episode_0291

Imperial palace.

For Victor, the day he met Siron was a time when he was excited about the joy to come.

The servant’s urgent report came as soon as dawn broke.

It was news that the leader of the terrorists had been killed and hundreds of enemies had been captured.

“…Why didn’t you kill him?”

Victor tilted his head at the somewhat incomprehensible phrase.

This is Victor, who has been a friend for a long time with Siron, and has also joined hands once again.

I am confident that I know his personality and behavior patterns better than anyone else, but I wondered why he left behind those who were like embers that had not yet been extinguished.

“Isn’t this at least showing mercy? Maybe you can set a good example and gain prestige.”

Louise, sitting across from me, smiled and said.

“There is no need to see blood during these chaotic times, and even if that were the case, I think it is a choice that praises His Majesty’s character, as it does not mean that he did not punish at all.”

“…Aren’t you thinking it’s too good to be true?”

Although he vaguely denied it, Viktor’s face turned red like a mature girl.

I didn’t know exactly what Shiron’s intention was, but that’s why I thought it would be good and ended up grinning.

Even before I found out about my gender, I only had delusions when I had time to myself. However, now the attendant has withdrawn, and the only person by his side is Empress Louise.

Louise also looks at Victor’s relaxed appearance as if it’s cute, so she inadvertently acts like a teenage girl.

If you don’t worry about your harsh tone, you become like friends, and it feels like your relationship is definitely closer than before.

“By the way.”

As if the strange delusion was short-lived, Victor had a slightly troubled expression on his face as he looked at some part of the report.

At the end of the deceased category.

[……Gaijin, Yoru.]

“The slave I took in as hard as I could has died. With what kind of face should I meet Siron…”

Victor rested his chin and sighed.

It was not long ago that we received a report that the captured Yoru were treated as slaves. But what on earth is this sad news?

Yoru was originally a serious criminal who deserved the death penalty.

Even if it means turning them into slaves, destroying the Danjeon is a natural measure.

Therefore, it was natural that appeals from high-ranking officials poured in, and in addition, various aftereffects befell Victor.

“I feel somewhat lost.”

The feeling that suddenly came to me was regret.

When the slave you transferred died, doesn’t it seem as if all your efforts were in vain?

I thought I had repaid the favor I received through Yoru’s work, but now I’m at a standstill.

“What should I do if even His Majesty is in tears?

Louise comforted Victor.

“Lord Siron will be arriving soon. I’m dressed up, but if you frown, your makeup will be ruined.”

“…right.”

Victor smiled and looked at the mirror. It wasn’t my first time wearing makeup, but this was my first time showing it to the opposite sex.

“And Siron Siron must be quite depressed right now. Is this an opportunity to dig into that gap and do something well?”

“…That’s right.”

After regaining his energy, Victor was seen off by Louise and headed to the glass garden, the meeting place.

The glass garden was a greenhouse specially built for poets who rarely found the atmosphere of the throne room uncomfortable.

Even in the middle of winter, you can smell the scent of spring flowers, and even in summer, there is a cool breeze, making it a cozy space where you can chat with your friend at any time.

so that,

The first person I wanted to show the glass garden to was Siron.

“See the Supreme Lord of the Empire.”

“…Didn’t Shiron decide to come?”

Victor said with obvious disappointment. The reason I came to the glass garden in advance was because it was not the poetry I was waiting for.

Devialet straightened his lower back.

“Lord Siron said he had urgent business and asked me to convey his regards to you.”

“…the theory?”

Victor said as he sat down on the chair pulled out by the servant.

I put on makeup and dressed up in a neutral way, but the joy of looking forward to it and preparing since dawn was gone.

“For what?”

“That is… He wants to pray for the peace of those who died in this incident.”

“The report stated that there were no deaths on the Empire side…”

Victor frowned as if he was not sure.

“Are you sure you want to hold a funeral for barbarians?”

“Yes, unfortunately that is the case.”

“…Cardinal?”

Victor spoke carefully to the giant.

A large drop of water was flowing down Devialet’s cheek.

“Why are you crying?”

“Sorry. Because I was overflowing with emotions”

Devialet was rude and rubbed his eyes.

“Lord, the Lord said… to love your enemies as you love your neighbors.”

“…uh.”

“Even though the lives of enemies were taken, it was the karma of a person who was not omnipotent. However, Priest Siron personally put the words of the Lord into practice in order to bring peace to them on their final journey.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

‘Are all cardinals like this?’

That thought occurred to him at first glance, but Victor immediately denied it. Because Devialet was not the only cardinal.

Victor stared at the woman who was silently lowering her head next to Devialet. Was it because Victor’s gaze caught his eye? The woman’s head lifted slightly and their blue eyes met.

“Who are you?”

“The greeting was late. My name is Cardinal Iris Cardiore, and I am serving as the Archdiocese of Altea in Lucerne and the Commander of the 7th Division of the Holy Mace.”

When Victor gestured, Iris’s back straightened. The hair cut from the shoulder was flowing, and pointed ears that did not belong to a human were revealed through it.

“Is it an elf? Or…”

“Mixed race.”

Iris answered cheerfully. It was a rude question asking about her background, but there was no trace of discomfort on her face, as if she had experienced it a lot.

“Can I call you Cardinal Iris?”

“Please.”

“What is your business?”

Devialet, who had already stopped crying, stared at Iris. He waited for an answer without healing his swollen eyelids with divine power.

“This is a message from Your Majesty. ”

Iris took out a rolled up piece of parchment from her arms and unfolded it.

“I propose forming a magic expedition led by Siron Prien. I would like to request that Siron Prien be extradited to Lucerne.”

*

That time.

On the site of Hugo’s mansion, on its outskirts, unexpected civil engineering work was taking place.

Pak-

“Okay, that’s enough.”

Siron spoke towards the pit where a pile of dirt was rising. Then Yoru, covered in dirt, crawled up from the pit, breathing heavily.

“Huh… Huhuh…!”

She wondered if she was going to kill her by barely digging a hole, but the depth of the hole was so deep that there were a hundred holes in a row next to the hole she had climbed up from.

and,

Next to Siron, there were bodies lined up wrapped in white cloth. That number alone is a whopping 102. It was the body of a savage who died in this commotion.

Yoru threw away the shovel and lay down on the floor, panting.

“Just… hit the ground… hook. Should I dig it up and bury it?”

“It’s not even halfway done yet. We need to put the body in, cover it with dirt, and erect a tombstone.”

“…Didn’t I tell you? Our people traditionally have a tree farm or a wind farm. There is no need to carve the tombstone, everyone is born from the soil and goes to the soil anyway…”

Wow-

A spark flew into Yoru’s vision.

“Ahh!”

“You said you wanted to provide the ending for your compatriots? Then you will have to take responsibility until the end!”

After the incident is over. Despite his shame, Yoru asked Siron a favor.

The content is that he wants to be able to take care of the funerals of his father and other compatriots.

Although Gaijin was such a trash that he took advantage of Yoru and easily betrayed the loyalty between parents and children, Yoru had not yet been able to shake off his attachment to Gaijin.

Still, aren’t they the parents who raised and gave birth?

Siron said that it would be okay to have his trashy parents eaten by wild animals, but Yoru said that he could not abandon his parents’ grace and even fought hard to persuade Siron.

“…I will take responsibility.”

Yoru muttered as he placed his hand on his trembling knee. With numb hands and feet, she stood in front of a particularly large body.

‘…If I had known it would go like this, I wouldn’t have stayed away.’

Yoru rubbed his moist eyes and pushed Gaijin’s body into the pit.

thud-

“Goodbye… Gaijin.”

Yoru sobbed and covered the body with dirt.

They mumble the names of their compatriots written in black ink, push them into the hole, and cover them with dirt. Every time that happens, the memories of being with them come back again and Yoru bursts into tears.

Sniff-

Heung-

“…I will make the headstone.”

Is it because I see him sulking in vain? Siron, feeling weak, heated the danjeon to compact the ground and cut the stones.

The work was finished just before sunset. The only thing that was done was covering the ground and erecting a tombstone, but there were so many of them and so many tears were shed.

“Keuhm.”

Siron, who had been patting Yoru for a while, cleared his throat lowly.

“Because it’s finished now. Go in, wash up, and sleep.”

“…Thank you for accepting my unreasonable request. It was a request you didn’t need to listen to at all…”

“Okay, let’s go in and sleep. Go to sleep quickly and go to the village or somewhere.”

“…Yes.”

Yoru nodded weakly and watched Shiron’s back until he disappeared.

And she headed to the ‘home’ specially prepared for her.

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“Ha…”

Yoru sighed as he looked at the fallen cabin. To be honest, the hut that the red-haired girl had built with great skill did not seem suitable for people to live in.

‘I never thought there would come a day when I would miss the shrine.’

The wooden planks that made up the hut are obviously new, but the sawing and nailing are very sloppy, so there are many gaps here and there. There are no windows, so instead of sunlight coming in, a cold breeze blows in through the big hole.

‘I’ll have to make a new one later.’

Yoru let out a deep breath and opened the wooden door.

Squeak-

“…”

When I opened the door, I saw a silver-haired woman.

“Are you really living in a place like this? Lucia is too much. No matter how much you treat it as a pet, it’s too much. Isn’t that right?”

“…”

“Don’t be too nervous because they won’t eat you.”

“…I said it was Siriel…”

“You should call me sister.”

Siriel smiled brightly at Yoru.

“You seem close to your brother?”

Cold sweat flowed down Yoru’s spine like rain.