Seiun wo Kakeru

Fourteen stories, Dante's past.

Age was brought in like a reception room.

There was a table and a chair with one leg, and the vase had flowers growing.

It was a waiting room until Nazioni saw it.

Age looks inside the room as she sits in a chair.

Through the window I was able to see the garden.

The maintained garden is beautiful and gives a different impression than any other place you've ever seen on this island.

So to speak, it's amazing to be able to focus on wasted places.

Drinking water from the water drain placed on the table, the door opened.

It was Dante who emerged from it.

Nothing to be surprised about. This is Dante's home.

"Yasu. I don't think you're nervous."

"Dante, what's wrong?

If you ask me if I'm nervous, I lie.

From now on, you will contest what the Lord has said.

We're a little too pushy to defend our creed, though.

If I get right before I see you, I'll be unanimously conscious.

Dante answers that he's taken away, regardless of Age's thoughts.

I was picked up.

"Right. I guess we'll see about that."

"My father will be ready to see you in a little while."

"Until then, shall we talk a little? I wonder what Nazioni's lord, your father, is like for Dante."

"You're my father... right"

Dante is, so to speak, the person closest to Nazioni as a family.

If you can hear from that Dante, you may be able to feel Nazioni's figure, who has so far been only a distant presence as an exchanger, straight into his body.

Dante began to think a little bit, keeping his mouth shut, but eventually began to talk pompously.

"Actually, my dad and I aren't very close. Rather than say it's not good, I wonder if it's eye-catching. It doesn't matter if you're here or not. Well, what I'm not getting along with is not just about my dad, but my brothers. I'm three boys, and my brothers are good, so I wasn't expected from the start."

What Dante began to say was a surprise to Age.

For Age, neither the eldest nor the third son is different as a son.

Of course I've never crossed that if it serves as a trail, but I wouldn't do anything to make a difference in treatment that much.

That said, Age had also heard stories from older people about a family where only the eldest son was specially loved and raised.

As an insurance policy in case, the second son is treated quite well and after the third son is indifferent and so on.

If you were told that it used to be a culture that cared more about homes than individuals, that was before.

"So Dante told you about your father?

"Don't get me wrong"

Do you hate it?

Dante shook his neck to the side to Age, who asked him in the dark.

I don't see anger emotions there.

"I respect my father. You know what? In the battle ahead, this Nazioni was at his best."

"No, I've never heard that before."

Nazioni is located just in the middle of the left and right side of the island.

That makes it easy to be a main battlefield, with soldiers clashing from left to right, and Nazioni, who was a village until then, apparently suffered enormous damage.

Dante himself seemed at a time when he only remembered the sight.

"As soon as my grandfather died and my father took over the trail, he changed his position, which until then had only been ravaged. My father first took an active side to the west, cutting ahead and running on the battlefield. And he began to move the battlefield eastward. Apparently my father was as strong as a god or something. He said he never got a scratch on the battlefield. So I ended the war, and now I'm going to rule the whole island, not just my village. I think my dad's a hero."

Everyone clouded their mouths, knowing the fragments of the battle that they had not tried to tell the truth, Age felt strange.

How far in the world are the evil feelings of the villagers right?

But I never got a scratch on the battlefield, which is awesome.

Age thought so once, but in fact, when she receives even minor arrow wounds, she often becomes putrefied and important from it.

Surviving the battlefield intact would be quite important in ancient times.

"At the end of the war, my father, who was most struggling, was to be the compiler. My father decided to rebuild our village first. It was Nazioni who was the most devastated, and if I missed where the lord was, no one would listen to me. So I thickened my defenses and prepared them so there wouldn't be a war. Next thing I know, I started collecting food. And they accumulated strength by provoking bronze blacksmiths from other villages. I know very well that these kinds of jobs are quite repulsive and my father hates himself."

"... how can Dante tell me that much?

"Sure, I'm not interested in anything, and when I was in this town, I was just evil, but my dad was my admirer, after all. Age, I wanted you to understand my father."

Dante laughs as she rubs her nose in the light.

"What, you were aware you were doing evil"

"Ooh..."

"If time permits, talk about it."

"Are you serious..."

I say it in a flashy wind, but Age doesn't allow it.

He told me so much.

It's not a bad thing to have the opportunity to look back on your past.

"Looking back now, I guess I missed you after all. Understand my father's busy and not interested in me, because my brothers' idiots have been acting like idiots to me."

"Didn't your brothers take Dante's side?"

"Because my mother is different."

Dante's mother becomes a concubine.

Shortly after Dante was born, Dante was also treated well because he had been spoiled by Nazioni.

But since my mother died of illness, the treatment has gone bad all at once.

Is man's love that cold?

Age couldn't help but think she could handle Tania's belly so cold.

"I'm the second son or third son in town, and I found a similar guy, and I did what I wanted. For once, he is the son of a lord. Nobody defied me, and I didn't say anything. It was about Franco who was able to say things. So, Age, you threw me, and I was really surprised, and then I was pissed off."

"That's what you deserve."

"Now I know just a little bit about it"

"That means you've grown up."

To Age's words, Dante tells her to delude herself that it was oh, well, bad, and turns away.

Probably illuminated.

"It's a good time. Guide."

"Thank you. Thanks to you, I'm relieved of the tension."

"Right. I don't know what you're up to, but I'm here for you."

"I'll try my best."

"Okay, then I'll show you around. This way, follow me!

Dante stood up, opened the door and left the room.

The distance approached was not only against Nazioni.