“That’s what I mean.”
An office filled with moonlight.
Newly brown brown hair and half -brown brown hair in the moonlight. The poverty of the rusted green light is not so susceptible, and the whispering voice is sweet.
Saint, Natida.
She usually bites a cigarette with squinty eyes and walks with her back bent so it doesn’t stand out… but she is also someone who boasts a fair fair complexion. She will not fall behind even if she puts the elves next to her.
“Shall we go out?”
Such a woman whispered confess.
The late night and the environmental elements of moonlight are added, so the power of whispering is multiplied.
“I love you, we.”
Even people who weren’t normally interested in her would look back at least once, and even people who didn’t like her would inadvertently nod their heads in a sweet confession…
“······.”
Lark, a confessed party, is calm. Nati is looking down at him with his legs braided on the table in the office. Looking up at her, Lark leaned her head and opened her mouth.
“Do you need a sword?”
Lark stretched out his hand in the air.
“Say that you need it if you need it. “Don’t play around like that.”
As if this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, Lark pulled out the holy sword with a grave expression. The holy sword shining platinum-colored drove away the moonlight and darkness that had seeped into the room.
“Ah, ah.”
As the sword was dazzling, Natida shook his eyes and wrote in a small voice.
“No, what is this reaction? It’s a confession? I confessed to the atmosphere so far.
A long sigh. Lark shook his head with a disappointing Natida.
“Didn’t you mean to ask for a holy sword?”
“no. “You’re really clueless.”
“then···.”
“No, don’t put it in.”
Natida grabbed Lark’s wrist.
Eventually, she began to grind, holding a sword that Lark took out.
“A sword is a legitimate drug, but have you confessed to you because of this? It’s so really. ”
“It’s not just once or twice.”
Lark blinked and talked.
“This is already five confession.”
“Is there no such thing?”
“at all. “I’m more embarrassed than excited.”
“and. “It’s really too much.”
“What is dating in the first place? “I don’t know about that.”
It’s not a sarcastic tone.
Lark said that he didn’t know what he really didn’t know. In the beginning, there are not many contacts with women, but this is Lak, who resembles my teacher and is not as interested as an eye.
“What is love?”
What is Yeon (戀) and what is love?
Do you walk down the street holding hands? Do you eat together? At that time, Lark wields his ax once more. This brain was only in the head of a warrior made of muscles, strength, training and growth.
“I wield an ax once more at that time.”
When others are dating, Lark breaks one more Demon Army. It means that there is no room for misconduct.
“and···.”
In the decisive answer, Natida looked tired. Natida sighed for a long time, releasing her hair.
“How do you do this in a dream?”
“dream?”
“Yes, it’s a dream.”
Natida came down from the table.
“I saw it in my dream.”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw a scene in love with you. It was so romantic in my dreams …. ”
Chiik, tak.
Natida, holding the holy sword in her arms and holding a candle in her mouth, dexterously lit it with one hand. Finally, Natida, who had let out a long stream of gray fog, spoke.
“I keep dreaming these days, are you coming out?”
“Do you mean me?”
“yes. “It’s too vivid to be a dream.”
Natida laughed at the beginning of the year.
“Lark, how long have we knew?”
“It’s been a little over three months, so it’s been over 100 days.”
“100 days…”
Huh, the acting that spits out long.
“Then I just wait 630 days.”
“···630 days?”
“I’ve known Lacquer, whom I saw in my dream, for over two years. “Does she just have to wait until then?”
What is the cloud of the clouds?
In fact, it was Natida who made random comments every day, so Rak stood up with a smile without thinking about it.
“Where are you going, Lark?”
“I’m going out to scout.”
Lark, who was trying to go out with a coat, suddenly reached out to Natida. Nati’s eyes blinked her eyes and put her hands on her hand and put her hands on Lark’s hand.
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“What are you doing?”
“I want you to hold out your hand.”
“No, it’s a sword.”
“······.”
After receiving the holy sword back, Lark stopped in front of the door and looked back for a moment. Lark glanced at Natida, who was rolling around on her bed, grumbling, and then blurted out.
“What did I do two years later?”
It was a question about the content of the dream.
Natida gave a short answer to that question.
“You confessed to me?”
“I guess it’s just a dream.”
“No, it’s true.”
2.
Deep at night, inside Lark’s office.
Natida sat down on Rak’s bed and closed her eyes. What comes to mind when she closed her eyes is the landscape you saw in her dream.
Lark wouldn’t have noticed.
For a woman, dreams are never used in a light sense. That has to be the case.
The dream of a lady is in contact with the foresight.
The future that will happen, the future that should have happened, and the possibilities of what will happen in the future. The saint glimpses the future through dreams. But Natida couldn’t tell if what she saw was the future or if it was just her own delusion.
It was just a dream.
It was ridiculous to be prophecy.
‘In the first place, the prerequisites were wrong.’
A scenery I saw in my dream.
Rather than a prophecy …
‘A completely different future.’
In the future, Natida was still caught by the denomination. She was acting as a saint of the order, and she was surviving her life on drugs. She is a closet where no one comes to visit. She was living a half-dream, drugged up.
“Are you a saint?”
There was a person who came to him.
“ I’m Lark Van Grace. ”
He extended his hand to Natida. He stretched out his hand and pulled Natida out of his closet and said:
“I need you.”
“Only then will I be able to stand by his side.”
The countless futures I saw after that.
A future completely different from the present.
“You run away.”
and···.
“Because this is my stage.”
The most terrible disaster faced in that future. Natida’s shoulders trembled briefly as she traced those blurry memories.
“···I guess it was just a dream, la.”
The words Lark muttered a moment ago.
Thinking over those words, Natida burst into laughter.
“I hope it’s just a dog dream.”
Because in that dream, Lark died.
Because he sacrificed himself to save himself from an unknown swordsman. Natida let out a long sigh, remembering Rak’s last words in her dream.
“I heard you really confessed.”
* * *
“Now that I think about it, Cardi.”
“What. “Raniel.”
“Have I ever heard anything strange from Belnoa? To be exact, this is what I heard from the god Belnoa serves.”
“The god that Belnoah serves? Oh, you mean the shadow dragon lord?”
“uh. Him. “He told me he was.”
“What?”
“I saw the future. To be exact, I saw a future that should have happened originally, but no matter how you look at it…”
Raniel laughed bitterly.
“It’s the story of the goddess of ashes.”
“···Hasn’t that future disappeared?”
“It’s gone. “It would have never happened, but they say that when the Goddess of Ash intervened in the past, the flow made it impossible for even stars to see the future.”
The Shadow Dragon Lord said.
No prophet can see the future anymore. The only thing that those who possess miracles such as future vision and prophecy can glimpse is the future that the Goddess of Ash walked through.
“Even if it’s an old lizard.”
“Well,” Raniel said, turning his back.
“Well, since there are no more people who can see the future, I guess it doesn’t matter. Miracles of prophecy are not that common.”
That’s exactly what it says. Prophecy is not a miracle easily granted to ordinary humans, not transcendent beings with divinity. Over the course of hundreds of years of history, there were only a handful of priests who achieved the miracle of prophecy.
“And, in the first place.”
Raniel sighed.
“It is only in that case that miracles such as prophecy and foresight are given. “It’s always been like that.”
“That’s right. In the first place, prophecy is a miracle given to believers only when the star feels extreme danger.”
Throughout hundreds of years of history, whenever the stars allowed the miracle of prophecy, he appeared. The most fearful disaster. Embodied death.
The sword of death, Ganicalt.
“Ganikalt, unless that guy comes out, the miracle of prophecy will never happen. And he won’t move any more until the day he comes.”
Raniel nodded at Cardi’s words.
“surely.”
3.
A few days later, a guest came to Krempelia.
Since they had been notified in advance, Krempelia’s general commanders, Lark and Natida, set out to meet the visiting guests. Upon hearing that a guest was waiting in the reception room, Lark opened the door towards the reception room…
“······.”
I faced the man who was nodding and dozing off.
It’s a very familiar face.
He is also the person who once taught Lark martial arts, and is better known as the warrior’s aide.
“Mr. Kalt?”
A sword master and Guardian.
The pursuer, Kalt, opened his eyes with confusion.
Bloodshot eyes slowly turned to Lark, and then to Natida, who was right next to Lark. Natida had her arms crossed with Lark, and the moment Kalt saw that, his expression crumpled.
‘The little bastard’s bastards…’
Kalt barely chewed and swallowed the words that almost flew out of his mouth. If I say this out loud, I will end up becoming an old man like my ‘great’ senior.
“A long time. lakh.”
Kalt, barely able to say hello, bowed his head.
“Whoa…”
For some reason, I feel like I can only sigh these days.
Kalt let out a long sigh and took something out of his arms. It was a cigarette pack, and even if you hold it upside down and shake it off, all that comes out is dust.
“These ten…”
As Kalt was looking in vain at the empty cigarette pack, Natida, who was next to Lark, suddenly let out a sigh.
“Isn’t that Taari 200?”
Natida, who had fallen from Lark’s side, approached Kalt at a fast pace. Natida pointed to the empty cigarette pack and briefly exclaimed, “Oh.”
“Taari 200 is good. It’s strong, but as strong as it is, I can say it makes me sleepy. I also like the clean aftertaste. “You have good taste.”
“···Do you know Taari 200?”
This cigarette is famous for being strong.
As it is a cigarette that Kalt regularly smokes to wake him up with its strong taste, it is a cigarette that makes even smokers shake their heads, let alone ordinary people.
“Yes, I know. “I also burn that often.”
The girl in front of me claims that she also smoked such a cigarette. That kid has Taari 200? As Kalt blinked her eyes, Natida took something out of her pocket. What I took out was a wooden box. Natida opened the lid of the wooden box with the expansion spell, held it upside down and shook it.
Soon, packs of Usushu cigarettes poured out on the table.
Nervous tranquilizers, Taari 200, and all kinds of other famously strong tobacco began to pile up on the table, forming a mountain.
“······.”
Kalt looked at Natida with a puzzled expression. Come to think of it, I think I know something about that girl. A girl who sticks by Lark’s side and is crazy about tobacco and drugs.
“…What’s your name?”
“This is Natida. Nice to meet you, Lord Kalt.”
Natida handed Taari 200 to Kalt.
“I often heard stories about the warrior.”
Natida smiled bitterly, looking into Kalt’s wide eyes. That bitter smile was half-mixed with sympathy and sympathy.
“You are going through a lot. really.”
It seems you are still the same hero.
If you need other tobacco, you can take it with you and burn it. Looking at Natida who mumbled like that, she frowned as if her Kalt was dazzling her eyes.
“indeed.”
Kalt nodded, accepting the cigarette pack.
“…She is indeed a saint.”
Kalt put the miraculous cigarette the saint had given him in his mouth.
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