"... Huh! Hip! Please, don't kill me, please! I was just asked! I... shit."
The sound of slashing meat is not flashy. But if you repeat it over and over again, you have a heavy impact on your wrist. Yen slips the blade regardless of the gushing blood tide.
I'm used to hearing the screams of the Terminator.
There is no special emotion.
Without it, Yen repeated his breath roughly as he supported his weight by making the sword like a wand that had become an iron stick, gradually confirming with his eyes the chasers who stopped moving as early as they could.
I'm not moving, nobody.
I fell back and looked up at the night sky like I was wearing a soothing little buttcake.
The moon is bright with a slight loss of roundness. Badly.
If someone "asked" these men to find out the backdrop of a useless chaser, they might turn to someone new. Draw a black horse by stirring up the consciousness you're about to lose and cross the horse like you're going to fall. Kick him with his own hands tied to the reins and praying not to fall.
Pray, huh?
Yen mocked herself. To whom? What, what do you pray? I can't even hear you.
The moment the fuzzy question seemed ridiculous and I laughed, my belly wound hurt and... I proceeded with my horse thinking I might die.
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of Archim, the references given in the body were quite helpful. Away from the king's capital of Tyce in the western kingdom, Yen stood close to the city of Oasis, which was close to Canaan, the territory of Cardina.
Apparently, the young lord who said it was beside the royal lineage had guessed the general circumstances, laughing sarcastically, but adding Yen under his command.
Plus, you look beautiful like a doll, and I was entrusted to take care of his underage sister.
"Dear brother, you buy me anything. - Oh, don't move. Turn around, yeah. - Like a beautiful doll, for example."
I can't walk, I get fever right away, I wander around the dead. The sickly girl was, however, a daughter-in-law who said a lot of tight things.
She calls me on a whim because painting is my hobby or something. Your doll is ordered not to move.
Yen responds in silence, albeit pioneering.
Because it's my job.
Oasis in the desert was a strange thing, with clean water overflowing from the ground where it sprang from, and a little botanical garden in the center of the mansion.
The unfamiliar plants of extreme colour, the birds who come to bathe in water, the vibrant fragrances that seem intoxicating if you breathe deeply, from which coloured flowers are they aromatic? The girl doesn't seem to mind that at all, silently portraying Yen.
I remembered fu in silence.
Someday I had a portrait of myself and my mother, where would that be? Would it have been abandoned? I hope so......
"Look at this one"
"Huh."
When she responds with indifference, her daughter tilts her neck and asks innocently.
"Your eyes are mundane whenever you look. Hey, left and right, no way to see things?
Yen's eyes are different colours from left to right. One is an empty color that represents Vaza's blood muscles. The other is golden. Proof of Dragon Blood Drawing......
"You must, my princess."
Phew, that's boring, and she throws it away and concentrates on the paper again.
My husband's protection, my daughter's other loveless opponent, my days go by pale. I dated quite a few of my colleagues at Archim's mansion, but at the new bureaucracy, the surroundings were approximate.
At one point, the princess told me why.
"The Knight Commander likes me. My weak and beautiful princess, I want to protect you! Finally, I want to be my brother's brother-in-law and gain more power! Yeah. Eighty percent of the reasons for the second half. That's why they hate you. Because it's my favorite. Because I'm in love with you, the captain won't love me. Pathetic."
"... Was I a princess favorite? I didn't know."
I've always been treated differently for it. The princess chuckles.
"Yeah, my favorite. I'm putting you in a godlike beauty, saying Wagamama, and leaving the regiment leader's proposal. My brother is bitter, but he can't ignore the pure feelings of his sick sister, unfortunately, but he's capable, but he hasn't made an ambitious, poverty-stricken Knights leader in his body... I understand my brother's feelings very well and play dolls with you, isn't it peace?
Like God, my daughter sometimes flirts with Yen's appearance.
In Cardina, a native of Yen, the Great God is the incarnation of dragons.
Heritage tells me that the young man, whose dragon fled from the north snapped himself to people, had golden skin on his golden hair and his eyes became empty as a result of continuing to stare scorched in the sky.
If it's just the outside, it's like you, my daughter says.
"… for a long time, you're objectively looking at yourself."
"I'm free, I'm free, I'm bored, I'm always dying! We have to think about things. We can't do this."
Yen raised the edge of his mouth.
"It's also called evil pushing. The Knights Commander may love you for the truth, and my brother is my sister, and you are purely the most important thing in the world."
"There are different interpretations of the story, aren't there? So, what role are you in your muscle writing?
The brown eyes blink with pleasure. It's like a mystery call from a teacher.
Yen rings his throat with a sweet voice.
"That is, of course, a poor knight who can be scorched by a princess. I want to get the princess's favor, but I can't say anything because of my temper"
The princess shrugged her shoulders.
"So, what's the real deal?
"Actually, it's time to get hungry. The princess hasn't eaten anything since morning either. That's it for your painting studies, and then when you're feeling better again."
Yen glanced at the young woman standing by the door.
She bows her head like a ho. She is a princess samurai, a good daughter who is always delighted with the princess's physical condition, and she says she is the princess's milk sister.
Yen forgives the reluctant princess, holds her in both hands and carries her to her room, making sure that she takes the time for a snack to take her lunch.
The two of us finally left the room after the doctor drugged us and waited for the samurai to confirm that we were going to get some sleep in the bedroom.
"Today, the Princess's face is very colorful, thank you."
The princess is in bad shape, actually.
About ten days ago, it was said that consciousness would no longer return.
"I am always grateful to Master Yen for teaching me the princess. I often ask you not to take your pills."
"You will be sweetened by the samurai. The princess is happy. Stay on your side."
"No, it's no use. Thank you very much."
Thank you for lying low, and deny it.
"I haven't eaten lunch yet either, my lady lady is with me..."
Yen, who tried to ask him out, but innocently, then was told he was going back to work, wanders the one hand he gave in vain, somewhat discouraged.
"You're a colored man, too, aren't you?
"... Your Highness"
Looking back, my husband was behind Yen by himself to see where he was coming from. Is it of a nature he likes to be alone, in the mansion he walks at will.
A few months ago, this master told me how to treat a samurai to his wife. I don't mind if it's my destiny, Yen thought, but the samurai swung at me. Ugh......,
If I go to my daughter-in-law or something, who is on the princess's side, I would like to take care of the princess, please don't take up this service!
That.
"The princess is too important for me, my lord."
Watching him fade away and plead with his husband in tears, just a little bit Yen was hurt, but at the same time he is envious.
"The princess is happy. I have a lady on my side who thinks so."
"You're tolerant of a shaken woman, Yen."
"I'm used to it. I'm mostly neglected by women I think are preferable."
Haha, her husband laughed and invited Yen to go under the castle.
Oasis cities are also glorious lands for trading. This city, which brings together different races and goods, is fun, but also a lot of rubbing.
My husband descends under the castle, pretending to be an inspection of the city. I was also less responsible for that protection.
But look around in admiration that it's something with different races. Exactly few Cardinians, but southerners with pitch-black skin and flat faces also exist.
... and, feeling uncomfortable, Yen ran his eyes left and right.
I felt my gaze.
……
"What's up?"
No, Yen responded low.
I feel like I recognized multiple figures who disappeared into clutter.
No way, I blink.
At the earliest, I saw it in the distant capital of Vaza, in the royal palace......
"... because there seems to be a Cardinian. Are you from Canaan? That's unusual."
"Oh, indeed. You said you were from the north of Cardina, right?
Yen nodded. I'm not lying.
I was born in the Wang capital, but lived with my mother in the northern North Mountains.
Do you miss it?
"... in Cardina, the presence of mixed-race children like me is not pleasing. I don't have many good memories, so I don't miss them."
It is not only from Cardina humans that mixed children are not pleased. So does the Dragon Clan.
For example, I only met my half-brother with golden eyes on her golden hair a few times, but I don't remember having a decent conversation. I was thrown away with my eyes seeing dirty things.
"I didn't know the bastards would step into our sanctuary... what does your father think too!
Since you didn't think of anything, did you commit the morbidity of putting your hands on an innocent little girl and conceiving her child?
Yen thought it would be more pitiful to be a dragon tribe, but he was told, not so much.
My brown skin and my gray-eyed husband looked over at the clutter.
He also has some ethnic blood mixed with him.
People in this country are brightly colored, like intricately braided tapestries.
"Mixed children, yeah. That's all there is to it. Blood mixes somewhere. I don't know why I pride myself on being single. In the first place, it's unusual from the royal family of Vaza, Cardina."
"Really?
"I hear the new king has made his cousin his wife. Until then, you want to keep your blood in order?
"The Vaza royal family calls themselves descendants of God. In order to keep God's blood alive, and... there seems to be a lot of fellow marriages."
Sounds like a beast, my husband snapped his nose.
"Besides, I would try to increase it again if I thought I was satisfied with reducing the number of my own kind"
My husband strangely told me about the current state of the Vaza royal family.
Looks like Yen's cousin followed the Vaza royal family. Yen also knows that he has long been a remarkable young man of eccentricity, and now he can't even see his way around it.
Moreover, for some reason, the brother of the new king and the companions of his sister had all died at the same time, and it was practically whispered that the cause was the new king.
Even Yen can deduce that it would be Solemn Qing.
I heard about the blood scandal and the deaths of humans with names. However, you would have been right not to be in Wangdu, just wondering...
Yen's thinking, my husband was staring at this one, what's wrong? I shake my head because they ask no.
"The new king of Cardina says he will reward the treasure of the same eye when he finds and offers it to the rebels. I wish I could, too!
My husband's eyes narrow ironically.
Seeing it with a glimmer for some reason, Yen nodded vaguely and turned his gaze in the direction the Cardinians disappeared.
At the end of the gaze, beyond the desert, the city of Canaan, where Cardina and Tice compete for ownership.
Though not nostalgic, there were some strange emotions to think I approached the land of Cardina.
This oasis city and Canaan are now in a non-combatant relationship, but it's not strange whenever each other attacks in.
My husband, who is bright in home affairs, is always on guard against Canaan, but he seemed to want to maintain his current relationship in diplomacy, not in battle.
Will you ever go to Cardina after this? Yen thought and denied.
Go home, what will it be?
Even the Church no longer has a place.
"Well, let's go home"
My husband, accompanied by Yen, seemed to have just decided to return to the mansion that day.
"My lord, it's rare, to always inspect different things."
"It's okay. I've done my errands."
…… Master Left?
He's a whimsical man, so I guess there are days like that, Yen interprets and escorts him back to the mansion.
Then have a less ups and downs routine for a month.
One evening, the princess's maid called me.
It was a full moon night.
"Don't speak up, Master Yen"
"... the maid's house?
"Don't ask me anything, come on"
Who does what to people's signs, holds the sword, and rushes to weave his jacket to cover his half-naked upper body when he finds out he's a woman.
Without even wanting to slap a light mouth about whether it was a night crawl on the expression I came up with, I walk both of us through the mansion, silently pulled my hand.
I went to the room where I had never been in, and when I touched the back wall, a hidden door appeared, and when I tried to ask what it was, I was told to shut up and put my finger on my mouth..., and I was led to the princess's bedroom.
A few days ago, the princess fell again with a high fever and heard she was feeling a lot worse, but she was well awake and half awake.
"Nice to meet you, come here."
Yen thought her voice was clear and not pale because if she came close, she was wearing rare and dark makeup.
"Princess, … this is the kind of night I got, how are you..."
The princess laughed hauntingly.
"I'm going to die, maybe. Well, by the time the moon hides itself from the sky, I'm sure."
What do you call weakness, Yen shuts up.
It was because my daughter looked up to Yen with her quiet eyes. I have a sense of vision in these eyes. Years ago, on the night my mother died...
"Sit down."
As my daughter commands me, when I sit by her side, my daughter smiles just a little.
"Until last night it was busy with doctors and brothers around. I told my brother I couldn't do it today.... I'm tired when people are around, so leave me alone with the samurai."
My hand moved slightly so I shook it by accident. But if I didn't, I felt like my hands were going to drip and stop moving.
"... Hey, Yen. Can I just tell you one old story? Why is my brother sweet on me? Why is my body like this?"
"... Whatever"
And my daughter smiled.
"He was the daughter of your father's princess. An old father loved and didn't stop, a beautiful and wise princess of the royal family.
One time, my father said he was drunk. I laughed and joked in front of my brilliant and gentle brother, who had a slave woman for his mother.
Hey, son. If it is a boy born of my beloved wife, you must give that seat to the baby, is that a dissatisfaction?
He was a boy. My brother smiled and said.
All as Father willed, he said.
... Then a few months later, my father fell off the back of a rampant horse and became an unrequited person, and my mother was addicted to food just before she gave birth to me.
The poisoner, many dead, I was born frail.
My mother asked my brother to give birth to me. [M]
"Please help my daughter because I will die in her stead."
My daughter, pale as a story, spins words.
"My mother was a beautiful man, so my brother made it his sideroom without killing her. But my mother gave birth to my brother..., and as soon as she gave birth to her brother, she died. That guy, he owes me. You killed my parents, and you were born a woman, and you took away my health, which you didn't have to take away, so I'll at least be nice to you until you die. Isn't that strange? Just because you spoiled me, there's no way you can forgive me. But I can only live sweetly with my brother."
"............... it"
Yen couldn't find the words he cared about.
My daughter's eyes are silent and old.
My daughter held Yen's finger.
"Cardina, is that a common story? The royals will kill each other."
"... probably"
As her daughter's gaze moved to the paper placed by her bedside, when Yen perceived her intention and held it in her hand, she opened it and commanded her to whisper.
It was not people who were painted on white paper.
An intertwined two-headed dragon......
My daughter painted it in her imagination, not a scene of fables, this is rather......, the royal crest of Vaza.
When I looked up like I had been bounced, my daughter lurked her voice. She looks like a mother who teaches her children.
"It was really a good New Moon night in the shadows. But we don't seem to have time for this anymore... run away. The horse is connected to the back of the castle."
To Yen, who loses her words, her daughter took a deep breath. Is it hard to talk, move your gaze softly and signal to the samurai?
"Your lord...... wants peace with Canaan in Cardina. I made a deal with Governor Canaan the other day."
"... a deal?
"for a while… to be inviolable to each other for at least 10 years, and. Instead, the Governor gave his souvenirs to his land to your lord."
I could see the sweat coming through my back.
"King Cardina seems to have abandoned a close blood relative..."
Yen remembered the other day when he and his husband went to the city.
Why were Cardina's royal palace people there?
Why did my husband say he was ready for an early inspection?
I was done for.
It really must have made Yen see if he was an abandoned son. If caught......, Yen swallowed a spit.
My daughter held Yen's finger. And prompt.
"Run away quickly"
"… why,. Shouldn't you give me away for my brother? What's in it for you...?
Heh heh, and my daughter gave me a pranky look.
"Oh? A daughter in love helps the poor prince escape, who is about to be murdered by a frightened lord. Isn't that a common line?
"... Princess"
When Yen didn't know what to say, her daughter laughed by the way. Without force.
"Liar, Yen... it's not for you. I wanted to harass my brother for the last time. Awful sister, I can't believe I let you get away with interrupting my brother trying to sacrifice you honorably for Canaan..."
My daughter's brown eyes slightly moisturize.
"No longer, if there are few lives left, I want to exchange even one thing and then die... At the very least, I want to die satisfied that I saved one life. So this is my final endeavor. Lord Yenjay, please, run. for my little, self-satisfied."
The samurai hurries. My daughter gently attracted Yen, who was like a stick. She mouths gently like a feather on her forehead.
And I laughed.
"Goodbye, my knight. I hope your journey is healthy…!
Using some hidden doors, he proceeded down the hallway and broke up with the samurai.
What are you going to do?
If you find out you let me go... then come with me... Yen swallowed the words he was about to call.
As usual, it was because the samurai smiled in a flamboyant manner.
"The princess is lonely and crying without me. So we have to go back!... Whatever happens next, I'm on your side.... It will seem odd, but I have always lived for the princess. We will continue, until the end, and that will remain the same. … So, Lord Yen, please breathe."
After dropping off her back, which leaves untrained, Yen walked in search of the horse when she was connected near the back gate of the castle, mindful of the people, as instructed by the samurai..., finding the shadow and gnawing.
A big man had a horse's reins.
Knight, captain.
"It was too late, Your Highness?
Always voiced by his unsure, faceless boss about what he was thinking, Yen half-minded. False, or slay him better at swordsmanship than Yen and flee..., but the Knights leader turns his back lightly to Yen and puts the horse out of the stables.
"..., Captain?
"You're going to flee, just go. I'll tell you what, I'll pretend I don't know, and in a few hours, the chaser will catch up with you. This horse isn't bad, but he's old."
Yen was puzzled.
In this mouthful, isn't it as if the captain intends to help Yen escape? As if talking to the public, he said.
"When I heard you were Cardina's royal family, I thought I'd be.... I bet you didn't even hide those eyes, but you're too conspicuous. And he who stands out is accustomed to (...) being (...) and (...) being (...). (...) Low-identified, beautiful, is. More of that beauty on your nose, proud or disgraced. You have no fine dust for it.... all around them were similar guys, right?... If you want to survive, you'll be able to simulate a little more, boy."
I can't even say it back.
He laughed with his nose, waiting for Yen to ride the horse silently, gently clapping his shoulders.
"... Captain. Why are you helping me?"
"It's not for you. There is no indication that the lord sold his men in exchange for peace with Canaan. That's one thing. I don't care. It's the second thing that bothers you."
Besides, the big man caressed the neck of a horse with gentle eyes and brown eyes, laughing unexpectedly.
"... and the princess cries and begs me.... If that person's wish, I want to give it to you."
Yen remembered the bullshit he had spoken one day.
(The Knights chief may love the truth, the princess...)
I look annoyingly at the silent Yen, and the captain says off.
"Come on, go, abandoned dude! The next time you see him, that day will be your day of life. I hope we don't see each other again."
Yen silently, bowing his head and kicking his horse in the belly, ran out to the desert.
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I left the Oasis City and three days later came across a chase.
Strangers were probably Canaan residents because they were speaking Cardina's language.
He stops their breath roots in a madness of death, and Yen is desperately rocked on the back of his horse with a wound that is not shallow either.
Think with an incongruous thought that the body should have been filled, but in a wounded body, hiding it in the shadow of a rock was best. I can only hope the animals feed on the men.
The wound hurts.
My throat is dry.
Even the exhaling breath burns your heart like a scorching fever.
At the edge of his hazy consciousness, Yen caught the trees in the distance and the building in sight.
The desert is dotted with several oases. At the very least, the water, Yen thought, kept consciousness near the limit, and proceeded.
It no longer hurts, rather than the jizzy sun is hot.
A small oasis approaching gradually appeases me deeply, knowing it was apparently not a mirage, but that was no longer the limit of my strength. The moment a tired horse hisses, he is swayed down on the grass and dirt.
Yen's fingers just grab the dirt, smelling green and feeling signs of water near the book.
My eyes, they're gloomy.
At least a little more.
Take a sip of water...
This heavy eyelid will never open again, if it loses temptation and closes.
An inexcusable voice interrupted Yen's consciousness, which had seen many hallucinations between fine sleep and awakening.
It was the voice of a young man and a child.
"Ethica! This guy's alive!
"... Oh, my God! You're a pain in the ass, if you're alive, you have to help! Hey, don't sleep in here."
I'm sleepy, leave me alone.
"Damn it! Hey! I'm dying! You hear me! Hey!"
At the end of the day, Yen's consciousness... often... broke off for about ten days.