Estio Volume 8
- Episode 8
"Koo-woong. Do you read the newspaper again?"
"I made a regular request to the guild to send it once a week. I have to check these things so that I can deal with any requests later."
If you were familiar with the large and small incidents occurring inside and outside the country in advance, you could respond more actively in the commissioning process. In particular, the information that Parker gave as a member of the leader support team to Estio, who was dark in the world, was often helpful. Parker worked diligently on the same routine so as not to miss a single little thing.
"Hehe. Still, it's nice that it's peaceful these days. It's war, I thought what would happen to the country when there was a riot, but now the war is over... Huh?"
"Why?"
Neju looked at Parker, who suddenly had his horse's waist cut off, with a suspicious look. But Parker wasn't in the mood to answer that.
"Oh my God! What is this!"
"What?"
Parker opened his eyes wide and rubbed his fingers with his fingers as I must have misread.
"Really? No, no matter how big the war, how could this happen?"
"Didn't you say the territorial war was over a month ago?"
"Yes, yes, I did. But that's not the problem."
"What else happened?"
Parker, whose complexion had turned white, jumped up from his seat. The chapel, which was pushed back with a rattling sound, tilted crookedly.
Parker hurriedly took off the hat on his head and tucked it into his side. Then he knelt on the floor with a sad face. It was the attitude that any citizen of the Rubarzan Empire should take wherever they were as soon as they heard the news.
The eyes of the apprentice priests, who were chattering about faith tests and everything, suddenly turned to him, who was kneeling. The cactus also jumped up and sniffed at Parker's dark face.
"Eh. Isn't that a courtesy to the dead? Did anyone around you die?"
The apprentice priests, who were exchanging the same guess, all at once drew attention to the crumpled newspaper. It was so crumpled that it was difficult to read the letters, but it was impossible to know without knowing as much as the large gold and silver sentences.
"no way......."
It was the moment when a priest, whose complexion was as pale as Parker's, was about to get rid of his anxiety-filled luck.
"Brothers! Gather in the Central Temple's Grand Chapel immediately!"
A young boy priest, who had just come running, slammed the door open and announced in a loud voice. A sigh erupted from among the apprentice priests, noticing the care and sorrow that spread across the child's face.
"......Ahh."
There were only two cases in which priests gathered in the central temple, and also in the main chapel. One was the ceremony of ceremonies that the Pope personally gave to children of nobles before the age of 15, but at this time, apprentice priests were not invited. Only high priests are entitled to set foot as observers of the Jin Myung Ceremony.
So this time was the rest.
"Sleep in peace, Your Majesty the Crown Prince."
Just before the apprentice priests left their seats, they drew their surnames to express their condolences.
One snowy winter day in the new year, when the cold has not yet gone. His death was announced before Crown Prince Luce O. Luvarzan Ardikion, the monarch just ready to grow, had even begun to bloom.
* * *
"...I'm getting annoyed."
At the same time, Shuhanan kicked his tongue while wearing a formal robe. As he put on the pallium he had taken off on the white robe, the ruby decoration on it shone like the sun and settled down.
I made him practice every single thing he learned without saying much today, and he watched him warmly, and then S.T.O looked at him with a questioning look as he was suddenly preparing to go out.
"No, you are a foolish power struggle between humans you don't care about."
'The fight for power.'
However, Estio also knew one place where the expression would fit.
"Is it an imperial matter?"
Shuhanan stopped while fixing the coffin on his head.
"Yes, the Imperial Family of the Ruvarzan Empire. Have you ever been deeply involved with them?"
"......"
This time, it was Estio's turn to hesitate. He had only once helped Princess Marisa. As a guild member, she received a request and simply read the hearts of a few people as her princess told her. As soon as his request was completed, Estio returned to the headquarters after refusing Princess Marisa's request to be with him. Therefore, it could not be said that the Lubarzan imperial family and Estio were closely related.
'I wish I was doing well.'
However, Estio personally believed in the human affection shown by a silver-haired princess named 'Marisa'. Instead of throwing her body away at her tactic to target her princess, she was so amazed to see the plants that had become ashes, I still remember the tears she shed in her garden. It was the first warm sadness that Estio, who thought sadness was a cold and negative emotion, faced.
"I once received a request from Princess Marisa."
"Right."
Shuhanan did not ask any further questions to Estio, who gave a brief answer.
"The emperor's successor has changed."
Instead, I briefly told the story I received this morning.
"It is said that Crown Prince Luce died two days ago due to worsening wounds suffered during the war."
There was not a single ray of mourning for the Pope, who was talking about the death of the Crown Prince. He was a dragon resenting humans, so it would be nice if he didn't welcome him. Shuhanan dealt with the imperial family's major events with a dry face that did not show any emotions.
"Therefore, the seal of succession has been transferred to the first princess you know, Marisa S. Lubarjan Arconia."
"......okay."
Estio also responded calmly. Suddenly, Princess Marisa's clear smile came to her mind.
'Are you happy?'
I just thought I didn't know. Perhaps the prince's death was not simply due to injuries sustained during the war. Or, the culprit that caused the injury might be among his allies, not the enemy. There must be a reason why the 5th Prince Girsh and the other brothers, who meekly gave up their ambitions for their sister, are holding their breath in this situation.
The silver woman, who was well matched with the yellow freesia bouquet, is now the heir to the emperor. Estio, who had a hard time imagining what kind of face she was making, lowered her eyes slightly.
'But..., is it wrong to think that it is fortunate that the princess survived this battle.'
I've heard that power struggles are common among the prince's children, and he knew that this war actually happened because of it. Even so, as soon as I heard the news that someone had died, my first thought was relief, not mourning. Estio got a little confused.
And Shuhanan, who had been staring at Estio in thought for a moment, approached him and patted his head.
"Don't worry. The Crown Prince has lost the battle, so there will be no danger to your loved ones."
"Ah."
"If you care, I will give the first princess a blessing in honor of abundance during this ceremony."
So it wasn't that he wasn't in a good mood, but Estio nodded his head as his father's heart, who quickly noticed and tried to comfort him somehow, was transmitted.
"Yes, thank you."
"And this."
Shuhanan stroked his hair as if praising a child and hung up a necklace at some point in time.
"It's a gift."
Shuhanan lowered his hand and asked for a definite answer in a locked voice before leaving.
"Come back soon. Maybe three days at the latest will be enough. Would you like to wait here with your colleagues in the meantime?"
Estio looked up at his swaying golden eyes, and it was not difficult to tell that he was anxious. He was originally supposed to have moved as soon as he heard the news. It was out of fear that Shuhanan stayed by Estio's side for a month until he abandoned his duties as pope.
Shuhanan was scared now. As if if I turned around like this, Estio would leave forever, like Loareen, to a place where she couldn't find it.
Estio, who calmly calmed down the fear that seeped in like an overflowing river, nodded her head.
"I'll wait."
"There are many eyes and ears in the papal palace, so it is safe, but if someone tempts you with a plausible coax rumor, never follow it."
It was the tone of a child who told me not to follow people I didn't know. Estio felt the need to give a more specific answer and shook his head.
"I don't want to run away from here. I want to go back to the guild and do what I can for myself."
It was a broken answer, so Shuhanan turned around without expressing any further concern.
"Shuhanan."
"......"
"father."
"Yeah, sweetheart."
Shuhanan's obsession with specific titles continued even after a month had passed. It was still awkward for Estio to call him father, but when he called him by name, he did not respond in this way, so he had no choice but to give up on his stubbornness.
"How long do you work at the temple?"
temple work. That is, it was a question about the seat of the Pope. Shuhanan's original purpose as Pope was to find traces of Loaren and destroy the world.
But now that the above purposes had been abandoned, there was no reason to continue to bear the burden of the Pope in the temple. Even this time, he was on his way to an imperial funeral for those in mourning. When Estio pinpointed the part, Shuhanan was silent for a moment, then moved on again.
"I also came here to do what I can, and this is how I got you back."
profit.
The door to the old chapel opened with a noise. Shuhanan, who pushed the door all the way out, slowly stepped out and answered the question.
"Until the day you return to the dragon realm, I will be with you in any form."
For Hwangryong, the seat of the Pope is a façade that he can put down at any time. The reason Shuhanan attended the Crown Prince's funeral quietly was not to fulfill his duties as a pope. The pope was merely a means to take care of my son, who, by the halo of God, would be mingled among the people.
"Estio."
widely.
The door closed gently. The sunlight that was pouring through the gap in the door disappeared, and Estio was left alone in the empty chapel where the torch was burning.
'Why are you doing this to me?'
The real question that I couldn't get out of my head lingered in my throat. Affection without asking for anything in return was too unfamiliar to Estio. Although he was somewhat compulsive, the attention and affection poured out during his stay in Elysium was obviously excessive.
He learned a lot of knowledge, starting with how to deal with magic, but Shuhanan did not tell him his story. As a result, they were only rich by name, but time passed without knowing each other well.
Estio, who had been nailed down for a moment, picked up the present that Shuhanan had hung around his neck a while ago.
Estio Volume 8
- Episode 8
"Koo-woong. Do you read the newspaper again?"
"I made a regular request to the guild to send it once a week. I have to check these things so that I can deal with any requests later."
If you were familiar with the large and small incidents occurring inside and outside the country in advance, you could respond more actively in the commissioning process. In particular, the information that Parker gave as a member of the leader support team to Estio, who was dark in the world, was often helpful. Parker worked diligently on the same routine so as not to miss a single little thing.
"Hehe. Still, it's nice that it's peaceful these days. It's war, I thought what would happen to the country when there was a riot, but now the war is over... Huh?"
"Why?"
Neju looked at Parker, who suddenly had his horse's waist cut off, with a suspicious look. But Parker wasn't in the mood to answer that.
"Oh my God! What is this!"
"What?"
Parker opened his eyes wide and rubbed his fingers with his fingers as I must have misread.
"Really? No, no matter how big the war, how could this happen?"
"Didn't you say the territorial war was over a month ago?"
"Yes, yes, I did. But that's not the problem."
"What else happened?"
Parker, whose complexion had turned white, jumped up from his seat. The chapel, which was pushed back with a rattling sound, tilted crookedly.
Parker hurriedly took off the hat on his head and tucked it into his side. Then he knelt on the floor with a sad face. It was the attitude that any citizen of the Rubarzan Empire should take wherever they were as soon as they heard the news.
The eyes of the apprentice priests, who were chattering about faith tests and everything, suddenly turned to him, who was kneeling. The cactus also jumped up and sniffed at Parker's dark face.
"Eh. Isn't that a courtesy to the dead? Did anyone around you die?"
The apprentice priests, who were exchanging the same guess, all at once drew attention to the crumpled newspaper. It was so crumpled that it was difficult to read the letters, but it was impossible to know without knowing as much as the large gold and silver sentences.
"no way......."
It was the moment when a priest, whose complexion was as pale as Parker's, was about to get rid of his anxiety-filled luck.
"Brothers! Gather in the Central Temple's Grand Chapel immediately!"
A young boy priest, who had just come running, slammed the door open and announced in a loud voice. A sigh erupted from among the apprentice priests, noticing the care and sorrow that spread across the child's face.
"......Ahh."
There were only two cases in which priests gathered in the central temple, and also in the main chapel. One was the ceremony of ceremonies that the Pope personally gave to children of nobles before the age of 15, but at this time, apprentice priests were not invited. Only high priests are entitled to set foot as observers of the Jin Myung Ceremony.
So this time was the rest.
"Sleep in peace, Your Majesty the Crown Prince."
Just before the apprentice priests left their seats, they drew their surnames to express their condolences.
One snowy winter day in the new year, when the cold has not yet gone. His death was announced before Crown Prince Luce O. Luvarzan Ardikion, the monarch just ready to grow, had even begun to bloom.
* * *
"...I'm getting annoyed."
At the same time, Shuhanan kicked his tongue while wearing a formal robe. As he put on the pallium he had taken off on the white robe, the ruby decoration on it shone like the sun and settled down.
I made him practice every single thing he learned without saying much today, and he watched him warmly, and then S.T.O looked at him with a questioning look as he was suddenly preparing to go out.
"No, you are a foolish power struggle between humans you don't care about."
'The fight for power.'
However, Estio also knew one place where the expression would fit.
"Is it an imperial matter?"
Shuhanan stopped while fixing the coffin on his head.
"Yes, the Imperial Family of the Ruvarzan Empire. Have you ever been deeply involved with them?"
"......"
This time, it was Estio's turn to hesitate. He had only once helped Princess Marisa. As a guild member, she received a request and simply read the hearts of a few people as her princess told her. As soon as his request was completed, Estio returned to the headquarters after refusing Princess Marisa's request to be with him. Therefore, it could not be said that the Lubarzan imperial family and Estio were closely related.
'I wish I was doing well.'
However, Estio personally believed in the human affection shown by a silver-haired princess named 'Marisa'. Instead of throwing her body away at her tactic to target her princess, she was so amazed to see the plants that had become ashes, I still remember the tears she shed in her garden. It was the first warm sadness that Estio, who thought sadness was a cold and negative emotion, faced.
"I once received a request from Princess Marisa."
"Right."
Shuhanan did not ask any further questions to Estio, who gave a brief answer.
"The emperor's successor has changed."
Instead, I briefly told the story I received this morning.
"It is said that Crown Prince Luce died two days ago due to worsening wounds suffered during the war."
There was not a single ray of mourning for the Pope, who was talking about the death of the Crown Prince. He was a dragon resenting humans, so it would be nice if he didn't welcome him. Shuhanan dealt with the imperial family's major events with a dry face that did not show any emotions.
"Therefore, the seal of succession has been transferred to the first princess you know, Marisa S. Lubarjan Arconia."
"......okay."
Estio also responded calmly. Suddenly, Princess Marisa's clear smile came to her mind.
'Are you happy?'
I just thought I didn't know. Perhaps the prince's death was not simply due to injuries sustained during the war. Or, the culprit that caused the injury might be among his allies, not the enemy. There must be a reason why the 5th Prince Girsh and the other brothers, who meekly gave up their ambitions for their sister, are holding their breath in this situation.
The silver woman, who was well matched with the yellow freesia bouquet, is now the heir to the emperor. Estio, who had a hard time imagining what kind of face she was making, lowered her eyes slightly.
'But..., is it wrong to think that it is fortunate that the princess survived this battle.'
I've heard that power struggles are common among the prince's children, and he knew that this war actually happened because of it. Even so, as soon as I heard the news that someone had died, my first thought was relief, not mourning. Estio got a little confused.
And Shuhanan, who had been staring at Estio in thought for a moment, approached him and patted his head.
"Don't worry. The Crown Prince has lost the battle, so there will be no danger to your loved ones."
"Ah."
"If you care, I will give the first princess a blessing in honor of abundance during this ceremony."
So it wasn't that he wasn't in a good mood, but Estio nodded his head as his father's heart, who quickly noticed and tried to comfort him somehow, was transmitted.
"Yes, thank you."
"And this."
Shuhanan stroked his hair as if praising a child and hung up a necklace at some point in time.
"It's a gift."
Shuhanan lowered his hand and asked for a definite answer in a locked voice before leaving.
"Come back soon. Maybe three days at the latest will be enough. Would you like to wait here with your colleagues in the meantime?"
Estio looked up at his swaying golden eyes, and it was not difficult to tell that he was anxious. He was originally supposed to have moved as soon as he heard the news. It was out of fear that Shuhanan stayed by Estio's side for a month until he abandoned his duties as pope.
Shuhanan was scared now. As if if I turned around like this, Estio would leave forever, like Loareen, to a place where she couldn't find it.
Estio, who calmly calmed down the fear that seeped in like an overflowing river, nodded her head.
"I'll wait."
"There are many eyes and ears in the papal palace, so it is safe, but if someone tempts you with a plausible coax rumor, never follow it."
It was the tone of a child who told me not to follow people I didn't know. Estio felt the need to give a more specific answer and shook his head.
"I don't want to run away from here. I want to go back to the guild and do what I can for myself."
It was a broken answer, so Shuhanan turned around without expressing any further concern.
"Shuhanan."
"......"
"father."
"Yeah, sweetheart."
Shuhanan's obsession with specific titles continued even after a month had passed. It was still awkward for Estio to call him father, but when he called him by name, he did not respond in this way, so he had no choice but to give up on his stubbornness.
"How long do you work at the temple?"
temple work. That is, it was a question about the seat of the Pope. Shuhanan's original purpose as Pope was to find traces of Loaren and destroy the world.
But now that the above purposes had been abandoned, there was no reason to continue to bear the burden of the Pope in the temple. Even this time, he was on his way to an imperial funeral for those in mourning. When Estio pinpointed the part, Shuhanan was silent for a moment, then moved on again.
"I also came here to do what I can, and this is how I got you back."
profit.
The door to the old chapel opened with a noise. Shuhanan, who pushed the door all the way out, slowly stepped out and answered the question.
"Until the day you return to the dragon realm, I will be with you in any form."
For Hwangryong, the seat of the Pope is a façade that he can put down at any time. The reason Shuhanan attended the Crown Prince's funeral quietly was not to fulfill his duties as a pope. The pope was merely a means to take care of my son, who, by the halo of God, would be mingled among the people.
"Estio."
widely.
The door closed gently. The sunlight that was pouring through the gap in the door disappeared, and Estio was left alone in the empty chapel where the torch was burning.
'Why are you doing this to me?'
The real question that I couldn't get out of my head lingered in my throat. Affection without asking for anything in return was too unfamiliar to Estio. Although he was somewhat compulsive, the attention and affection poured out during his stay in Elysium was obviously excessive.
He learned a lot of knowledge, starting with how to deal with magic, but Shuhanan did not tell him his story. As a result, they were only rich by name, but time passed without knowing each other well.
Estio, who had been nailed down for a moment, picked up the present that Shuhanan had hung around his neck a while ago.
