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A typical afternoon with nothing to do. She is lying in bed, enjoying the sunshine falling through the window.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sleepy feeling as much as I can.

Then, a knock knock knocks on the door to the starroom wakes him up in a daze.

“.. ”

Zahan still woke up slowly with his eyes half closed.

Slowly approaches and opens the room door.

“Who are you, Chamberlain? ”

In front of the door was a household butler who was always dressed in an orderly outfit, full of white hair.

“Good afternoon, Sahan. On the other hand, a letter came to Mr. Sahan and he visited. ”

It is always neat and neat like a butler's tone.

Zahan received the envelope he handed over. A white envelope that you can find everywhere.

The recipient is a private residence at Blaze Manor, but the sender is not listed.

“.. who sent this? ”

“I don't know the details either. The mere butler came to me and asked me to pass it on to Mr. Parhan. ”

“Meredith...? ”

When she heard the butler's words, she pondered. A family name I've heard of before.

‘Ah, the Cullins. ’

Cullen's full name was definitely Cullen de Meredith. And the ‘Meredith’ family is quite famous for its classic, patriarchal style that has sparked the Joseon Dynasty.

After remembering it, she bowed her head to the butler.

“Thank you."

The old butler smiled and went back.

After closing the door, Sahan sat on a desk with an envelope.

After tearing the envelope and checking the contents of the letter, it was definitely sent by Curlin.

The content was simple. Being trapped at home is frustrating.I was so sad when my brother fainted that I worried so much that I wanted to see him quickly... A typical letter with a girl's emotion that somehow makes her hands and feet sag.

[…… I can't get back to you in a normal way... That's why I haven't even received your letter in a while... right? So the next time, I want you to leave a letter with Count Meredith's bank in Redon. I can escape at dawn sometimes, so I'll be there to pick it up. I miss you so much. - Cullen.]

“... I never wrote you a letter.”

Forgiveness felt a strange guilt letter filled with her innocence scratched her back neck.

Obviously, it was overrun, but... It must have been a little cold to ignore one person with a kiss like this.

It wasn't that Shahan didn't like Curlin. Rather, every time I saw her, I used to run my chest a lot. It was true that someone was a great beauty. Plus, it's got great growth. Sometimes I felt something in my head.

It was just that there was a woman in his mind who was clearly positioned more than her.

‘.. I'll write you back. ’

But you can't ignore Cullen's heart. Sahan pulls out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer.

“ … ”

But after I get it out, I can only write seven letters, "To Kurdin by Sahan."

If you have received this letter and think about how Sulell Cullen feels, you cannot write it in any way. So it is more burdensome.

I'd like to write a letter to comfort Cullen who is suffering because of his family's wisdom... But it's not that easy. I thought writing was harder than words. The forgiveness was a little cautious because the sudden relief of writing could hurt me unknowingly.

“Hmm...”

He was lost in thought. After some time of deliberation, he began writing down a few letters.

But what he wrote down was more like a "poem," rather than a "letter."

Since childhood, Saehan has lived a life quite closely with poetry.

It was because your parents were so emotional that you were married. And my father was a language teacher.

That's why I read a lot of marriages in childhood.

I stopped after I started the trail, but there were quite a few poems I wanted to imprint on right now because of the memory I had read dozens of times and the intelligence I had gained moderately.

He wrote down one of those poems. It begins with the sentence, 'Flowers swayed,' and, ’Where are the flowers that bloom without being swayed?’

Sahan thought that this poem could comfort Kurlen's situation with a light heart.

It's not because writing long letters is annoying and hard. Poetry consisting of two kites rather than a hundred lines of writing can touch the heart much warmer, making it self-rationalizing.

[Thank you for the letter.

Let me write this down thinking about you.

I thought it would be better than arranging the letters dizzily long.

It's not enough.

I hope it's some consolation to wrap you up a little bit. - Forgiveness for Cullen.

Waving Flowers.

Where are the flowers that cannot be shaken or bloomed?

There are no beautiful flowers in the world.

Straighten the trunk as it shakes.

…

…

Flower Goi in the Rainwater

And so it was.

Hope to bleed without getting wet

Where are you?]

“Hmm. ”

Zahan glanced again at the finished poem written on the paper. I changed the term "love", which can be too blatant, to "hope." That's not bad. Though it was a little prickly to say he wrote it... I've lost my conscience about it for a long time now.

He nods and gets up from the chair.

* * *

Sahan is busy walking through the halls of the mansion to go to the bank where he can send a letter with an envelope in one hand.

The bank had to walk a little further from the mansion, so his face was annoying.

I'm not the owner of the house, so I can't call a wagon for this kind of personal business.

“Mr. Sahan?”

He grabs the huge mansion door hook to get out of the mansion, and Armada finds him and approaches.

“Yes?”

Sahan pauses for a moment to look at her, opening the door hook.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to send that letter. ”

He looks at the envelope in one hand and says.

“Hmm? What side are you on? Love letters?”

“Yes?.. No. It's not.”

It was a little pricked by what she said.

It's not, it's not a love letter, it's a love letter, but it's not a group.

“Hmm...”

Armada glances at him for a moment and opens the door to the mansion.

“... what are you doing? ”

“You have to go to the bank anyway, right? I just had something to do with you. You want to come with me?”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing? It's not coming out. ”

Armada rushes him out, holding the door open.

“Yes. ”

Sahan followed her out of the mansion.

My heart is pounding for some reason.

The two of them walked the forest side by side. Blaze's mansion was strangely far from the city.

The ancestors, like the Wizard family, built a mansion to find the highest concentration of Mana in the Earl's Palace, and conserved everything except the area where the mansion was built.

Due to the nature of the mansion surrounded by forests, this forest path was the only way into the city.

In a forest full of trees standing thick as cover the sky. A paved road in the middle.

A faint harmony of sunlight that burns between the good wind and the leaves that blow between the recording.

“It still has a nice view. ”

Sahan walked the path, enjoying the scenery.

“Right? Sometimes it's not so bad to walk like this. ”

“Yes, it is. It's good to be here. ”

“... but what did you write in that letter? I don't want to know.Are you walking with your arms like that on purpose? ”

“Yes or no? It's just... it's nothing. I wrote a poem. ”

Sahan smiled and told me. You're right to write poetry.

“… poetry? Do you like that, Mr. Sahan? ”

“What? No, I don't like it. It's just a hobby. Why do you say that? Poetry is a letter of emotion. Try a quiet tasting later. ”

“Phew, but I'm not that sentimental.”

Armada said as if he didn't like the poem. The job of a picky, rational wizard and an emotional poem were different.

Forgiveness smiles bitterly.

“Can I show you later? ”

“No, thank you. ”

Unyielding refusal. The graceful forgiveness scratches the back of his neck for no reason and focuses on his steps.

“ … ”

The gaze that pours into the city for a long time is not a joke. Zahan was quite proud of it, but also burdened.

There is only one reason why he gets so much attention from so many people. It's because of the beautiful woman next to him, Armada.

But she's just walking side-by-side with an innocent look on her face.

I stare at this side a few times a second. Whether it's a boy or a girl. The emotions mixed with those eyes are 'curiosity’, 'doubt’, 'insanity’, etc., all have negative meanings.

“Oh, there it is. Mr. Armada, I'm going into the bank first. ”

Sahan pointed to the bank as it opened its eyes.

“Yes, but when does the job end? I think it'll take me about 30 minutes.”

“Hmm, I think I'll take that, too. ”

He replied naturally. It can't take half an hour to write a letter.

Armada, of course, knew that, but only said a few words with a quiet smile.

“They say it takes 30 minutes to write letters these days? ”

“Something like that? ”

“Haha...”

The two smiled, facing each other.

Shahan liked being with her just like she is now. It makes me strangely comfortable when I'm with her.

The maturity and kindness you feel in her must still be particularly close to an imperfect forgiveness.

“Then wait on the square bench until I'm done. ”

“Yes, I will. ”

“I'll see you then!”

Zahan waved to Armada on his way to do my job and went into the bank.

* * *

“’Baron Meredith.

Stored in banks in the city of Redon.

The recipient is Color Lock, correct? ”

At the banker's words, she nodded.

“Yes.”

“Ground delivery is estimated to take 7-8 days, 5 silver, 1 to 2 days for teleport and 25 silver. ”

“... bam. ”

It's just a letter, but it's filthy expensive. Zahan kicked his tongue once and handed him 25 silver. But you'd better send it as soon as you can.

“I got 25 silver. Shipper is' sorry ’. Isn't that right?"

“Yes.”

“Yes, it has been processed. ”

“... is it over? ”

Zahan was puzzled and asked. It's been less than three minutes since I entered the bank.

“Yes, is there anything else you need to do? ”

“No, no, no. Take care."

Zahan walks out of the rubble.

Sahan came out of the bank and walked around, walking to the square that Armada had mentioned.

It's called the Plaza of Fire. A plaza with a name that seems to save the concept of Earl Blaze.

The statue of the central fountain that will appear in any square is quite impressive.

Sahan slowly looked around. There are a lot of people on the weekends, just like on Earth.

Families hanging out, lovers dating, vigilantes walking around busy somewhere, groups of guys hanging out... Most people are crowding together.

Zahan sighed and sat on a bench nearby, as Armada said.

“Phew!”

There's still plenty of time for her to get here.

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The poem written by Saehan last week cited the poem 'Waving Flower' of the Poet of Doom.

The full capacity has increased by about 7KB... but if you look at the deleted area and don't see it, it's not too much. It's the same part.

Oh, and if you put the poem up like that, you're going to have a problem with copyright, right? Is this going to be a problem if you keep cutting and lifting?

Does anyone know the details?