"Oh, dreams, or...!
I didn't wake up a bit because of the example dream I hadn't had in a long time. Maybe he was alarmed because he had barely seen it anymore lately. Slightly, I was sweating enough to feel uncomfortable.
"My sins will never disappear..."
It was a little over 200 years ago. It was the most intense, hard and painful period of my life. That period is only a small one, if you think about it now.
Now I can't clean it up with the word regret. You've already decided to live your whole life on your back. I'm used to dreaming about those days. Less frequent but usual.
However, the dreams I had just had were slightly different from the usual ones. Really, if you weren't conscious, you wouldn't have noticed. It was a minor change.
"Whose hand was that..."
I gently touched my own shoulder, that hand. On the verge of being swallowed up by a rampant force, when I tried to change from human to demonic, I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. I guess it was still not my fault because I still remember that feeling from my dreams. Hands on unconsciously touched areas.
I felt inspired. I thought it would be okay because this pain wouldn't last long. It was another moment.
"... the sound of my heart is calming down already. Normally, I don't feel comfortable anymore."
The morning after I had a nightmare, it had taken some time for the fear of the time to come back to life and move out. It's a pitiful story, but I can't help it all. A doctor named Ludovic, who saw me on Eugene's introduction, said it was traumatic, like a heart disease, so I couldn't help it. If you can't do anything about it, and you need time to calm down, that's fine.
That's why it was so common to take the time to rebuild our feelings, but this time we're going to be able to move now. It's been a long time since the nightmare itself, so maybe if you tell me it's because it's been quite a while since then...
"Must have been saved by that hand, I..."
Nevertheless, this is just a dream. Maybe I can tell you that something out of the ordinary has changed my mind. If you are finally taking the time and trying to get over it, it is a good thing. But now I feel like thanking the owner of that hand. I closed my eyes gently and said a softly thankful word to that person I didn't know with anyone.
Last night was the first day of the joint meeting. Looks like the meeting went ahead without delay. However, the atmosphere is not yet over, probably because we are about to have a detailed meeting on the Games.
I have not participated in the joint meeting, but this way I look out the window and look in the direction of Sterla, the place of the meeting, with magic, and I know that much. Hmm, because it's still early in the morning, don't leave everyone in their room. They're a bunch of strong people, and each one is unique. It was easy to find with the quality of magic. Using magic to detect their emotions and so on for the sake of not having a hard time finding them, I was able to grasp the whole thing.
Besides, my half-baked Eugene is at the meeting. His signs are easier to sense than anyone else's. For a moment, a slightly hurried emotion was conveyed, but it seems that there is no problem because it also healed quickly.
Well, you can hear more about it later when Kron and Richt get back. Did those two have a little conversation? It may have been an old man's favor, but I forced him to go for a little push on the back.
... I hope it's not getting worse. There's nothing we can do about all this. Damn, it would be nice if Kron was a little more honest though Richt is straight. The maiden heart is elusive.
But I also know how Klon feels. He said he couldn't take a step forward because he later knew it would scratch him. I don't have a choice. Kron is subhuman, but Richt is human. Human times are terribly short. Now Richt is already older than Kron if calculated as the same race. Only a few times, in this meagre period, which also seems to be to the degree of blinking, we quickly grow old. By watching Richter growing day by day up close, Kron would also have found it horrible.
Extra if you have strong feelings.
That's why I need something good to convey my thoughts quickly. Is Kron willing to keep his thoughts in his chest as he is?... Well, emotions are complicated. We just have to keep an eye on Kron's pace. Klon is the only one who can decide what's best. That's something I can also say to Richt. When to tell, it is also a choice.
"When the time comes, we'll change our minds again."
Things have something called timing. It is something that makes me want to get my hands on, but this place is patient. All I can do is give you time to face it slowly. I'm not afraid of Kron's chilling gaze when you two tell him to head to the meeting.
... Let's get to work for real. If this leads to delays, they will get more jobs in the future.
"Demon King"
"Mm-hmm. Torsch."
Just then I try to make my way to the executive desk, and I can speak to the current Chancellor, Torsch. She is the turn of the former Prime Minister, Hudrich. More than a dozen years after Hudrich's death, she had done her job splendidly.
"... Oh, you said you wanted to take a vacation today"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. When there's no Kron or Richter."
At the end of her right hand, a child still young. The boy, who would have finally remembered the words, looked at me in a kyotonic manner. Hudrich's, a slow child. As a father, I would have liked to have seen more children grow up. But I've been ready ever since I had a baby. I can also remember the way it looked like it was yesterday, when I did everything I could to make sure I didn't regret it after I was born.
"Say what. Vacation would have been something I had decided to do for a long time. Good. Spend time with the kid."
"Thank you"
The child is still young. Although there are children's gardens, real parent-child interaction is very important. I try to make these vacations as much as I can to nurture my mind.
"Rhoderich, you were."
"! Ai......"
I stare at the two backs trying to get out and gently call out the child's name. The cheeks break unexpectedly by a name that has something in common with Hudrich.
"Listen to your mother and have a good time."
"... ahhh!
"Demon King...... thank you"
My nervous face brightened up like a flower. Um, good boy. Let's hope you grow up honest like this.
And if I may, I want you to grow up as future prime minister.
"Excuse me."
"I'm back now, Master Zahariash"
Richt and Kron returned when the yang also completely fell. Mm, how could it have been so long ago? I didn't realize it at all because I was focused on my work. Hmm, I can do it, too.
"So much work done...... wouldn't you be able to do it"
But Klon, when you tell me, I feel really complicated. As I frowned, I rose from the concierge and walked over to the two of them.
"Quick, report? You can rest for a while."
"Right...... it took a lot of time to get around too, can I rest first"
Again, as I thought, it looks like the two of you came straight here after the meeting. He would have made the report as soon as I told him, but this is not the time to make it impossible. You just need to pinch a break and listen to the report in a calm state.
"Now, if you'll excuse me"
That said, Kron is just leaving the room. She always acts fast. They don't do much confusion. Well, I'm used to it.
"... then, from me now on. Do you mind?
"... something happened to you?
In anticipation of Kron leaving, Richt quietly told him so. I guess that means there's something you don't really want to know. I immediately conjecture and urge Richt to go ahead.
"Yes.... I think Meg was listening to the meeting."
"Meg?... Oh, it would be Ortus' ability to shadow eagles. Isn't that surprising?"
Ortus still possesses unparalleled technology to learn about the conference at a distance. It is that part that sets the line with the other extraordinary guilds, and that is also the strength of Ortus.
"Mara, the head of Sturl, the high elf, slipped her mouth.... that Meg should be cured."
"Oh my... Lord Mara is not the only one who knows that."
But it would have been a miscalculation to say that Meg had heard that. I wouldn't expect you to be listening. This is an accident. I don't know how.
"So maybe in Ortus, I'm explaining something to Meg."
"I see..."
But healing. I see, it would mean putting yourself in the high elf homeland. Indeed, if he were in that land, Meg's body would also be lighter burdened. You have to think about it.
"I also thought when I met Meg... Fine, it was leaking, wasn't it? Magic."
"Oh, right. Sometimes it blurred. I'm pretty sure that's because of the magic."
Meg's way of increasing his magic is unusual. I think that will happen one day, and I've been quite prepared for that... too soon. Rehabilitation, or not a good hand.
"At the very least, I hope you have it till the end of the tournament"
It is not yet known whether the measures will be taken in time. But I guess I'll have to. Not so far away.
Meg, don't worry. I will never let you walk the same path as I do. I grabbed my fist and thought of my daughter, who was far from Ortus.