The Standard of Reincarnation Episode 111
[The fortress commander of the Red Fortress tells the first-class cadet.]
The contents of the mission statement that started with were not that complicated.
In summary, there were two things.
[One. Protect Vincen from the remnants of Helaim.]
[2. Find treasures that may be hidden at the Francis Art Memorial.]
After reading the mission statement, Henna immediately grabbed her sword.
“egg plant.”
“Right now?”
“The treasure cannot be taken away, right?”
She had no doubts about the mission.
“Do you really believe that the Dragon King’s grace exists?”
“Is it important to a military person?”
It didn’t matter whether there was treasure or not.
What mattered to her was that she had been ordered to find the treasure.
‘Judgment on whether the mission is right or wrong is completely excluded.’
If you think about it a little, you’ll realize that it’s a bit of a strange mission.
Henna had no doubts about the mission.
Vincen tried the henna.
“If there was treasure, I would have found it in Hellaim first. And there are warriors from powerful families everywhere, so the remnants of Hellaim won’t be able to do much harm to me.”
“so?”
“Overall, isn’t it a very strange mission?”
“Unmanned personnel do not make value judgments about the mission.”
She walked ahead.
“Just do it. “Complete or fail, that’s the only thing that exists.”
Vincen walked behind Henna.
The streets were busy with the march of the citizen revolutionaries.
They showed an orderly appearance based on strong civic consciousness.
A few people suffered seizures as a side effect of the grace, but they were quickly subdued.
“Sister, do you know about Francis Aylom?”
“At least the name.”
“It was a name I had never heard before.”
I couldn’t even remember the name ‘Francis Aylom’ written in the letter Selvira sent me.
Because it wasn’t a very important name to Vincennes.
“If you ask 100 unmanned people, all 100 will say they don’t know.”
“… … .”
Henna didn’t respond in particular.
The flow of conversation was interrupted, but Vincen didn’t care.
“But you knew. And in the subspace, there was drawing paper and a quill pen. “Don’t you still have a dream?”
“You have a knack for continuing to tell useless stories.”
Vincen continued.
“I have been studying to carry out my mission. Would you like to listen to it?”
I was able to remember most things after just one day of studying.
To be precise, it was not Vincen that remembered, but Julian.
“There is a rumor that Francis Aylom is actually of Yongain blood. So, there is a saying that the hidden treasure is also called ‘the grace of the Dragon King.’”
“That’s probably true.”
“Are you familiar with Francis Aylom?”
“no. I just know that he has considerable artistic sophistication. Since ancient times, the Yonga people have been known to have deep knowledge of the arts.”
Vincen and Henna arrived in front of the art museum.
The museum was quite large, but there were almost no people there.
There was no manager in sight.
People were only focusing on the ‘Citizen Revolution’ and did not pay attention to the Francis Memorial Hall, which celebrated its 200th anniversary.
Therefore, no event of any kind took place.
“The structure is such that you enter the museum through the plaza. “It is said that when you look down from a high place, you can see various patterns.”
“It looks like you studied a lot.”
“Aren’t you curious what they look like?”
“It’s not exactly clear, but they say it symbolizes the protection of higher-ranking gods.”
“Did you know that there is a pattern that accurately embodies the divine protection of dogs?”
“God of Tsunami.”
Porcedin, the god of tidal waves.
Historically, Porcedine’s name has appeared only a few times.
Nonetheless, Porcedin was classified as a supreme deity.
This was because about 200 years ago, the ‘Dragon King’ Abeltan possessed the divine protection of Porsedin.
“I heard that Dragon King Abeltan was a legendary hero who led the dragon people to their heyday. How strong was he? Was he stronger than his father?”
“He’s already dead, so it’s a meaningless question.”
Vincen walked with Henna, chatting non-stop.
Arrived at the entrance of the art museum.
The manager was still nowhere to be seen.
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“It is a place with 200 years of history, but there is no manager. “I think we should talk to Lord Laurent and ask him to take action quickly.”
“… … .”
I entered the entrance to the museum.
The ceiling of the museum was very high.
The ceiling was made of opaque glass and had a structure that accepted light from the sky and scattered it.
“Every year on May 31st. “It is said that at exactly 12 noon, this penetrating sunlight creates a special pattern.”
Today was May 31st.
The Francis Art Memorial Museum shared a history with Hellaim, so the date almost coincided with the Hades meeting.
“I guess I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“… … .”
I looked at the henna out of the corner of my eye. Henna showed no particular reaction.
“Looking at that, Francis seems like a really great person.”
Vincen glanced at Henna.
Henna was still expressionless.
“It is said that the pattern created by sunlight is similar to the shape of Porcedine’s protection. “Did you know that too?”
“I knew.”
On the wall were displayed drawings that Francis had drawn since childhood.
“It is said that Francis showed genius drawing skills from the age of seven. It is said that from around that time, he advocated extreme realism and drew self-portraits and those of his acquaintances… … Ah, there it is. It is said that the painting depicting his mother won a famous award at the time. What kind of award was that… … rail… … “What was it?”
“Railtra Award.”
“ah! you’re right. It is said that he received that award when he was eleven years old. He is the youngest recipient of the award, and it is said that this record has not been broken for almost 200 years. “In my eyes, I think I’m worse than my sister.”
Vincen looked at the henna again.
At that moment, our eyes met with Henna.
Henna revealed a subtle anger.
“What do you want to say?”
“I’m just providing background information for the mission.”
Julian was surprised to see that.
-Oh my god, it looks like Henna is angry now?
‘That’s how I see it.’
-Your sister is a doll. Are you saying you know how to get angry?
‘Who doesn’t have emotions?’
There is no one without emotions.
If you don’t have emotions, you either don’t know about them, or you know them but ignore them.
Vincen thought so.
“No matter how much I think about it, I think the portrait my sister drew 10 years ago was better.”
10 years ago, Henna was 9 years old.
“If you had just submitted your work, you would definitely have won the honor of being the youngest winner.”
“That is not honor.”
At least that was the case in ‘Adenka’.
For Adenka’s warrior, the honor of being awarded the Railtra Award was not an honor.
Rather, it was just evidence that he had neglected military education.
“Then what about the Nottleberry Award?”
As Vincen knew, the most prestigious award in the field of painting was the Nottleberry Prize.
Once a year, the Nottlebury family selects and awards an award.
“I think you could win the Nottleberry Award.”
“It’s like a mosquito buzzing in your ear.”
Vincen was startled and took two steps back.
“Ike, I guess I’ll have to stand a little further away so I don’t get hit in the palm of my hand.”
“… … .”
Julian was increasingly at a loss for words.
-She doesn’t look like the sister I know. You are clearly angry right now.
1st class representative cadet Hena Adenka.
The woman holding the sword was clearly a ‘doll’.
However, the henna that visited the Francis Museum of Art was not a ‘doll’.
Without even realizing it, she was breaking the doll’s shell and showing her true self little by little.
Vincen caught up next to Henna again and spoke.
“From here on, it is said to be a painting I drew in my mid-teens. “Francis recalled that it was a time when he suffered from writer’s disease.”
I saw colorful and difficult pictures.
Some were made up of only dots and lines, but I couldn’t tell what they were drawn on.
“What kind of work is this with this one green dot?”
The title of the work was ‘Tears’.
Henna spoke without hesitation.
“They say that a single tear shed by someone for someone else contains the hope that someone can be revived.”
“The world of art is so profound.”
“… … .”
Henna stopped walking.
It was a painting that Francis painted when he was in his mid-20s.
It was a painting showing a man wearing silver armor standing on top of numerous corpses.
“It’s a painting of the dragon king Abeltan. In fact, it is said that Francis has never seen the Dragon King. It is said that he was created purely from imagination, and people were surprised by his striking resemblance to the real Dragon King. Oh, you know there’s something special among those who fell over there, right?”
Among the numerous corpses, there was only one alive.
He was wearing a uniform with the ‘sun’ symbolizing Adenka.
“It is said that at that time, the Dragon King won a one-on-one duel with the head of the Adenka family. It is said that there is a record that the head of the family at that time shed a lot of blood and wet the feet of the Dragon King.”
“The Yongans believe that.”
Henna was still expressionless, but the time spent looking at the picture had become much longer.
The environment of the art museum and Vincen’s continued questions repeatedly stimulated and prodded the dream that was hidden within her.
Vincen and Julian were feeling it at the same time.
“But sister. “You speak as if you know Yong-Ain well.”
“… … .”
Henna didn’t respond in particular.
She walked ahead and stopped in front of a painting.
The entire wall was a painting.
Henna placed her palm there and generated mana.
“What are you doing?”
At the same time as he said that, the wall rotated sideways.
This picture itself was a revolving door.
‘The road to the underground?’
Henna walked ahead.
“let’s go.”
“How did you know about this road?”
“If there really is treasure, this would be the most likely place.”
“Is this path related to your mission two years ago?”
It was two years ago when citizens began to divide and actively fight among themselves.
It coincided with when Henna received the ‘blue gem’ from Helaim.
As Henna went down the stairs, she told me about the mission from two years ago.
“… … There is a closed mobile gateway through this passage, so you took advantage of it and went to the Yonga people’s village? Helaim already knew all about that.”
“okay.”
“Two years ago, you stole hundreds of eggs from the dragon people.”
“The mission given to me was to bring the eggs.”
“Isn’t that the egg of the dragon people?”
Yonga people are almost identical to humans.
When they get angry, they grow scales and their eyes narrow like a reptile, but they are basically no different from humans.
But there was one very big difference: they were born from eggs.
“Helaim received an egg from his sister and gave him a blue jewel.”
And Helaim threatened the Yonga people with eggs.
Taking advantage of their habit of valuing eggs extremely highly, they imprisoned Yongain warriors.
Starting with that, Helaim kidnapped the Yonga people and began ‘research’.
“Actually, the research would have been in its final stages. “The last ingredient must have been dragon ain.”
Through him, he completed ‘Grace’ and eventually seemed to have planned to create an army of evil spirits.
Vincen stopped in his seat.
“You said you don’t make value judgments about missions.”
“okay.”
“You said there are only two ways to complete a mission: complete it or fail. But was it really so then?”
Henna, who had read Vincen’s momentum, also stopped.
This was because Vincen’s momentum was quite strong.
“Be polite. “If you were my enemy, you would be dead.”
“You wouldn’t say that you didn’t know that the eggs you saved were actually the eggs of the dragon people.”
The tone of voice was quite aggressive.
“Numerous Yonga people were sacrificed. Citizens divided and started slandering and fighting each other. Many people died in their hatred for each other, and Sir Laurent lost his eye. He may have lost his life.”
“… … .”
“If more time had passed, countless people would have become an army of evil spirits and sacrificed themselves, and the world might have been engulfed in chaos. All of this started after my sister’s mission. And yet, don’t you still make value judgments? Was Henna Adenka really right at that time?”
Julian did not stop Vincen.
Vincen’s attitude seemed quite emotional, but in reality, his words were thoroughly calculated.
fantasy,
