Seirei no Moribito

"Lynn, wait, Lynn!

It's memories of distant days.

A small, luxurious young Emilia, who floats entirely from her surroundings and chases after her young phosphorus, who herself was also rejecting others.

Running to Lynn, who stood still, desperately moving her little leg, but with a full grin, Emilia puts up a bouquet of flowers in her hands, forgetting to even breathe in an excited way.

"Look! There was a flower garden in the shade of a backyard tree! From there, I picked flowers! So, yes! I'll give it to Lynn!

Emilia was just desperate these days.

Starting to know the brutal reality, Emilia had been asked so much as to say no to how distorted and unpleasant Lynn was in this village.

A traitor's son, an ominous being involved in the murder of his real grandfather.

Never let him near you.

Yes, Emilia was just desperate to make Lynn laugh because her parents told her so many times that she still wanted to be beside Lynn and no longer smile.

Not knowing what to do, saddened by her surrounding gaze, and bewildered, Emilia laughed all the time in front of Lynn.

Emilia never blamed Lynn once.

Lynn breaks her promise to push Emilia aside, hides her figure, ignores her, whatever means she has, Emilia immediately grins and pulls Lynn away just to give her a slightly swollen look.

Ridinal Eileen, a.k.a. Lynn.

Only Emilia called it that, and just Emilia had a look on her face that she could barely tell was a grin.

Emilia was always happy not to break the rugged or faceless look and still the trivial change in expression that Lynn showed.

If Lynn laughs, Emilia laughs more and wants to see that laugh. Emilia has done a lot to please Lynn.

A view at the foot overlooking the hills just a short walk down the street.

Fantastic figure of spirits drifting ahead following the river where the water wheel turns.

Old ruins and timeless murals in the deep woods of the back mountain.

The famous heroic stories that the pedestrians tell and never get tired of.

A technique called secret art in a cave hidden by witchcraft.

Ask Lynn out, sometimes forcefully, and even though Emilia gets caution not to go to such a dangerous place by herself, Lynn always laughs at the end and tells Emilia it's there.

Lynn was delighted with Emilia's best efforts.

Rejected by everyone within the narrow world of Lynn, not just his grandfather, he scorned his parents as traitors, blindly reached out from his beloved "Spirit Tree” and Iselia, realizing reality and running to vengeance.

Because the rough heart, which is still going to be broken and gone, was saved by Emilia.

Emilia was the only one on Lynn's side.

Yes, Lynn has thought many times that it would be better if she didn't want to get involved, because she would keep Emilia away but end up obsessed with Emilia, so she knows herself.

Even this time, yes.

I can see that Emilia worked hard to make it for Lynn, with a bouquet of color-picking flowers in front of her and dirty little hands with dirt and flower pollen, etc.

Because Lynn knows Emilia's hard work because she can't hide the effort she's trying to hide like that.

"... thanks, Emilia"

In the end, I receive a bouquet of flowers and Emilia's feelings that I don't need for “revenge".

'Yeah, you're welcome!

And I realized it was only because I wanted to see that innocent, backless, pure, dazzling grin that Lynn couldn't turn Emilia down, after disappearing from before her.

"... Ho, ho...!

breathlessness, dizziness and intense severe pain piercing the heart and hallucinations that tighten the mind and.

Trying to unconsciously spit something up her throat, so Lynn started and noticed.

It was a chunk of blood stuck in her throat, spitting it out onto the ground and wiping the tears floating in her eyes, before Lynn raised her face.

"Here, is..."

The only space ahead that consisted of dirt, as if in a cave, was the one that let his gaze circle as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

The ceiling is surprisingly high, there is still room for sword-wielding, the walls grow stripped stones and moss, the ground is hard but slightly damp,

"Oh, did you notice, boy"

Acknowledging Cain's appearance among the light sources illuminated by Cantera, Lynn recalled what had happened earlier.

challenging the “Rainbow Wings," Emilia was sacrificed, and

"Huh, Emilia is...!

I'm here.

At the end of the light source, in the middle of the open space, Emilia was in a coffin made of ice.

No, I was on eternal sleep.

Lynn rushes over to Emilia, who is not in pain, or pessimistic, but just has a peaceful, serene look on her face, hands quietly on her cheek.

"... cold..."

That's it, I get it.

Because I've killed and hurt people many times before, because I felt death close to me, and because I knew that this cold was something peculiar to the dead.

"... Emi, Leah..."

Emilia's dead, and I know it's been hours.

Tears streamed down Lynn's cheek, falling as if holding her body,

"... sorry... sorry Emilia..."

However, all I could do was weep and weep with mourning for her death and tightening my heart with pain and regret.

I mourn and mourn Emilia's death so much that I can't even think of Lynn today, even the simple question that I should have died, the hatred and the passion that was swirling around my chest.

"... Emilia...!

And I find it unforgivable at the same time.

The Protector who took her, the Spirit Tree, made his own choices that led him to renounce even protecting her.

At that time, hatred arose before pessimism, and I just waved my sword as an impulse,

"... Hey, Emilia..."

When you calm down, how vain and stupid that is.

"... how could I be so weak...?

I am reminded of how tiny and helpless I am.

From the beginning, I knew this path wasn't even busy.

Use it as an excuse to fulfill your ultimate desire to live because you can't abandon hate and want to live with just one wrong hope.

I knew it all.

"... I'm sure I was“ broken ”from the beginning."

Otherwise, Emilia would still have laughed.

Lynn and Emilia. The two of us live quietly in that cramped but mediocre village, live normally and be happy, and sing a questionable but just peaceful routine to the world.

"... fantasy or delusion. I'm sure the latter... I wanted to be on my own when I was unhappily drunk. I rejoice in crazy thoughts while I'm sane, I'm saddened to kill my enemies while I hate them, and I want to be sympathetic to what a pitiful, sad person they are... oh, I don't know who I am anymore"

Revenge with hatred, hearts that hurt stir up consciences, emotions that you want to protect create complex moods to open a new curtain of tragedy.

What the hell does Lynn think and think?

I don't know one thing about myself.

Do you want revenge? Do you just want to cry out? Do you want to be drunk on your unfortunate self? Do you want sympathy from around you?

And what do you want to do now?

Lynn wept, not having the energy or willingness to do anything, just squatting beside Emilia.

Cain, who watched him like that, stared at Lynn with an indescribably intricate look,

"Man is as stupid as ever."

From the rear, a voice hangs.

A voice that can be described as neutral, not high or low.

Lynn looked back into the footsteps engraved with that voice and a constant rhythm,

"... 'Elves', or..."

Characterized by a strange atmosphere halfway through which neither can be affirmed, a neutral boy or youth who can walk with tall or low tall, straight stretched, green-haired brunettes shaking.

of the "Elves," who are off the surface, turned his gaze to Cain with deep, dark lake-like blue eyes,

"Thank you for the inconvenience, Mr. Cain."

"I just worked like a mercenary. I don't care."

"... then let's do that"

Look down faceless at the mask in your right hand and turn to Lynn again.

Unlike Lynn, whose faceless but negative emotions were immediately on his face, he had no facial changes whatsoever.

Even in earlier conversations with Cain, there was not even a trivial change in movement as if he were looking at his picturesque face, and only the emotions in his gaze and words were the only way to manifest his inner heart.

The two, who seem similar and not alike, just gaze at each other's eyes emotionally and apathetically,

"... Elise's misdemeanor, I apologize. Even if they apologize now, I know it's unpleasant."

……

"… and the words I said earlier were not meant for you.... because I have cursed myself in the past."

He said that and lowered his head gently, but really now Lynn is out of her sight without interest.

"... it's like you're looking at your brother"

He shrugged so little as he sighed.

to a changed look only at that moment, Cain opened his eyes and revealed his surprise,

"... but you do regret something like that."

"That's rude. If I didn't regret something, I'd be dead a long time ago."

"... how old the hell are you?

"By the time I spent two hundred years, I forgot. The appearance age is still over twenty... well, it doesn't matter now."

He shakes his head quietly and changes the subject.

"So, Mr. Cain. Your idea is not the same as that of the chief, is it?

"What if I told you it wasn't?

"... are you insane? That's an unconfirmed“ magic ", isn't it? It is like a miraculous success because of the extraordinary magic and skill of the chief, and because you yourself, Mr. Cain, had extraordinary powers. I myself managed to be believed because I made sure with my own eyes... still, I intend to change my mind..."

"None"

"... ok. With the chief, and in honor of you, I swear no further words."

"Helpful.... thanks"

"I don't mind thanking you after you've succeeded"

Her gaze turned downwards as if she had given up on her flaccid tone and back, and Cain turned to Lynn.

Lynn, who was blurring and casually scratching Emilia's hair while listening to the conversation as if it were something else in another dimension, never looked back, even realizing that Cain had stopped behind her feet.

"- What if I told you there was a way to resurrect the dead, what would the boy do?

For a moment, I didn't get the word.

Though he overtook what was absurd, Lynn looked back in momentum with a frivolous and half-hearted look that included a glimmer of anticipation and contempt as to whether Cain knew what it was, and whether it was really possible,

"... what the hell...?

"It means exactly what you say, boy. You might be able to bring that girl back to life."

……

In the dark, he turned his gaze back on Emilia to the words that told him there was still hope because it was Lynn.

Resurrection of the Dead. The method is said to be impossible even with the power of "witchcraft," “spirituality," “magic," and “medicine."

Re-living an already dead human being is an act of blasphemy and an impossible technology, and it is more difficult than making a pseudo "immortality” happen.

No, actually, just because everyone doesn't understand that while watching the dead with those eyes, it's possible to move the dead again in any way.

It's

"... are you going to tell me to reincarnate Emilia as a“ protector "...!?"

It's probably not wrong that the "Red Lotus Wings” Lynn was once dedicated as a "tribute”.

And just because Lynn doesn't know, the woman Cain loved is also a "protector” who was human again.

Transforms the body into a "protector”, a body made up of “spirits” in some way, without knowing the means, plants and moves absolute loyalty to the "spiritual tree”, the faith heart.

As a “wind discipline commissioner” and Iselia's favorite, Lynn was taken by her once to the place.

The birth of the "Protector", the moment the "Spirit” composed of one gathers to give birth to a doll endowed with a certain behavioral suggestion: the "Spirit Tree” faith.

Just a “protector” does not possess intelligence or emotion and is ruled by a vague belief and order system, but “rainbow wings” or Iseria, or "protector of the Spirit Tree” are different.

Only move, feel, think, and worship the "Spirit Tree” as an absolute master.

I have never seen or heard of a tree or its own existence that should be referred to as the body of a "spirit tree" on a boulder, but they are also in a position to receive a direct revelation from the "spirit tree”.

But I've never said a word about the existence of the Spirit Tree, even though I've heard of faith in the Spirit Tree.

The existence of the "Spirit Tree" is certain, and we can confirm that the giant tree that should be regarded as its symbol stands, but we will never see or hear it up close.

Perhaps the contradiction and the existence of a “protector” are involved.

I guess what Cain is saying is not the reincarnation of Lynn into the mere doll she spoke of, the "Protector of the Spirit Tree" with a solid one personality, or those who delude into the "Spirit Tree" into being close to it, is a grieving reincarnation.

Resurrection of the dead, kind of like finding out the contradiction.

As my grandfather once told me and hoped that it would be sad to be reincarnated into a "protector," Lynn has a way to bring Emilia back to life.

But it's...

"... you tell me to let Emilia stop the humans, you...!!"

Because that's what their grief ends up like.

Abandon being a human being and reincarnate into a tool convenient for the Spirit Tree. That can't be happiness.

At least Lynn doesn't want Emilia to give up being human, even if she can come back to life.

Because I know it's crueler, more flirtatious and worse than any other word.

It's like stepping on her thoughts and tarnishing her beliefs that I wanted her to live.

There's no way Lynn can do that.

Never, never.

with the thought of killing. Lynn glanced at Cain, but he grinned halfway as he shook his gaze as troubled,

"... bad, boy. That was a bad word."

Exhale a small sigh and turn to Lynn again.

"The method I propose is not the same as they are. That's the right thing to do. That's what blasphemes the dead... I'm not going to teach you how to do that."

"... then what kind of" devil's sweetheart ”is the only way I can do it?

Lynn gazed at Cain with a mocking grin that looked down on others who were always floating,

"Literally, it's resurrection of the dead (...), boy"

Cain says the word only with a serious look.

There was absolutely no falsehood or joke color there, and on the contrary, Lynn could not trust the word.

"... that the unknown“ magic ”we were just talking about is a way to resuscitate the dead?

"Oh. You're right, boy. You may not believe it... No, you don't, but you're right."

It's the only way you can do it, boy.

Cain, who went on to do so, stares at Lynn's confused emotions, and moves his gaze unexpectedly.

To him, another "elf tribe" hanging “healing techniques” to Elise, who was there from the beginning but didn't notice, Cain leaned closer and slapped his shoulder,

"You remember that the Elves are a long-lived species who signed with the Spirit and gained a pseudo-immortality? And they covenant with the Spirit, and they dwell therein the Spirit. As long as there is no anomaly in the Spirit, neither old nor dead, and those who have become mortal but immortal beings are called the 'Elves'. Most of all, he says he stopped us."

……

"They are human beings but also spirits. A vague and uncertain existence situated between humans and“ protectors "… so they can use“ spiritual art ”and cross on an equal footing with“ protectors ”.“ Spirituality ”is a magic trick that requires the power of the Spirit."

Now, Cain looks back from a far away position to Lynn,

"You already know what I'm trying to say?

"... with the power of the Spirit, resurrection of the dead is theoretically possible. However, at this stage, those who exercise resurrection of the dead must be“ human beings "with“ spirits ”in them… do you want to say that?"

"There is generally no mistake.“ Protectors "can send the spirits who make up themselves straight to the dead and cause them to blow their lives back… saving lives in exchange for their lives. But if this is a human being, the chances of success will change dramatically depending on how much power the Spirit can bring to bear and send to the dead."

Poundy.

The sound of droplets dripping from somewhere echoes, and only Cain's harsh voice woods in a space where the hustle and bustle of the outside world is closed.

"Boy...... Eileen. Can I ask you why the Spirit exists in your body?

……

"... For humans to deal with" spirituality, "they need affection with the" Spirit. "Whether even those who love and love the Spirit can handle“ spiritual art ”is determined by their affection with the" Spirit ”who specializes in its attributes. And, dear, it's complicated and simple."

He shrugged his shoulders gently to Lynn, who was silent without returning words to Cain.

"It takes a lot of effort for those who can't see the Spirit to use Spirituality. You have to build trust with someone you can't see. And there is almost no doubt that humans who can see the Spirit are" spiritual lovers ”. The" Spirit ”is whimsical and has no good or evil. Those who can see are superior to the sensing system or have far more magic... and are commonly referred to as" spiritual lovers ”because the whimsical“ spirits ”are directly involved with those who like them."

"... what, I want to say"

"Boy. In your case, it fits the" Spirit's Beloved "... I can't say anything because I can't see the Spirit, but he says there are a lot of“ micro spirits ”gathering around you hiding themselves. Even though you have been able to perform advanced" spiritual arts "many times, the" microspirits ”have secretly handed over their magic. But what's more puzzling than that is that the little spirits who were handing over magic were inside your body."

……

"The difference between a" micro spirit ”and a" spirit ”is the magnitude of existence, the strength of its power. You are not the same as the Elves, who sign with one being, the Spirit, or the Protector, who is made up of many Spirits. Even though you are a human being, you have a part of your body made up of" spirits "just like" protectors ”and an excess“ spirits ”become“ spirits. ”... you'll only get nasty answers, but if you don't hear this, you can't move on."

Cain lurked his eyebrows in disgust,

"- Boy, who the hell are you (...)?

Lynn didn't immediately return an answer.

However, I returned my gaze toward Cain to Emilia again,

"... can the Elves see through to that?"

Not to mention abominable, but that's what Lynn shrugged.