Ashes and Kingdoms

A commander who doesn't usually show much anger or frustration has a thick eyebrow and draws his mouth into one letter. The face is already on the third day. Those who were serving beside them lowered their eyebrows day by day, and were turning blue.

The cause of the grump is, of course, that of the self-proclaimed magicians, frigid fortune-tellers and petitioners who lightly named themselves as being able to get even one piece of silver coin that the captains bring in every day.

Patience keeps listening to their paranoia, lies, eight hundred excuses, and not even a single clue yet. It's so strange that Glaus won't yell at me.

The decree ran in breathlessly as Glaus listened to the ambiguous proclamation of the dozens of occupiers, whatever they could take. the occupier with his eyes black-and-white on his ass,

"Commander! Give me this!"

Salute also offers a letter there. Glaus took it without blame, and opened it...

"Well done, I've informed you!

I smiled for the first time in three days and slapped him on the shoulder of the decree, complimenting him.

"Let's get the soldiers on their way right away. You get some rest."

All right, all right, work, order the disgruntled fortune teller to leave. The fortune teller, who received no reward whatsoever, tried to protest, but his squire quickly took him outside. Glaus hasn't even seen that already.

"In the end, it's not divination or fiduciary that you rely on, but solid human information."

Read back the letter with a smile and a good mood. It was news from a spy infiltrating Nakte that Rufus, the son-in-law of Senato the Dragon Hou, had made his way to Siros immediately. As far as I'm going to send you back from the east on purpose, the purpose is obvious.

Glaus himself can't leave here, but if he chooses and dispatches a few soldiers who are good at covert operations, he might be able to hold Senato down before Rufus. We have to hurry.

He called his squire to make the necessary arrangements, but only at a time like this can he hardly show up. I called him again but he didn't even make footsteps. Did you send that fortune teller outside, or is he watching and burning his hands?

Calling it a third time in a harsh manner, the squire finally returned to his room. You look frightened.

Glaus, who was about to come up with something soon, swallows the order feeling ominous in the other person's expression. Instead he asked.

"What's up? Is something wrong?"

"Well, there's another fortune teller left."

"What. I don't need any more fortune tellers, let me go home. If you're gonna complain, give him a drink at the liquor store."

"It's not. Just, you know."

The squire walked over to Glaus in a bewildered manner, hissing and whispering.

"The person you're looking for is no longer in Siros," he said.

"What!?

Glaus also shouted at the boulder for this. What came to mind was the suspicion of who had circulated the information. No purpose has been revealed to the sorcerers and fortune-tellers gathered. Besides, I just got the news with myself.

(Who the hell?)

After I put my face to discomfort, I reluctantly think of another possibility.

(... is it real?

I'm not a magician or fortune teller who winds up the fabric with lies, or “real” that's unstable and completely untouchable. Are you a truthful and useful, powerful fortune-teller?

Glaus suppressed his feelings of haste and ordered his followers to relax.

"Let's just listen. Let it through."

The squire had a really good eye, just in case, and then recruited a fortune teller who waited outside. Appearing cowardly was a little old woman, wearing a mysterious ornament that looked heavy on her neck and arms.

(That's all jarring on and the weight often keeps my hips from bending)

My spine is stretching perfectly, though I would be older than in my sixties from what I've seen. The dark blue eyes, close to purple, and the mouth corners of the mood are full of vibrancy. It's as if you're gaining power from the air there.

"Sorry to keep you waiting so long"

For one thing, Glaus apologized. The old woman nods in a good mood.

"Because I knew you'd be waiting. I don't mind. What I want to know is where Senato Jr."

"I don't know. Where did you learn that?

"I'm a fortune teller, General. Everything looks promising. Except for one thing hidden in the power of mystery. Boy got away with it."

"What? What does that mean?"

In the end, this guy is the one who wants to get rid of the money.

When Glaus thought so and frowned, the old woman grinned bitterly as if to tear it up.

"I know you get sick and tired of dealing with a lot of non-magicians, but if you can't seem to tell the real deal, you'll also remain in command of the battle. Huh? I told you, hidden in the power of mystery. Why don't you think about it with your own head? Or is it the brain miso that gets stuck in there and muscles?"

With his numb fingers pointed, Glaus actually felt the old woman's thin fingers pierced, rubbing her forehead in the face. And flashes unexpectedly.

- The Great Forest?

"Come on, Org, it's a forest hidden in the power of God. No one can find you anymore. Unless he comes out in person. It's no use looking around."

"Then I'll be in trouble"

"Is that what Boy found out? Either way, the boy will come out. It has nothing to do with your convenience. It won't be too late to hit the hand you need."

The old woman said floating, then looked far away.

"You should worry about something else. For better or worse, there are young people who greatly influence your whereabouts."

"That's what doesn't matter. I'll take care of my own destiny."

Reluctantly, Glaus responded. What I want to know now is the prospect of what would happen if Little Senato continued to hide out like this, and how to change that to our advantage.

"It's not something that causes you to abandon yourself, General. It doesn't matter. It consists of small things. Mind you, the young man is deep in the mountains. Don't let them get away with it."

Laughing like a prank, the old woman just said it and turned her back curly.

"Wait!"

Glaus stops squealing, and his squeaky eyes turn to make it worse. Coughing up your sincerity and taking care of your majesty, Glaus managed to disguise himself as a clerical tone.

"Let me know your name and location. If I know you were right, I'll let you get your reward. Or I might need your advice again."

"I don't think so."

The old woman laughed, a light foothold unsuitable for her age, and quickly sent out her stopping squire. Glaus and his squire shudder, just drop it off.

After a while, Glaus shook his head with a deep sigh.

"Oh man... I don't know what that hand guy is at all"

After blurring, I remember speaking of 'accidental God'. A god who is rarely worshipped, who scratches around at random and creates madness that other gods are uniting the world according to its nature and order. Every man blames this God when he is unluckily befallen against his service or when something unexpected comes down for a very good reason.

(No way)

Even spirits and gods because the dragon showed up...... it was me who said it the other day but I don't want to think that one is.

Glaus kicked the old woman out of his head and looked out the window.

"Either way, we have to use the confirmation on Shiros. And."

In the mountains, too, he says, and hurries to hold his mouth.

(Young man who shapes my destiny, you say?

Ridiculous.

Ringing his nose in his face. But the anxiety that sprouted once didn't go away.

(Who the hell...?

At the end of his gaze, the mountain peaks wore snow snowflakes.