Ashes and Kingdoms

Chapter Five

The winter in the country was relatively warm and easy to spend, but despite this, Lord Nakte's hall was always cold to the bottom.

Returning with only information that he was a foot late, Rufus was driven again by the old lord to a barracks in Quanos in the east. The Legion soldiers left are at the Lord's demanding, sending every day of training and pickling.

The division of the territory was carried out by Fernena and the butler, but there was also the cold breath of the lord. One piece of copper coin, even a grain of wheat, was filled, and those who left were asked to cut it to the brim. Neither new clothes for the New Year nor their application to citizens were allowed. The current Winter Solstice Festival has also been cancelled. It was before the building that Senato Jr. was missing but not at the festival, but it was clear that he was simply sparing money.

"It's going to be a tough winter"

To the deacon's sigh, Fernena also returned her melancholy consent, as well as none.

"Really. What does your father intend to spend the money he has collected so far?"

"I don't know what..."

"Oh, never mind. That's solitary now. I'm not going to put you in any more trouble."

Fernena shook her head for Christ's sake. It was clear that it was ready for the war, but if you put that in your mouth, you would acknowledge your flirting with the emperor.

(I wonder if you intend to disobey the Emperor by skipping Senato)

Dragon Marquis Senato is never liked by the people nor by the legions, but as a member of the Dragon Marquis Conference and in maintaining the security of the territory, he has a fine track record. If he named the emperor, or declared the independence of Nakte, the empire's largest fourth legion would be round and his private soldiers.

(But if you're going to do that, that kid has to be dead)

As long as the heir to the throne named by his predecessors lives, neither the status of the present Emperor Varys nor the status of those who seek to replace it will be established. No matter how Varys declares the will of his predecessors null and void, because he can steam it back in the Council.

I wonder if your father will stop searching for her.

Fernena slapped her desk with a harsh fingertip. It wasn't in my eyes at all since just now, such as the income and expenditure book figures.

"I'm going to go change my mood a bit. You have to keep your turn in this room, but you can rest your hands."

She stood up unable to sit still, leaving one butler out of the room.

Headed there was a semi basement that was lost in the example storage room. With a cough in the dusty air, he slams the door in his face.

The interior of the doors, which opened in contemplation, was, as always, a different view. The sphere that I brought in before is there unchanged, twisting the visitor just like a giant eyeball. Under the slightly entering light, the old man, nestled like a dark shadow, seemed to put together a deeper darkness than he had seen before because of the cold.

"This, young lady"

And he whispered with a whispered voice, and the sorcerer bowed his prayers. Fernena does not enter the room and throws a stern voice as she stands at the door.

"Your advice didn't help, Orgin."

"What are you talking about?"

The reply is calm, dull, and there is not even any sign of blurring. hateful, Fernena frowned.

"Senato must have informed your father that he was in Siros"

"That's not me"

"If it wasn't for you, who would it be?"

"I don't know."

Orgin answered softly, and then perceived Fernena's wrath, or added nothing.

"A fortune teller or a dream announcement, let's just say that. My job is only to try to help with ancient sorcery. Looking for lost items is not included"

"Lost," he said?

"Lost things, lost people, whatever. Anyway, it's not my job. Pick it up if you feel like it. This is no place for a young lady."

Fernena slumped and lagged back at the voices like a gap wind stroking her nod at night. but if I retreat, I feel I can close the door, and I painstakingly stop.

"... you can't find a place for Senato? Your father doesn't talk about Senato like he already gave up. We can't wait in silence."

"You know where the young lady is."

Said Sarasari, Fernena stirred up. I was afraid you knew about Nella. but it wasn't.

"What did Master Rufus say when he returned? The young lady must have been told by Shiros to take the boat west."

"That's it. I don't know where you are."

"What's west of Siros?"

Orgin asks in a patient tone. Fernena was annoyed, but she answered in detail because she thought she was ignorant.

"The city of Urcas along the coast, to the west is the Great Forest. On the southern shore of the Great Forest lies Orgenia, and further west is the village of Nedas. Still going on? If you know where she went in here, don't let her go."

From frustration and feelings for my child, I get a quick, high-pressure voice.

The sorcerer did not answer for a while and dived into a gloomy silence. Fernena was frightened without being able to make a decision as to whether the other person was angry or ridiculed for being an emotional little girl.

Somewhat magician answered with a dry, flat voice.

"Think about it for a second. Why did Master Rufus give up his pursuit to the west while he went all the way to Siros and was returned? Why did the pavilion give up the search when they heard it was headed west? That is, because no one knows where we're going. Because he went to a place where he could never be known or found."

"No way, he's not dead."

Fernena blues slightly and shakes her head. Then finally, I noticed and glanced at him all the time.

"Oh - Omori Forest... right, you're a big forest. Hidden by the power of the Org, a place where you will never find the lost."

"Do you finally understand? Now, come back to your room."

Without showing sympathy or care, the magician said coldly and closed the door at the tip of Fernena's nose. Even though he was never shut abusively, Fernena let it go like it was in the wind and walked out flustered.

If she hid herself in the woods

I won't see you again.

Like a tide filled with despair, it covers my heart. Stumbled where there was nothing, she laid her hands on the wall. The cold nature of the hard stone further depresses the mood.

(Rufus)

Reminded of her husband's warm hands, Fernena leaned against the wall and sat down on the spot. Squeeze your hand and press it against your mouth to sob. I wanted you to come back. I wanted you to stay by my side and encourage me to be okay.

But between Rufus and her, old Senato stands.

And it came to pass at this time that Fernena hated her father from the bottom of her heart. I have despised, angry and turned away before, but this was the first time I really hated it.

(Please return it)

I let my son be adopted by the Emperor, drove my husband to a distant barracks, took away both her hope and comfort, and left her in this cold prison as it were. I just need to freeze to death.

(My heart, my love, my -...)

I accidentally realized that I had been brutally struck. When I did, I couldn't stop crying. She killed her voice, shivering small, and continued to cry quietly.

On the same night, old Senato also visited the sorcerer. Avoid the eyes, just one person, with a candlestick and a single seal.

"You were right. The emperor sent me a letter."

The darkness that stirs indoors is very hard to illuminate in the light of a small candlestick. There was no reply, but Senato did not care and spread parchment under the light. I already know the contents through my eyes during the day.

"I don't even have to look for my grandson anymore. In the first place, the Imperial Capital's army alone is reckless against the dragon marquis of East and West, young man."

Kuku, and a voice of joy in the back of his throat. Morse Street, the troublesome Eighth Army crumbled.

"Now we can make arrangements in our favor. Let the young man deal with the female male counterpart. Is there any difference in the future that I told you about?

The shadow nodded. Senato laughed as she deepened her mouth wrinkles.

"Foolish, powerless young man, come lower back, but good. Let's give him a big welcome at best. With this nacté......"

"In Quanos"

The sorcerer accidentally pinched his mouth, and Senato was watered down and glanced at.

"Are you telling me to hold talks in Quanos?... Hmm, sure, how foolish or alarming to tell you to come to Nakte. Good. It's just that Rufus is here, we just need to get him ready. Good chores."

Hum and snort, Senato takes another look at the writ before tatami.

"The new year shall be a glorious one for my glory. It is the year that Austra will finally be the champion of Diatius. A woman's gate, for example, will never let her slap her in the pussy again. Aedius' blood will never stop!

With a fist-gripping detachment, the script crumbles. But Senato didn't care. Staring at the sorcerer, he narrowed his eyes.

"I'm counting on your work. At dawn, instead of such a small room, I will let you build a splendid mansion, so that you can examine as many ancient powers as you like. Of course, if you're going to use it for our country,"

My country, the voice when I said, was like one who had already made Diatius his personal possession. The sorcerer moaned like he had some kind of emotion for the first time, but after an inclusive silence, he ended up with just one word,

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I lowered my head, responding with a faint voice. Senato frowned suspiciously, but did not pursue, leaving the room silently nodding.

The candlestick lights go out and the interior becomes complete darkness. And as it was, everything in the room was silent, as covered in death. No rat voice, no magician's footsteps.

Lighting the night sky outside the hall, even from the light of the moon as thin as a nail, it was as if darkness was holding its breath to hide itself.