I returned the bracelet to Kirie.
Nothing was said after that.
Is it because he was originally reticent, or is it because he was fighting with Plants again?
Kirie, who had no idea why Randel had become quiet, just paid no attention. If Calian was the least attentive person in Kyris, then the next least attentive person was Kyrie.
âIs it Mithril?â
However, this question was asked to Kiri, who found peace on her own and hugged her well. Demirea, who put the bacon she received just now into her mouth. It was Siona disguised as Demirea.
âIs the meat tough?â
âNo. Iâm not saying the meat is like mithril. Bacon is soft. Of course, Iâm a person who chews all kinds of meat well, so you donât have to worry if itâs tough.â
âDmireaâ smiled brightly and put another piece of bacon into her mouth. Kirie looked at that with a very complicated face.
Itâs a problem to smile like that and say something like that with Demireaâs extremely solemn face, but isnât there one thing that creates an even bigger sense of disconnect? In the first place, Siona is an elf.
Is it okay for a race of elves to eat omnivores, or is Sionaâs stomach adapted to meat after growing up in the great desert?
Kirie, who had no way of guessing, just paid no mind to that.
âAnyway. Is it Mithril?â
âWhat are you saying?â
âThatâs what Prince Calian said he would give me. Iâm curious about whether itâs mithril. Iâm not worried because Iâm sure you could have found a strong material on your own. Iâm just asking because Iâm curious.â
âah.â
I was unable to predict what would happen next as I was trying to say something to divert Sionaâs attention from thinking about the bell. Of course, you would be curious about what the material is, but the problem is what the material is.
âWhy? I donât know.â
âThey say it is Danuâs branch.â
Stand tall.
Sionaâs fork, which was moving well, suddenly stops.
Randel, who had replaced Kyrie with the words she had been having trouble saying, quietly began eating again.
âIs it true?â
âYes, thatâs right.â
â⦠It must be sturdy.â
âNow that I think about it, does Siona like Danuâs eggplant? I think you might not like it⦠But actually, thereâs no material like this. âWhat should I say?â
I feel like Calianâs voice lingering in my ears while he was thinking. This was because it was a branch of Danu and was no other than Siona.
Wasnât it the same for Siona who was abandoned by Danu?
âIf you donât want to, you can talk to the prince about something else.â
âNo. Why bother doing something like that. Itâs okay.â
Siona responded by waving her hand and started eating again. I paused my hand for a moment, then continued again, and stopped again, repeating the movement of my hand.
âItâs for Lord Hill, and itâs also a minor revenge against the elves of Bridget Forest. Thatâs why I deliberately asked Danu to give me the branch. Thatâs what Prince Calian said.â
Kirie said this to Siona.
Siona is a sword master from Bridget Forest. The elves were driven out and could not even set foot in Kairis, where Danu had taken root. Elves who did not receive proper protection from Danu and lived in their own villages. Isnât this one of them who lived as an elf and ended up in the Great Desert?
Danu, who would never have to pick up a leaf once it has been dropped, gives a part of himself to Siona, a leaf that has already fallen. How much it would hurt Danuâs pride.
âSo, if you have any hesitation, please tell me. I will tell you. A swordsman shouldnât be reluctant to use the sword, right?â
âItâs a bit uncomfortable to say that itâs a branch of the mother tree. Still, I donât mind. As long as itâs strong, itâs okay.â
At these words, Randel looked at Siona.
âYouâre quick to forgive. You too.â
âThere is nothing left to forgive. I just stop caring about the mother tree and live my life.â
Siona, who answered as if it was nothing, looked into Randelâs light green eyes.
This is why I remembered Slaymanâs words as he put the two red flower-shaped cherry candies that Lirie had made for him in his valuables locker and then took them out again.
âNo, I shouldnât keep it right away, but I should take it to the palace and show it off. Lemain, that guy doesnât even know how fun this is. âYou should go and show it to your heartâs content.â
âIs it true that someone forgave someone else?â
Although I asked, I already gave a reasonable answer.
Didnât Siona know some of the circumstances while staying at Duke Siegfriedâs residence? Who would Randel, who lived in the royal palace where there was no need to exchange major grudges, mention forgiveness? It must be Lemain.
After hearing Sionaâs words, Randelâs eyes calmly sank.
Siona, who was feeling reasonably full and was quietly examining the personalities of the three brothers while trying to exercise her head instead of her body, nodded.
If one of the âsomeonesâ Randel mentioned was Lemain, the other âsomeoneâ would definitely be Planz. Because Calian is the kind of guy who goes out of his way to steal LeMaineâs sweetheart without any forgiveness or reconciliation.
âDoes it bother you that Crown Prince Plants has forgiven King Lemain?â
âno.â
Randel shook his head.
I didnât even care about that in the first place.
Now that I think about it, I can only think that I was also involved with His Majesty. Just like Siona treated Danu, Randel also gave up on Lemain a long time ago.
âI mean the second and me.â
Crackle crackle.
Mouths that normally would not have been opened under any circumstances were opening.
The youngest brotherâs quiet knight and elf sword master. A hard, cold floor and a bonfire producing hot heat.
âBe careful.â
I opened my mouth in that unfamiliar feeling of hearing the most unfamiliar words among all the unfamiliar things.
âIs there anything to say about whether forgiveness is fast or slow? Not between parents and children, but between siblings. It is said that all brothers grow up fighting and making up. That is the case with all human children I have seen.â
âIs that so?â
âIf you think about it, there are very few cases where only one side is at fault. If you fight over who did better among the same old people, you will find out that they all did the same thing. But what kind of forgiveness is there? You just have to play again and itâs over.â
Kyrie quietly took a breath after seeing words coming out of Sionaâs mouth that not even Calian could say. What should I do if Randel gets angry? Should I call Hina right away and ask her to connect Kalian?
Iâm thinking about that.
âDoes your second son have another habit of speaking?â
A low voice was addressed to Kirie.
Kirie, who was silently looking into those light green eyes, opened her mouth.
âWhat kind of speaking habits are you curious about?â
âWhen you are angry at your subordinate. Please tell me how your subordinate speaks.â
âAre you talking about when you are angry?â
After all, this is the way you speak when youâre angry.
Randelâs voice was heard again by Kirie, who was thinking for a moment about something she had not experienced much.
âWhen we arrive at Fabian, there will definitely be uncomfortable looks. Do we have to endure it?â
If I hadnât had sharp ears, I would have doubted whether I heard it correctly.
âIâm going to get angry, so let me know.â
I heard my eldest brotherâs firm promise.
* * *
What more can I say?
On days like this, just.
â Jalang!
Itâs alcohol.
In the end, itâs all because of Devlan, and in the end, itâs all because of Silike and Whitlin in between. I decided not to consider that. If you think about it like that, you will have a resentment that will not end until you turn the wrong arrow at Sispanian and Serenti.
â Tak.
I came up to the flat roof of Yeongju Castle carrying three bottles of alcohol that I had obtained by asking someone to bring me something that was moderately strong, of the best quality, and had no fragrant smell at all.
Saying that the smell of roses was annoying, he went back to his room in a shriveled state, and without even eating, grabbed the peas that had been stuck in his head.
âDo you mean alcohol?â
âYes, Sir Siren. âI feel like Iâm going to feel sick.â
âItâs Prince Calianâs lordship, so it wouldnât be difficult to bring the alcohol stolen from Prince Calianâs liquor store to Prince Calianâ¦â âYou can
steal it too. Take the most poisonous one to Kyeong and give the second poisonous one to me.â
âgreat. Iâll steal it for you, so please wait a moment.â
Of course, I got the alcohol through Euria.
Isnât Plantz, who is well-versed in alcohol, currently in a state of âleaving for Fabianâ? The 1st prince, who said he rarely drank anything other than good-smelling wine, and the 3rd prince, who had a beautiful demeanor, couldnât find strong alcohol, and the crazy person they liked best to order was a guy who knew nothing about alcohol.
However, it was a hassle to steal it myself.
Anyway, isnât this the position of a prince who is there to order things like this?
âHow are you feeling, Hina?â
âCome and see for yourself. Why?â
âI canât tell you that Whitlin will be standing on the Lenicita leaf, so weâll meet tomorrow.â
âYou would expect it.â
âBut still. I did it because it was my first time, but now that I think about it, I canât do it a second time.â
That your mother will be standing in the square.
When I think about telling someone again the words that made me see Plantzâs true face, I feel like Iâm walking barefoot on the Seine River in the middle of winter. The feeling of an ice blade, cooler than a sword cutting into bare skin, is so far away that one can forget it.
âWould you like me to do it, brother?â
âMe too. Twice isnât much.â
That your father will fall into the abyss.
I couldnât open my mouth to say something that would help me escape from the ghosts of the past and bring in new ghosts. When I tried again to cover my eyes with my palm, which could not cover the sky, my voice stopped coming out.
âLetâs play chess. The loser speaks.â
âno.â
âThen the winner.â
âI will not.â
âwhy.â
âSpeech is short again.â
âWhy?â
âhey.â
As soon as he reached the point where no one could see, Plantz, who had returned to his original appearance by throwing away the unsightly blonde hair, became irritated again. Calian, who saw that, smiled and turned his head.
Even with Kalianâs good eyesight, he can see a wide wheat field with no end in sight. Green wheat sprouts, which still had more days to grow, gathered together and covered the world with one color.
Calian, who was quietly watching this, opened his mouth.
âItâs as green as anyone else.â
âwho.â
âWould you like me? Brother.â
Itâs all light green.
If it werenât for the small houses built in the middle, it would be so green that it could have been a light green sea. There is a deep and rich scent of roses between the light green colors. In a sea that is not suffocating, I smell a scent that only irritates me instead of suffocating me.
â Jalang!
Calian, holding a glass that closely resembled Randelâs hair color, took a swig from it. You canât get drunk, but you can get drunk even with the taste and strong smell.
Plantz, who caught a glimpse of Calian, looked into the distance with a worry-free face. And I took a sip of the alcohol, which had a color I didnât like, and swallowed it. The taste of Whitlinâs unknown liquor, which is different from Basilica or Serenus, is unfamiliar but nice.
Plantz, who had added yet another number of cases where unfamiliar things were welcome, opened his mouth.
âI have a question.â
âyes.â
The answer was clearly given.
But the question is not asked.
That pea isnât the type of person who canât express what theyâre curious about out loud, so whatâs the reason theyâre so curious? While I was thinking about that.
â â¦â¦ Sreuk.
Her long hair, which contained the starlight, the cold frost, the bleak wind, the winter that had passed, and the foam of the waves that had long since washed away, was released like a shadow.
Instead of the guy who said he was going to raise a dog in the great desert, he ended up like a dog in the great desert. I brought in a guy who would have nothing to do with his mother and my father apart from his thoughts.
Anyway, Iâm glad I left my tight jacket behind. Yan, who applied medicine and bandaged my left forearm, which had been cut by the small elephantâs heavy blade, insisted that I should not wear layers of clothing over the wound, so I was glad to see him wearing only a baggy shirt and a vest. If not, it would have looked funny.
If a person is good-looking, their clothes should follow suit. No problem.
While Bern was thinking about something else while brushing his long, stylish hair, a low, grumbling voice came to his ears.
âWhy again?â
âWell, since you say youâve opened your mouth thanks to your useful face, youâre also saying that youâre going to steal some words from a friend who is like your enemy. You donât like it? Get rid of me?â
A stranger who had already seen him once during the day and probably came again in front of Whitlin afterwards asked.
âno.â
Even if the world turned upside down, the gentle pea, who couldnât help but hate Bernâs visit, answered calmly. Bern nodded calmly as if he knew that would happen and opened his mouth.
âMy friend, who is like my enemy and thinks so fast that I canât even wait, thinks so much that nothing comes out of his mouth.â
While I was hesitating to ask a question, I wonder if I would waste time thinking about what kind of scent would come in and out of my head.
So what should we do? Since I said I would listen to unfair comments from my younger brother or my friend, I should bring in another friend who will listen to the questions that my younger brother cannot listen to.
Anyway, even my face has so many uses, so why am I so capable?
âNot really. Not really.â
âArianne once told me what happens if you put alcohol in front of your eyes and let your thoughts grow.â
âWhat happens?â
âThey say it ruins the taste of alcohol.â
Bern answered with a serious nod as if those words were the truth and raised his glass. A chill formed on the tip of his hand for a moment, and the alcohol in the glass turned cold.
âIf I had known magic was this easy, I would have learned it a long time ago.â
I start to laugh at the end of my low voice, as if I was putting misaligned puzzle pieces together and putting them on display. A jingle followed by a worn-out voice that resembled countless scars that had hardened open. The sound of a glass of alcohol that is not even put to the mouth continues even after it has been chilled.
âWhat if your mother was alive? What if she was dead? Itâs already happened.â
Then, like a shooting star that suddenly fell like this.
Words flowed out whose beginning and end were difficult to determine.
Plantz turned his head at Bernâs words, as if he had heard the question without even asking it. Bern, who swallowed the strong drink as if it were cool water, continued.
âIt smells like my ghost or your scent. Itâs like Iâm choking on something I canât even touch. So what does it matter? Is it alive or already dead?â
Was Silike alive in the past?
Even if Silike was alive on that last day, or if he had already died. Isnât this a question that can neither be mourned nor relieved?
Therefore, Plantz, who had hesitated to ask, nodded.
âHave a drink. Donât think about overexerting your brain by wondering what it would have been like if you were alive or dead.â
âokay.â
âWhatever it is, youâre green and green now. Thatâs whatâs important.â
â⦠Then you.â
âWhat am I? Why?â
âno.â
This is how Plants from that day came back to life.
If I find my memories someday, this life now will be a comfort to Plants that day. I think it will comfort you somehow.
What should I say to my friend who lived with no way to get better and then died like that and disappeared like this? I couldnât think of anything, so I just kept my mouth shut this time.
âIâm like this. Iâm drinking good drinks with a friend who is like my enemy in a wide wheat field, so thatâs it.â
Bern, who was laughing like dry grass in the wind, took a long breath. Then, on my own accord, I asked the light green guy who had made me his friend.
Just without being able to turn my head. Just looking at that wide, green wheat field in the distance.
âIâve known since when.â
âWhat?â
âAbout silique.â
âWhen did I know what my mother thought of me? Are you asking that?â
âThatâs a long story. Anyway, other than that, what else is there to be curious about?â
âI donât know.â
An unfamiliar answer came out.
Plantz doesnât know the starting point of what he knows.
If you saw a duck in a book, you would know not only the title and page of the book where the duck appeared when you came across Coco in Arseneâs arms, but also what book was in what room in the palace library and where the book was located, as well as the people you met on the day you saw the book. This is a planz where you can remember everything, even the weather of the day.
âIf you donât know.â
âI donât know either.â
âItâs not that I found out, itâs that I noticed. Then.â
To Silike or to someone else.
I think I heard directly my motherâs cruelly fragrant plans for the future. As we go through life, we slowly climb up a low staircase, little by little. I guess I noticed.
Plantz did not answer.
Jangle jangle.
Instead, I poured all the remaining alcohol in my hand into my mouth and swallowed it.
Bern, who had visited Sispanian for just a moment, let out a laugh as he looked at Plantz, who looked fine even after pouring the strong drink that would have put Calian to sleep a long time ago if it werenât for the Aurors.
Laughing and laughing.
I laughed as if I was pouring it out, as if I was shaking it all away.
âItâs a shame.â
I expressed my regret over the fact that it did not pour out, spill, or shake off.
âwhat.â
âIf I had known that the light green king who invaded my country was a crazy person who lived like that, I would have said letâs have a drink before he dies.â
ââ¦Why would a crazy person drink with a crazy person?â
âThen what should I do?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Jangle jangle.
Plantz, who was silently twirling the glass that Bern had refilled, gave a belated answer.
âShouldnât we have just lived? You and I, each on our own. Keep going.â
âI guess you invaded my land just to survive.â
âNow are you taking my side?â
âIf they say they will take their side, then they should listen. And if a crazy bastard takes the side of a crazy person, then who will he side with?â
âYou should stand up for yourself and blame the crazy guy.â
âwhy me.â
âYou say itâs unfair. Thatâs why youâre saying that.â
âWas it only the crazy guy who felt unfair? The crazy guy must have felt unfair too.â
âWould it have been unfair?â
âIt must have been unfair.â
ââ¦Would it have been unfair?â
â⦠It should have been unfair.â
A small sound was heard in the ears of a talented crazy bastard who was good at using magic to cool down alcohol, but was also good at using Auror and was good at picking up even small sounds.
âIt was unfair.â
The Mad King may have felt bad that day, but at least Plantz, who is sitting here today, said it was unfair.
â⦠Me too. It was unfair.â
Like a baby whale born without knowing it was in a fish tank.
Like a young spruce tree that sprouted without knowing it was in a greenhouse.
Knowing that my life will ultimately be blocked by a wall that I cannot escape. Knowing that I will never fully grow up.
Knowing that life is like that.
It was unfair.
âYes. It must have been unfair.â
Bern only spoke calmly without a single word of comfort.
One person to comfort, one person to receive comfort. It would be nice for brothers gathered together like this to talk to each other, but I thought to myself that it wouldnât be a bad idea for strangers who couldnât find comfort anywhere to just sit side by side and have a drink.
âYou worked hard. Living.â
Pop.
âI live even though itâs unfair.â
Pop.
Pop.
âPlanz.â
How many times did Kirie hear this?
The sound of the bell dripping from the guy sitting next to me can be heard so loudly in my ears. How many injustices did Kirie, who had a keen ear since birth, have to hear?
While thinking like that.
âYou worked hard, Plants. You endured it well. Iâm proud of you.â
Drip.
Jangle jangle.
Drip drip.