Ashes and Kingdoms

"Oh. You."

He says he's an old friend I haven't seen in a long time, but he's as innocent as ever. Valt stood at the door of the room, frightened and raised his eyebrows.

"Can't you be any happier?

I wonder if the neighborhood's wildcats would be more than welcome to visit. If I said that, I'd be able to throw dried food in my face.

You've come well, it's been a long time on the contrary, without even checking the facts, and Plast is somewhat silent. Not in a hurry. After I finished writing to the end, I put my pen down and looked up. And just look at him and show him the chair opposite him and urge him to sit down.

Valt said with a bitter laugh, lowering his back and looking around the room.

"The men are in trouble too, if only in a few words to guess the Commander's intentions. You're doing great? I was a archer in a country village, and you didn't have the experience of a captain."

Serious apprehension and mild misgivings responded to half the questions, and Plast replied "Fair enough". That doesn't last long. Valt, who was supposed to be used to this man's oligarchy, was also uncomfortable after the first time in years and wandered over the chair looking uncomfortable.

Prast asked me if I cared for him like that uncommonly.

I heard you brought your wife.

"Whoa, oh, now I'm just getting beat up by the Dragon Marquis and the people around me. Looks like you're just so tired of bringing your baby here, I'm giving him a break. Come check it out later, daughters are cute."

To Valt, who was overtly fatty, Plast said, "Well?" again. The pride and curse are unworthy. Valt looked up to heaven in remembrance.

"Really, you're the same, you are. It hasn't changed a bit for a long time. Even when me and Doratis are laughing so hard... no, I used to tickle you because I wanted to roll you."

Reminds me of a childhood joke and laughs small. I've already forgotten what kind of story it came from, but three or four of us, one of us who was always stuck, pulled the plast back on the grass, attacked the flanks, neck and all over it and tried to make it laugh.

"That was painful"

Boosh and Plast roared. At that time, in the end, he just let Zezeheehee breathe out with his bright red face, and he finally didn't make the same laugh the bad boys expected.

"It's a kid's joke, well, I'm sorry"

With his neck clasped, he now apologized, and Valt looked far away. The time lapses between the two of us, slowly winding back. Every day I played muddy, beside the fields and the care of the livestock, without thinking about the future. The water sounds of the Ferre River, the grass in summer, and the blue sky stretching across the thatched roof. Everything is vivid, and it rises with the smell even though I am on the spot right now.

During the bundle, Valt, who was stuck in his memory, shook his head back at me.

"Oh man, we're old enough to remember as clearly as we used to"

…………

Plast treated subtly 'each other', but I don't dare protest. In fact, it's the same age, and now that the forties are coming to an end, denial doesn't start.

He pinched the silence for a while, and Valt sighed deeply.

"Tetna."

A monologue with many thoughts.

Various views burned in memory, the village where I spent the majority of my life. But now it doesn't exist anymore. Valt nodded and bit his lip.

"Do you want to go check it out"

Plast whispered. Whether it's solitary or inquiry, in such a voice that I don't know for sure. So Valt, too, did a small trick of denial with very little neck movement.

It's a pain in the ass to stretch your legs south, even though you're tired of a long journey from the east to here, but even if you say it's closer than that. I even have a wife and a baby, I can't go away unplanned.

Forced to contain chest pain as I excuse myself in my head.

After a while he managed to quiet the inner storm, he snapped with a spicy grin of self-derision.

"You and Mac are strong. It's a big deal."

No reply. The silence was appreciated.

- Once in Winnea, when they asked me what I would do in the spring and when I left. He made the unconscious, reflexive, choice not to go north.

(Oh yes, I admit, I didn't want to see Tetna)

Happy childhood, youth who fell in love with their first wife, every day rough with blood and vengeance. All of it, I threw it down before the darkness and ran away. That's what the troops decided, there's no reason to obsess with Tetna, who has no family, no more vengeance, say that and cheat yourself.

He didn't have the courage to step into his hometown now. There were moments when I would be vain as to what I was doing in a place like this as I dawned on construction in Vertia, but still, I never thought about going back to Tetna.

Maybe I won't ever visit that village again. Even if it is rebuilt in the future, with thatched roof houses lined up as they used to, fields spreading, cattle and sheep eating grass, and familiar scenery resurrected.

Valt shook his head vigorously to dispel his depression and regained his mind.

"Either way, it's all over now, the house is mine. I don't have time to look back on the old days. I can't wait to be busy every day with my baby."

He was a cheerful voice, but Plast still didn't say anything. Right, I just nodded. There is no disputing or unnecessarily turning a friend's mind. To say good about that quiet kindness, Valt was on track. I laugh and cut out unwanted favors.

"What about you, huh? Nanais has gained a lot of people, and you'll find about one of your favorite opponents. Or have you always been a woman?

Plast frowned annoyingly as soon as possible. Valt grins more and more like a cat who finds his prey.

"Well, you've always been single, and now you're not going after a woman's ass, but it's good to have a wife and kids."

He arms back just as great, trying to drool his high theory first, it was then.

Excuse me while I talk to you.

A cool but warm voice called from the doorway. Valt also looks back surprised that something is unusual because Plast stifled himself like a little. And I opened my mouth gently.

Waking beauty - exactly what it describes, young daughter. I never thought it existed in reality, like I was coming out of a dream.

In front of Valt, who is being drained of his dexterity, his daughter gave a bowl of grace with a smile of humility and carried a basin with a whole range of hospitality on it. A tabletop kettle and cup of wine, dried fruit or nuts or cheeses.

"Mr. Plast's, I heard you had a dear friend."

Place what you bring in the empty space of your desk and offer one of the cups to the Guest. But Valt still couldn't react in a pompous manner. Instead, the plast shakes his head small "good" on the tannic side. That's all he guessed, and his daughter nodded with a fluffy, superb grin, putting the cup back in the basin and listening down well.

"Sorry to bother you. Take your time."

Smiles like a goddess remain directed at Plast, even as she leaves constantly. After the mild footsteps had gone far and completely gone, Valt finally returned to me.

"Hey! What is that, what the hell happened!!

I stood up like I had been bounced, grabbed both shoulders of plast over my desk and asked. Plast rarely answers.

"Oh, how could you...! You're only twenty years old or there, you're as old away as your parents and children! Son of a bitch, how dare you spit!!

"I'm not dictating"

"Liar! You know, you must be staring at me with such a mellow eye that it's a relationship of nothing or something!?

Shake a disappointing shoulder. Plast remained a bitter face, but Zhu gave it slightly in its sight.

"... soon, we'll get married"

"Mm-hmm!? Goddamn it, dude... Damn it, I'll never forgive you, you're insulated, uhhhhhh!!

Plast sighs jealously at his noisy old friend who yells and steps on his feet. This man hasn't changed a bit for a long time.

One screams and foresees the shortness of breath, silently offering the cup. Valt took it as a snag and poured himself a glass of wine. After a long time, he climbs out with his elbow on his desk.

"Tell me, how did you drop it, Cora"

…………

"You clear face, you annoying bastard for the book. At least give me my wife's name."

"... Tilia"

"Guh! Don't try it, cheek-dyed tendon. Hey, old man!

The cup is also stacked during unwanted interactions and the cheese and nuts are diminished. As it happens, the pain of archaeology also grows smaller and farther.

When was the only time the two had forgotten the time, forgotten the age, and just squandered as unchanged friends?

(Final)

Besides. Plast and Tilia scene.

I still couldn't believe the circumstances in which I was placed, and Plast said in confusion.

I'm a long way from home.

"Yes, I know better than that."

Tilia doesn't move. Just nod with a smile just dazzling, full of respect, admiration and love. Plast pressed in suspicion that this daughter knew the reality.

"... you're going to die soon"

Neither social status nor health can be sheltered forever because it will not last that long. We'll be able to leave him with some wealth, but we'll only be able to do it together for a very short period of time when it comes to a lifetime companion.

Tilia blew his concerns away lightly with her youth and hope.

"Then you can't waste a day. Shall we go and file a marriage certificate now?"

Smile and say. Plast understood the futility of the objection and took a thin hand in silence. The fever and tremor in her fingers taught me that she was still nervous, too, which seemed so bold.