Sanzen no Souru Supina

It was the king who told the monsters to leave.

"Go away, monsters that play with the possibilities while shifting to higher beings." I won't let your whimsical and irresponsible [dream] make this girl [do]. "

The king who came out to shelter, his coat turned.

The crimson long-sleeved shirt blocked the eyes of the monsters that were pouring into Snow.

It was a sign of confrontation.

Snow, sheltered by the shadow of the king's coat, could not see, but it was told that the three people were in contact with each other.

There is a kind of silence between them that makes your ears ache and your spine shiver and your spine get cold.

Snow also knew that the monsters were staring at him.

Now, how long did it last?

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the meadow, and it hardened the trees that stood on the hill.

Snow rushed to the bottom of the dress.

For Snow, who was not wearing underwear, it was maidenly important.

Only the king confronted the monsters with nothing but a long jacket dancing roughly.

The branches of the big tree sound like the wind, as they are called.

And when the gust finally lost its momentum, Snow, who had finally regained his sight, saw the monsters running across the hill, leaving only glowing footprints.

Nani, is that it?

Snow asked, shaking and holding it to the king's hem.

"It's a monster. It's a possible monster." [Doing so] took the potatoes from you. "

The king said it was a visible coercion.

"Visible coercion? Is that how you do it?

"Or maybe the [wish] that was once poured on us was in the" garden (garden) "." It's the first time I've seen them since I got here. "

At this point, Snow finally understood.

Where is this place?

No, if you think about it, the king said it from the beginning.

This is── a garden.

Wait, then I'm right now

Snow trembled as many of the experiences surrounding the "garden" revived.

"Don't worry. This is certainly a" garden ", they are the inhabitants of this world, but this is my territory that I have cut off." I will not harm you, my guest. "

The King promised to hug Snow in a flowing motion.

But Snow's agitation didn't subside.

Snow already knew what the "garden" was like.

This is the home of the Our Lady and the "Virgin of Rebirth."

"Why? Why? Why me..."

"I thought so, but did you know the existence of the──" garden "here?" I'm familiar with it in a logical sense. About the formation of this world and how our dragon race was made to play the role of king. "

The king's body smelled of burning lava.

Snow is acutely aware that he is a real dragon.

I suddenly waved my hand and was overwhelmed by the desire to rush out.

To put it simply, I was in a state of panic.

Haha!

It was then that the king grabbed the back of Snow, who screamed and ran out.

There was a shock that seemed to slip off his shoulder, and his lavish limbs danced in the meadow.

"Wait, Snow." It is dangerous at night. I will protect you. Don't go anywhere. "

"I mean, who is the── king really?" Why are you here?! "

“I told you not to wait. I know your heart which fears me. But it was good to have both for a while now. You've seen it before. This is a part, or" island ", that I cut out from the main body of the huge" garden "during my lifetime. However, the monsters are coming through some kind of route from the mainland, which is supposed to be detached. I'm sneaking in. I can't help you while my eyes are open... but when you're alone, you'll swarm out. It's of that nature. It's the smell of loneliness."

In other words, it's vicious.

While saying so, the king knelt down and paired his eyes with Snow.

So... so Snow managed to calm down.

You mean it's not good, right?

"Don't be alone."

The gentle beating broke Snow.

When I was told such a thing by a beauty like Ashlee, I couldn't stand to be alone.

Snow dependence was a condition that could not be corrected (high intensity).

The immature [Spindle] was throbbing.

"But knowing about the" garden "... how did the king know about the formation of the dragon race? Why did you ask me?"

I asked in an angry and indistinct tone.

Maybe I shouldn't have asked right now.

But being pretended not to know made me irresistibly angry.

I was really angry at myself because I was afraid I shouldn't be alone, but I still didn't like how well my body had been treated by the king while I was crouched down.

Snow bumped into the question of the interlocking protests.

The king's response was perplexing.

"Or there was a hypothesis. Why have we been made a dragon by any thought? But it was only my reasoning and my research. To arrive at an objective fact, we needed someone who could talk about it and test it.”

The king sighed after he had spoken his words.

As if the points had been met.

Yeah, that's why.

"Oh, that's why. That's why I wanted you." Someone like you came here and wanted me to stay. That's why. "

Did you want someone like me?

Suddenly, the shock of a confession of love pierced Snow's chest.

Because the king's eyes were shaking with agitation.

The world passed dusk and went into the night.

The stars fill the sky.

And yet I didn't even hear the bugs.

Instead, Snow saw a lot of glowing eyes.

It is the eyes of the monsters who stare at the king and Snow from a distance.

Let's go.

And the king rose up, and shook his head.

Encourage Snow to follow suit.

Almost as fast as you can run, you're aiming for the hill with your big strands.

Why?

Snow asked as he pulled his hand and nearly fell.

I didn't know what to ask myself.

"How did our dragon race come to play the role of king?" That's what you're asking, isn't it? That was the question that I had been pursuing all my life. Why have we been born and fallen as kings? Who wanted that? For what? "

The king's voice might also have been different from the answer Snow wanted to hear.

But they still had to talk.

It was because I heard the sound of a razor sled and a hoof stepping on a leaf.

"My hypothesis was this: In other words, they offered── us the throne. Everyone in the Old World threw their wish. I hope that the power we have concentrated on will one day be a powerful energy that will lead us beyond the tipping point. I strongly hope that our dragon clan will be able to hold the powerful furnace that generates this [Chikara] as an organ in their body."

Want a furnace that generates the energy that guides us?

Here, let's dare to call it Hope .

"Kibo"

The king finally lifted up Snow, whose stride did not fit him at all, and who tended to lag behind.

Snow felt shy about being touched by a man other than Ashlee, but the tension quickly dissolved.

The serious eyes of the king and the siege signs of the monsters narrowing from the surroundings prompted it.

What does Hope do? What are you doing, [Chikara]? "

"Make them believe."

What are you doing?

"Tomorrow, to live a future that is not guaranteed."

"The organ that generates it. Can the dragon race build such an organ... furnace?"

"There was no need to be a dragon clan." However, as a── result, there could only be a dragon that would allow the organ to be in the body of the bioreactor. The collective unconsciousness of [Everyone] who once wanted this world, and the [Wish] became conscious, "If the garden gathered together and made it into a potty, that's all."

Too often, Snow loses his words.

But I don't know if I'm being told this.

But I knew it was something I had to ask.

Because the king was desperate, and the footsteps towards the hill were already good enough to be called a rush.

Then the humans who entrusted the role of king to the dragons wanted Hope .

"That's right, that's right. You sow." Exactly. I admire you for being so. "

"Well then... when [Everyone] wanted [Hope], there was no such thing as [Hope]."

"You... do you know that much?" Oh, thank God. I'm glad you met my daughter. "

Not to mention being praised by the king.

That was Snow's feeling.

Humans are strongly scorched by things that do not belong to them.

You know better than I do.

The people who once entrusted the figure of the King to the Dragon Clan had lost sight of [Hope].

That's why I strongly [hope] for the organ that generates it, that is, the unwavering [hope] that took the cauldron.

I wonder if you wanted the kings to lead you so vigorously.

"Well, how about that?" No, there was such a [wish]. But I see that as ultimately different. "

The hill is approaching.

The slope was steeper and much more desolate than it had been in the distance.

The king ran up there holding Snow.

Snow's soft feet must have been full of scratches.

Ultimately, Chigau?

Didn't you want me to lead you?

Snow asked at a distance that almost touched the king's neck.

"Yes," the king nodded.

"It's not a mistake to want me to lead you. I don't think so."

But then...

And when they had desired to be kings to us, they refused to be commanded at the same time as the [wish] to be guided. Is it accurate that you wanted to refuse the order? "

If it had been Snow before, the king would not have really known what he was talking about.

But not now.

It was already different.

Snow was well aware of the dark nights of the Transtrim with Ashle, and of the events that changed the fate of the Heriatium's underground library.

The [Wishes] of the people, of the people of history, of those who will never go up on the world stage.

"In other words, you wanted me to be able to live (...) without being instructed or guided by anyone, without being mistaken?" Did you want me to teach you how to navigate your life? "

Snow's voice was a whisper.

But the change in voice was dramatic.

The king opened his eyes and looked at Snow.

Behind her pitch-black eyes, a golden iris glowed like a heavenly ring on a solar eclipse day.

"You... really..."

"I might know, that's about it." About the Man-made One who guides us. "

Snow said so in a trembling voice that I didn't know where it came from, and the king almost simultaneously climbed the ridge of the hill.

Snow forgot to breathe in the landscape seen from there.