37
Estio Volume 2
- Episode 12
Chapter 7 Little Star
The Duke of Heiga was a tile that was ignored by the emperor. It is the best precipitation that the leader of Lubarzan can put, but it is Gyereuk. It's a waste to throw it away, and I'm afraid of its power to use.
So the emperor took only his force and used it as a sword. His childhood, almost abandoned by his master, in a land that was stained with blood and violence and left only in ruins, was quite happy.
'Movin, my lovely star.'
In the past, the only being that Mubin loved has always called him a 'star'. At nights when he was angry because he did not want to sleep, he patted his back with his warm hand and told him old stories.
'Dragon blood runs through your veins.'
'Dragon blood?'
'Yes. Are you curious? It's a gift from a black dragon who is said to be the noblest and most beautiful in the world.'
It was a pretty voice. Her fingertips were white and soft, gently stroking her hair as if she couldn't stand it because she was so adorable. Moobin liked her hands very much.
However, he grunted on purpose so as not to show his liking.
'Lie, my grandfather already said that there are no dragons in this world.'
'Oh, Hikan-sama really did that?'
Carr, she laughed. Hikan was the name of her grandfather. As he looked at him with sullen eyes, the sound of laughter subsided and a hoarse voice continued.
'Certainly all the other dragons may have left. Because this world has become too large and complicated for a dragon to protect.'
'Look at that, after all...'
'But my star, will you remember this?'
'Huh?'
The white, fine fingers that he loved covered his cheeks. Lips that lightly touched his forehead and fell, whispered with affection and warmth.
'It is said that the dragon who gave us blood has not yet completely left the world. The proof is that every child born over a long period of time is our clan, which has more power than ordinary people.'
'Ah, so you're already old and dead, aren't you?'
'Dragon is the guardian of the world. He never grows old or gets sick and dies. did you say He is the noblest and most beautiful man in the world.'
'Really?'
'Yes. You will still be protecting our family from somewhere.'
Mubin, whose eyes were shining brightly, suddenly came to his senses and turned his head, pretending not to be interested. She didn't know that yes she had a blushed face and that her two clenched fists were scarred.
'Sheesh, what is that? We are so weak that we have to be looked after by dragons.'
'Of course, compared to a real dragon, it's insignificant. But we are the only proof that he remains in the world, who we are bravely passing down from generation to generation.'
'...Jeria.'
Her longed-for name flowed out like pollen on a spring day. When their warm eyes met, Mubin's face turned red. She felt ashamed that she seemed to have become a little bit obsessed with old tales. Pretending it wasn't her movie, she rolled her eyes and asked her.
'Um... Well, then, why didn't the dragon leave and still remain?'
In response to the question that Mubin hesitated, Jeria answered with a broad smile.
―Oh, the Black Dragon loved humans very, very much.
* * *
Mubin blinked blankly. The blurry world gradually became clearer. Oh, it's 'that dream' again. Completely awake, he rubbed the corners of his eyes with the palm of his hand. I couldn't get a good night's sleep and my eyes were stinging and screaming.
As Mubin sighed and stood up, a small voice was heard.
"Are you awake?"
"... Were you not sleeping?"
"I just woke up."
He seemed terribly ok with that. Even Moobin still had a fuzzy feeling, but Sumaran was nowhere to be seen in the dark blue eyes staring at him.
Estio, who was sitting across from him, was throwing in one of the ignition stones he had prepared to keep the bonfire from going out.
The damp morning air scrambled to the nape of his neck. Mubin rolled up the blanket that was covering it and looked up at the sky. It was still a dark dawn with the moon and stars twinkling.
"I, um, maybe even talk about sleep while sleeping?"
"No. You slept well without disturbing your breathing."
"okay?"
"Yes."
"really?"
"really."
The way she calmly answered her questions was somewhat similar to the Zeria she had just seen in her dream. Moobin, who had thought about that without thinking, burst out laughing.
'What is the resemblance? Jeria was a gentle and kind woman. Her hair was pink like a spring flower. She said that she was completely different from that expressionless, cold grassy kid.'
Shaking his head as if rebuking himself, he leaned his chin on my knee and glanced at Estio.
"But why are you waking up with me at the same time? Makes me feel a bit sorry."
Despite the grunting voice, Estio held up a poker and nudged the bonfire not to put out the fire.
"It's not just the actual noise I hear."
"Yes?"
"Did you forget? My basic ability is to 'read minds'. So."
The red energy of the bonfire overlapped over Estio's dark blue eyes. Moobin, who had a somewhat eerie feeling, reflexively suppressed the boiling life.
"If you have a dream that is derived from a strong image, it often comes in forcibly, even if you don't want it."
"her."
"Just like ordinary people hearing loud noises next to them and waking them up aurally."
That expression was actually a little lacking. In the case of Estio, it's not just about waking up, the other person's dreams are often transferred. If you were dragged into someone else's dream while you were sleeping, it was very uncomfortable, like an uninvited guest who sneaked into an uninvited house. At first, I didn't even know it was someone else's dream, so I wandered around or interrupted in the process and completely ruined it.
For that reason, he had an experience of being strongly hated by his brothers Teriot and Rosette when he was young, and since then, the moment he falls asleep, he has the thought of 'I am in a dream now' and turned all dreams into lucid dreams.
It was a kind of dream skill that he had learned desperately to avoid making a mistake again.
"Dreams are flowing..."
Moobin looked down at the bonfire and muttered, then looked up.
"Then have you seen it all?"
"......"
"Jeria too."
The playfulness that was covered with a mask on his face was still there, but Estio realized that there was a sense of urgency in it.
"She was a beautiful and wise mother."
"Ahh."
Mubin scratched his head and grinned.
"That's right. Jeria, my mother was a wise man. Unlike me."
And now there is no world. The only remaining Heiga's blood relatives were Mubin and himself. He looked up blankly at the stars that embroidered the sky.
Just before departure, he improvised a schedule to circle Hei as if inspecting the territory. Today was the first day.
When he left the castle he was always locked in, he felt a strange sense of liberation and fatigue that covered his eyelids at the same time.
"Aren't you going to sleep more?"
"I have insomnia. I slept a lot."
It had been less than an hour since I closed my eyes after tossing and turning in the dark for a while. My body was slowly getting exhausted and sending warning signals, but once I woke up from the dream, I couldn't go back to sleep.
For Moobin, the dream of her mother, Jeria, was a sweet rest and a terrible nightmare at the same time.
He suffered from that honey nightmare for ten years. It was rather fortunate to wake up with only such good memories. The dream is played randomly from a happy childhood to the vivid scene where all of Heiga's blood and blood is slaughtered except him.
The nightmare always came when I closed my eyes, and the symptoms eventually led to insomnia. Only holding on with his physical abilities superior to others, Moobin Heiga had already reached his limit both mentally and physically.
'The only thing that doesn't go crazy is because I got the dragon's blood.'
He hid his insides with a smile as light as a feather.
"Hey, you're showing me the memories of the past. It's in my head, but it's a really boring dream."
"okay."
"......"
I said this as a joke, but seeing Estio affirming it with a serious face, something made me cry. She narrowed her eyes and pretended not to be Mubin, and she began to protest.
"Hmm. It's because it's a dream I see every day, but there must be quite a few interesting scenes for strangers to see?"
"An interesting scene?"
"Yeah. For example, was Jeria a great beauty?"
It was definitely pretty. Although the Duke Hei had a decent appearance, his mother boasted a great off-white color even in the family at the time. Even the innocent and gentle atmosphere, in some ways, did not resemble him at all. Mubin, noticing the gaze here, added, flutteringly waving her hand.
"Oh, not my biological mother. Jeria was my father's second wife."
"......"
He spoke so casually that Estio missed the time to stop answering. When he was silent, Mubin giggled and spoke again.
"Of course I consider Jeria to be a real mother. I heard that her mother died shortly after giving birth to me."
"okay."
Estio nodded his head. He was a person who thought blood was not very important in his family relationships.
Just like he doesn't think he's a family just because he's blood from his parents and siblings.
Sympathy and incomprehension, nothing floated on the dark blue surface. As Estio reacted indifferently, Mubin was able to talk more comfortably.
"Jeria called me her star."
Each time he had a nightmare, it felt like a deep, deep sense of guilt was creeping up his spinal cord. A thorny feeling of guilt kept stabbing his throat, a tingling sensation.
"I didn't give her anything back. Not even her life."
"Your mother has protected you."
"There was a monster invasion."
After checking in on the outstanding qualities of Mubin Heiga, the emperor sent his family to a devastated estate full of monsters. His father and grandfather were exceptional warriors, able to withstand years of that hellish territory, but with variables.
Monsters formed a corps like a human nation and invaded at once. The Heiga clan was helpless by the monsters who raised their claws one day at a time as if they had received an order from someone.
"Then they all died."
Except for me. Mubin smiled at this. For a while she only heard the sound of a bonfire burning.
"If the Black Dragon still exists in this world..."
Still smiling, Mubin lay on his back. The leaves and the soil were entangled in a lot of dirt, creating a lot of dust. Mubin, covered in the dust, spoke slowly.
"I just wanted to ask you one thing."
"......"
"What am I supposed to protect now?"
37
Estio Volume 2
- Episode 12
Chapter 7 Little Star
The Duke of Heiga was a tile that was ignored by the emperor. It is the best precipitation that the leader of Lubarzan can put, but it is Gyereuk. It's a waste to throw it away, and I'm afraid of its power to use.
So the emperor took only his force and used it as a sword. His childhood, almost abandoned by his master, in a land that was stained with blood and violence and left only in ruins, was quite happy.
'Movin, my lovely star.'
In the past, the only being that Mubin loved has always called him a 'star'. At nights when he was angry because he did not want to sleep, he patted his back with his warm hand and told him old stories.
'Dragon blood runs through your veins.'
'Dragon blood?'
'Yes. Are you curious? It's a gift from a black dragon who is said to be the noblest and most beautiful in the world.'
It was a pretty voice. Her fingertips were white and soft, gently stroking her hair as if she couldn't stand it because she was so adorable. Moobin liked her hands very much.
However, he grunted on purpose so as not to show his liking.
'Lie, my grandfather already said that there are no dragons in this world.'
'Oh, Hikan-sama really did that?'
Carr, she laughed. Hikan was the name of her grandfather. As he looked at him with sullen eyes, the sound of laughter subsided and a hoarse voice continued.
'Certainly all the other dragons may have left. Because this world has become too large and complicated for a dragon to protect.'
'Look at that, after all...'
'But my star, will you remember this?'
'Huh?'
The white, fine fingers that he loved covered his cheeks. Lips that lightly touched his forehead and fell, whispered with affection and warmth.
'It is said that the dragon who gave us blood has not yet completely left the world. The proof is that every child born over a long period of time is our clan, which has more power than ordinary people.'
'Ah, so you're already old and dead, aren't you?'
'Dragon is the guardian of the world. He never grows old or gets sick and dies. did you say He is the noblest and most beautiful man in the world.'
'Really?'
'Yes. You will still be protecting our family from somewhere.'
Mubin, whose eyes were shining brightly, suddenly came to his senses and turned his head, pretending not to be interested. She didn't know that yes she had a blushed face and that her two clenched fists were scarred.
'Sheesh, what is that? We are so weak that we have to be looked after by dragons.'
'Of course, compared to a real dragon, it's insignificant. But we are the only proof that he remains in the world, who we are bravely passing down from generation to generation.'
'...Jeria.'
Her longed-for name flowed out like pollen on a spring day. When their warm eyes met, Mubin's face turned red. She felt ashamed that she seemed to have become a little bit obsessed with old tales. Pretending it wasn't her movie, she rolled her eyes and asked her.
'Um... Well, then, why didn't the dragon leave and still remain?'
In response to the question that Mubin hesitated, Jeria answered with a broad smile.
―Oh, the Black Dragon loved humans very, very much.
* * *
Mubin blinked blankly. The blurry world gradually became clearer. Oh, it's 'that dream' again. Completely awake, he rubbed the corners of his eyes with the palm of his hand. I couldn't get a good night's sleep and my eyes were stinging and screaming.
As Mubin sighed and stood up, a small voice was heard.
"Are you awake?"
"... Were you not sleeping?"
"I just woke up."
He seemed terribly ok with that. Even Moobin still had a fuzzy feeling, but Sumaran was nowhere to be seen in the dark blue eyes staring at him.
Estio, who was sitting across from him, was throwing in one of the ignition stones he had prepared to keep the bonfire from going out.
The damp morning air scrambled to the nape of his neck. Mubin rolled up the blanket that was covering it and looked up at the sky. It was still a dark dawn with the moon and stars twinkling.
"I, um, maybe even talk about sleep while sleeping?"
"No. You slept well without disturbing your breathing."
"okay?"
"Yes."
"really?"
"really."
The way she calmly answered her questions was somewhat similar to the Zeria she had just seen in her dream. Moobin, who had thought about that without thinking, burst out laughing.
'What is the resemblance? Jeria was a gentle and kind woman. Her hair was pink like a spring flower. She said that she was completely different from that expressionless, cold grassy kid.'
Shaking his head as if rebuking himself, he leaned his chin on my knee and glanced at Estio.
"But why are you waking up with me at the same time? Makes me feel a bit sorry."
Despite the grunting voice, Estio held up a poker and nudged the bonfire not to put out the fire.
"It's not just the actual noise I hear."
"Yes?"
"Did you forget? My basic ability is to 'read minds'. So."
The red energy of the bonfire overlapped over Estio's dark blue eyes. Moobin, who had a somewhat eerie feeling, reflexively suppressed the boiling life.
"If you have a dream that is derived from a strong image, it often comes in forcibly, even if you don't want it."
"her."
"Just like ordinary people hearing loud noises next to them and waking them up aurally."
That expression was actually a little lacking. In the case of Estio, it's not just about waking up, the other person's dreams are often transferred. If you were dragged into someone else's dream while you were sleeping, it was very uncomfortable, like an uninvited guest who sneaked into an uninvited house. At first, I didn't even know it was someone else's dream, so I wandered around or interrupted in the process and completely ruined it.
For that reason, he had an experience of being strongly hated by his brothers Teriot and Rosette when he was young, and since then, the moment he falls asleep, he has the thought of 'I am in a dream now' and turned all dreams into lucid dreams.
It was a kind of dream skill that he had learned desperately to avoid making a mistake again.
"Dreams are flowing..."
Moobin looked down at the bonfire and muttered, then looked up.
"Then have you seen it all?"
"......"
"Jeria too."
The playfulness that was covered with a mask on his face was still there, but Estio realized that there was a sense of urgency in it.
"She was a beautiful and wise mother."
"Ahh."
Mubin scratched his head and grinned.
"That's right. Jeria, my mother was a wise man. Unlike me."
And now there is no world. The only remaining Heiga's blood relatives were Mubin and himself. He looked up blankly at the stars that embroidered the sky.
Just before departure, he improvised a schedule to circle Hei as if inspecting the territory. Today was the first day.
When he left the castle he was always locked in, he felt a strange sense of liberation and fatigue that covered his eyelids at the same time.
"Aren't you going to sleep more?"
"I have insomnia. I slept a lot."
It had been less than an hour since I closed my eyes after tossing and turning in the dark for a while. My body was slowly getting exhausted and sending warning signals, but once I woke up from the dream, I couldn't go back to sleep.
For Moobin, the dream of her mother, Jeria, was a sweet rest and a terrible nightmare at the same time.
He suffered from that honey nightmare for ten years. It was rather fortunate to wake up with only such good memories. The dream is played randomly from a happy childhood to the vivid scene where all of Heiga's blood and blood is slaughtered except him.
The nightmare always came when I closed my eyes, and the symptoms eventually led to insomnia. Only holding on with his physical abilities superior to others, Moobin Heiga had already reached his limit both mentally and physically.
'The only thing that doesn't go crazy is because I got the dragon's blood.'
He hid his insides with a smile as light as a feather.
"Hey, you're showing me the memories of the past. It's in my head, but it's a really boring dream."
"okay."
"......"
I said this as a joke, but seeing Estio affirming it with a serious face, something made me cry. She narrowed her eyes and pretended not to be Mubin, and she began to protest.
"Hmm. It's because it's a dream I see every day, but there must be quite a few interesting scenes for strangers to see?"
"An interesting scene?"
"Yeah. For example, was Jeria a great beauty?"
It was definitely pretty. Although the Duke Hei had a decent appearance, his mother boasted a great off-white color even in the family at the time. Even the innocent and gentle atmosphere, in some ways, did not resemble him at all. Mubin, noticing the gaze here, added, flutteringly waving her hand.
"Oh, not my biological mother. Jeria was my father's second wife."
"......"
He spoke so casually that Estio missed the time to stop answering. When he was silent, Mubin giggled and spoke again.
"Of course I consider Jeria to be a real mother. I heard that her mother died shortly after giving birth to me."
"okay."
Estio nodded his head. He was a person who thought blood was not very important in his family relationships.
Just like he doesn't think he's a family just because he's blood from his parents and siblings.
Sympathy and incomprehension, nothing floated on the dark blue surface. As Estio reacted indifferently, Mubin was able to talk more comfortably.
"Jeria called me her star."
Each time he had a nightmare, it felt like a deep, deep sense of guilt was creeping up his spinal cord. A thorny feeling of guilt kept stabbing his throat, a tingling sensation.
"I didn't give her anything back. Not even her life."
"Your mother has protected you."
"There was a monster invasion."
After checking in on the outstanding qualities of Mubin Heiga, the emperor sent his family to a devastated estate full of monsters. His father and grandfather were exceptional warriors, able to withstand years of that hellish territory, but with variables.
Monsters formed a corps like a human nation and invaded at once. The Heiga clan was helpless by the monsters who raised their claws one day at a time as if they had received an order from someone.
"Then they all died."
Except for me. Mubin smiled at this. For a while she only heard the sound of a bonfire burning.
"If the Black Dragon still exists in this world..."
Still smiling, Mubin lay on his back. The leaves and the soil were entangled in a lot of dirt, creating a lot of dust. Mubin, covered in the dust, spoke slowly.
"I just wanted to ask you one thing."
"......"
"What am I supposed to protect now?"
