Chapter 35. Ghost (1)
Becoming a legend is not that difficult.
If the axis of time had not moved, Teylan, who survived alone for three days in the face of the White Devils of Balkan, would have become a legend. Chase, who watched his younger brother slowly die over several days, but ultimately lost his life while giving priority to what he had to protect as a king, would have become a legend. In addition, Planz of the day that captured Secretia in such a short time.
Yes, it would eventually become a legend.
Plantz, who became uncomfortable as he remembered the war in which countless legends and heroes were born and died, let out an annoyed voice as he looked at the wizard who had created another legend that could not be compared to the legends created by those great men.
“whatever.”
Arsene, Kallian’s crazy tag.
An ice mage of the 5th Circle who was trampled by the great feet of Alan Manasil, who ‘couldn’t see what was ahead’ due to the thick darkness of dawn, while sleeping at the entrance to the Wilhelm Pavilion.
Alan, who was deeply impressed by Arsene’s confidence as he pointed to the great footprints left in the middle of his white robe and exclaimed, “I have no salary and no pride,” made Arsene’s aspirations come true with a gentle smile. The remaining salary of 1 florin was reduced for three months.
Arsene, who was holding the back of his neck and groaning with his body like a water-soaked sponge, opened his mouth, perhaps knowing that the Balkan wizards gathered in front of the steps of the Wilhelm Pavilion, where the amazing legend was created, were calling Arsene’s name in high praise.
“If you tell me, I can find out and fix it.”
“I told you.”
A window filled with sunlight.
Planz, who had chosen Arsene’s favorite spot as his desk, slowly stroked his pale emerald hair, which looked brighter in the midsummer sunlight.
Plantz, who looked truly relaxed and sparkling as if he was standing a step aside from the truly chaotic human world, slowly turned his gaze to a corner of his spacious office.
Plantz, who had been looking at the face of the wizard, who seemed to be filled with guilt at the worn-out human figures in the middle of the chaotic world he had left behind, spoke in a languid voice.
“My brother said he didn’t have to worry about what to raise.”
If I were to bother opening the mouth that is so beautifully attached to this precious face free from royalties and explain it one more time, I would say that you were just like a dog yesterday.
The desire to imitate that clumsy expression and smile is so high that it melts away in the sun, but it’s just a pity that my hair doesn’t move properly.
“I understand what you said about me being drunk and becoming something other than a person.”
It wasn’t that I didn’t understand that they didn’t have to worry about what dog to get or what to name it when they went to Camilon, so they could just take Arsene.
Arsene, who was turning his head toward the mirror on his desk, unconsciously shrank his shoulders.
I don’t know if it was more because I fell asleep leaning on the stairs all night, or because I got hit, or because I was stepped on by Alan, but in any case, every time I held my neck, I felt tremendous muscle pain.
“I don’t know what mistake I made that made my neck look like this.”
Arsene, who could barely hold back the words that he was in pain, pointed to the blue bruise on the back of his neck and said. There were certainly many different ways to put him to sleep, but thanks to Calian hitting him again exactly where Kyrie had hit him, the bruise was already a deep purple color.
To make matters worse, didn’t Hina, who came to see Arsene this morning, smile and say this?
– I know why you got hurt. The kind prince told me to just leave it alone.
Arsene, who was remembering the cold appearance that seemed to have learned Veronica’s resolute attitude faster than the healing skills of the Tensil healer staying in the palace, looked at Plantz once again.
Hina, who had listened to the kind prince’s unkind request to not heal his injuries, said only those words and scurried off to his office. That made Arsene even more anxious.
“Isn’t that fortunate?”
After saying this, Planz stood up without saying any more.
Then, because the wizard was exuding a chill, saying he was trying to beat the heat, he took off the light yellow cardigan he was wearing and put on a dark purple jacket with ornate gold decoration, draped only over his shoulders. This was because it was too hot outside to put my arms through my sleeves.
Arsene, who was clearly preparing to leave, asked in a passing tone.
“Where are you going.”
“Outside.”
Yes, it must be outside.
There’s nowhere else to go, so of course I’m going to go outside. But I’m asking because I don’t know whether it’s Chermil, Arpia, or Wilhelm Training Center.
So, Arsene, who showed his expression as if he could please give me a proper answer, opened his mouth and asked again.
“Can you tell me where you are going out there?”
“why.”
I wonder if the prince, who is extremely short-talking, knows that Lucy, whom he cherishes and loves so much, talks more than he does.
Arsene made a really frustrated face.
I thought for a moment that Reric, the servant whom I had sent out for interfering with work, could still translate those words into a complete sentence, and then thought, ‘Why should I tell a guy like you where I’m going, wizard?
‘
I thought he would translate it for me, so I stopped and just gave the answer.
“If you are going to join the Knights, I want to go with you.”
One corner of Planz’s mouth, who was staring at Arsene, went up again. This is because I noticed why Arsene was asking about my destination and saying he would go out with me.
“I don’t want to be watched.”
“Why should I watch over the prince, the deputy commander? It would be better to sleep at such a time.”
Plantz immediately responded to the sincere grumbling.
“The drivers are trying to keep me from saying anything if it’s not surveillance.”
This time, the words were longer than Lucy’s, but Arsene’s expression turned out to be at a loss for words.
Arsene really didn’t show anything.
I just said that if I were to go to the Knights, I would go with them.
Arsene responded with an astonished expression to the words of Planz, who immediately sensed the hidden meaning in that single word.
“It’s not surveillance.”
“I already know that Viscount Briesen has returned.”
He said that since he already knew the story of Evan Brissen bringing back Lennon Brissen, there was no need to follow him and prevent him from hearing what he said.
– The kind prince asked me to tell you so that the good prince would not find out about it.
The reason Hina came to Arsene this morning was to convey Kalian’s words. It was a request to keep Plantz from finding out about Lennon Briesen’s appearance at Calian’s birthday celebration yesterday. In the meantime, all they had to do was control the mouth of Relic, Plantz’s servant, but of course the knights belonging to Brisen would also have heard about the rumor that would have now spread widely.
Therefore, Calian, who was worried that the story the knights were telling Plantz might contain something about Lennon, called Hina, who could most naturally go to Arsene, and asked her to tell him the story.
But Plantz knows it all.
Arsene looked at Planz, forgetting what to say for a moment. This is because I was worried about what that good mind would guess if it found out that Lennon was back.
“Don’t follow me. I won’t think about it any more.”
Arsene, who had a strange look on his face at these words, asked a question without realizing it.
“Are you free to do that?”
Plantz turned his head and glanced at Arsene. His eyes were looking at one of the foolish creatures struggling at his feet.
“Isn’t it okay if I don’t stop thinking about other things?”
They say that you can block the flow of thoughts about Lennon by constantly thinking about other things.
This means that while I am doing my job at an incredible speed, I am constantly thinking about other things while I am talking with Arsene, looking around the knights, eating, and resting. To not subconsciously think about Lennon.
“So tell my brother not to worry.”
As he was considering whether it was really possible, Planz turned his head away from Arsene, who was frowning at the pain in his neck once again, and went outside.
“You just have to think a lot. I can’t tell if you’re really smart or ignorant… Huh?”
Arsene, who had been staring helplessly at the closed door and muttering this, suddenly closed his mouth.
‘The guy who turned away because he was too thoughtful only turned away because he was a human being.’
‘I think my teacher would like my acquaintance.’
This is because a fragment of a memory suddenly came to me like a flash.
Before long, Arsene’s face turned an earthy color. What is this memory of pointing at Kalian the day before and saying extremely rude things to him?
First of all, Arsene, who had forgotten to be surprised by Planz’s good hair because he had to think about why he was glad that he couldn’t remember what he said to Calian yesterday, grabbed his head and groaned.
And after about an hour or two.
Arsene took out a piece of luxurious paper from his desk drawer and picked up a pen with a determined look on his face.
And soon, with a solemn expression, he wrote the title, each word with sincerity and determination.
‘I was wrong.’
Arsene, who had no intention of getting fired yet because he felt like he would die if he handed in his resignation letter, began writing a passionate apology.
* * *
It was just as Marquis Evan Briesen had thought.
Evan, who was supposed to most vehemently oppose Freya’s acclamation as queen, took a step back. In addition, he bowed to Lemain in a manner that had never been shown in any other case before.
“They say it will be held sometime next week at the earliest. There will be an event in the square, so Sir Slake will be here before dinner time today.”
The main character who goes to the ceremony to honor Freya is, of course, Calian. So, the story was that Shatin, the costumer, would come to the palace to get the new formal clothes to be worn at that time.
“This time, I will meet you in person, not Merlin.”
Yan looked a little surprised at these words. Wasn’t it Calian who always asked Merlin for clothes because he hated choosing clothes?
However, since Calian did not seem willing to give any further explanation, Jan answered without adding a question.
“Yes, I understand. And I received a call from Duke Siegfried, asking if I have a good time starting next Saturday. Couplet.”
Calian shook his head slightly, shaking the mint tea in the glass to make a jingling sound of ice. Since I was practicing magic and swordsmanship every day anyway, it didn’t matter when.
“Have you heard from Siren yet?”
Some time has passed since I asked you to gather information about the crown prince of Tensil. ‘In the past’, I heard that all the birds that were investigating the carriage accident in which the crown prince was riding died, so I asked them to be even more careful, but I don’t know if that’s why I haven’t heard from them for a long time.
Jan nodded and answered Calian’s words.
“Yes. We are investigating without going outside of Kyrisis, so it will probably take some time.”
Calian, who had asked him to investigate carefully but had never told him not to leave the capital, looked at Yan. Yan said, curling his eyebrows.
“Some prince somewhere shouldn’t have to secretly jump out of the third floor to save you in the middle of the night again.”
It seems that Yan still remembers the incident of running out to rescue Arsene and Euria without his knowledge.
In any case, Calian did not want someone to be in danger on his behalf, so Calian nodded obediently and expressed his intention to wait a little longer.
“And Lord Hertz will probably be here sometime today. He will secretly give you a letter or something and try to return, so hold him tight and bring him to me.”
It was to slightly modify the plan to deceive Gray and keep him with him. Originally, Calian would have stayed behind and tried to move Gray through Arsene, but seeing him in a state of despair the day before made him think that it would be difficult to leave that task to Arsene any longer.
Therefore, I was planning to meet Gray secretly and talk to him directly.
“Prince.”
After hearing that, Jan sat down on the chair next to where Calian was sitting. This is because he had something to say as the first son of Siegfried and the protector of Calian, other than his servant Jan.
“You’re about to do something dangerous again.”
Kalian, who was watching Yan ask that question, said as if it was amusing.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Anyway, yarn is yarn.
I’ve asked you to bring Arsene countless times, but today I’m worried again, wondering how I found out.
Calian continued as if it was no big deal.
“Really don’t worry. The person I meet this time can’t do anything to me.”
Because you must be very scared.
That was the time when Kalian said this with a bright smile and Jan pursed his lips as he could not believe it.
– Is this how you do it? Am I right?
really.
A voice I had never expected was heard and the ring shined.
– Is it working or not? Are you hearing it?
A voice I had never heard before in my life, but there was no way I could not understand it, flowed through Calian’s ring.
‘Arianne…?’
The mint tea in Kalian’s hand made a jingling sound once again.
