Stay 1
The border between the West (Tais) and Cardina is called Canaan.
The need for traffic on a continent where the two kingdoms will change from time immemorial to time and contest domination - there is no dispute that has now emerged between the two countries, but it is not surprising whenever they are in a state of combat. Since history, the land has always been a disputed one, and now the chief (QUIA) Isfan has been ordered by the new king to defend its borders by the governor.
Isfan is the son-in-law of the former king.
He has a reputation for being rational among the impatient Tice royalty. I prefer dialogue to history, guaranteeing my rights even if I pay taxes even to pagans......, a generous man, he said.
"That's how you spread the rumor, Nazil"
"It would be easier for you to welcome me with anticipation - but"
For the Westerners, a tall little man snapped his nose. Walking beside it was beautiful and sturdy with golden hair. The skin is the same brown as the Westerners. I tie my blonde hair loosely on my back like I gathered sunlight. The eyes are blue and gold, different colors from left to right. A testament to the dragon's blood.
Are you accustomed to people stealing from him? Young people don't give a shit.
"Come to Canaan... it's only been a month but there are a lot of pagans. I'm not gonna like this."
I'm sorry about that.
The religion of the West and Cardina is different, but with people's tolerance, the West will prevail.
In Cardina pagans are tied up, but in the West they even pay taxes, and freedom of worship is relatively protected if they do not even insult the gods of the West.
A young man born as a son between the West and Cardina......, Yen has not somehow made any formal conversion. My wife caught my eye telling me to convert quickly for birth... but I haven't decided to relax without stomping through.
In fact, neither God was willing to serve.
Ever since birth, I don't remember God greatly benefiting me.
"Convert now, too. The proximity of the chair fans is unknown to heathens.... I have to stay here for three years."
Nazil, a born westerner, albeit of low status, often seemed fed up with land that was so cardina-colored.
"I miss it though. It's cozy, not either way."
For Yen, who is neither a Cardinian nor a Westerner, it is an easy city to breathe. Yen took out the cloth and hid his hair when he saw more people around him. Now it will be somewhat less noticeable.
Then he called off the boy who was walking a little farther away and the little boy.
"Aslan! Don't go too far"
The boy walking in front of him squeezed the hand of a still little boy who turned around.
A good boy is Nazil's (not at all like his father's) son.
And little Aslan was Yen's drowning son.
"Because Father! I want to see the ocean."
"Don't be in a hurry, make it quick, run on the cobblestone and you'll fall"
Don't fall! Yen laughed and held up his son because he said all I could.
I lift my son's soft body, which delights me properly, and mouth him cheeky. She said her mustache hurts, so she looked at this one as if Nazil was scared that she was seriously determined to shave tomorrow.
"Parental Idiot"
"You won't have a choice, Aslan is the cutest thing in the world"
"Stupid Parents"
Nazil poisoned Ke, and Yen gaveled at the story of his son's lack of other love. Six this year, my son had blue eyes and golden hair on his mother's beautiful white skin. He was a wonderful and beautiful child, even if he caught the eye of his parents.
Lovely and soft, laughing or crying.
And then, I remember what I said right away, and in this year, I read books that are like adults reading.
My husband, Isfan, who was amused by Aslan's good memory, gave his son a round celestial globe, and when Aslan looked himself up the names of all the countries he had never even heard of and remembered and showed them off in front of Isfan, his jaw was about to come off, wondering if he really was his own son.
He's a proud son who doesn't hurt in his eyes. I want you to spill your eyes at being somewhat stupid.
"What kind of friend is your father!?
"Interesting people."
Aslan looked up at Yen with a glittering eye.
Today was the day for an old friend to visit Kanan, when he heard from somewhere that Yen had left for Kanan. He's a friend in a special standing position for a little while, so Isfan says he wants to see you for a while..., Though a reunion of friends I can't help but bother, it depends on how he was driven out of his way to grab even Isfan's belly Nazil.
"The ship is on the harbor!
"Ooh, just unload it!
A cardina-style ship arrived at the port. Yen held his breath in nostalgia for a moment as he found a tall man to blacken as luggage and people went out. The person who noticed his gaze......, when it was the last time and no, gave him a youthful face completely the same as when it was the first time and raised one hand as if he'd seen him yesterday.
"Oh, my God, you didn't have to pick me up."
"You don't know where my mansion is!
Aslan was lowered and deposited with Nazir before Yen approached the ship early enough.
The young Dragon tribe with golden eyes on his black hair went down and spread his hands, laughing at the pieces holding Yen tightly.
"You don't look very good with your mustache! Yen."
"I missed shaving! - I missed you, Sui!
Sui laughed at me, too... and laughed furiously when I noticed Aslan with his mojo and hidden behind Nazil's legs.
"Oh, my God, are you Aslan?
"Hello, Dr. Suey"
"Doctor?"
When Sui tilted his neck, Aslan nodded.
"'Cause your mother told me to call you a doctor because you're a doctor."
"Ha-ha, I see. I don't care what you call it. Nice to meet you! Oh, you're Mr. Nazil? I'm the best. Nice to meet you. How's your chair fan?
"... ha"
Nazil is making his eyes black and white. Perhaps the noble image and sui of the "dragon tribe" I had in mind was too different.
Sui greeted Aslan "Say hello" when he held him up. Aslan is still a little acquainted with people.
"You don't look anything like my father, delicate."
Don't bluff. Yen looked back at the woman's voice.
- That voice, it sounds familiar. No, no, I remember.
Just now.
The still young woman with her sun-drenched hood looked at Yen with her cat-like hanging eyes.
The edge of my mouth goes up, Ni, and I laugh.
In women, she had unusual, short hair and unusual crest ear decorations on both ears.
Grown up.
Yen rewrote his inner assessment with a bitter smile, though, because he would be angry when it came to being busy.
Seems like a strong will, black eyes, doesn't change.
"Kiri."
"Hehe, long time no see. Anything to say? Me."
"What?"
"That's settled, do you know who it is to be beautiful or to be groovy...... wow"
Kiri couldn't say until the end.
This is because Yen has been holding himself back for a long time.
Realizing that Kiri didn't grow much tall, Yen's chest, her unknowable loneliness more and more comes to her chest, and she stays, she can put her strength into her arms.
Then I squeezed my voice... out.
"Silly, you're no different. Just like old times."
"... Something's trembling at the end of the story, Master Yen?
"I don't know why, I'm having a cold."
"You have a cold in this warm land!... ma. I'm so sweet, I'll leave you to it."
Kiri hugs Yen's neck as she stretches back and claws ahead.
"I missed you, really"
Merchants who come to receive the ship's load stare suspiciously at the youth and exotic girl embrace that is the Governor's belly. Nazil sighs and waves "scattered" at them, do it at home. At home! and complain.
Yen did, smiling bitterly, taking Aslan out of Sui's arm and letting him stand in front of Kiri.
Say hello, Aslan.
"Nice to meet you, Dr. Kiri! I'm Aslan."
"Ha, good manners. But I'm not a teacher, I run out as a doctor, and I'm a witch. It's Kiri, the witch of the North Forest."
The witch glanced at the little boy, ni, and smiled.