This."
Aulvangle struck the demon's neck like a thunderbolt in a blow.
How the devil fell.
The Dawn Caller (Caldun), the ancient spirit sword of the swinging Land of Candles, did not give the devil's blood back, but twinkled.
"It's the iron you've been craving. It's the weapon I wanted. - Why don't you give it to me?
A small, thin Dwarf monarch raised his sword.
The people boiled.
The warriors clogged their voices with tears.
Because they realized that they had misjudged the monarch.
They lay down and apologized, apologizing to the monarch for their own uncertainty.
That's when the fallen demon's neck laughed.
"The dragon is coming."
It was an ominously cloudy voice with zero blood bubbles from his mouth.
"The dragon is coming! The dragon is coming! Valakhiaka! Sickle of disaster descends!
The devil's neck, stripped of his white eyes, laughed wildly and shouted.
"I don't have one left!
The neck, Aurvangul stomped and crushed.
And he only has one word,
"I won't let that happen."
I shrugged.
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The battle is ready.
Axe. Armor.
Dwarf warriors dressed in candles.
"Attract the demons of Nara and kill them all at the bottom of the earth"
That is what the monarch Aulvangle declared.
"Make this underground corridor his burial ground."
All the people and the warriors obeyed it, and established a system to kill the devils.
Vicious trap. Complex maze. The degree of cage battle.
After only a few days to finish it, Aulvangle ordered the following in the Great Hall:
"Evacuate all warriors, and immature young warriors, from the mountain of candles."
The people rebelled against the decree.
Because they also intended to die with their monarchs.
Are you going to say that it is a clump of hands?
We would like to join you.
To the angst, disappointment and plea that arose in the blast, but Aulvangle was quiet.
When he received the voice of a certain crowd and his momentum diminished, he poked the floor at the tip of the Dawn Calling (Caldun) sheath.
The squeaking is further reduced by the sounds that echo.
When he looked at it, he put his hand on the patterned head, and he put his chest up and said:
"Gentlemen, I die. All the warriors will die in the mountains."
To the words, people quieted back.
The word of the monarch Aulvangle was that of the dying.
"- But don't let the Land of Candles die."
The words were full of quiet determination.
"Gentlemen. I think of you as a child.
My breasts seem to be torn apart by the suffering that commands you to be this selfish. "
But I dare command you.
said Sovereign Aulvangle.
"Live!"
The monarch continues his words.
"Even if we lose our homeland and paint it with insult and remorse! Down the mountain, live!
That is the battle I command you!
You don't run away, you keep different battlefields than you do now!
A voice echoes in the great hall.
"Let us kings and warriors preserve our pride and our names, and let us all die in this mountain, where the ancestral spirit sleeps!
You abandon your pride and bet everything raw! The fire of the furnace must not cease!
So he breathed heavily and shouted only once more.
"Gentlemen, live! Fight alive! Until the time of resumption!
That's what
"- This is my last order!
That was the last word you, the survivors, knew about the Land of Candles.
He took the warriors and left the Great Hall.
And ready for a showdown with the devils - an army of frightened devils, and even a dragon of sorrow intercepted, and fought through them all dead.
And the people who went down the mountain, and the warriors who defended it, lost their homeland, and became wandering people.
Traveling north with the frightening refugees, in misery, in a life filled with defilement...
Still, eat up your teeth and put the king's words on your chest for two hundred years.
Some things are as craftsmen.
Some are mercenaries.
We've survived 200 years.
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"… that's our secret. I sit in the legend of the people of Mount Candlestick."
That's what Agnal, the bald-headed (especially) dwarf who blushed with alcohol, said.
"I wasn't even born yet at the time. Lord Glendall..."
The white-haired dwarf, Mr. Glendall, was crying.
There is alcohol in it, but I am really already crying.
After that, I wished for an old story, but they nodded quietly and told me.
Because it's a long story, and the Dwarf Dwarf comes out flat instead of water.
"Non... Non had just become a Kingsguard warrior at the time..."
Snort like a child.
"I can't even fight with the warriors of my predecessors…… just follow my life…… with the people…… Ugh…………………"
Mr. Agnal is looking at Mr. Glendil with care.
"Nor was that an easy one…
It was cold…… I couldn't stand the hard road…… a child…… a child is dying.
I was laughing, trying to encourage people around me, the bright kids are getting tired and tired and I can't even laugh...
Fatigue made me vain, it was just a cold, I couldn't even move............ I stayed, I died. I'm in charge, on the back of Non, dead......!
Sporadic raids of detached demons, aimed at long queues.
discord over scarce food.
Massive numbers of refugees even when they reach the city.
Travelling north is not easy to obtain jobs due to confusion with similar refugees……
"I no longer remember how many people died, etc.
…… it is easy to sip mud, scratch the roots of trees, etc.
The young woman sold the spring to give the child a cup of porridge, and some of the men she saw would work and be beaten to death to steal.
Become all bones and skins, even begging imitations………… "
I was listening to it. [M]
To the king's courage, to the grief of the people, if he had also noticed in my eyes, there would have been tears.
"Still, alive.... I'm alive.
Two hundred years, I lived. I managed to live…………. "
Mr. Glendall shrugged.
"So, Lord William.
You've gone so far... so far, put me back in people's hands.
On the contrary, you can even cry along. "
Mr. Glendill looks in the direction of the Iron Rust Mountains… No, the Candles Mountains.
"One day, I can go home. One day, I can go back.
One day we will be able to fulfill the words of our Lord... "
His voice was trembling.
"What a noble thing to believe…… thank you……………"
Thank you, thank you.
Mr. Glendall slowly collapsed into the drowsiness of alcohol as he told me so many times.
Because it's hard to talk about, because it's hard memories, and because I've been pouring strong alcohol over and over again, naturally.
…………
"Lord Glendall would have been delighted to have been revealed inside his chest."
Mr. Agnal said so with his eyes narrowed.
"…… Do you understand? That's what our history means."
"Hard to say...... thank you so much"
"No."
and after such an exchange.
I left Mr. Agnal's mansion.
As I exchanged alcohol, I was obsessed with hearing stories back in the day, and although I hadn't noticed the passage of time - when I went outside, it was already evening.
The Dwarves are also in the process of finishing their work and going home or stopping at a tavern.
I've been thinking a lot.
About the mountain of candles.
About the surviving Dwarves.
Thoughts of then-Daijun Aulvangle.
Or about Brad, Marie, and Gus, who lived their contemporaries.
About the "King of the Upper Kings" to be followed.
The "Great Federation Era" that it was prosperous and peaceful.
… and the prophecy of The King of Hiiragi.
Walking around, thinking about that for the most part...
When I realized it, it was a lot darker. It's night.
Nights in this world are darker than in previous life because of the lack of lights.
Which street is this? and had trouble with the uniquely houses in front, the lights in the tavern caught my eye, so I walked over there.
If you look at the shop sign on the boulder, you'll know what street it is. The size of this city is to that extent.
Then I heard something of a commotion.
The sound of someone beating someone up.
A fight in a tavern? As I quickened my legs, I broke through the door of the tavern and someone slammed at me.
- Take it in a hurry. The reddish braided hair fluttered.
"Ah."
If you look, it's that Mr. Dwarf who's here to see morning workouts.
He was kind of, like, wrecked.