The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Fire blows up in the woods at night.

Bon in the dark. (Chattering)

Fire created to avoid the beast gleams in oranges amidst darkness everywhere.

Deep darkness stands out more because of the slightest light than nothing.

Together.

Someone said.

From the beginning, those who didn't know the light or anything could have drifted in peace and darkness.

- Shall I tell him an interesting story?

No, it's not funny at all.

Everywhere, commonplace, of the life of one human being that is not enough to take, a story.

The man said no one knew him anymore.

And those who answer, they are no more.

Dead odor, rotten odor. A mellow, irresistibly sweet smell falls on my stomach and stares.

... the end is the beginning, the beginning is the end.

Stories that have begun on their own can no longer be closed. The contours of people dissolve in a pompous, mouth-watering darkness.

A wolf roars somewhere. The mourning of the bird irregularly carves time, and the bird drops its wings into darkness and leaves.

He's the only one who stays in the dark forever.

Him, just one.

The witch who lives in the woods of Cardina North - his father died when Theseus, one of the people who uses suspicious knowledge and medicine, was well-intentioned.

I remember my father was a strange dragon tribe, doctor, blurry, kind man who interacted with humans.

Next to my father's remains my mother cried all night, and that became Theseus' oldest memory.

Always beside my parents, there was a dragon clan with gray hair.

Brown skin on white snowy hair. Golden eyes like orange.

The man with the amazingly beautiful face said Yen.

My mother, Yen, who said she was Kiri's friend, was only by Theseus as a matter of course.

The man of beauty, who is the chief edger of the Dragon Nation, hated them even when he was ordered to stay inside for a long time and didn't really lean inside and seemed to be going to the West or even the country of the brilliant (fans) beyond the mountains.

What is an unthinkable journey for?

It's like I'm looking for something...

I've asked my mother because I'm curious.

To Theseus, who asked, Kiri... (by then, Kiri had become ill and occasionally, asleep) began to talk to Pottori Pottori while looking at the ceiling, behaving and smoking cigarettes on the bed.

I look up at Theseus, and I hand invite him, come.

"I don't know everything either. I've been to and from the West, and Nazil... and you've been there before... and you're an asshole, disgusting grandfather who's the governor of an oasis city... and you've heard it from him. I'm just matching all the stories I've heard. Theseus,... in your spare time, you listen?

Theseus laughs bitterly when he grabs his hand to beg, back-to-back with a rude tone.

and undertake.

My mother is no longer forever.

I thought you wanted to tell someone. Like a will.

The pureblooded dragon tribe has golden eyes, and the half dragon tribe, like Theseus, only one of them becomes golden.

However... In rare cases, both eyes become golden when those who draw Dragon blood are resurrected from the dead.

So from man to dragon......

Yen, who was nearly killed once, breathed back a few days after that.

He said he didn't know the cause of the resurgence, and that no one knew the terms?

"Yen said he was not as powerful as he was when he was human. I can't compare my arm strength to the speed at which my body moves, and... I can see where my people are now."

Theseus nodded, oh.

When I was a kid, Yen decided to get lost in the back of the woods, and I'm good at wondering if that's what he came looking for.

Kiri began to talk about Yen afterwards, as if he had seen it.

Yen, who gained his ability as a dragon clan like the price of losing his family, apparently took it back to the West Country first.

- I went to Canaan, which was Western territory at the time, and I snuck into the governor's office and literally tore Khalifa apart who was governor.

In the timing of predicting the end of the tragic revenge play, former Governor Canaan Isfan appeared on the spot. Isfans say what they saw was a dragon tribe man standing up in a sea of blood.

Where you took him out of, right in front of him, a beautiful woman staring blurry at the ceiling hugging the doll and singing in a thin voice.

Asem is repeating, repeating, singing lullabies.

Unmaimed bodies, horribly beautiful dragon tribes and weak women.

Isfan looked at the scene and waved for the first time with a ready-made sense of vision,

Once, I was present on the same occasion.

Even then he was deprived of his family... and in mourning.

But it's not sadness that wraps Yen now, it's hatred and anger.

"I'm looking for my daughter. Aisha is nowhere. Even though I have to protect her!... oh, I wonder where he is"

In a bright voice out of place as the men calmed back, Asem said.

Strangely, I look up at Yen with no expression.

"Hey, dragon tribe. Don't you know my husband and son? He left us and went to Cardina first... it should be time for him to pick us up..."

Yen can put his strength into a hand with a sword.

The chair fan held his patterned hand from the top as his men walked into the sea of blood to approach the man who was his former subordinate as he stood still.

Looking down at his emotional fallen eyes, Isfan shakes his head.

"No, no more killing allowed."

"Why? It would have made your job easier, wouldn't it? You can thank me."

Ironically laughing eyes are gold.

Hair that gathered the rays of the beautiful sun fades and has grey hair like an old man.

Even if my former friends saw him, I never realized that this man was the same person who lived as one mediocre father in this Canaan...

Once again, the chair fans shook their heads slowly as they listened to Nazil groan behind their backs the whole time.

"Canaan has come under my control. From now on, all the people and buildings in this city are mine. No one is allowed to get hurt. And between us and the (...) of the Dragon (...) clan (...) there is an (...) inviolable covenant. The Dragons must not be involved in human strife in the West, never. … she, let me take refuge"

Yen grinned with his nose white, hah, and a sword of escape was laid on his sheath.

Asem chased him to Yen, "Hey," Yen shook his shoulder tingly.

"Hey, dragon tribe. Please, look for my daughter. That's where Khalifa sleeping left Aisha! That's terrible, she can't do it without me... oh, I wonder if Aisha will be back soon. I'd be mad if Yen came back. Even though I can live happily ever after with four members of my family.... because he's lonely"

Asem hugs the doll, oh? Said.

"Aisha! Were you here? When did you come back?... Mother can't, I didn't realize. I'm sorry. I'm not letting you go anymore... Lovely Aisha, I love you. Love it. My sweet little girl...... you wouldn't do it like me. The happiest thing in the world, it makes me happy, extraordinary, sweet, special, most..."

Asem sang out again.

The men were silent on an unusual sight, only an old song from the West over the body.

It pours down like a big rain, limp and merciless.

the way the stars of the night illuminate.

Travelers take shadows.

Follow the darkness, try to level.

Dream of the open light.

Take one shadow...

Yen returns Khalifa's body, saying that he is done.

On that back, Isfan spoke up.

"It happened because of my absence. If you feel resentful, you can kill me here and now. resentment."

His men were a little confused by the words of the chair fans, but Yen looked back obliquely and threw up.

"Nonsense. What would it be to kill you? I'm ready to kill Khalifa. And then it's not about the West anymore... in the pledge of our Dragon Nation and the West King."

Nazil laid his eyes down at the sound of the cold dragon clan.

Don't die, he said.

Said it was only a few months ago that we broke up, but the shadow of my friend at that time is nowhere.

Don't worry... Yen's footsteps stay away.

When Nazil never looked back at his intentions, his appearance was nowhere else.

Asem quietly took his breath away after a few years remaining in Isfan's rear palace.

Yes, Kiri heard.

It was also rumored that he had a child with the spouse of an ice fan while he was like a child, and no, I really don't know whose child that is, but the poor ice fan took the child, too.

She also had such strange rumors... but I don't know much about the depths of the exotic rear palace or the outsiders.

Even Kiri said Asem was dead anyway. I just heard Nazil explain it like it's hard to say.

Kiri was not informed of her obituary by Yen for a long time, but Yen may have known for a long time.

After the West, Yen returned to Cardina.

I found it difficult to sneak into the royal palace and kill the king. He spent a few years in the North Mountains, begged by the new dragon clan chief who was replacing him...

Eventually, I will get to know the young purple-eyed borderline uncle who ruled the North..., to help.

Walt Borderline uncle, the head of a prestigious family to be royal, was tragically murdered by the Mad King of his father and sister.

Hide that grudge and enter the king, eventually dreaming of killing the Vaza dynasty.

Yen seemed to have gained the status of a guest like Uncle Borderline's men and was in a leak.

I also remember Theseus blurry about that time.

I always smelled blood and got hurt somewhere, and I don't think Yen liked it at all back then. When Theseus asks why the nobles of Cardina follow him, how much more interesting is it to destroy Vaza itself than just assassinate the king of Vaza? And I was laughing.

... It's not funny at all, Theseus argued...

"Was Yen happy that Vaza was doomed"

Kiri laughed like she was in trouble as Theseus shrugged as she gave up smoke from her mother.

"I don't know...... I was angry that Walt had lost his day when he gave me his word to destroy Vaza."

Walt Borderline Bob... became the new king of Cardina, destroying the Vazza royal family... did not.

He welcomed the princess to his wife, osteopened by the princess of beauty, the orphan of King Vaza, and helped those of his clan who would take her.

So the Vaza clan has lost its kingdom. It still survives as the only Duke of Cardina.

Like a spark that keeps smoking, they and the nobles surrounding them are targeting the new royal leg loss with tiger vision.

The peace of Cardina was...... Princess Beatrice, still a little, daughter of the new king. Theseus learned the other day that it was the name. Princess Beatrice was entrusted to Theseus' precious sister, because she was a half-sister).

Cardina is exotic to Theseus.

Though it is not something that anyone could have known to reign...... of a peaceful temperament he can only pray that there will not be a very bad civil unrest.

After a long story, Kiri laid her eyes down.

"If I die, the guy who knows what's going on with Yen is almost gone. Hey, Theseus. He's a troubled guy, too, but occasionally...... will you mind?

Theseus nodded, OK.

"Yen, is it time to come home?

"I guess."

"Mother,... Yen wanders everywhere... what are you looking for?

Kiri smiled sadly.

"I'm trying to fulfill Asem's wishes. You must be an idiot. My daughter... I'm looking for Aisha who was a baby."

"... are you alive?

He also heard that his daughter, who was left in the West with Asem, was killed by Khalifa or sold to a slave trader.

I don't know where he is, anyway.

"What do you think? But, perseverance, perseverance Yen is looking for... enough time to be distracted... me too, I know how you feel. If you see the same thing, I'm sure I'll go find it at the end of the world."

Kiri blurred, disturbing Theseus' hair.

Theseus says yes.

After narrowing his eyes to his son's reaction... come on, Kiri got out of bed.

If he's coming back, I'll behave like a meat dish, and laugh with pleasure.

... Kiri's appearance is that it's time to plug into old age.

But for Kiri like that, Yen seems to have been "like a brother".

The life of the Dragons is long.

- Much more than humans.

Even if Kiri becomes an old woman and she is out of breath, she will still live as a dragon tribe, much younger before.... and Theseus dies faster than he does, too. Probably.

Kiri looks out the window at the sky for a long time and is in love with its blue.

"I feel sorry for the dragons."

"Pathetic? Why not?"

Kiri said, letting the sky play with her gaze.

"Because I can't choose to die myself. I can't kill myself. I can't end that life with my own death... it must be a curse"

"Curse."

"I... wish I could have killed Yen. I can't seem to.... he wants me to live, irresponsibly."

Kiri shook her head and said, "You've spooked me," she heads to the kitchen.

Theseus replied quietly, looking at the west sky.... I see a dragon shadow in the distance.

Did Yen return, Theseus narrowed his eyes.

- Kiri died a few years later, after a disease.

I remember that smoke ravaged by the witch habits of North Mountain..., Yen watched it all the way up to night alone.

Time flies.

Flown for years and years.

Theseus knew love, tore it.

I lost my only family, my mother, and instead I got the opportunity to raise Singh, my childhood friend's son.

Raise him mercifully as if he were his own child......, but turn Sin over at the request of Beatrice, Queen of Cardina.... Every day moves pale, regardless of the amount of grief.

From time to time, Yen came to Theseus to tell a souvenir story that he could not return to the North Mountain, and he noticed that he was gone. That's... living without roots.

I sometimes wonder if Yue, a half-dragon boy who has now changed his name to Stanis Saule, was in the North Mountains without choosing Leshek, the head of Vaza.

If so... Yen wondered if it would have stopped all the way to North Mountain.

Though it's all pointless assumptions.

I hope Yen doesn't come back to North Mountain.

I hope you die somewhere and an end is struck to your lonely journey.

Whatever......, maybe Theseus dies before him. Leave him and pass away first.

"If only I could kill him."

Sometimes I remember my mother's voice that

Yen won't like it if it's not a joke, but sometimes, heartfelt, I wish I could do that.

I wish I could give him an end. But Theseus won't be able to do it either.... I want him alive.

Even after I die, it should be noted.

Time flies.

In an instant.

◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆

Time flies.

Too soon.

That day, a group of men and women were silently walking down the corridor of the National Church in the King's Capital in Cardina.

Some time ago there was a scandal in the National Church that the culprit, who had been imprisoned, would die of poisoning after escaping from prison.

The woman is being daunted on the property, and there is a strange sense of tension in the National Church.

It was not the headquarters of the National Church where the two walked, but the creepy tranquillity there, far from quiet, though the retired clerics and others lived away.

Typically, in Cardina, the dead are buried in a burial.

Cremation, unless it's a plague, is a treatment for the blame.

The name of the blame is Lydia.

For nearly half a century he was a cleric in the heart of the National Church.

Those who were pleased to hear the obituary of the priest Lydia, will not be less.

She comes from the Letto family, which produces many temple officials, so the Letto family praised her for the pride of the clan until the other day, when the sins she committed were exposed to the day and the clan's reputation fell to the ground, and only the temple officials.

When I heard the chief priest who heard the obituary say, "I'm glad you died before I was put on trial," he whispered to me in the temple.

In contrast to the temple officials who had laid down their breasts, a party serving the queen bit their teeth.

We have missed the opportunity (card) to learn more about the sins committed by the high priests and to use the treatment as a bargaining material to gain an advantage over the Church of the Nation, and we cannot help it.

And it would have hurt a lot to lose your deputy prime minister. Lydia, who was likely to be an anti-queen weakness, conveniently snuck into the deputy prime minister's office for some reason, killing him and poisoning him to death in discipline.

It's an overdone story, but so far we haven't covered the cause of death.

The man ironically raised the edge of his mouth as he stopped at the edge of the hallway and watched the smoke being dazzled from the top of the tall building.

"Glad you're dead, huh? Good for you, at least be happy."

The man who uttered the ironic words has blue eyes on his dark hair and his skin is burning in the day.

It was a common feature of the Northerners.

On his right wrist he had a spicy arm decoration that was incompatible with his simple outfit.

"Didn't you mean to blaspheme the dead?

The man smiles when he is bewitched by a beautiful woman in a chilling tone.

"You're not blaspheming, are you? I'm just stating the facts."

"Oh, yeah? Shut up a little more than that. I had a hard time bringing you here, too. Will you keep quiet and discreet? Otherwise, just go home alone."

I flaunt my shoulders with cold eyes.

An old cleric hurries to give way when he realizes the two of them who have walked silently.

The name of the woman with chestnut hair is Silvia Yara Heltling.

She is the beloved daughter of the Countess Catagina, a leading member of the Vazza clan whom the priests worship as God.

The old cleric was surprised to see who the man with him was, but Sylvia replied softly, "A customer in front of you".

"... to Lady Malaya, is it?

"Yeah, don't worry, Malaya will reward me for coming here with this guest."

"Well, what's your guest's name..."

"I don't know much about it either. Guests of Malaya, and only"

The old cleric looked down at the man beside her, but he bowed his head in a panic, shot cold at him by the nobility.

In the meantime, an old samurai with malaya was waiting for you both, and to pick you up, I lost the opportunity to get a name and stopped to drop off my back.

Dark-haired, blue-eyed, but terribly beautiful man.

It's like God.

It could be the side of Vaza, famous for its beauty.

Perhaps, being good at it, he put his head on the back of the two of them, and soon forgot about them.

"What about Master Malaya?

"It's time for you to wake up from your sleep. Please wait in the next room."

"Okay."

That is what the old maid replied, and Sylvia and the others obeyed with great devotion.

Malaya is the oldest woman in the Vaza clan named Malaya Bayesia Vaza, and from the face of Vaza is called Your Majesty. Ninety would be beyond old age.

Originally born as the last princess of the Vazza royal family, he had an incapacity, but therefore moved to the Church of the Nation, and thus escaped the ordeal when Beatrice's father, the former king, slaughtered the Vazza royals...

"Joanna is also visiting today, please enter your room after Joanna leaves"

The old samurai had just a little confusion on the table.

I guess Joanna's visit was unplanned. Sylvia glanced at her shoulder.

Two men, left in the room. I look back and stare at the side of the man.

"... you wouldn't do anything crazy to Master Malaya, would you?

"What's funny?

He said, "Don't do any harm."

The man ironically distorted his brilliant face.

"You don't have any credibility, I just want you to meet Malaya, who I used to be familiar with. Then I'll answer your question. Not a bad deal, is it?

"Isn't that true?

"Terrible."

The man sighed.

Attracting the chair, he sat down behaving badly and looked up at Sylvia.

"Does your suspicion come from human disbelief? Or do you hate men? Which one?"

"I just don't like you. Don't make the subject bigger."

"Okay, okay,... I'm not going to hurt Malaya. I just need to ask you something. Really."

"Isn't that true? If you're lying, I'll never tell you what you want to know."

"Some hands force me to break my mouth."

"Please do that. Because I'll bite your tongue and die. Everything you need to know is in the dark. Good for you."

Everywhere a cold, stubborn woman heard a tall scream from Malaya's room, where the man made some indulgence.

"Aaaaaa!!! Aah!!"

"Dear Sir, Malaya!!

What I heard following the scream of the old woman would be the voice of Joanna, four of the Vazza family's four sisters, making her Sylvia's aunt.

Even though Sylvia hesitated, the man stepped into Malaya's room, seemingly knowing on his own that he would softly rise from his chair.

"Wait!

Sylvia's suppression is lightly ignored.

When the man entered the neighbor's room, the old maid with malaya was baffled, and Joanna sharply did what.

"Who is it, impudent!

"Guest, now..."

The man looked down in a cold blue at the skinny old woman, breathing roughly in Joanna's arms, without the two voices to stop at all.

Was Malaya having nightmares, repeated a rough breath, sweat seeping through her forehead?

- You're old, Bayesian.

The man rudely uttered her baptismal name.

Malaya Bayesia Vaza cursorily raised her face, looked at the man's face and shivered slightly.

The impudent, the moment Joanna tried to scream back, hardening her body to the name emanating from the old woman.

"... Lord Ruevito..."

"Oh, you weren't busy enough to see my face, or it was superimposed!

The man of beauty laughs blatantly.

Yoanna was puzzled by Sylvia showing up in the room late from the man.

And in the name of the man Malaya spoke of, too.

L'Evito.

Meaning god of war. That's the baptismal name of Joanna's half-brother (whoops) Lechek.

And it is decided that only those of the Vaza clan will be given their name.

But Joanna didn't remember the man's face. You're from a clan? No, it's a face I don't know. Neither golden hair nor watery eyes are the hallmarks of Vaza.

No, I feel like I saw it somewhere... but the discomfort got in the way and to Yoanna, I can't remember.

"This person... who is it, Sylvia?

"On Aunt Yoanna...... he is"

Before Sylvia deludes herself, Malaya answers.

"... Yoanna, he is my guest. It's my acquaintance. Old, old, acquainted. It's okay, I'm worried about you... it's okay."

"... Your Excellency. But such as putting something of uncharacteristic nature in your room! Call people......!

The only reason Joanna couldn't tell me until the end was because she had a blade stuck in her throat. A small knife tucked in the man's palm is pressed perfectly against his throat.

When, at the same time as I think, I get scared of the cold feeling. Sylvia blued and the man said in a low voice without hiding his frustration.

"Will you shut up for a while, Countess Judal? I'm wasting my time, too. I don't want to be in such a bad chest shit place for a second if I can. Be quiet. Listen to me from Bayesia and I'll be right out."

The blade at the neck changes the angle slightly and the pain runs slightly.

"If you can't be quiet, you can let him be quiet. Sylvia, you sit in that chair without imitating anything strange."

"... I didn't say you weren't going to do harm, liar"

"I swore I would do nothing to you and Malaya. I'm protecting that. I haven't promised anything to this woman. It doesn't matter to me."

Joanna accidentally grabs her collar with her left hand on her chest and swallows the sawdust. The man looked at Yoanna funny.

"... ah (...) n (...) also (...) left (...) interest (...) ki (...), (...) na (...) ru (...) ho (...)"

Sweat transmits Yoanna's back to a mocking tone.

Malaya begged quietly.

"... Yoanna, me and him, we're old acquaintances. Really. Don't worry about anything because it's okay..."

When Joanna agreed with her gaze alone, she collapsed naggingly. My aunt, and Sylvia offer me a wretched fit in the arm.

Then I shook my lips small and said.

"Hey, I'm done, you... Stannis's..."

A man removed his bracelet as if to affirm Joanna's whining.

As soon as possible, the glossy dark hair turns white as snow, the blue of the sky turns to the moon of night, and the skin turns to brown, like a Westerner.

No, should I say it's back to normal?

- Perhaps he was visionary with the technique put in his bracelet.

... a dragon clan, Joanna thought, and remembered seeing him at a night club a few months ago.

Dragon tribe that emerged as a messenger of the West.

And even before that, Joanna had seen him.

A long time ago.

When she was a girl again, childhood tame - the sad thing is, Joanna would be the only one - I had seen Stannis call this man by his name several times, grossly abominable and somewhere proud and affectionate.

"Yen......"

The dragon man, Yen crouched by Malaya as he glanced cold at Joanna and Sylvia and looked up at her.

"Long time no see, Malaya Bayesia"

"... you too. Today, what can I do for you? Lord Ruevito."

"I need to ask you something."

Yen blocked his mouth with a handkerchief as he approached Yoanna, who was in Sylvia's hand. Lightly she falls asleep.

"... I hate trouble. Sylvia, do what you have to do."

"... ok"

Sylvia, with the help of a samurai, let her aunt lie in her bench. At a glance at it, Yen pulled a chair next to Malaya and sat down.

Show Malaya that a thin smoke rises outside the window.

"Did I say Lydia? That woman is ashed over there. I had something to ask that woman, and it's all ash, too. Hey, Malaya. You were close to that woman, weren't you? You tell me instead. What, it was only a few decades ago, you must remember"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Where is the maid of the Earl of Heltling family, Sylvia's mother neglected and turned away?

"Oh, my God..."

"Don't be silly, I'll rip your mouth off. - It's about the daughter of the Dragon Clan, picked up by the earlier Earl of Heltling and made her a samurai. I'm talking about Aisha, the nanny of the Heltling sisters. I heard you helped Katagina nearly kill him.... where are you now"

"... what is she, your?

"It's my daughter. When I was a man, you know."

Sylvia inhales.

Malaya covered her face.

"Why, you're alive... I thought you were dead, Yenjay"

"I was gonna do that, too. But I was hated by Reapers. Come on, Malaya. If your samurai or Countess Judal's life is at stake, just say so. Where did you hide my daughter?

The old clergyman... showed the map he put up on the wall, with his wrinkled fingers...

The northern forest witch, Theseus, was reading the letter back in his chambers that day.

Singh, the adopted son of Theseus, was the king's capital of Cardina and seemed troubled but growing. Getting friends, falling in love...... like a natural human being, frankly.

Time flies. To humans.

... it could have been the gospel that would never visit a man who had become a dragon clan again.

Time flies......

I got a letter from Singh saying I'm going to graduate from military school.

It was a long time (with Isaac and Vincent on the way... although someone else's handwriting seemed to be mixed up) for Singh, who acknowledged the sad mating of school life, as she read the letter and smiled, the door of the house was hastily kicked through.

It was Yen who showed up, looking bored as usual. He..., without asking anything, wants us to come with him to Merje, Vaza territory of Cardina.

Merge was a land visited only a few years ago with Sin and... Remilia, the Duchess of Vaza.

It is now the territory deposited by Countess Heltling, the eldest sister of the Duke of Karishe, Reschek Ruevito Vaza......

It was the nursing home outside Merge that Theseus was taken to Yen without asking why.

Facilities to treat poor people for free......

In one of the humid hospital rooms, she was.

While sleeping in a crude bed, my hand moves looking for something.

"It's okay, I'm here."

It was a sneaky beauty to take her hand and look down at a skinny woman with loving eyes.

The lean sick man was dreaming or half-opened eyes, singing a song small.

Beautiful voice, singing something like a lullaby from the West.

"Check him out, will you?

Theseus took the pulse of the sick man to check his mouth, flipped his eye lid to check for anemia…, shaking his head.

Visually look at the cloth.

I guess I just changed it, but I found my underwear dirty with blood. Upon examining his body, Theseus frowned whether it was an old wound or a distorted twitch that stabbed him in the belly.

I guess the tumour in her belly will take her life, but this wound must have been terrible too.

If I had seen him a few more years early, I would have glimpsed the pain, but no longer... everything would be too late.

"It may not last for a few days.... Anyone close? If you have a family, you might want to call them."

Theseus' words whispered the beautiful woman who was holding the sick hand...

"Aisha!... oh my god! How awful......"

The sick man opens his eyes as if he turned to me in the cry of a beautiful woman.

Theseus found a zoster goosebump in her beautiful eyes that did not look good on her twisted face.

... beautiful eyes, like gold painted green.

Aisha.

It's a common name in the West. … often, there are…….

The sick had brown skin and black eyes.

Beautiful, though.

How beautiful would it have been when I was healthy?... With a hiatus, Theseus looked up at Yen standing behind him.

The dragon tribe man of beauty does not make him as slight as a statue, but as ruthless as the apostle of God who came to tell of death, looking down at the sick man and..., the beautiful woman who cries to her.

"... don't nag, Sylvia... I met you, Sylvia. Very, very happy. Best, Mixed"

"I don't want to! We met because of you, and there's no such thing! I've been looking for you. I was looking for you... but why are you doing this..."

Theseus could finally remember where he saw the crying beauty.

Dominic Kirchner, the eldest son of the Baron Kirchner family, a leading aristocrat in the north, accompanied him as a partner in the nightclub. Though there is no such thing as going to the house of the Cardinal aristocrats, Theseus also made a rare appearance in gratitude for the support of the heavy rain the other day.

The beautiful woman, if you ask, is a Vaza clan, but she is a widow.

Then it wouldn't even be an unmatched edge...... smile...... I did, though.

When Theseus was stunned, Yen was dark and laughed.

"This girl, she said, served the Heltling family."

Aisha was picked up on one of her journeys as an orphan from the West.

In one place it was used as a chore, while the contents that did not grow at all were adults and the appearance was a toddler around 5 years old......, they treated it like a show.

Was it happy or unhappy that my skin was brown? In the flower district, he was repelled to be exotic, and - as if he were not a person, he was seen with strange eyes.

... At one point, one entertains himself in a wealthy aristocratic mansion in the south.

I was picked up by my predecessor, the Earl of Heltling, who pitied the young girl who would be used.

At the Earl of Heltling's house, Aisha said she spent time as a samurai, little by little, growing up. Slightly, loosely but surely, like a normal human being.

... to her too, like a human being, time flied.

Eventually, when the Count married Vaza's eldest sister, he said he took care of her heltling sisters like a nanny instead of Katajina, who hated parenting.

In a peaceful land in the south, the sisters and the Earl and Aisha lived happily as if they were family.

But.

Aisha, at one point, was to be pursued by the Count family, touching the earlier Countess of Heltling, Catagina Reverse Scale. The abdominal wound was also Catagina's order, and my men put it on... Sylvia, who was supposed to be Catagina's daughter, said.

Yen was small, he said.

"... my daughter"

"Yen......"

"Finally, I found it"

But Yen laughed.

Dark everywhere...... smile without a voice.

"but soon mourn"

The lightning struck, and as if that were a signal, the large grains of rain began to pound on the thin roof.

Melje is a rainy region.

And this year, anyway, it's going to rain heavily.

It's still daytime, but it's dark out there.

... Rain lasts three days and three nights.

Before even seeing a slice of the cloud, Aisha shrugged.

... Shall I tell him an interesting story?

said the man.

"No, it's not funny at all. Everywhere, commonplace, of the life of one human being that is not enough to take, a story. No one knows him anymore. And he that answereth the call, is no more. I'm talking about a helpless man who lost his mother, lost his friends, lost his wife, lost his son."

Dead odor, rotten odor.

A mellow, irresistibly sweet smell falls on my stomach and stares.

"... the end is the beginning, the beginning is the end. Stories that have begun on their own can no longer be closed. I've already lost all my fringe as a human being. Just now. Again, at Vaza's hands."

A wolf rang somewhere, and the groaning of the walrus irregularly engraved time.

A bird drops its wings into darkness and leaves.

He's the only one who stays in the dark forever.

Just him.

"... but"

"Don't you think it's funny that they just take it away from you?

It doesn't make any sense, the man laughed.

It's my spare time to die, I say with a big laugh.

The story is closed.

Over anyone's head, equally.

Equally.

If there was a dynasty that was supposed to perish, but was unfairly, unclosed, then someone would be kind enough to close it.

That's right.

Someone laughs...

I'm sure he will.

Far away, I could hear someone crying and agreeing.