Tadashi Tanaka (41) Birth of a Kingdom – ‘Medieval Europe Is Too Harsh!’

Thirty-five years have passed since the death of King Weitung.

The kingdom of Lioncool, which was in turmoil, also saw stability as the reign of King Emma Gangyi reduced its dominion to only the Lioncool Basin and northeast Amoros.

And now the dynasty changes to the Benuro dynasty, the reign of Barian II, son of King Emma Rigi.

Rionkur was in peace, albeit in an intermittently contentious turmoil throughout Amoros.

Slightly west of Lionkur territory, there was a figure of an old man in a small monastery in the middle of Mount Sisik.

His name is Lolo. Respectfully, 'the king's squire chief' is called, but there is no surname.

"Thank you so much for asking me what I can't do today"

Lolo kneels down to the old priest, the head of the monastery. The priest was quietly impressed that the thanksgiving was not naughty, not dignified, but truly brilliant.

Mount Sisik is a holy place of Holy Catholicism. He is also deeply involved with high nobility, but this old man behaves no less than they do.

"But a pilgrimage to the summit is a desolation. Are you sure you're on your way alone?

The priest checks around with a little hesitation.

Lolo had several offerings that he was his nephew and grandson, but they left them in the monastery and they tried to climb the summit alone.

It seems that the confessor has no objection, and everyone is snorting.

"Yeah, fortunately, I'm a master of legs, and I can hold my sword. We're not behind the beast or the eagle yet."

Lolo, who smiles calmly, is stubborn himself.

I have some white cloudiness in my eyes, but I don't look like an old man very close to 70.

"It's okay, we don't have anything against Grandpa."

Among the offerings, the young boy proudly breasted and laughed bitterly when Lolo said, "Is there anything to be proud of immature?"

I guess Lolo is a hero to them. The priest laughed unexpectedly at the flattering sight.

"Be immature, embarrassed."

"No, no, I'm sorry."

When the priest lowers his head, the young man also lowers his head in haste, and everyone laughs. I guess the clan is close.

"I understand you'll be climbing alone. Let me get you a room. Take the day off -"

Lolo briefly declined this offer of the priest and offered "I challenge you now".

The priest was surprised by this, but Lolo's determination seems to be firm. Neither did the priest, who saw the will, say anything more.

Together, they pass through the monastery and drop off Lolo on the pavement leading to the temple at the summit of the mountain.

The hindsight is full of majesty and not of the old man.

The priest admires this as a tough person.

And he said, Is that all but an accompanying star in the service of the great king? And he bewitched the shadow of the hero who once ruled the land, and felt distracted.

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Lolo walks the road alone.

The road was built so that people could walk only at the beginning, but soon the road disappeared, relying solely on the signposts to go to the summit.

The season is early summer, but the wind is cold enough to cut my skin, and the snow remains when the summit is near.

It is for comfort that Lolo has decided to make his pilgrimage to Mount Sisik, the Holy Land.

I took a trip to mourn a friend I used to be close to and my sister who died last year.

Step by step, Lolo walks to be sure of the distant memories that have already been plundered.

Is it because of the year that it is not clear by the way, although it is an important memory?

My friend and sister, it was a relationship of love - that Lolo doesn't know.

But I don't feel like something special was there.

The sun drops because it was too late to start climbing, and Lolo waits for the morning to start walking.

The figure is the pious pilgrim himself.

Then, suddenly, his sight opens and he reaches the temple at the top of the mountain in the morning sun.

It's a small, stone shrine. But Lolo breathed in the spectacle he could see from it.

Clouds lay beneath his eyes, and far away, the Lioncool Basin could be seen. It is precisely the world of God.

Often, Lolo, who was overwhelmed, returned to me and remembered his purpose.

Remove the small bag from the nose and modify the inside.

There was dark hair that had lost its luster because of its age, and skinny gray hair from an old woman.

Once, a friend of mine wanted to climb the mountain top and bury it with him.

However, as soon as I opened the bag, the wind blew and I took my hair halfway.

"Shit."

Rollo raised his voice unexpectedly.

The two hairs mix in the morning sun and scatter into the world under their eyes.

Visioning childhood memories at the sight, Lolo narrowed his eyes.

... No, this is good.

Lolo nodded, spreading the bag wide and putting his hair on the wind.

Black and white hair dance in the sky like dancing.

Far away, I saw the land of Lioncool.