"I'm gonna go find that hyoro bastard."
One of the bellies of a missing Isfan, Nazil, visited Yen's house... on a crescent moon night when everyone was asleep.
About a month ago, Nazil's beautiful son, completely unlike Nazil, returned with a body full of moles after being privately imprisoned by Khalifa's men. While his son was full of bruises, he nonetheless withstood even without defying them with the wisdom of his father's concession.
Nazil, who had been quiet until now, also finally decided on his stomach to serve his love.
"About six months have passed since chair fans went. Khalifa must have been convinced Isfan was dead. Hey. I just stopped worrying about revenge......, I'd be willing to put out the sparks one by one"
"Right."
"I will be erased, so will Sahel. And you, of course."
Savvy Nazil would have stood around well, but still, he felt dark that he couldn't, but sooner or later, he knew that his chair fans would be eliminated.
... Yen is also willing to flee...
It's not like I don't care.
"My house has been a lot less watchful this past month. It's like if you want to run, just do it."
"Unlike my clever self, it's a big deal where you ran away by yourself. Otherwise, aren't you frightened? Well, I'd rather get away with it."
Nazil told me in three days I'd leave, bet on the survival of the Iss fans and go find them.
I would have bothered to tell you that because I predicted that Yen would be suspected of not being able to "help Nazil escape". If you want to escape, you need to take the same chance.... It's rare for this man to come to me with advice.
"I thought I'd take you for an escort if you were the only one, but you can't break up with your family anyway, your boy..."
"Bad"
"I knew!... I won't ask where you're going. Just in case I get caught, I'll peruse your whereabouts. So don't even ask me where I'm going."
Yen shuddered at Nazi-like words, and the two broke their faces.
"... Yen, don't die"
"Oh, you too. Nazil. I know you don't like it, but it's good to be friends with you. This... is the only good thing I've ever done in a fucking workplace."
"You don't look good. Don't be so spooky."
She really doesn't like it, so Yen rocks her shoulders and laughs.
... a sarcastic and gutless man, but he was tongue-in-cheek about Yen's words and actions that neglected the emotions of others, while explaining that he was going to oh, and realizing the lack.
Even though I don't have any brother-in-law at all.
It's as close as Ethica and Nazir that Yen was able to get to know, neither blood nor dragon people.
Hold him gently and slap him on the back.
"Someday"
"Oh, sooner or later"
That's how they broke up quietly.
"... what were you talking about?
Back in the bedroom, Asem was half-hearted as she stroked her daughter's head.
I was surprised what happened, and for some reason I was upset that they realized it was Nazil... it was a goodbye greeting.
Nazil's leaving here in three days, I thought I'd tell him... I quit.
I promised not to tell.
"It's a discouraging story. They also had a viper in Master Sahel's bedroom today. He said," Be careful. "
"Viper..."
"Asem, don't worry. I'm not coming here. If you're gonna kill me, you're gonna be more flashy."
Holding his wife with a depressing look on her face, the woman who buried her face on Yen's shoulder whispered like an exhale.
"Viper could be right next to you."
He's not here.
"You might be diving in and watching the opportunity to bite?
"... assem? Hey, what's up?
Caring for the bluefaded assem, she smiled bitterly and turned her back on Yen and hugged her daughter.
... Yen couldn't help but close his eyes while savoring a strange sense of alienation.
I can't help but be anxious in this situation.
As soon as I wake up tomorrow, I'm determined to make a run for it.
A month ago Yen consulted with Asem and wrote to Kiri and the others in the North Mountains of Cardina.
Let a familiar pedestrian using Feilong grab a lot of money to deliver the letter to Kitayama, and the other day the pedestrian returned with a response.
The letter said in Shen's handwriting that he was waiting for the user in the small city of Cardina across the border in Canaan. To the town, ships depart from the harbour of Canaan.
I was swayed by boat for a day and went into the city..., from there I hope to come to North Mountain by Feilong...
Master Malaya, don't you have to rely on someone? Asked Asem, Yen said he would rather rely on Kiri than Malaya.
Yen doesn't know what the situation is with Cardina.
That's why I wanted to think about it once I went to North Mountain.
Kiri and Sui, then Shen. Under no circumstances would the three abandon Yen.
Similar to Assem.
So don't worry, when you say that, Asem leans down with an increasingly depressing look.
Asem wanted to stay in the West.
I guess Cardina doesn't have many good memories either because it's a country she left when she was a kid. Besides, inside the witch at the foot of the North Mountain is an undeveloped land for her inhabited by heathens.
Yen convinced his wife to halfway say that he was fine each time.
Once settled in the North Mountain, he moves somewhere in Cardina. - Son.
Aslan
That's good for you, too.
Every time we talked about it, Asem lay her eyes down and hugged her daughter.
From time to time, I say sadly, "Wouldn't you love your son better than your daughter?"
Even if I argue that's not the case, I just shake my head in bitterness.
My daughter is a beautiful girl, but she doesn't look like a Cardinian.
- That's why Asem's afraid.
"Aslan has blonde hair and empty eyes... with white skin. Something like Vaza... unlike my daughter"
Asem's point was spicy, but he doesn't, he deflects his eyes and denies it.
At the end of the day, reluctantly broken by Yen's opinion, he declared (...) praise (...) the same (...) su (...) ru (...), and potuli on the (...) ka (...) l (...) de (...) y (...) na (...) line (...) ki (...).
The day after Nazir came to bid farewell, Yen and his children gently abandoned Canaan's mansion and went to port with four parents in the shade.
Khalifa, the new Governor of Canaan, would know as much as Yen disobeyed himself, and he would hate Yen, but the eyes of the watch were still nowhere.
I don't know if it matters, such as where some of them are downstairs.
Hurry to a bustling, lonely harbor with a different odd sense of impatience from the tension. Canaan's harbor is often busy with merchants and sailors even at night, but Yen snuck his legs when he reached a harbor compartment that closed decades ago.
There is a boat that would be full if there were a few people aboard, overlooking the sea level from a jetty that is about twice the height of an adult.
Flashing the lantern as laid down, two figures, large and small, who were on board the ship rise.
The hooded pedestrian was a known face, Yen, breathing in relief.
The other one... unexpectedly looked like a woman. - Red hair is slightly brilliant in the moonlight of night.
As if, a blade.
The sea level is very low from the jetty.
Once out of the sea, you can't go back to the jetty.
He was on a thrown rope ladder, and rose to an unreliable boat that swayed with all sorts of shakes, and Yen looked up at his wife with the three moons on her back.
Between the drunken screams heard from distant ports and the sounds of sea water bouncing off the rocks, the sound of the heart is heard loud. Yen reached for his wife and children as he held down the rope ladder.
"Come, Aslan"
Smart Aslan nodded Yeah, small... and prevented Asem from trying to put his foot on it with a stretched face.
……… Assem? "
"Oh, my God?
Asem hugged Aslan, who looked surprised, and shook his head.
With a suppressed voice while raising a lantern, but with a clear voice I say it out.
"No, I'm not going.... I'm not going back to Cardina. Not in the dragons, not in the heathens."
"Assem......?
"Master Khalifa promised me. If it wasn't for you, you'd save my life and my children! Aslan with a mix of dragons must be a good knight, Aisha must be the prettiest kid in the country. I'd rather stay here than make you struggle in Cardina..."
"... are you insane"
Asem looked down at her husband with an angry look on his low groan.
"... I couldn't possibly get everything I wanted, from the beginning! And... you've always wondered, haven't you? This isn't my place, he said. So it's easy to throw away what you've built and go home."
Listening to the sound of throwing up and throwing it away, Yen finally... understood.
How did the thorns disappear from Khalifa's gaze here?
Were there no lookouts around the mansion? How could you have traveled so far to this port?
... everything, because it was on schedule!
Khalifa may have let Asem perform all the muscles and watched the distressed Yen.
Asem hit a lantern on the rope ladder.
Gashan, and the sound of the glass smashing sounds nicely between the waves, and the oil and flames follow the rope ladder down, and the rope ladder burns like it's funny.
Yen silently...... looked up at Asem.
Squeeze words out of your rapidly drying throat.
......... the words that roll off......, though they were awful miserable, untouched, and not a lot of things.
"... I wanted to walk with you until the end. Assem."
"I can't, Prince. You just tried to be generous next to me for a moment. - And when will your end come? Hey, you might have noticed. I'm younger, but you look much younger."
Asem laughed across the flame crying and laughing.
"I'm old, I'm dead... and Aslan and the others are dead. You still live, don't you? In Cardina? In the Dragon Clan? If it's on your friend's side, it must be easy to breathe. That's how - you love someone other than me, you remember me and sometimes you enjoy the view, right?... I'm so sorry to be such a thing! If one day it's going to belong to someone, stay my dear husband and die. Please."
The merchant slipped his gaze at the sudden mourning spot at random, and the other person laughed in his voice in the meantime.
A cold sweat runs down Yen's spine in the voice I heard somewhere.
Gatan, and the ship rocked.
Out of balance and unnecessarily on his knees on the ship... Yen looked up at Asem, still in despair.
Above all, it's vain.
And... the stupidity of myself not noticing Asem's despair even though I was right around the corner... was hilarious.
No, no, no.
Wouldn't you have really noticed?
Asem was so... hated, didn't he dare pretend not to see...
Asem is on his own.
And as much as she did...... Yen would have been solitary......
"You can't kill yourself. So don't live in one place"
A blazing flame burns.
The ship tries to stay away.
"Keep wandering."
Asem's words sound as harsh as a trust obtained by a cleric, falling into the sea at night uh-huh.
"Oh, come on."
Cut off some heavy silence time.
To my ear, it was a cool voice that jumped in.
Looking up at his mother crying as she hugged her sister, the boy called her in an unusual voice.
"I'm sorry, oh, my God. I love you. But... I always do, as you say. Hey, let's cut it in half, shall we?
"Aslan......?
It's pathetic to be alone.
The boy laughed and jumped over the flame into the boat when he put on the run... into my father's chest.
"No! Aslan, don't jump! Stay!!
"Aslan! Aslan! Stop."
Ignoring his parents' words, the light-hearted boy gently subsided in Yen's arms.
Asem, hardened by a wounded expression, swoops over Henahena and the jetty, and Yen hugs her son and eats his teeth away.
I'm sorry.
To a wife, son, or daughter?
On the border I grumbled, the boat leaves the harbor at an unlikely speed.
What the hell, and the merchant who was surprised, at the next moment, leaps into the sea with the sound of a frog crushing..., loud waves.
Without even looking back, Yen was staring at the shadow on the jetty getting smaller.
Offshore...... the ship was across the street, Yen Parents and Sons and the other swayed the ocean at night silently.
... Yen lifts his son's beautiful hair, secretly silent in his arms, and mouths it on his forehead.
Aslan chewed his lips and rubbed his head against his chest.
Yen leaned down, tearing apart how he missed his choice, how he wanted to cry and tuck away that he was an irresistible, stupid kid, and how he couldn't wait to love this temperature.
The person behind him laughs at the crap out of his mind, so he turns his son back and confronts him.
The red-haired woman with the hood removed deserved Yen and his son as she clawed her red-lipped lips.
"The guy just now... I really hated him. I insist on hearing where I'm taking you. I'm sorry! In the first place, I hate Westerners. Dirty, burnt skin! Words sound like bugs. I don't have feelings."
"... since when did the clergy of the National Church start doing such shameless things?"
When Yen put his hand on the sword, Cardina's cleric, Lydia narrowed her eyes by letting the scarlet hair dance to her liking in the sea breeze.
"This is rude, Prince"
"I've never been like that, unfortunately."
"You did, Abandoned Prince."
Yen's mother was the king's daughter, but she was a bastard born with a dragon woman in the West.
And Yen himself is not an outsider.
It was a beautiful royal palace in Cardina, nicknamed the Abandoned Son with mockery.
"... thank you for showing me an interesting farce! I have a good souvenir story for my king."
"My King..."
"Yes, the king of my Vaza, who is so high... said (...) I saw you as my cousin (...) and said (...) yes (...). Do we deserve to inherit Vaza's blood, or... should we solemnly purify it? I'm trying to sort you out. Come on."
Yen remembered the rumors he heard one day.
The contemporary King Vaza is touching…, and he is singling out his people one after the other, falling into suspicious darkness aimed at the throne.
Lydia continued in a good mood.
"Hey, is your wife very good at writing people? - - The letter from your friend, it would have been as if it were real!? The text... I thought about it. He laughed that Governor Khalifa did well, too! It's really stupid of you to follow me with one of those letters!
Yen glanced at the clergyman with his lips clenched.
Lydia rocks loosely for fun like a cat who hunted down a rat.
"To draw the noble blood of the Dragon tribe, there is no incapacity. You're pulling Vaza's blood, but you're like a Westerner!... you don't deserve Vaza at all!... Though it is my king who decides... I'm sure you will be just like me."
Lydia's fingers draw strange shaped circles.
The pain, like he had been beaten, ran to the back of his head, and Yen collapsed to the spot with groans. I heard Aslan whining quietly and sobbing.
"It's okay, Abandoned Prince! I will deliver you safely to the royal palace in Vaza. Because that's what my king wants - and then, though not what I think!
The red-haired cleric told him to throw up.
"You don't look like a vazza to draw Vazza's blood! - I can't forgive myself for being so confused."
The curse of a woman.
- Young man Yen heard it in the West, it was the last word.
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Cardina calls herself the kingdom of God.
Once upon a time, a young man who was a dragon descended to earth to be a son and to create a clan that would unite the kingdom of God.
People with golden hair, eyes of burning signs in the sky, and good looks.
It's like, God.
A clan loved by everything.
Vaza's bloodline ooh. To keep that blood afloat, they repeatedly married their next of kin and eventually began to fall apart......
In the lowest level of the royal palace, the soldiers sighed as they walked through the sewers.
Even the exhaling breath - it's going to smell like rot. Relying on Matsumitsu for his way to the dungeon, he groans with a potpout.
"The king is crazy"
"That's what they all do. Go fast without wasting your mouth."
A nearly thirty year old samurai, with dark eyes, said away. I don't want to go, and the soldiers are lukewarm.
There are bodies in the dungeon again anyway, and the role of the soldiers is their burial.
The contemporary King Vaza, Augusto, was not born to be king. But I was ecstatic about the crown that rolled in when my brother died of an epidemic.
I preferred women and beautiful boys, I loved music, I could paint alcohol in honor of poetry. The nobles rejoiced in the young king, who was only interested in amusement, and increased him by giving him whatever he wanted... but gradually, he was cast into his madness.
The king was a man of madness, but not a fool.
In a report that gave and spoiled the nobility of his children a key position in the army, he set ablaze the spoken loyalists.
Hanging the northern border uncle from the walls, who had vowed his eternal allegiance, he offended and killed the beautiful daughter who boasted of the border uncle, with purple eyes on her dark hair, in front of the nearest ones.
The men of the clan who plotted to discuss him were poisoned......, the underworkers who worked for the royal palace had spent their days lurking their breath.
Do not let the farce carried on in the castle move your mind.
In comedy, in tragedy.
That equals furniture. Because having emotions is what leads to death......
People broken like toys at the whim of the Mad King are dumped in dungeons.
It was the soldier's job to retrieve the body and bury it.
I'm usually alone, but for some reason today this samurai was ordered to go, he followed me. She is an ancient stock samurai, not knowing what her name is, but she has been in the royal palace since she was a little girl and is treasured by the heavy ministers.
I heard there are two bodies today, so you shouldn't be alone.
The soldier thought so, and secretly appeased to the accompaniment of the samurai. I wanted to share my distracted work and my guilt.
"Did you hear how today's sacrifice was killed?
"I don't know the details. Because I don't get too far behind the royal palace. Please, tell me."
The samurai had a flat voice that seemed uninteresting, but begged the soldier to explain.
Without paying attention to the dark eyes of the samurai, the soldier walked with concern for his wet feet... and began to talk as lightly as if talking about the weather.
It's not that he's light-hearted.... is no longer too commonplace and paralyzed.
"Today's body is with a little kid and his father. He was a royal bringer who fled to the West for everything. If you fled to the West, you wouldn't have to bother to kill me, find me and take me... kill me. It's not like I saw it, but it looks like the kid was scratched and blinded... I glanced at him when he was between kings... but he looked beautiful like a god... he looks pathetic."
"What about the father?
"Huh?"
"... how was your father?
The soldier continued, slightly bewildered by the samurai's evocative expression.
Slowly descend the old stone steps. A feather worm jumped in with a pine light..., and burned to the ground. He trampled the carcass unaware, and the soldier went further down… down.
"He's been poisoned. He said," Let him stir up poison in front of you, and if you drink it up beautifully, only my son will help you. "Father... well, you do. Everyone is cute. Better than my son, myself. Besides, there's no way I can believe that guy's terms. He killed my son in front of me because of hesitation..., all the time"
The soldier stopped.
It was because we arrived in a secluded, quiet dungeon.
The samurai asked Matsui, who she had, to divide the fire from the soldier's and said, "You're fine. Because I'll do it alone," he said cold. When a soldier is suspicious, he pulls out a hook and grabs it.
It's an old design, but it was a lot of delicacy. Don't make fun of me, it seems.
The soldier thought for a while... but finally remembered her name and acknowledged that the samurai was a man with a strong mouth.
All you have to do is clean up the body and give it to the lower clergy. Sometimes a samurai can't do it alone.
The soldier waved back his heel to the faceless samurai.
... for the shady face bitch's sake, only the name was a lot cuter. And I think it's ironic.
"Bye, Millie. I asked for the rest."
"Yes."
Opening the rusty iron door, the little samurai snuck herself into the dungeon.
Poor little body looked down as if it were a twist.
Father says he was screaming to spit blood.
I scream as I watch my son get nabbed for giving me a cut of gold...
... please don't. Because I'm gonna die! Please!
Please, kill me, somebody! Not that innocent kid, but me!!
Oh...... God, the Great God of Cardina, please kill me sinful. Condemn me for sparing my life for a moment. I never meant it, someone! Poison me! To me.
Now......
Everything, drink up, please.
The wish was fulfilled by the benevolent king after his son breathed tragically out.
Millie put the tools of course on the floor and looked down at her little body wrapped in an old cloth as if it were garbage.
I'm going to lie down gently and twirl you into the new clothes I've been preparing.
Distract yourself from the tragic wounds of your body and put your clothes on, wiping your dirty face clean with tears.
You must have suffered, but your unusual face is beautiful and still soft... tears may have fallen and I'll pluck your boy's cheeks.
"I'm sorry, prince... but I've been soiled with the tears of a lowlife like me. I'm sorry. But really, you look just like Master Yenjay... because of course I don't know what Master Yenjay was when he was your prince's age... I'm sure he was such a beautiful prince surprised like this, I just imagine... he's cute and how smart he looks! You must have been a proud boy..."
When she wears makeup to death clean as if she were a noble brother, Millie flutters and approaches the father's side of the breathless child.
I'm glad it's poison. If you wipe it around your mouth.
It must have been Yenjay L'Evito Vaza who kept admiring that Millie would see him sometime during the last twenty years. Was the beautiful hair that was golden because of the poison or white as snow, eyes that should have been different colors have turned to dull gold in both eyes.
"Your Highness lied to me, when I became a lady, you said you would come and see me one day. I've been waiting for you in the royal palace."
Millie cried like a child in the dungeon.
No-one, such as the one who raised his voice and howled like a wolf but blamed it on seeing it.
It's not His Highness, and Yenjay got up and smiled and hoped that he could correct it, but the good guy was supposed to have a nasty body, and he didn't move.
... cry, cry, cry for a moment. Millie also cleans Yenjay's body and cleans his jacket, letting him hold his favorite sword.
Looking at the beautiful parents and children as if sleeping side by side, Millie waited for the priest's visit.
"... I saved your life. I'm sorry I couldn't give you anything back...... please, may Vaza perish. May you show up better to kill that Mad King. If God is somewhere..., please"
The good samurai, who kept closing her eyes and praying, had never noticed that the fingers of the body had moved perfectly...
At dawn, the priests came.
The pair looked at their parents and children who had been cleansed of makeup more beautifully than they needed to die, but began to carry the bodies.
The samurai instructs me to grasp and carefully bury a few pieces of gold, and obey them with great care.
The clerics blurred as they headed to the joint cemetery.
"Every day, every day, someone carries a corpse. I don't like it."
"Hold on, what's with the body today? I'll include that old samurai, and... it looks like Malaya Bayesia said she'd see and hear the body in a semi-frequent manner."
"... are you part of the royal family for a moment?
I don't know, the cleric waved for the first time.
"Even so, you better not know.... pretend you don't hear anything if you don't want to die, good or bad, it's none of our business"
"That's right."
Upon arrival at the cemetery, one of the clerics began to clamp the chest of a small body.
"Hey, what are you doing?
"I just saw a little light in the sun....... oh! Look at that. What is this stone, glowing rainbow... isn't it beautiful! Let's get it for nothing."
"You're frightened."
"Okay? The dead had it, and it had to add up to anything. I'll sell them out and pay for the liquor at best."
What the priest gave away from the child was the luminous stone of the Dragon clan called Heart Stone, but they had no reason to know.
Let's just bury the body and go home, looking back... They snapped their necks.
Parents and children who were lined up to sleep are neglecting to disappear while the two are blinded by Huishi.
There's no body.
"... where the hell have you been?
Behind the two hurried, there was no sound, and the white blade was brilliant.
There is a heavy noise... and the clerics roll to the ground to despair.
The man picked up Shining Stone as he kicked the two of them into the grave. Swing the sword in quick motion and drain the blood.
"... with dirty hands, don't touch it. And to this... and to my son"
When a man softly holds his son's body, he looks up to heaven.
The man's eyes are gold.
Ironically, the sky I looked up to is clear everywhere.
I was honoring the color he had lost...