episode_0147
by fnovelpia“Oh! This is definitely the kingdom’s treasure!”
The Chieftain’s tent in Lake Fortress.
When she hands over the tiara she got from the snow elf, Darka gets excited. She raises the tiara high in the sky and shouts.
“Who had this?”
“I am a snow elf.”
“Snowfield Elves! Fairies whose existence is unknown! The ancients thought they were from fairy tales, but they really existed! They are living history. They must know the secrets of the kingdom that have yet to be revealed!”
Darka placed the tiara down next to Zeke’s ring.
“Well done. Very well done! Once again, we are close to our long-cherished wish!”
“Haha, I think the next item will come soon.”
“Yes. I’ll be waiting for you to come.”
Darka, whose face was filled with a smile, was extremely excited. Every time Karami brought something, he became a completely different person. To the tribesmen, it seemed as if his dementia had been cured.
Of course, it is only a temporary change and will return to the original state over time.
Darka bursts into a dry cough.
“Cough, cough… My throat hurts from all that yelling. I’m tired so I’m going to lie down for a bit, so everyone, stay a while and then go.”
“Darka… … Again… ?”
“Is that what Miss AS says?”
Karami looks at Assis with cold eyes.
Assis is a sleepyhead who can’t be beaten by anyone. Even while riding a rough sled, he falls asleep as soon as he closes his eyes. It’s so hard to wake him up in the morning.
It’s absurd that such an Asis asks Darka if he’s sleeping again.
“Even a child my age will understand.”
“… ?”
Assis tilted his head.
I didn’t understand what Darka was saying.
***
An evening visit to Lake Fortress.
For tribal people, communal meals are a daily routine. They put all sorts of ingredients into a huge pot and make a stew that never runs out.
The eternal stew that warms up a cold body is a dish that is a perfect match for northerners. People gather in groups of three or five and each receive a bowl of stew.
Around the campfire, Perkado, Dwarves, and Northmen gather and chatter, but Asies is not there. As soon as she approaches the fire, a cold air flows out and puts out the fire.
A corner of the village where even light cannot reach.
Assis was sitting on a long, lying log.
What I was holding in my hand was a cold stew.
Asies, who are not allowed even a modicum of warmth, cannot eat anything warm. They must eat cold food to fill their stomachs.
It might be hard work for an ordinary person, but not for Assis.
There were no complaints or grievances.
Just as a person who has never tasted an apple cannot describe its taste, Assis has never felt warmth. He has never felt it, so he has no reason to complain.
Because this is a normal part of everyday life for Asis.
“How is it? Does it taste good?”
Karami, who had received his food, sat down on the log across from him.
“… … .”
“Isn’t it amazing? You just put in whatever you want and it tastes like this.”
“Yeah… .”
Karami was an unusual person.
There were countless people who approached Assis. Because of her appearance, she attracts people regardless of gender or race.
But no one survived until the end.
As much as Assis’s beauty attracted attention, the cold air pushed people away. Even those who approached him with a friendly air turned away in disgust.
Although a few characters, like Perka, close the gap, there is an invisible line between them and Assis.
As long as it is not affected by cold air.
Absolute zero, where no one is permitted to enter.
He keeps his distance from the other side of the border. However, unlike others, Karami keeps encroaching into the realm of Asis.
One more step from the borderline where everyone has stopped.
Enter the realm of Assis and assert yourself.
Even now, the outside of Karami’s coat is freezing and her legs are shivering from the cold, but she doesn’t show it at all and just shows her usual smile.
Assis tilted his head.
Only Karami enters the area where no one approaches. It leaves a ripple in the mind that does not disappear.
“Rami… why are you here… ?”
A question suddenly occurred to me.
I felt like I had to resolve it.
“Isn’t ASIA also here?”
“I… … have to be here.”
ASIA is also aware of this.
The fact that his unique constitution does not fit with human life.
“That’s why I’m here. Because Miss Asia is here.”
“… ?”
“The master must always be by the slave’s side. He must watch over the slave in case he gets into any trouble.”
“Ah… Huh… ?”
I see
The master is always by my side.
I guess slavery is a good thing.
But people said that Karami was a bad person.
‘Is bad… good?’
What is what.
It’s just complicated.
I don’t like complicated things.
Assis shook off his distracting thoughts.
“We’ll go find the next treasure soon. There’s a big snake holding it, but magic won’t work on it, so you’ll have to use your sword to catch it.”
“Treasure… .”
Whether it was a ring or a tiara, Assis felt a strange sensation whenever he saw the treasure.
Friendliness.
Hazy.
And it even makes my heart ache.
A feeling that even the person involved doesn’t know the reason for.
Don’t you know what Karami Ramen is?
Assis asked.
Karami smiled and nodded at her question.
“Something that is worthless to one person may be a precious object filled with memories to another. Perhaps those treasures mean something to Miss Assis?”
“Precious things… .”
Is that so?
Is that why it feels so friendly?
But I still don’t remember.
“If you talk to the chief, something might come to mind. Go see him tomorrow.”
“Yeah… .”
Assis ate the stew.
I didn’t feel any warmth.
***
The next day, Assis went out to look for Darka.
Unusually, I was alone today. I asked Karami if she wanted to go with me, but she said she had something to do and told me to go alone. I didn’t think much of it.
Assis approaches the chieftain’s tent.
The sentries who spotted her briefly distanced themselves.
Damn it.
As Assis approaches the tent, the torches placed outside freeze, then relight as she moves out of range.
This response has now become routine.
“Darka.”
“Huh? Gulp, gulp… Who’s here?”
Darka, who had been lying down and coughing, raised his upper body with difficulty.
I squinted my dull eyes and stared at Assis. It was only after some time that I finally remembered Assis’s existence.
“Oh. The baby is here! Where have you been? You need to come visit Grandma more often.”
“Yesterday… helped me.”
“Huh? Is that so? I’ve been absent-minded lately. Don’t stand there. Sit down here.”
Darka taps the seat next to him.
Assis sat down next to Darka with his legs crossed. Thanks to the Lazrite, the distance was about an arm’s length. Since it wasn’t processed separately, that was the limit.
“What brings you here? Should I tell you a story from the old days?”
Assis shook his head.
“Today… …something else… . Treasure, I came because I was curious.”
“I want to hear old stories about treasure!”
“Hmm… ? Hmm… Yeah. I think so.”
“Okay! Then let me tell you one by one.”
Darka took the tiara out from under the carpet.
All sorts of things came out of it, and Assis thought, ‘Is this a magic carpet?’
“Now, what is this tiara? This is something the king prepared as a gift for the princess’s birthday.”
“King… ?”
“Yes. The King of the Ice Kingdom was a very warm person. The day he put the tiara on the princess never came though.”
“For…what?”
“Because of a very evil dragon.”
Assis wasn’t particularly impressed this time either. He shouldn’t have been.
Assis frowned at Ami without even realizing it.
It feels like there’s a rock on my chest.
I have trouble breathing.
I feel like I really need to know why this is happening… .
Damn it.
The Dragon’s Curse won’t let it go.
The curse that binds Assis is activated.
Invisible thorns spread out and stifle the budding emotions.
The subtle agitation that tries to cross the threshold of the soul ultimately leaves no trace.
Unauthorized emotions flicker and disappear from your fingertips.
The door to her emotions closed, and only a cold, clear silence surrounded her.
Assis simply blinked slowly, his face still. As if nothing had happened, his eyes once again held only the bitter cold.
“Etch! It suddenly got cold. Is winter coming? Is the baby okay?”
“Yeah… .”
“The weather is fucking crazy, when is that Bascal going to come back? Hey, tsk tsk.”
“Bascal… I miss you… … ?”
“What a strange thing. The guy who used to make me sigh whenever I saw him is now dazzling me… … .”
A hazy look appears in Darka’s eyes.
Assis looked at it for a while.
***
“Bascal… I want to bring him.”
This is what Assis said when he returned from meeting Darka.
“Darka… I want to see Bascal.”
“That’s right.”
The reason Darka became like this was because of the loss of Bascal, and even after he developed dementia, he desperately wanted to meet Bascal.
The problem is that Bascal is already dead.
Of course, there are things related to Bascal. You need to get them to achieve complete liberation.
only.
“No… No… ?”
I just didn’t know that ASIA would ask for it first.
“Is there anything that can’t be done? Let’s go find Bascal.”
Assis nods.
I exhaled very softly.
What was there was a faint sense of relief.
***
“I’m bored. I’m bored. I’m bored!”
The elder of the Demon Clan of the Magic Tower.
Jacaril Vermor rolled on the floor, throwing a tantrum.
Mirabelle became the master of the tower and often played with him, but after going to Bestia, days became boring.
If I had known this would happen, I would have followed you.
The witches left alone and lethally.
“Nothing to do~”
Jacaril flapped his wings and looked for something to do. Darenor was a quirky person and didn’t want to play with him, and he was thinking about playing with Edmund.
Palang~
“Huh?”
A letter came in through the window of the high tower. The letter circled in front of Zacharil like a bird chasing its owner. The magic contained in the letter was Morgana’s.
Hururuk.
The letter burns and its contents turn into black smoke.
-It’s the magic power of the person who becomes the master of the Tower Lord. Could it be in the North?
That was all.
A letter without even a purpose.
“The owner of the magic tower! What kind of person is he? Is he strong? Is he fun?”
But the content was more than enough to pique the interest of the mischievous Jacaril. It was Morgana’s intention to see through Jacaril’s personality.
Jacaril flapped his tiny wings and emerged from the tower. His magical power was so weak that it was difficult to follow his trail.
So, just as it says in the letter.
Jacaril flew towards the north.
If by any chance it doesn’t provide fun… .
I guess I have to kill him.
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