Lady Gemina (2)
Heeheehing –
The clearer the world you have, the clearer the boundaries become.
The boundary of the castle wall surrounded by humans was as clear as the color of the pitch-black grassland.
“…….”
The vividly colored boys and horses were still difficult to mix with other worlds.
Vlad and the pitch black guy just stood below the human border and looked up at the walls of Shoara.
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“Are you here?”
Ramund drank his drink and spoke to the boy coming up the stairs from below.
The only guests at the inn, which is not yet open, are an old man and a boy.
Ramund’s quietly resounding voice was enough to reach the boy, even though he spoke softly.
“Is it somewhat effective?”
“A little bit.”
Vlad answered the old man’s question by licking his mouth with regret.
“I guess that barbarian didn’t tell you any nonsense.”
“Well, the barbarians know best what happens in the grasslands.”
With those words, a red bouquet of flowers was reflected in Ramund’s field of vision as he drank his drink.
Rose.
There was a bunch of flowers in the boy’s hand that looked bright just by looking at them.
“I’m sure I have a taste for horses.”
“They say it moves along.”
On the day he finally returned to Shoara after avoiding the pursuit of the barbarians, Vlad was greatly embarrassed by the pitch-black guy’s rejection.
While Vlad was confused and did not know what to do at the boy’s refusal to enter the castle walls crowded with humans, a barbarian man with a face covered in tattoos smiled and said.
That guy likes red.
He pointed to the red string that tied his hair.
“I didn’t know wild horses followed climbing roses.”
“I guess it’s a method I found out of my own instinct. “It will have to react sensitively to temperature.”
Wild horses live by grazing grass.
That’s why it’s inevitable that you’ll be sensitive to the cold.
Because the frozen plains will offer them nothing.
For these wild horses, the climbing roses that stretch their bodies in response to warm energy are like a signal directly related to survival.
“But it looks like this isn’t enough.”
Vlad carefully placed the bouquet of roses on the table and thought deeply.
“The more red, the better, right?”
“yes.”
“The bigger the better.”
“The large can serve as the small.”
“…It would be perfect if it could also move.”
After finishing speaking, Vlad turned his gaze and looked at the red figure moving diligently below.
A red-haired girl moving around groaning while carrying a blanket bigger than her body.
The most brilliant color of red that Vlad knew was down there.
“That’s enough to call it a rose.”
Ramund, sensing what Vlad was thinking, nodded with a meaningful smile.
“But things don’t seem to be going well these days.”
“That’s how we were originally.”
Looking at the boy who answered as if it was no big deal, Ramund clicked his tongue as if regretful.
Sometimes there are things that are so close that you don’t know how precious they are.
“Where is the relationship like that in the first place? Hey. “It’s just like that.”
However, Vlad’s gaze was still only focused on Jemina’s red hair, and the old man’s lament-like advice did not reach his ears.
“I’ll go.”
A few days later, the pitch-black guy was still standing gloomily outside the castle walls, waiting for the boy, and without him, Vlad would have to live a life of endless cartwheeling once again.
Hoping that the girl who sent him out of Shoara would bring the pitch-black guy in this time, Vlad picked up the bouquet he had put down and walked down the stairs towards Gemina.
Ramund could only click his tongue as he watched Vlad approaching the girl with urgent movements.
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“Jemina.”
“……what.”
Zemina, who was busy preparing the inn that would open soon, raised her eyes in a triangular shape as she saw Vlad blocking her path.
“I’m busy.”
“Listen to me for a moment.”
Despite Vlad’s urgent restraint, Jemina just carried on with her work as if nothing had happened.
Under the fingertips of Jemina, who had been doing chores for a long time, the curtains were back in place and the bed sheets were being organized like a knife.
“I don’t know what you mean, but go tell Lady Alicia that. “Because I’m busy.”
“…….”
Zemina, who was still heartbroken over the handkerchief that came out of Vlad’s arms, just ignored Vlad.
I cut off her hair and went to great lengths to save her life, but all I got back was a handkerchief with another woman’s name engraved on it.
From Jemina’s point of view, it was something to be very upset about.
“I wanted to ask you a favor.”
“I said I was busy. “Can’t you see I’m busy!”
At that moment, Jemina screamed loudly as she saw Vlad who kept blocking her path.
“hey.”
“……what’s this.”
Suddenly, he began to panic as he looked at the red bouquet draped in front of him.
“Help me with this.”
“…Your request is to go and talk to Lady Alicia.”
“no.”
Vlad said with a serious expression while holding a bouquet of flowers.
“This cannot be done except by Lady Gemina.”
“…….”
As Zemina heard the words coming out of Vlad’s mouth, she raised her head and looked at the boy.
A blue-eyed boy giving a bouquet of red flowers.
Amidst the colors that made it difficult to take one’s eyes off of anything, Jemina made an effort to turn her head and answer bluntly.
“…What’s going on?”
It wasn’t because I heard it was Lady Gemina.
Even if he hadn’t said that, Jemina would have listened to Vlad.
“Take this and go somewhere with me.”
Vlad smiled as he watched Jemina’s face turn bright red while holding the bouquet he had given her.
Red hair, red bouquet and blushing face.
The redder the better.
I’m sure he’ll like it at this level.
Thinking like that, Vlad nodded as if he was satisfied.
“That’s all karma. Tsk tsk.”
Ramund, who was leaning on the railing on the fourth floor and sipping a drink, was watching what Vlad was doing, clicking his tongue.
Vlad, who was preoccupied with the situation in front of him, may not have known what he was doing, but Ramund, who was watching with a third person’s eyes, was shocked.
“I guess you’ll figure it out.”
The person who made the flower bloom must take responsibility for it.
And Ramund’s eyes saw a red-hot rose on the face of a girl who was trying to avoid his gaze.
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Josef and Zayar step forward holding the torch given by the guard.
In a dark prison, two men were facing each other with bars in front of them.
Two people standing in front of the bar that separates their worlds.
The shadow created by the torch made Josef’s dark eyes even darker.
“What an honor it is for the city’s mayor to come and see the barbarians.”
“I hope it’s worth it for me to come down here.”
Even though he was laughing inside the bars, Josef said what he wanted to say without being swayed by his provocations.
“I want to know the real reason you followed the horse down.”
Age stroked his chin as he looked into Josef’s eyes, which were deep and deep for his age.
I’ve seen many people who try to show off their coolness or dignity, but I’ve only seen a few people who truly harbor them inside.
However, the mayor of Shoara in front of him had them even though he was of similar age.
“It was because I needed it.”
“I am now asking about that need.”
Jayar, who was holding the torch, frowned at Age’s insincere answer.
“At first, I thought it might be a tradition or ritual of your tribe, but it wasn’t.”
Josef sought advice from people who knew the habits of barbarians, including Ramund.
And they all shook their heads at Josef’s question.
“I heard that for you, using wild horses is rather taboo. Am I right?”
“…….”
Every world has its own area where it can shine the most.
Those with swords are on the battlefield, and those with pickaxes are on the farm.
And wild horses, which can only shine when they run, would be best suited to being on green pastures.
The barbarians were people who respected such principles.
“I came here to break the taboo and ask the real reason why I went beyond the realm of steelworkers and came here to the County of Bayezid.”
After finishing speaking, Josef just looked at Age with his mouth shut as if it was now your turn.
A strange momentum that cannot be denied.
Age looked at Josef in front of him and thought that maybe this person could answer his question.
Because I also had something to ask the people of the empire.
“…I thought about it while I was captured here.”
Looking at Josef’s unwavering gaze, Age, who had been sitting in a comfortable position until now, slowly stood up and approached the bars.
“Maybe it was a good thing that you were captured here.”
Age, who came from the darkness, held on to the bars with both hands and brought his face close to Josef.
A dog that is about to bite doesn’t bark.
I just quietly hold my breath and look for an opportunity.
“There is only one reason why I and my men tried to control the Son of the Plains, even breaking the tribal taboo. “Because we needed the fastest being we know of.”
Josef thought as he looked at Age’s tattoo-filled eyes.
They say it resembles the eyes of an untamed boy.
“What on earth have you done?”
“What does that mean?”
Josef was watching the anger slowly boiling in Age’s eyes.
And that anger was directed not only at himself but at the entire North.
“The dragon is running wild.”
“……?”
While Josef was puzzled by the sudden horse, a wolf in the prairie began to roar inside the bars.
“The dragon that has been calm so far is going crazy!”
Age’s eyes, trapped inside the bars, were burning with anger.
And that anger wasn’t just built up by Age alone.
It was built by all the barbarians who were driven to the periphery by the empire and lived in constant ostracism.
“You’re the highest ranking person here, so you know what I’m talking about.”
Due to the force that Age gave off, Xayar placed his hand on the sword handle.
It was that kind of momentum.
“What did you do with the dragon pieces?”
A wolf in the grassland growling at the leader of humans.
And the one-eyed knight who stepped forward to subdue the wolf.
The dark-eyed man who was sitting motionless between the two was grasping the ominous omens hidden in Age’s words.
The dragon runs wild.
The son of the tribal leader came down in search of a horse to stop the dragon from going crazy, even breaking the taboo.
Even deep into the empire’s territory.
Josef’s pitch black eyes began to sink deeply.
“Bring me the blonde boy who defeated me.”
“The reason is.”
Age, who let out his hot anger, let out a deep sigh and leaned his head against the bars.
“Because the only one who can catch up with the fastest dragon is the Son of the Plains, who inherits divine blood.”
Remnants of the fallen dragon.
Scattered all over the world and existing in various forms, it was sometimes an object of admiration, but also a source of fear.
The perfect dragon’s blood contained a lot of potential.
“It won’t just end in our territory, right?”
“…….”
Two men facing each other under the swaying torchlight.
The two said nothing more in the dark prison.
