Sevens

A third generation memory room.

There was once a stretch of territory ruled by the Walts. It has an idyllic view and walks with the third generation in such a view. In the realm at dusk, there was some loneliness but it looked beautiful.

The third generation, looking at such a territory.

'I also saw Baym and the big cities, and I think it's amazing. In fact, I'd like to live in Aramsarth or something. It must be a dream time to kill time in the library every day.'

The third generation, who liked to read and had no impression of being righteous in one way or another, was smiling while walking.

'But nothing, but I liked this land. My brother would have inherited it if I had.'

Dewey Walt, the eldest son of the second generation, had been killed by demons at an early age by acting to protect the third generation. For that reason, the third generation was succeeded by Slay Walt.

"Do you regret the third generation?

Then, the third generation nodded with a smile.

'I've done it many times if you regret it. But, you know, I noticed that one time. It's bad for Brother Dewey to regret not moving forward, right? I was going to die of aging, so I was going to regret it a lot when I was free. But come on, a lot of people do extra things. "

The third generation exhaled, looking up at the sky. There were clouds floating in the orange sky.

Around, the inhabitants who have finished their field work are on their way home.

"That was a good place, wasn't it?"

When I say that, the third generation seems happy.

'Oh, that was a good place. The first generation was cut open, the second generation was ready, and there's not much I could have done. "

And the third generation looked back slowly at me.

"When I died in battle, I was already sorry. I had to teach Marks a lot, and my grandson wanted to see it. I wanted to be a cheerful predecessor after I finished replacing Marks early. Spend some time reading watching Marks in trouble. 'Cause all the best old age plans have gone crazy.'

He's really going to think about that, he's just actually going to think about it a lot, and the third generation without a grasp laughs.

'But Marks was also seen getting splendid. It's good to see a grandson with a lot of problems like the fifth generation. "

"Lots of problems, is it? Well, I can't deny it."

The fifth generation, which had a lot of difficulty, was determined to abandon itself and avenge itself. Thanks to this, family relations are in jeopardy. However, if the third generation had lived, it might have turned out more differently.

"If the third generation were alive, the fifth generation might not have had a hard time."

But the third generation disagrees.

"How about that? As a result of the struggles of the fifth generation, the Walt family was able to get a strong ministerial corps. And we also gained a powerful army, which became fearful around us. If I had been here, I'd have misled Norali, and there might not have been a Walt now."

I tilted my neck as I listened to the third generation.

"Really? The third generation and the fourth generation and the fifth generation... with all of them, it seems like things can be done."

The third generation laughs.

'I don't have that. Besides, if I had, the fifth generation would have chosen a different path, and whether it had become so splendid. Well, your personal life could have made you happy. Thinking so, I did something really bad.... No, it's not my fault! It's that bastard's fault! Damn, I should have hit him harder. Ha, I want to hit you again'

He's called the righteous general, but he has a grudge against Bansaim. Fact is, it could be something like this.

After the third generation I walked out again, my surroundings gradually darkened. Looking up at the sky, the stars start to look like flickers.

"The world doesn't get what it wants. The fifth generation might not have thought that if I hadn't made myself stronger. [M] Same goes for Marks. He might have been more of a boy."

"You said you could work all that hard because you don't have a third generation? That's sad."

'Really? I can tell you that's right. I have to be independent one day. Well, as a parent, you want to spoil me, or I'm wondering if there's a part of me that really speaks out. Sometimes, from a kid's point of view, it's May. "

The third generation starts talking about their thoughts. It was a relationship with the second generation.

"The second generation was a fine man. But if it's in a position to rule one village, so be it. He said he was barbaric about the first generation, but honestly, the second generation, which is a knight, uses a grand bow or tweezer, which is repugnant from all around him. But I can't even say that in a landscape way. I couldn't afford it. But even if I could afford it, the second generation was practicality oriented."

I can't say that's bad. However, there were also disadvantages. aristocratic society. Especially when they had interactions with their surroundings, they tended to be insulted.

Still, the second generation didn't let go of the bow.

"If you had chosen a bow to protect your first generation's back, it might have been a lot. But the bigger the territory, the bigger the cons, right? So I didn't follow the instructions of the second generation. I took the sword because there was an appeal that I was a good nobleman in my generation."

I tilt my neck as I put my arms together.

"Is that what it is? Does that change your relationship with your surroundings?

'Cause it looks important. If it's practical, I'll have a bow, too. Well, more jury knights, more soldiers. It's one of the reasons I don't need to have a bow anymore.'

I wondered why the third generation was talking like this. Seems like you're wasting your time, and that's the third generation you're not. Doesn't that make any sense?

That's what you think.

'... people can change according to circumstances. But, you know, it's hard to be solid when you're old. So I figured substitution was important. If I'd ever spoken up, the next generation wouldn't grow up.'

The surrounding scenery darkens. But the moon's light was strong and the surroundings weren't dark. The full moon was beautiful.

"Lyell, I have a few hypotheses about treasure balls.

A third generation looking up at the moon talks about the treasure balls.

Is that a hypothesis?

'That's right. Well, you can think of me as paranoid. Mr. Septem, who created the treasure ball, may not have intended it. But you said you could. [M] Give Lyell his body back.'

Reminds me of what I said. He was the one who didn't know until the end, but he told me to give it back because it was my body. In fact, I don't know if I could have done that.

"I understand remembering the skills of the historical contemporaries. In fact, that's what balls are for. Does it just make sense to be a treasure ball and reproduce it precisely to our memories? Worst case scenario, I don't need will. Show me the sight you're using and let me explain, and that'll be enough. '

"Sure if you ask me. But then the third generation of hypotheses..."

"- I think it's about remembering the memories, the will, and everything at the time, and taking away the body of the owner. He thinks balls have their abilities restricted. '

When I stopped, the third generation stopped.

"If that's true, there's a reason why the historical masters disappear."

'What the treasure ball wanted back was the original Lyell. And maybe we really just wanted him to inherit his skills. Well, if the treasure balls have a will, we're talking about. I know there is, but I'm not sure about that. It doesn't matter now.'

I leaned down and looked up. The third generation looked serious.

"Then what about Ceres?"

"Maybe Agrissa wants Celeste's body. No, a vessel? It's easy to react to blood relatives, maybe because it's more convenient."

When I heard voices from the treasure balls, the Historical Lord had made statements that he had realized I was a blood relative. I see the third generation.

"The third generation - didn't everyone else think about taking over their bodies or something?

"Us? No way. I can't believe I'm going out now... No, I want to read a lot of books and stuff from this day and age. I'd love to read about it now, as if I were going to live in an Aramsarth library, but I'm not going that far on a boulder. 'Cause it's not our time.'

The third generation laughs, walks out again. The third generation looked like he was smiling as I followed him in a hurry.

"Nevertheless, I'm the goddess."

"Arre?"

'It's what you call a goddess, and it's what has caused me trouble. Mr. Septem's story, he's obviously giving too much to waste his residents the other way around. Agrissa's in the Septem line, isn't she? No, it's what you really did.'

Third generation with no respect for the goddess. Well, even for me, knowing all the facts makes me want to lean my neck.

And gradually the sky began to light up. It looked like a memory room, and the morning sun was about to rise whether it had nothing to do with time or anything.

Third generation says.

'Well, let's hope the unpleasant predictions don't go wrong. Lyell, if Ceres is about to be taken over by Agrissa, do whatever it takes to take him down before he does. It's hard to even think that Ceres could easily take over your body. And when you're really going to lose -'

I nodded.

"I know. I'll try not to. Well, it's a doctrine where we don't have a fight we can't win. I think I can win, so I'm challenging Ceres to fight."

The third generation seemed happy, and even then sad.

'That's right. It is foolish to fight recklessly. Well, even idiots are good. A real hero can be a fool. Like the first grandfather, isn't that the type?

Lyell, our ancestor - our ancestor - who beat Agrissa and was murdered by Bansaim. Sure, it was that hand type.

Third generation, he shrugged his shoulders and sighed.

'Not at all, I wonder if heroes come out like stories. There is a foolish, strong and fitting hero who defeats the treacherous and outrageous Ceres. That would have made it easier for Lyell.'

"Right. If I had someone like that, I'd give up my current position. Thorough support, Nowem and I will plow in the fields on some distant land after the war... no, shall we get excited in the village? It must be devastating."

The third generation nodded, "That's a good life, isn't it? Because I have less responsibility," he said, agreeing with me.

Really - would a hero come out? I'm sure you'll do better than me, and help a lot of people.

'Well, shall I teach you my skills? Well, it's hard to handle for the difficulty, and that's an indescribable skill that can be abused. The second stage [control] - and the third stage [dream]. Now Lyell should be able to use it once the conditions are in place'

I nodded as I looked at the third generation of faces.

And when the skill inheritance ends, the sky lights up all at once.

"It's dawn. Take it to Lyell and hope this becomes dawn. I guess I'll just disappear.... Ah!

Suddenly the third generation screams, I'm surprised.

"What is it, suddenly? Is there anything you've forgotten?

The third generation had a serious look on his face and he was sweating when he covered his mouth with his right hand. He opened his eyes, then looked up to heaven and covered his face with his right hand.

'Oh, my God. The Best Ryer Award has not yet been decided. I have a few nominations. But I'm the only one on the selection panel... and I can't believe I'm leaving so much to worry about... what a bad guy I am!

I dropped my shoulder looking at a deliberate third generation. The blue sky expands and the sun is warm. Clouds flowing slowly, idyllic sights all around - in such occasions, this man is always the same.

Or he never bothered to decide. I somehow understood why.

"... you didn't deliberately decide, did you? Doesn't it feel like that's the time?"

'... do you understand? The boulder is the secret of the Walt family, where everyone worked out. Looks like you don't have to worry anymore. Well, as far as I'm concerned, there's too much going on, and Lyell thinks he deserves the best of Briel. You're the Lyle in the Lyle! Even if you choose Dre for the Best Ryer Award and your opinion is broken, this is the only unanimous decision!

You're the one who says things like that, but you're not me, are you, Lyell? Really, this guy to the end. That's what I thought, the third generation was smiling.

'That's what I'm giving Lyell. Just a little more, explore the sincerity from their words. Whoa, looks like time has really come. Lyell, do your best about Nowem. "

Shortly afterwards, I was upset.

It was between the round tables if you noticed.

On the round table, seven silver weapons float where the chair once was. The only chairs left are mine and behind them is the door, which is the entrance to the memory room.

All the other chairs were gone, as was the door, which was the entrance.

Looking up at the ceiling, a large blue sphere glowed, and all twenty-four little blue balls glowed around it.

I got all my skills.

All weapons are in place.

It's just that all the historical masters are gone.

That's all I've been crying about.

- I missed nobody. Historical contemporaries who treated me as a grandfather, as a parent, as a brother, as a friend, and sometimes as a teacher. They're all gone.

However, if you think they admitted that, I would have been happy to. Still, it's a sad feeling coming out of my chest.

It was so May.

I hated it so much.

It was so... fun, but it's all over.

Sit slowly in the chair. No, I collapsed, close to. Covered his face with both hands, and hid his own crying face. From who? I don't know for myself.

It was taken away by Ceres, and in the end, no memory came back. All I have right now is memories of my historical contemporary relationship with me as a family.

They weren't the perfect people.

Everyone had problems.

Plus, there were a lot of useless parts.

Still, I counted on you. You supported me with your knowledge and skills.

"There's something about Nowem, but you can't think about it anymore. Why is my chest so painful? I've been through so many breakups before."

Every time I disappeared one by one, I got something. But I was so sad when I ran out of things to lose.

And I remember the third generation of words.

"Those words of the third generation -"

Lyell in Lyell - Wasn't this word a third generation encouragement? Me before I was deprived of my memory, and Lyell, whose predecessor, Nowem, persists. Put them together and say I'm the real thing... that I'm the one who admits we're the real thing.

I looked up and saw the third generation of seats. There is no floating third generation figure there. What was floating instead was a bladeless sword. Reaching out, the pattern floats here.

When I gripped it, I saw a thin razor blade.

It seemed like a third generation with no grasp, unseen, and a troublesome sword that was freely adjustable in length. When I gripped it, I finally understood what the third generation wanted to say.

Wipe my tears with my left hand and I'll let go of the sword pattern in my right hand.

"... watch. Because I'm everyone's secret. I'll make sure you do it."

I put my consciousness back into reality from within the treasure ball.