Episode 136
Tulip Mausoleum (1)
Theo told Cassandra to keep this a secret for now.
Because he didn’t know how other people would react if they found out about the ‘prophecy’ related to him.
His ability to read minds could have been easily discovered.
However, I was wondering what to do if Cassandra refused.
“Yes, I like it.”
Cassandra nodded with a baffling simplicity.
“No one will believe in my dream anyway. My mother told me not to go anywhere and talk about my dream carelessly.”
Cassandra’s face darkened slightly when she spoke of ‘Mom’, but soon smiled again and stuck out her little finger.
“So we’re friends now?”
“friend?”
“Yes, Mom said that. Someone you share a secret with is a friend.”
Theo chuckled and placed his hand on her pinky finger.
“Then we are friends from now on.”
“Hehehe. I made my first friend.”
Could this also be this child’s way of overcoming sadness?
Theo gently stroked Cassandra’s head, which was so impressive.
* * *
The head of the Tulip Floriculture Association, Aud Lemaire, frowned.
“What? Another guest is coming?”
“yes…….”
“Dengryong, that person alone is crazy and delusional, so what is this!”
Odd was a man who lived his entire life far removed from war.
Floriculture.
He was a craftsman who had only touched flowers throughout his life and was proud of the public’s assessment that he had elevated them to the realm of art.
So, even though the Flower Guild was part of Ragnar’s vassal group, they didn’t pay much attention to the news that war had broken out.
I wondered what could possibly happen in this place where there were only flowers.
But recently, two groups of guests who visited the flower shop began to gradually break her peace of mind.
Especially when the dragon that had not shown its face to the outside world for a long time, even in the North, came looking for the combination, it was so scary.
But, a new guest is added here?
“But the problem is… … .”
“What, is there more?”
Assistant Glenn barely managed to continue speaking, avoiding Odd’s blazing gaze.
“I was told to be careful because there might be trouble with Troyban since we are coming to make contact after completing a mission… …!”
“Are you planning to turn this place into a battlefield?”
bang!
Finally, Odd couldn’t stand it anymore and got up, hitting the table hard.
I can somewhat understand the situation of guests staying at the main house.
But it wasn’t like I was getting caught up in the phone call.
The ‘new guests’ that Glenn was talking about were none other than Theo and his group.
“It won’t work.”
Odd gritted his teeth.
“Why are you doing this… … ?”
“What should I do? I have to find out! Otherwise, why bother disturbing the peace of those who are sleeping soundly under the flower garden?”
“Well, still!”
“But what’s wrong with that! Follow me!”
“Mr. Chairman! It’s the Chairman!”
Glenn had to run after Odd as he stormed out of the union office.
* * *
“It looks like our union leader is very angry.”
“You’re not saying this without knowing it, are you?”
Denglong greeted Odd, who was very angry, with a kind smile.
In front of him, a tea made with boiled flower petals was steaming.
“The tea tastes really good. Can I ask what kind of flower petals these are?”
“Oh, really! Stop talking nonsense and focus on the conversation!”
bang!
Odd slammed the table where Denglong’s teacup was placed and asked.
Glenman, stuck in the middle, just rolled his eyes and looked around.
‘Cho, what on earth are you, what are you thinking, Chairman…?’
The opponent was a dragon.
He may be the strongest among the nine dragons, and is called the living legend of the North.
But the union leader didn’t care at all and even talked back to me. It was heartbreaking.
No matter how kind of a person Deungryong is, in the end, Ragnar is Ragnar.
Because it wouldn’t have been strange for him to shout and commit a sword attack at any time.
That was the ‘common sense’ that northerners generally had.
So I gave Odd a silent look, telling him that it might be better to stop.
The dirty-tempered union leader only responded with a ‘What?’ look in his eyes.
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Rather, it was Deungryong who reacted.
“You over there.”
“Excuse me, are you talking about me?”
“Hehehe. Is there anyone else standing there besides you?”
“Oh, no! Ma, please speak!”
“This isn’t even a military base, but it’s so disciplined.”
“I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m, sorry!”
“You don’t have to be sorry.”
“sorry!”
“Heh heh heh heh heh.”
The dragon’s laughter filled the room.
Glenn was dying because of Odd, who kept glaring at him like, ‘What the heck, you idiot?’
‘Don’t be like that! My mouth is still parched because of you, union leader! Instead, I should be protecting you!’
“By the way, can you tell me what this flower is?”
“Oh, it’s Marigold.”
“Oh, really? I’ll have to find some and try it when I get back to Winterer.”
“Oh, don’t get distracted and focus here!”
“Haha. You’re still a bit impatient.”
“Isn’t it that you, Deungryong, are too relaxed?”
‘The union leader… … is acquainted with Deungryong?’
“Anyway! You know what kind of place this is, right?”
Odd crossed his arms as if he couldn’t stand it anymore and brought the topic back to the original topic.
A gentle smile appeared on Dengryong’s lips.
“How could I not know? This is the mausoleum where the spirits of the family are enshrined.”
If the Tulip Flower Association had been a simple flower garden association, it would not have been able to join Ragnar’s vassal group.
It was just an ordinary guild.
But the value this place had to Ragnar was different.
Mausoleum.
It was a grave.
Long ago, hundreds of years ago, when few people remember, the ancestors who had to close their eyes for the glory of Ragnar were sleeping.
Temple.
It was also a small shrine where ancestors’ memorial tablets were kept and their well-being and blessings were prayed for.
“Yes. Tulips are not just any flowers. They are the transformed forms of our ancestors who received the blessings of the flower god long ago. Even after death, the head that turned toward Winterer became a flower, the body became a black stem that supported it, and the hands and feet that prayed became leaves and roots and remained here.”
It was a legend.
A legend that is also famous as a fairy tale in Winterer.
– Long ago. A story of swordsmen and dragons who fought with their lives to protect Winterer from the dark shadow that descended from the far north beyond the barrier.
“I am a flower keeper and grave keeper who came down with the mission to protect and nurture such a precious place. I cannot stand to see this place being swept away by the war and get hurt.”
Odd’s two eyes gleamed menacingly.
As if it would burst into flames at any moment.
“So please get out right now.”
Denglong drank his teacup without saying a word.
Gulp!
All you can hear is Glenn’s nervous swallowing.
“That can’t be.”
“really……!”
“I agree with you. This place has great value, so we should take care of it carefully. Why bother disturbing the rest of the dead by making a fuss? If it’s a place to meet for a mission, there must be other places besides this one.”
“Someone who knows!”
“However, this mission ‘must’ end here.”
widely!
Denglong quietly placed the teacup on the floor.
The two eyes were as deep as the deep taste of flower tea.
“I have something to check.”
One of Odd’s eyebrows twitched.
“… … Is it because of political reasons again?”
“That’s all I can tell you for now.”
“Oh, really!”
Odd finally couldn’t stand it anymore and kicked the table hard with his foot.
Then she went out, grumbling, and Glenn bowed to Deungryong and hurriedly followed after her.
“Even at this age, I still can’t control my temper. I still have a long way to go before I grow up.”
Denglong laughed and picked up his teacup again.
Even though it had cooled down a lot, it was still warm.
* * *
As soon as Theo and his party arrived at their destination, the Tulip Flower Association, they were extremely surprised.
Because someone I never expected to see was there to greet me.
“What! Shelford, you knew?”
“I wonder. It’s not even written down properly who will be the takeover.”
Amidst Shelford and Arin’s confusion, Theo opened his eyes wide.
“Well?”
“Haha! Prince Theo, it’s been a while. You’ve become a court lady. And Princess Ray too.”
It was Wellington.
He had grown taller and his voice had gotten deeper, perhaps because he had been going through a growth spurt over the past few months.
“Why are you here?”
Wellington smiled at Ray’s question.
“I guess you haven’t heard the news. I came here while wandering with the Master. I also heard that Prince Theo and Princess Ray were coming, so I stayed.”
“I’ve been hearing from Well. He’s been conducting an inspection with Deungryong.”
“What… … That’s what happened.”
“I heard he is the most promising player in the North these days. I also heard he is considered the best among the ‘Three Gentlemen and Eight Juns’.”
“… … Did that damn nickname reach Prince Theo’s ears too?”
Wellington unconsciously covered his face with his hands.
In fact, his name has been the most famous in the North in recent times.
Maybe even bigger than Theo.
3rd Army 8th Jun was a nickname given to 11 masters who were evaluated as having the best skills and reputation among the new masters.
Inspector Wellington was in the ‘8th grade’.
He has been actively appearing all over the country with his dragons recently.
Many of Troyban’s troops suffered defeat because of him.
The number of Theo’s achievements that he had read in the newspaper alone could be counted on one hand.
“The hero of Tarot City.”
“… …Stop it.”
“The protagonist of the neta war.”
“……please.”
“A true example of a knight who protects children, the elderly, and women.”
“… … Prince Theo, did you originally have such a mischievous side?”
Wellington’s achievements have been largely portrayed as heroic.
It was thanks to the mobilization of public opinion in Ragnar with the theme of ‘the boy hero who fought against the oppression of Troyban’.
In particular, the story of how he defended the refugees until the end against Troyvan’s offensive in the Battle of Neta caused a stir in the empire.
Thanks to this, Wellington was suffering from crowds welcoming him wherever he went.
I was secretly embarrassed to keep praising him.
“The new incarnation of the sleeping dragon who will succeed the sword of the dragon.”
“… … I guess the child behind you is the one we rescued during this mission.”
Wellington quickly changed the subject, fearing that he might really be humiliated if he continued on like this.
Theo smiled lightly at the fact that his long-awaited friend was still the same, and patted Cassandra’s head as she hid behind him.
“Yes. My name is Cassandra. She is quite shy, but she is a very kind girl.”
“It looks like it. Nice to meet you, Cassandra. My name is Wellington.”
“… … .”
Cassandra only held on to Theo’s collar without saying anything.
Wellington smiled bitterly and cracked a squeak.
“It seems like the child follows Prince Theo a lot. Can you hand him over?”
Theo scratched the ball.
First, the order they received stated that they were to hand over Cassandra’s new recruits to the receiver waiting at the Tulip Floriculture Association and then immediately come to ‘Tole Castle’.
But during that time, I was worried because I had become too close to Cassandra, but she was not opening her heart to Ray or anyone else.
‘The most important part is that the Magic Empress wasn’t taken away by Troyvan… … but that doesn’t mean I can keep taking her with me.’
I don’t know if I can convince my superiors, but even so, I can’t keep taking these children to war zones.
But if the acquirer was Wellington and Denglong, there was less to worry about.
If there are two people, I can trust and leave it to them.
“But an order is an order. This child lost his family just a few days ago. Please take good care of him.”
“Okay.”
“Can I hand over the inheritance directly to Lord Deungryong?”
“Ah, I guess you didn’t hear the details. It’s not just you and me here. You should hand over the child to him. He’s the one who’s been waiting for this child to come.”
「… … ?」
‘Minute’?
Is there anyone higher in rank than Denglong and Wellington?
It was the moment Theo was about to ask a question.
“You’re Theo, right? Our greatest rival, as Thorkel said.”
A spine-chilling sensation.
Theo instinctively raised his head and reached for the Drake’s blade on his back.
On the roof of the building.
A woman was sitting on the edge of the room like a cat, looking down.
He was facing away from the sun, his spirits still lingering.
The large scythe on his back stood out.
‘Why is the Black Death here?’
The Black Death, Ragnar.
Closest to the throne.
Following Thorkell, a new fifth-generation candidate emerged.
and,
Woof!
Suddenly, the earrings, ring, and moon-white sword that Theo was holding began to shake violently.
At the same time, the scythe that Rize had on his back was also the same.
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