053. Klanos (5)
Seongjin was squatting down and looking into the bonfire.
Crackling.
Even the red flames lost their heat amidst the hazy vision and strangely pale-colored landscapes. Faded scenes, as if watching an old film.
This is a dream. Seongjin was blank and thought so.
-What are you baking now, bro?
He was asking someone in a small child’s voice. Next, a kind man’s voice was heard.
-It is a freshwater crayfish.
-Freshwater crayfish?
-yes. One time, I was taken to a mountain for survival training and starved for several days. It reminds me of the taste of the grilled crawfish I ate back then.
-Huh.
Seongjin, or rather, the child, seemed to have become curious only then, and took a stab at the small crustaceans rolling around on the bonfire with a stick in his hand.
-Where did this come from?
-I asked the gardener to save it for me for a price. I feel like I was ripped off somehow.
ha ha ha. Shy laughter follows. Although the man’s face was not visible, Seongjin thought it was a strangely familiar voice.
And the two waited in silence for the crayfish to be cooked.
Crackling. The fragrant smell spreads everywhere. Probably so.
Seongjin didn’t feel any smell at all, but in the dream, he could tell that the child definitely felt that way and was looking forward to tasting the crayfish.
Is this really a dream, or just someone’s memory?
The child waited patiently for the man to fillet a crayfish and was finally able to take a bite.
Well, what can I say. It’s fishier and more unpleasant than you think.
As expected, Seongjin couldn’t taste it, but the child’s disappointment was vividly conveyed to him.
The child said a little sullenly.
-hmm… . older brother. I don’t think this tastes very good.
The man who was chewing crayfish meat next to the child laughed and scratched his head with his hand. At first glance, it seemed like I could see bright golden hair.
-yes. Actually, I just thought that too.
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Tweet.
The birds at Jinju Palace always flew in and chirped at the same time. Seongjin opened her eyes and looked up at her canopy dumbly for a moment.
‘It’s been a long time since I had a dream… … .’
Seongjin didn’t dream very often. In the previous world, I was busy sleeping and fighting monsters, and even after possessing Mores’ body, I haven’t had a dream until now.
Moreover, it felt even more subtle because it felt like I was peeking into a past memory rather than just a dream. There was a vague awareness that the dream belonged to Mores as a child.
[why? What did you dream about?]
I felt something growing inside my head, and the demon king’s soul asked me in a stupid voice.
On the topic of soul, this feels like waking up and stretching.
[Why do you think the soul doesn’t sleep?]
Really?
While Seongjin was screaming, the devil was grumbling.
[No, then what do you want me to do? I can’t get away from you, and I don’t have anyone to talk to while you sleep. Is there nothing more to do but sleep?]
‘that… however… … .’
Isn’t sleep just a time for the brain to recover?
[Even the soul needs time to recover from fatigue!]
It’s plausible.
Anyway, Seongjin explained everything to the demon king. Somehow, it seems like what I saw in my dream actually happened inside the imperial palace. And the fact that the child that Seongjin was feeling somehow seemed to be Mores.
[Hmm.]
The Demon King affirmed the possibility.
[Anyway, you already know the language of this place you’re new to, and we think that’s because you’re using Mores’ brain, right? Then, there is no reason why the memories of Mores contained in that brain cannot also be recalled.]
‘I guess so too?’
[I don’t know if it’s just this one time, but if it continues like this, there’s a chance that someday all of Mores’ memories will come back.]
Some say that it is not very desirable. Wouldn’t it be better if more memories come to mind?
However, the Demon King had some serious assumptions.
[Memory is not something to think of simply. look. Have you ever mistakenly thought that the language of Delcross was the language of Sigurd District 34?]
It was like that. To be honest, even now, if I’m not conscious of it, it feels like Korean.
[Then wouldn’t the same be true of memory? At first, you might be able to clearly demarcate the line between you and Mores. But if you repeatedly mistake her feelings for yours and her knowledge for yours, won’t you often end up mistaking yourself for Mores?]
It’s plausible.
I have a feeling that the demon lord’s speech is getting better these days.
[okay? You may have to find some special way to protect your identity as [Lee Seong-jin] in the future.]
Seongjin nodded with a serious face.
‘Hmm, first of all… … .’
[first?]
‘I need to practice.’
Training is the best for troublesome things.
[Wow, this simple guy.]
The demon lord stuck out his tongue.
Seongjin, who quickly ate breakfast and ran to the training ground, began meditating with great concentration. Auror activity was increasing noticeably. He was pleased with his mood as he felt that he might be able to attempt the 5th level as an Auror soon.
And from Lord Masain, I was finally able to learn how to weave the long-awaited Banajas 2.
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“This is the nutcracker… … .”
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Amelia, who came to Jinju Palace during lunchtime, looked at the sword with curious eyes. She had just brought a new children’s book to lend to Seongjin.
Even though Seongjin had been nagging him for not studying during his near-death experience, Seongjin read a new book with enthusiasm for the first time in a long time.
“Listen. given… ’s Doriza. The weak Dragon said… “Yes.”
“Listen. Representative of the Lord. “Said the evil dragon.”
“My affection… If you say something… Soon, a disaster, a fire, a seed will spread across this land… Will you lose?”
“If you reject my request, the embers of disaster will soon ignite on this land.”
It is said that Amelia read to the extent of memorization when she was young, and corrected Seongjin’s reading without even looking at the book.
What she brought this time was a famous children’s book that was said to contain anecdotes from the first generation. A story close to the founding myth in which the representative of the main god defeated the temptation of an evil dragon and eventually established an empire called Delcross, bringing peace and abundance to the continent.
There are definitely dragons in children’s books. But when she asked Amelia if she had ever seen a dragon, she gave her motherly smile as she looked at her child with the same look in her eyes as if she were looking at her little boy asking when Santa would come.
Oh, it seems like dragons are just legendary creatures in this world too.
By the way, if I had to point out the most evil thing about the dragon, the villain of this story, it would definitely be his way of speaking. Why are you so arrogant and talking in an old-fashioned way? Hard to read.
Until recently, I was only looking at books that talked about cats meowing and dogs meowing, but suddenly the vocabulary difficulty became too high. At this rate, when will I be able to read books on theology and philosophy?
As I was sighing and leafing through a book with crude illustrations, Amelia looked around at the nutcracker and muttered something incomprehensible.
“I remember that your father, His Majesty, had it until the last moment, but what changed so that it ended up in your hands?”
What does that mean?
“Well, it’s probably a good sign that something that hasn’t happened before is happening. “Of course it is!”
Amelia nodded as if she had understood something on her own.
Well, she was a sister with a 4th dimension somewhere. Sometimes I can’t follow the conversation.
Amelia had a happy look on her face as she pulled out the nutcracker and swung it around. The process of revenge is rewarding every time, but looking at it this way, I wonder if learning martial arts is actually my preference.
As Seongjin had predicted a while ago, she had recently been making progress in accumulating Aurors. Even though he was a beginner in Auror training, he could see that the Auror around Amelia’s body was clearly activated.
She was having a very hard time with Auror initiation, not only because it had only been a few days since she started practicing, but also because the initiation method was the infamous Auror’s.
Seongjin pondered for a while, wondering if there was any way to help, when a good idea suddenly occurred to him.
“Sister, there will be an audience soon, right?”
Since the Emperor had returned from the closing ceremony and was frantically working on his official schedule, it seemed unlikely that the audience would be delayed. Amelia nodded her head.
“Okay. why?”
“Then how about asking your father to help you? “The way he handles Aurors is also amazing.”
Seongjin explained to Amelia an anecdote he heard from Masain the other day.
This is a story about a great uncle who personally poured auras into his body for his nephew, who had no idea about auras.
Perhaps, if the situation is successful, similar tasks could be easily accomplished? He is a man who even blocked the passage to the other world with his aura.
Amelia nods in admiration.
“Brother Masain had such a past. “He became a knight commander at a very young age, so I thought he was just a natural genius.”
Brother?
Seongjin tilted his head at the somewhat subtle nickname.
“Father, Your Majesty is capable of such things. amazing. “I should ask you to do the same like my brother.”
Amelia’s eyes, filled with motivation, begin to twinkle like stars.
huh? I feel like something is going wrong in the conversation.
“So, first ask whether that is possible. I tell the story of Lord Masaine’s uncle… … .”
“Yes, my father, His Majesty… . what?”
Only then did she seem to sense that something was going wrong in the conversation between them.
“Who is your brother Martha’s uncle other than your Majesty?”
yes?
Seongjin opened his mouth wide.
“you… You didn’t know? “Why did you bother to say that you were Sir Martha’s uncle?”
Amelia smiled.
“I know you don’t remember the past, but you’ve been hanging out with your brother a lot lately, right? “Of course I thought you would have told me, but you kept silent. That’s unbecoming of a brother.”
Sir Martha’s uncle is prospering?
I was just imagining an old master in the field, but what kind of lightning bolt is this? It doesn’t seem like there’s much of an age difference between the two, does it?
She explained slowly for Seongjin, who still couldn’t get over the shock. Seonghwang was originally the 3rd prince of the previous Seonghwang, and there were two princes and one princess.
Sir Martha is said to be the second son of 1st Prince Cameron. He is, in other words, Mores’s older cousin.
Although he now takes the last name of Klanos instead of Klein and has lost the right to succeed to the throne, everyone implicitly respects him as a member of the imperial family.
“omg… … ?”
Now that I think about it, I remember the twins I met the other day. Obviously towards Masain.
-Hello, Brother Masain.
-Hello, brother Masain.
And say hello… . omg?
Why, why didn’t you tell me that important thing, Lord Martha?
I thought he was paying a bit too much attention to me simply because he was the leader of the Imperial Palace Knights, but was he really taking care of me just because he was my cousin?
“Well, actually, I know that you and Mores had a pretty awkward relationship before.”
After saying that, Amelia looked at Seongjin slightly and continued speaking hesitantly.
“… In fact, you were the only person who didn’t call Brother Masain ‘brother’.”
The kind Amelia said that much, but Seongjin was able to guess other facts that she couldn’t bear to say.
Mores, you son of a bitch! You also spoke harshly and treated Sir Martha poorly?
Seongjin felt a headache coming on and grabbed the back of his neck. The Demon King is startled and quickly addresses him.
[Whoa, your blood pressure is rising. relax! relax!]
Does your blood pressure not seem to be rising now?
How on earth should I treat Lord Masain from now on?
And the afternoon class time arrived without a doubt.
Unlike in the morning, Lord Masain looked puzzled when he saw Seongjin struggling and not concentrating in class, but he didn’t nag him much. Since he usually had such a good attitude toward class, it seemed like there would be another day like this.
And as time passed, the sunset was setting on the training ground.
Masain, who finished the class with meditation, hesitated, looking at Seongjin as if he had something to say.
I felt like I was being stabbed for no reason and was trying to look the other way, but he suddenly corrected his posture as if he had decided on something and bowed his head to Seongjin.
“I have a favor to ask. Lowering.”
“eww… huh? ask?”
“Yes, could you please lend me the nutcracker for a moment?”
Sir Martha’s face was more serious than ever before, so Seongjin unconsciously nodded and held out the nutcracker to him.
fantasy,
