Sevens

"Peace? Suddenly you won't know what to say. I mean, what about you?

In the courtyard of Rufens Royal Castle, Aria was practicing, a routine. That look of waving a spear and sweating was just rough before.

But now I feel a little tinted. Nearly two years after we met, you'd say Aria's grown, too?

"My peace?

Aria asked me about peace, and on the other hand, I put my arms together. Slightly down, I speak my mind honestly.

"If the training ground doesn't happen, it'll be peaceful for now."

Within the treasure balls, the third generation had a big laugh.

'Ahahahahaha, it's certainly a dead and alive issue!

Whose fault do you think this happened? Well, it's also my responsibility, so it's not just the responsibility of the historical masters.

Aria was wiping her sweat with a towel as she looked at me like she pulled me. towel on his shoulder, and pierce the spear to the ground.

"... shouldn't I think about that after it's all over?

"I don't care if they say it's all over... you see, basically even if you beat Ceres, the problem is after you win. I'm sure you'll be very busy."

I wanted to think about what I could think of right now.

Aria looks at me.

"Well, you can't imagine being told peace or something. Because there was a skirmish somewhere every year even when I was in Bansaim. When there were thousands of wars on the border, the names of active knights and children used to say,"

From day to day, it was natural that there was a battle going on somewhere. Aria has the look of peace.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to think about it after I beat Ceres. Because if you don't win, that's just what you're thinking."

That's for sure. I thought so. I shrugged my shoulders. And Aria says.

"So? You made up with Nowem? I don't care if they fight."

"I'm not fighting anything."

When Nowem and I got along badly, Aria, who said she was in trouble, pointed her mouth a little.

"You know what? Nowem balanced things out because he's closest to you. If anything happens there, what about Nowem... is his ability to speak? The target becomes weaker. I don't know if you're pushing your daughter-in-law into a lot of places like this."

That's troublesome. I thought so. I decided to talk to Nowem.

Nowem's room.

The Valkyries stood guard and temporarily kept Nowem under house arrest. There are many jobs that I would have liked to have done, but now I have both holidays and stayed in my room.

When I came to my room, Nowem started preparing tea.

"I'm not ready for a treat. Shall I ask for it?

The rooms used by Nowem are cleaned but have little luggage like Nowem brought in.

In retrospect, Nowem only bought the minimum he needed. I have given various small items, but I took care of them.

"No, just tea. No. And... it was before."

It looked like Nowem's hands stopped being able to fry the tea. The third generation in the treasure ball also exhibits a reaction.

"Is it unusual to see Nowem upset, or do you care so much?"

Nowem, who prepared his tea silently for a while, opened his tea by sipping his own prepared tea as he sat on the couch.

"... are the contemporaries of history also listening?

The third generation did not answer the gaze directed at the treasure ball.

"Now only the third generation remains. The others... they put a lot of work in my hands."

Then Nowem smiled just a little.

"You did your part. That's good. It's just a little shame. I wanted to see you."

Within the treasure balls, the third generation is with Bosoli.

'I don't think I should see you, though. Because there are so many mysterious parts.'

I decided to ask Nowem what he wanted to hear in order to move away from the treasure ball story.

"That's right, Nowem. Is it bad if I go for peace?

When Nowem dropped his gaze on the cup he held in his hand, he began to talk about pounding, pounding, pounding.

"Master Lyell, what is peace?

"You're vague and you don't understand. Well, I asked myself and the people around me, and I got the answer that it was peace with me and my surroundings. Maybe you're only conscious of what's familiar to you."

If there is peace between itself and its surroundings, surely other things are fires across the shore. How many humans are there that don't?

"It's an illusion to say peace. Right. It's like a cloud. It looks like it's there, and I can't even actually grab it. Flush in the wind and change shape. It has little shape."

I'm against Nowem.

"So you say we shouldn't go for it?

Nowem looked up. That's a serious look.

"... if someone else says so, it will be done with a worldly myth. However, if Master Lyell put it in his mouth, that would have a huge impact on the future. Lord Lyell's words have been misinterpreted, used to the benefit of future generations of humans, and he has been deceived."

You're not that great, are you? Well, if you aspire to be an emperor and get that chair, you will certainly have a name in history.

But is that it?

"Many say it's demons and thieves, even if we don't keep fighting in vain forever. Can we at least go for a little more peaceful world? And I don't know what's going on in hundreds to thousands of years."

That's it, Nowem looked at me and laughed powerlessly.

"Let's say if we unite the continent and Lord Lyell has done good governance. The continent has developed in many ways, and thousands of years - no, people can be on the moon in hundreds of years. No, if Professor Damian or Monica from Automaton is serious, we'll be able to get to the moon in a few decades. Those worlds...... Lord Lyell thinks demons and thieves can be a threat?

From within the treasure balls, with a serious voice.

"The moon... I'm a romantic. It would be nice to have a raven on the moon. If you had a fifth generation, you would have been ecstatic. Can you talk to a rabbit on the moon?

... I want you to shut up.

"The moon. Well, if Damian's serious, he's going to be able to do a lot of things. But he's a pervert on that street, so I don't think he's interested."

Nowem looks sad looking at me.

"No, Professor Damian's wish would come true if he went to the moon, wouldn't it? Precisely, I think it's going to go a long way. There's still an ancient facility there."

"An institution? Isn't that a relic?

I opened my mouth in surprise, but that's not what I want to hear.

- How does Nowem know that? ――

Memories of evil gods? With that in mind, Nowem drank his tea again and missed his gaze from me.

"I'm sure you've heard a lot within the treasure balls. How far have you known?

I told you honestly.

"As much as Nowem is taking over the memory of Nowem, the evil god - and Ceres is taking over the negative memory of Septem, the goddess. And why your clan kept supporting my clan in the shadows."

Nowem smiled.

"If you know that much, you talk fast. Yes. Master Lyell has the right to have the continent in his hands. The time has come for the Walt family to take back everything that was once taken by Bansaim."

When I drink tea, the third generation doesn't seem interested in the treasure ball.

"... but you can't even have your ancestors taken from you, can you? I think Bansaim would be pissed off if he told me he was entitled to it. I mean, if you're in the opposite position, what are you saying? I see. Well, I still lend my wisdom to let Lyell win. Prosperity and decline are like a set. '

"You can't see the story. After all, what does that have to do with peace?

Nowem has no expression for me.

"I do. Humanity, which once flew out of the earth and extended its sphere of life to the moon - because it perished loosely in peace. It's all gone. And by Lord Lyell's hand, that doom could happen again."

I was surprised, my hands trembled. The tea that was left in the cup swayed, and I looked at Nowem and breathed.

"Destroyed? No, well... Sure, ancient civilization is doomed, but total annihilation is on boulders."

If we're wiped out, what the hell are we? Then Nowem had a dim grin.

"You can tell me. How could mankind have been wiped out? It's a very stupid story, and it's not even funny. That's just what I'm trying to say. It wasn't just the prosperity of mankind that brought peace, it was the end to be avoided most as a species of annihilation."

When I tried to open my mouth to ask Nowem, the door to the room was knocked on with great momentum. Looking back at the door in surprise, Shannon said before responding.

"La, Lyell!

"Hey, what the fuck! You're a little surprised! Stop it. Stop being such a violent knock at that time!

I was afraid of Nowem's face with a dark grin. Beautiful, but that was extra scary. And I felt silent pressure to be ready if I wanted to hear any further. From there my heart was pulsating to the point where I could hear the sound of a surprising knock.

"Nowem, come too! Monica told me something new was in there! Ser, Ser..."

I heard Celeste's name and got up off the couch.

You're attacking me at this time? Because I thought so.

The gathering was not in the conference room but in the dining room we used.

There were Monica and Valkyries, painting on paper. Monica and Valkyries drawing in detail as if they were painters, but the creeps beat the painting more than the artistry.

Monica stops when I arrive. Shannon hid behind me when he saw the paintings Monica and the others had written.

"Hih!"

What was depicted there was just hell.

"What the hell is this?"

When I took one of them, everyone gathered stood face to face. Monica tells me.

"This is information from the Valkyries we dispatched. Looks like you built Meisel Walt's grave. Looks like a massive object, plus tens of thousands of people drove out and did the work. There must be hundreds of thousands of people involved."

It's also surprising to gather manpower at this time of year, but whatever you think if you move people on that scale, there's a problem with the harvest. I guess it didn't just attract people from urban areas. I seriously don't understand what Ceres is doing.

"Grave?... Hey, wait a minute. Then what is this painting? Why is your father here?

Monica's a real face. It doesn't feel like joking to me. Well, I wouldn't be comforted like this.

"If you're right, you're definitely Michelle Walt - the father of the chicken bastard."

There was a picture of my father visiting his grave. And for a different painting...

"And this is the situation then. We bury those who have taken part in the work alive so that we do not miss them."

Anyway, it was disgusting. How can you do this?

If you have those questions, look at the picture Nowem has of me.

"... that's a skill created by Septem. Apparently, I'm starting to be able to use multiple skills."

I'll look at Nowem.

"What skills? No way, you brought your father back to life!

Do you have the skills to do that? If that's what you think, Nowem says to me.

"Dear Lyell, both goddesses and evil gods, that's just what people call it. We don't have that much power. Supposedly extracting and reproducing records from some of the bodies. Can I call it a puppet of a skill user?"

I didn't come back to life. While I'm sorry, I thought that would be all right.

Miranda divides the spot.

"... let's tell the countries around Bansaim this. This is insane. It would be a great name to defeat Bansaim."

The third generation is against me.

"Lyell, Miranda thinks Lyell is depressed, and she's partitioning this place for me. Don't forget that. And... that's too much to talk about. Ancients are just wiped out. And I know a lot about you, Nowem... why don't we talk a little bit? '

I agreed with the third generation. I turned my gaze to Miranda.

"Bad. I should have told you. Monica, gather the materials. And, Eva."

"Hey, what?

To Eva with the blue face, I say.

"... spread the song. Ask them to sing the bansheim outrage. Let's get some money for that. I'm sorry, but I'll use whatever's available."

Before Ceres went too far, like giving us a big name, I got a lot more anxiety.