My sister and I moved around the world until I unified the continent to protect my sister.

March 24, 499 Continental Calendar.

The village of the north, inhabited by the king of the kingdom of Elf, the mountain of Beru, which unites the great forest. A short distance from its center is a house where demon kings and brave men once lived together.

That one room. One table and two couches for two. Severe air stood in the tiny, qualitative living room with only two chairs for one person.

... one sitting on the couch. Yomi, the demon, gives his thoughts (ha) to the nostalgic past, staring blurredly at the empty sofa in the front.

There until last year. My father, the Demon King, and his sister, the brave man, always sat side by side.

That rapport was so serious that you sometimes had heartburn. Remembering the old days leaks a bitter laugh.

... but now, no one has sat on that couch for a long time.

There's something else in the room, a incense of a warcraft that you can call a belly-up sister. Warcraft ctr as well. Lynne, king of mountain elves. Its right arm, Lucrea, but nobody tries to sit back on the front couch.

It's not like I have a decision to make, but somehow. That couch is still Demon King and Brave. It is dedicated to Yoichi, who was also a brother and sister, and Kaori.

If you close your eyes, you will still see the brave and demon king laughing with pleasure on your eyelids. I feel like I can hear my brother's sweet sister's voice and his brother's who smiles bitterly at him.

... but one of the lords of that couch is not already in the world. The other one is just about to leave the world.

Yomi opened her eyes and looked over at the room, as tears seemed to overflow when she was closing her eyes. Everyone had a dark look and looked down.

... like following a brave man who has fulfilled his tenseu. The demon king crossed to the northern island, saying he was to be defeated by a newly born brave man.

I was following the trend of the brave. I received a report from Fairey's Kutl that the brave had set off for the northern island. Three days had already passed since Yomi and Ichika, who were helping to develop the island, were returned to this village.

This room has been like this ever since, full of heavy and restless atmosphere......

"... father. Are you having a proper meal?

While severe silence reigns. It was one incense that uttered the word potpourri.

She is the sister that the Demon King cherished more than anyone else. A warcraft produced by the magical powers of the Demon King, using the blood of a fragrance weave that was also an earlier brave man as a material. It is seiklid undine.

Raised as two daughters, Ichinoka learned to cook from an early age under the influence of a mother who was good at cooking. A mother who was a master. Now that she's dead, she's asked if she's the best cook in the world.

I've traveled all over the continent and I don't have any objections to that rating. On the northern island, he had taken on the dishes for all the demon kings in one hand.

For once, when I left the island, I cooked and set aside a meal. Seems to be up to today with that, too.

I have reserves of preserved food and such, but I'm too sad that my father's last meal is hard dried meat and dried fruit.

Thinking of it, Ichinoka couldn't stay or stand.

This morning I was like, 'I knew I was going back to your father!' We all seized it, 'he said, jumping out of the house.

... of those things because it was my father's hope to die alone, though. To tell the truth, even Yomi wants to rush to her father right now.

That would be the same for Lynne, Lucrea, and Kutl.

Yomi is a demon, so she can use magic, and her mother Rhina has trained her physically and mentally from an early age.

I don't know how strong contemporary braves are, but I don't feel like losing easily. If you're fighting with your loved ones on your back, I think you can do more than your strength.

... but my father didn't want it.

If I am. Even if Ichika, Sister Kutl and Mr. Linne rush. My father would never be happy, and I must rather just get him in trouble the other way.

I know that, so I can only have a restless time here.

Shella, the enchanted dragon, flew off again soon after she brought herself to this village, so maybe she went back to her father.

... On the other hand, I think I envy you. When I think about the last moment, I'm also attacked by unbearable feelings.

I fulfilled myself and saw the scene where my father was defeated in front of me. Can you do what you have to do to stay here?

In a narrow space of love and respect for my father, when all that goes around, I run through my head and make it more and more weighty.

Everyone in the elves regularly. In particular, Mr. Lynne's sister Renne brings meals and drinks, but no one tried to get their hands on them.

I've been doing this for over two days now and I don't feel any appetite or thirst at all.

Instead, I still feel like Mr. Shella is coming to tell me about his father's death. It also reacts to slight noises.

... Still only a little bit deep down in my mind. Though I can't give up hope that my father will change his mind and come back with Mr. Shella. In fact, as Aunt Eina (Aunt), Mother Rhina's sister, said, I guess I can't change my father's readiness.

Spend a long time with my father. It is the analysis of those who are praised as the best sages on the continent and who say that there is no one to the right when it comes to reading people's minds. Sad but I don't think it will come off.

... that Aunt Eina is getting old. My body was weak, my eyes were blind, and I couldn't stand and walk on my own. With the decision that we cannot stand the move, we are now waiting for a report in a museum on the border with the human country.

I went back from the island and ran to contact them for now, but then they just said a word: 'Really... come back and report when it's all over and you (you) can get up again'.

- But then. From Aunt Eina's eyes, I feel like I haven't felt a strong light of will in a long time.

Since mother Rhina died. I've always had a vain eye, Aunt Eina, but a sharp eye like when you used to tell me how many martial arts you had. I didn't think I'd seen it in years.

Perhaps Aunt Eina is plotting something (every single one).

Originally in the process of unifying the continent with his father and liberating the elves.

In the process of stabilizing and developing it, even after the subsequent unified state has been formed. A man who has traveled and succeeded in numerous schemes.

It is no exaggeration to say that I have lived much of my life with plot.

the greatest strategist in the history of that continent. It's probably the last plot of my life.

And that's definitely about the brave.

Originally, Aunt Eina was not obsessed with power or anything. It was enough to cede the throne of the king of the continent to Nina, who had no blood ties, but my marriage to Nina changed things.

The sister Aunt Eina loved more than anyone in this world. Mother Rhina's blood is about to enter the royal family.

From what I can tell, the current king hits his grandson. From Aunt Eina's point of view, she hits her sister's grandson.

The daughter of the current king is joining the brave party as the Virgin. Besides, I guess I can't be very calm when people ask me that I'm getting along with a brave man trying to kill the demon king, etc.

Honestly, I'd be lying if I told you that black feelings didn't boil in my heart either.

Even if the demon king himself wants to be crusaded.

I've been like a real child to Aunt Eina since I was a young girl. Maybe they adore you more than that. I've been told so much that I'm going to figure out what Aunt Eina is thinking somehow.

Because I wouldn't be willing to interrupt until I was in love with you just now. It is resolutely stopped for the brave man to join the princess as son-in-law and become the next king. It would be reasonable for a princess to dowry into a brave man and lead two friendly, peaceful, quiet, slow lives somewhere.

I don't think that my body will fail if I make a mistake, because it's about Aunt Eina, who doesn't show any decay in her intelligence. I think I'll give you a hand sometimes.

... think about that. When I put my gaze around the room to shake it off that I felt black. Lynne catches her eye when she looks horribly grumpy.

Unlike me and Ichika, who spent time with my father on the northern island until the other day, Mr. Lynne hasn't seen his father for a long time.

And maybe we'll never see each other again.

Mr. Lynne has the oldest relationship with his father, except for Aunt Kaori. I hear we have been friends with many miseries and joys.

The elves, once enslaved, were freed. He said that the Elf Country began with the promise of his father and Mr. Lynne.

That's why my thoughts about my father are so strong. If my father calls out, she and her fellow elves are to protect my father. That must have been the one who put his life on it.

... but my father didn't want that either.

On the contrary, he was very careful not to develop into a dispute between the people and the elves, even if they were mistaken.

And Mr. Lynne is very grateful to his father. I guess I can't do anything against that will because I cherish it.

Just sit tight, how does it feel to wait around for your loved ones obituaries that will come one day?

I think it's close to us now. Maybe it's harder.

The continent is united. Because I guess I have so many thoughts I can't even imagine when I was born in a time of peace...

With that in mind, the sensation ran unexpectedly zombie. It strikes me with a strange feeling, like a single piece of thick thread has been removed from my body.

- When I turned my gaze unintentionally, Ichika and Sister Kutl felt the same discomfort. The gaze intersects each other.

Ichinoka uttered words, shaking her body.

"Your father... is dead..."

"- Based on what?

I had a feeling about that myself. I don't want to admit it, but it makes me shout out loud by accident.

Mother Rhina and Aunt Eina have taught me many times about the importance of controlling emotions. Except in childhood, I don't have memories of leaving my voice to my emotions.

Maybe Ichinoka's never seen me like this before. Continue to say the words in an abrupt manner as if it were no big deal at all.

"I felt the same way when Kaori's mother died..."

"-"

The words are too precise. I'm going to poke at the fact that I least wanted to hear.

My mother, Mother Rhina, said she was temporarily a half demon when she had me. Since I've been born absorbing all the magic in my body, I've lived as a human ever since.

Therefore, when Rhina's mother died, she never remembered any special sensation other than grief and loss, but Kaori's aunt, who hits Ichika's mother, is a brave man. Because he had magic, he said that at the time of his death, he felt something like a magic connection had been broken.

And it seems that the feeling was the same thing that I and Sister Kutl felt right now.

The present feeling was something strong, something that I would never forget even if I tried to.

For the second time, the word "incense" means that another magical connection has been broken.

... look at Ichinoka's words and our reactions. I guess Mr. Lynne and Master Lucrea also perceived the situation.

Especially since Mr. Lynne had a gaze at him like, "I hope it's a mistake," but he was convinced to see that I was silent without being able to argue. I dye my expression in despair, bite my lips (tickles) and lean (grunts).

We're flattered, too. Sister Kutl has also lost her ability to fly and has collapsed on the table, drooling her feathers disappointingly.

... in the meantime. Mr. Lynne stood up fluttered and opened the door to the next room. To wet my tears, I raise my face and utter words.

"- Yoichi is dead. … the great grace received from him. We will serve three days of mourning. However, take great care of yourself so that Yoichi could never be the Demon King."

In the next room, some of the elves were particularly close to their father. People are coming together who know their father is the Demon King.

This room was too small to enter.

My father was a nervous person trying to keep his existence secret, so the number of people is limited. These are the people who had a profound relationship.

From the next room, after Mr. Lynne's words, a voice leaked that didn't even groan. It conveys how you sink into grief.

Though Mr. Lynne sounded like a king of mountain elves and uttered words with perseverance. My body was trembling, and my voice was completely in tears at the end.

... Become Mr. Lynne. I guess it's the result of trying to get the most out of my job as king of mountain elves entrusted to me by my father.

When Master Lucrea softly holds his shoulder from behind, Mr. Lynne falls to the floor as if the thread of the last tension had been cut, shaking his shoulder and beginning to cry.

Master Lucrea gave us one look. To hide Mr. Lynne's appearance, I took him back to the other room.

Even though I am king of mountain elves, I guess it is a consideration not to show up crying. No matter how long an elf lived and was long in the art of controlling emotions, there are limits.

That's the same for us, until yesterday, if it's time for fate to be strong. I couldn't even stop my body trembling when I was trying to snub Ichinoka or Sister Kuru. Finally, I get myself into the floor.

And I can't even cry. I just look up to heaven, feeling the tears coming out of my eyes without stopping...

I couldn't afford to confirm that, but Ichinoka and Sister Kutl would have been similar.

All we could do was weep powerlessly at the despair of losing so much...

"... Lynne, I'm the only one here. I don't mind, just cry till you feel better."

Tell that to Lucrea. Lynne raises her voice and weeps as she leaks a whimper (a snap).

This is the room used as a bedroom for visitors to the house where the Demon King and the Brave once lived.

By those who admire Yoichi, even after it has been out of use for a long time. Sometimes by the King of Mountain Elves' own hands, care was carefully continued.

The bed where the two of them are now sitting down, the sheets are also bright white and tidy.

Two people sit side by side in that bed. Just keep crying, Lynne, and Lucrea hugs her gently. I was stroking my hair and doing it. Lucrea herself also keeps crying out of her eyes...

... how long has it been? No more light shooting in from the outside. In a darkened room, Lynne utters the word potpourri.

"Mr. Lucrea...... should I have stopped Yoichi from doing anything after all? Shall I risk my life to remain anonymous? If we can't do that, shouldn't we have at least made a offering and died together..."

"... remember what Lord Yoichi said. I apologize for the inconvenience caused by my selfishness. This time it was what Yoichi wanted, and it was also what Yoichi wanted not to involve the others."

"But... still, I want to see you die..."

"If we had an affair on that point, we wouldn't have been a substitute for Lord Kaori. Until the end, Kaori was the only one. With all our other beings, there is no substitute..."

…………

Lynne bites her lips (tickles) as she sadly leans down.

Lucrea lay down her gaze in the same way, but utters words as she remembers.

"Rene, are you there? Come in."

The voice opened the door softly. Mountain elves very similar to Lynne reveal themselves.

"Sister..."

"Rene......"

Both of them were drooling their long ears like they were together. Luclea thinks you're a very similar sister.

... they held each other silently and didn't say a word exactly.

There is infinite gratitude for the benefactor in both of them, and the grief of losing its existence. I guess we exchange those emotions with each other without words, empathizing and comforting each other.

Rene is also one of those who was helped by Yoichi because of the terrible circumstances that made her hesitant to put it into words.

... Lucrea leaves Lynne to Rene. Himself leaves the room gently with a light.

I can still hear you sobbing through the side of the living room. Lena, Ceres, and Hilse head out, side by side in the room where they are praying north.

For Lucrea herself, Yoichi saved herself from a hell of a mine. He is also the benefactor who freed all the elves.

To give the person the utmost respect. One man reached the ground on his knees and offered a deep prayer….

... three days after the death of the Demon King.

Lynne, who was most saddened by that death, did not come out of the room for more than two days after blocking in. On the third day he finally recovered to the point where his sister, Rene, took him into the woods.

Still, we didn't hunt to serve the bereavement of our benefactor, we just collected nuts and mountain vegetables, but then at about the same time we went back. Shella returned and was officially told of Western's death.

Lynne wept again, but now she won't plug it in. I bowed my head to Shella and begged her to please take me to where Yoichi had come to an end (cancer).

There's no reason to say no, even as a Shella. Not demanding anything, but Yomi, a incense, and Kutl in addition to Linne. Lucrea and the other elves will return to the northern islands.

So Lynne flattened (hirafu) and wept in front of the ruggedly built Western tomb that Shella made alongside Kaori's tomb. Then, with all his hands, he spent the whole two days politely finishing the two graves.

And by Lynne, I also call him Smith, king of forest elves, who has not been able to come to this occasion now, and Kananga, king of swamp elves. It was proposed that a memorial gathering be held once a year on Western Day of Life.

Naturally, no one disagrees with that. Only this year will it take place in a month. To make it that venue, the restoration of the Demon King's Castle, destroyed in battle, will begin in great haste.

This gathering later became known as the 'Elf Three Kings Conference'. It will be a place for the exchange of information between the three countries of the Elf, which are separated individually. It also contributes to maintaining a cooperative relationship with the Union of the Three Kingdoms and striking a balance between the kingdom of man and the kingdom of elves by involving demons and warcraft. It will serve to guarantee peace and stability on the continent for a long time.

... It's like the Demon King is protecting us even after we die. Every time the Elves looked at each other, they missed Western things and offered thanks and prayers...