At a strange dawn when the whole city falls asleep and no one wakes up, the wise man with flaming hair who emerges from inside the house walks by the Holy Tree, in a light outfit no different from when he arrives.
"Illuminaria, I asked for the Mariellas."
Fresija, who touched the trunk lightly, walked through the garden to the back gate. Where the hell should I go? But before she opened the back door, there was someone to stop her.
"………… Are you going silently? Master."
"Mariela... you didn't sleep"
I sang a song of sleep, and I laughed, and Mariella told my master,
"What a prospect for the Master's behavior. I burned incense without sleep."
and replied with a peel.
"You've grown up," Frazija laughed as she walked over to Mariella, who was standing at the back door and not trying to move.
"You won't be deceived, Master. I told you not to leave me alone..."
"Ha, that's bad. Mariela, I don't like to be dull."
I talked about that a little before I killed the labyrinth, when I spent the night with my master in the crystal cave. Since that time, Mariella had such a prediction that even if she somehow killed the labyrinth, her master would go somewhere.
"Are you really going?
"Oh. I have something I have to do."
Mariella doesn't want you to go, or ask where you're going. I guess it's because I know that you won't answer me if I ask. I was just wasting my goodbye time hugging Mariela's head all the time to her master, who stroked her like she was a child.
"Also............, can I see you? Master."
"Yeah. I'll be back to see Mariella while she's alive."
Master would never break a promise like this. I don't promise I can't, because I'm such a person, I'm sure there will be a day when I can see my master again. Even so, Mariella couldn't let go, wanting to break up with her master and holding onto her master's clothing hem. Besides, Mariela really had something she wanted to ask her master.
I've always wanted to hear it, but I was afraid to ask it somewhere, and I couldn't help but say it. But if I miss it now, I may not be able to hear it out for the rest of my life. Mariella looked up when she decided to, and asked her master the questions she had long grasped on her chest.
"Hey, Master. How could it have been me? There would have been other kids with alchemy skills. There were other children who could use magic and swords, not just alchemy..."
On that day when Mariella was only a young girl, how could she, have chosen herself? Have yourself been a useless child with only alchemy skills.
No matter how much I thought about it, I didn't know why I was chosen, and I wanted to hear it, but I was scared to ask. The only reason I can finally hear now is that Sieg and a lot of people, who were this labyrinth city, were by Mariella's side on the "Leaky Day". The little confidence that everyone gave me gave Mariella courage.
To Mariella, who never asked her intentions, the master smiled gently and said this with Mariella's head to nostalgic for the past.
"Right, Mariella. You did nothing but alchemy. Still, I was trying to do what I could without getting stuck. She said she was just a little kid.
That's why. Mariella.
You're the one who only has alchemy, you can just keep doing what you can, and that's why you got to the alchemy desk, to Elixir.
No one else could.
Mariela, you're the only one who got it.
So I, the wise man of this flaming disaster, Frazija, have made you a disciple, Mariella.
Never forget that. Confident, Mariela.
You have been chosen by me and your own efforts have made you a supreme alchemist no less than anyone else. "
"Ginger... Ginger, Ginger, Ginger, Ginger..."
You said you didn't like being damp, why would the master come to make Mariella cry with all his might?
Mariella, who was completely defeated by the Master's unexpected attack after being behind Master Horn and thus able to stand apart, cried unexpectedly as she raised her voice to the Master.
A master who gives me a back like that to give Mariella away. For the master, Mariela may remain a young child no matter how old she is.
With such a master admiring her, Mariella puts her thoughts on an indelible question.
Two hundred years and a little while ago, he made Mariella a headline disciple among many children, a master who educated her in alchemy without Mariella's consciousness. A master who let the alchemist master the magic formations of temporary death, which should not have been necessary, and gave him a cabin with an airless basement equipped with a lantern filled with large quantities of fuel.
It should also have been the master's plan to sell Rainbow Flowers to Robroy, the head of the contemporary Agwinas family, to determine the relationship between the Prince of Endalgia and the Princess of Beauty. Not only was he a people who believed in the glory and survival of the Kingdom of Endalgia and did not doubt it, but because he was a princess of another country, he believed in the words of the Spirit Endalgia, who appeared on his dream pillow, and managed to escape the scourge of the flood (stampede) of the Devil's Forest. with the twins who draw the blood of Endalgia who dwelt in it.
And in this day and age, when Mariela couldn't rise to the grief of losing Lynx, she woke up again to Mariela. To lead Mariela and the others to the depths of the labyrinth, to Endalgia.
It's like he knew everything.
Master has advanced appraisal skills. Mariella had no doubt about the words and deeds herself that revealed everything about her master because she had access to the world's memory (Acacic Records). To the extent that I stop thinking in one word of "I'm a master," I've been dating this superman for a long time.
But if that's the case. If he has the power to look ahead, what does the master want?
What matters to Mariella is the fact that her master has put his love into herself without falsehood, and there is no doubt about the fine dust there either. For Mariella, Frazija is a valued teacher and parent. Mariella was thinly aware that such a person's desire was not just to save the world today 200 years later.
For the Master, saving the Spirit Endalgia, saving the people of the Labyrinth City, and even apprenticing Mariella 200 years ago for that matter, is only a means to make something important. Mariela was thinking that way.
"Shi……, Master. Um, this…………."
Mariella, who manages to stop crying, gives the master the long cylinder she was standing by the back door.
"This?
"The Magic Formation of Temporary Death...... I thought you might be here, so I only made one."
A master who receives a cylinder containing the magic formations offered by Mariella.
"It helps, Mariela. It's hard for Chi and I to reproduce this in Engraved Flames."
Saying so and looking at the laughing master, Mariella realised, "I knew it," that her imagination was probably a hit.
"Well, then, master."
After hugging Mariella again, the master gently waved Mariella away with ease, as if going out to the tavern.
"Master! Master is the one who is well! Thank you so much, so much -!!
As Mariella rushed to the back gate to drop off her master, her figure was nowhere to be seen in the alley, and only the warmth hugged by her master remained in Mariella's body.
(In the end, you couldn't ask……)
Although I could ask what I wanted to hear the most, Mariella couldn't only ask about the master. I'm sure you won't tell me just to laugh like I'm in trouble to ask.
"Master. Since when..., how long must the Master live?
That is Mariella's second question.
Mariella has heard that the names of the wise men of the flames can also be found in old fairy tales. If at first you thought you were someone else with the same two names, but if you were a master.
When the hell was the master born and how many times has he used the magic formations of temporary death to transcend his time? For what purpose? And when will the master's purpose be accomplished?
"Shizuku of Life revolves around the earth and life. So when you really need it, everything is in order."
In the celebratory seat where he shot the labyrinth, the master said that.
If that were true, one day when everything was in place, the master's purpose would come true.
(May such a day come as soon as possible)
Mariella sincerely hoped so in the pulse that flowed deep into the land.