The standard of reincarnation episode 111 [The Fortress Commander of the Red Fortress delivers
it
to the first-class cadets.]
To sum up, it was two things.
[One. Protect Vinchen from the remnants of Hellaim.]
[2. Find the treasure that may be hidden in the Francis Art Museum.]
After reading the mission statement, Henna immediately grabbed the sword.
“egg plant.”
“Right now?”
“The treasure can’t be taken away, can it?”
She had no reservations about the mission.
“Do you believe that the grace of the Dragon King really exists?”
“Is that important to the unmanned?”
It didn’t matter if there was a treasure or not.
What mattered to her was that the order had been given to find the treasure.
‘The judgment on the right or wrong of the mission is completely excluded.’
If you think about it a little, you’ll see that it’s a bit of a strange mission.
Henna had no doubts about the mission.
Vincen tried the henna.
“If there was a treasure, I would have found it first in Hellaim. Also, there are warriors of powerful high families everywhere, and the remnants of Hellaim won’t harm me too much.”
“so?”
“Isn’t it a strange mission overall?”
“Unmanned soldiers do not make value judgments about missions.”
she took the lead
“I just do it. Fulfillment or failure, that alone exists.”
Vinchen walked after Henna.
The streets were bustling with marches of the Citizen Revolutionary Corps.
They showed an orderly appearance based on a thorough civic consciousness.
As a side effect of the grace, some people had seizures, but they were quickly subdued.
“Do you know about your sister, Francis Aylom?”
“At least the name.”
“It was a completely new name to me.”
He couldn’t even remember the name ‘Francis Aylom’ written on the letter Selvira sent.
It wasn’t a very important name to Vinchen.
“If you ask 100 unmanned people, all 100 will answer that they don’t know.”
“…”
Henna didn’t answer.
The flow of conversation was cut off, but Vincen did not care.
“But my sister knew. And in the subspace, there was drawing paper and a quill pen. Aren’t you still holding on to your dream?”
“You have a knack for continuing useless talk.”
Vinchen continued.
“I’ve been studying for my mission. Would you like to listen to it?”
I was able to memorize most things after just one day of study.
To be precise, it was not what Vinchen remembered, but what Julian remembered.
“There are rumors that Francis Aylom actually inherited dragon blood. So, there is a saying that the hidden treasure is also called ‘the grace of the dragon king’.”
“Perhaps it is true.”
“Are you familiar with Francis Aylom?”
“no. I do know, however, that he has considerable artistic culture. Since ancient times, dragon people have been known to be deeply versed in the arts.”
Vinchen and Hena arrived in front of the art museum.
The size of the museum was quite large, but there were few people.
The manager was nowhere to be seen.
People paid attention only to the ‘Civil Revolution’ and did not pay attention to the Francis Memorial Hall, which celebrated its 200th anniversary.
So, no event took place.
“It is a structure to enter the museum through the plaza. They say that if you look down from a high place, you can see various patterns.”
“You seem to have studied a lot.”
“Aren’t you curious what shapes they are?”
“It hasn’t been revealed exactly, but they say it embodies the protection of the higher gods.”
“Did you know that there is a pattern that accurately embodies the divine protection among dogs?”
“God of Tsunami.”
Porcedin, the god of tidal waves.
Historically, Porcedin’s name has only appeared a few times.
Nevertheless, Porcedin was classified as a superlative god.
It was because about 200 years ago, the ‘Dragon King’ Abeltan had the protection of Porsdin.
“I heard that Dragon King Abeltan was a positional hero who led the heyday of dragons. How strong would it have been? Were you stronger than your father?”
“He’s already dead, so it’s a meaningless question.”
Vinchen chatted nonstop and walked with Henna.
We arrived at the entrance of the museum.
The manager was still nowhere to be seen.
“It is a place with 200 years of history, but there is no manager. I think I should tell Sir Laurent and tell him to act quickly.”
“…”
I entered the entrance of the museum.
The ceiling of the museum was very high.
The ceiling was made of opaque glass, but it was a structure that received and scattered light from the sky.
“Every year on May 31st. At exactly 12:00 noon, this penetrating sunlight creates a special pattern.”
Coincidentally, today was May 31st.
Since the Francis Art Museum shared its history with Hellaim, the date almost coincided with the Hydes meeting.
“I may see you in a few hours.”
“…”
I looked at the henna with a sidelong glance. Henna didn’t show much reaction.
“Looking at that, Francis seems to be a really great person.”
Vinchen glanced at Henna.
Henna was still expressionless.
“The pattern created by the sunlight is said to be the same as the shape of Porcedin’s protection. Did you know that too?”
“I knew.”
On the walls were displayed paintings 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 drew self-portraits and acquaintances around him, claiming hyperrealism… Oh, there he is. That picture of his mother over there won a prestigious award at the time. What award was that… rail… what was it.”
“Leiltra award.”
“ah! you’re right. It is said that he received the award at the age of eleven. He is the youngest recipient of the award, and in nearly 200 years, that record has never been broken. In my eyes, she seems inferior to her sister.”
Vincen took another look at the henna.
Just then, Henna and I met eyes.
Henna revealed a subtle anger.
“What do you want to say?”
“I’m just explaining the background for the mission.”
Yulian was taken aback by that appearance.
-Oh my God, I think Hena-sister is angry right now?
‘I can see it.’
-Your sister is a doll. You don’t know how to get angry?
‘Where is a person without emotions?’
No one is without emotions.
If you don’t have feelings, it’s only if you don’t know your feelings or you know them but ignore them.
Vincent thought so.
“No matter how much I think about it, I think the portrait my sister drew 10 years ago was better.”
Ten years ago, Henna was 9 years old.
“If only she had submitted, the honor of being the youngest winner must have been taken by my sister.”
“That is not honor.”
At least it was like that in ‘Adenka’.
For the warriors of Adenca, the honor of being awarded the Leiltra Award was not an honor.
Rather, it was only proof that he had neglected martial arts.
“Then how about the Nottleberry Prize?”
As far as Vinchen knew, the most prestigious award in painting was the Nottleberry Award.
The award is given by the Nottleberry family once a year.
“Because I think you can win a Nottleberry Award.”
“It’s like a mosquito buzzing in your ear.”
Vinchen was startled and took two steps back.
“If you don’t want to die from being hit by Ike’s palm, you’ll have to move away a bit.”
“…”
Yulian gradually lost his words.
-It’s not like the older sister I know. You are obviously angry right now.
1st class representative cadet, Hena Adenka.
The woman holding the sword was clearly a ‘doll’.
However, Henna, who visited the Francis Art Museum, was not a ‘doll’.
While she wasn’t even aware of it, she was breaking the doll’s shell and showing her true self little by little.
Vinchen caught up next to Henna again and spoke up.
“From here on, it is said that this is a picture I drew in my mid-teens. Francis recalled that it was during the period when he suffered from writer’s disease.”
I saw colorful and esoteric pictures.
Some consisted only of dots and lines, but I couldn’t tell what was drawn.
“What kind of work is this one with this green dot on it?”
The title of the work was ‘Tears’.
Henna spoke softly without hesitation.
“Someone said that it contained the hope that a drop of tear shed for someone could bring someone back to life.”
“The world of art is so profound.”
“…”
Henna stopped walking.
It was a painting that Francis drew in his mid-twenties.
It was a painting of a man clad in silver armor standing atop numerous corpses.
“It’s a picture of the dragon king, Abeltan. In fact, Francis says he has never seen the Dragon King. It was drawn with pure imagination, but it is said to be very similar to the real dragon king, which surprised people. 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’, the symbol of Adenca.
“At that time, it is said that the Dragon King won a one-on-one duel with the family head of Adenca. It is said that there is a record that the head of the family at the time shed a lot of blood and wet the dragon king’s feet.”
“The dragon people believe so.”
Henna was still expressionless, but the time her gaze stayed on the painting was getting longer.
The environment of the art museum and Vinchen’s continuous questions stimulated and stabbed the dreams that were hidden inside her.
Vinchen and Julian felt that at the same time.
“By the way, sister. You seem to know Yong Ain well.”
“…”
Henna didn’t answer.
She took the lead and stopped in front of a painting.
The entire wall was a single painting.
Henna put her palm on it and raised mana.
“What are you doing?”
At the same time, the wall rotated sideways.
The painting itself was a revolving door.
‘The road to the basement?’
Henna took the lead.
“let’s go.”
“How did you know this way?”
“If there really is a treasure, this is the most likely place.”
“Is this road related to your mission from two years ago?”
It was two years ago when citizens began to divide and actively fight each other.
It coincided with when Henna received the ‘blue jewel’ from Hellaim.
As Henna descended the stairs, she told me about the mission from two years ago.
“…If you go through this passage, there is a closed movement gateway, so you say you made use of it to go to the village of dragons? Hellaim already knew all about that.”
“okay.”
“Two years ago, my sister stole hundreds of dragon eggs.”
“The task assigned to me was to bring the eggs.”
“Isn’t that the egg of dragons!”
Dragons are almost identical to humans.
When angry, scales grow and eyes narrow like reptiles, but basically there is little difference from humans.
However, there was one very big difference, and they were born from eggs.
“Hellaim received the egg from his sister and handed over the blue jewel.”
And he threatened the dragons with the Hellaim eggs.
They imprisoned the warriors, who were dragons, by using their habit of valuing ‘al’ extremely.
Starting with that, Hellaim began ‘research’ by abducting dragons.
“Actually, the research would have been final. The last ingredient must have been Yong Ahin.”
Through him, ‘grace’ was completed, and in the end, it seemed that he had planned to create an army of evil spirits.
Vincent stopped in his seat.
“My sister said that she does not make value judgments about missions.”
“okay.”
“They said there are only two types of missions: complete or fail. But was it really so even then?”
Henna, who read Vincen’s momentum, also stopped.
It was because Vinchen’s momentum was quite intense.
“Be polite. If you were my enemy, you would be dead.”
“You wouldn’t say that you didn’t know that the eggs you’ve been looking for are actually dragon eggs.”
The tone was quite aggressive.
“Many dragons were sacrificed. Citizens split up and began to speak ill of each other and fight. Hating each other, many died and Sir Laurent lost an eye. It may have cost him 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 thrown into chaos. All of these things started after my sister’s mission. Nevertheless, don’t you still make a value judgment? Was Henna Adenka really right at that time?”
Julian did not stop Vincen.
Vinchen’s attitude seemed quite emotional, but in reality, it was because the words were followed by thorough calculation.
