The Step Of Palimpsest
#23
In other people's view, this question doesn't make sense. However, if it's in my point of view then it makes sense. I have nothing here, both Nox Venator and my other allies are no longer connected to me. I was lucky because Cashel was kind enough to let me stay at his house, but I'm sure it was only for a while. I can't hang myself on others for too long until I can't pay off my debt because the amount is too large.
Cashel raised his chin, with both eyebrows swooping in, and his hands opened like a bowl. "Now you want to sell the hereditary legacy for centuries?! Th-that's a delay!"
"... Can."
"Really?!"
"Rather than being left covered in dust in the barn, it is better to be given to the needy."
Cashel's legs were violently jolted to the ground full of anger, as they faced each other in parallel, Cashel covered the entire slender curves of Theomund's body with his muscular shoulders so that I could only look at the lonely lieutenant's back. I could feel some of his emotions emanating from his body language, he looked so angry, and felt insulted.
"You want to put your family name and put your ancestors under your dusty feet? Are you greedy or ungrateful?"
The difference in height made Cashel had to lower his head while Theomund raised his face. They both seemed unwilling to back down and were ready to give all the arguments that were hanging over their heads like invisible dust that hung fate on a piece of wind. The dust and gravel would be a storm that turned the blue sky as if it were a mysterious deep sea. Humans are full of curiosity but also creatures who are cowards, contradictions that fight in this mind do not want to succumb.
The desire to satisfy idealism or the instinct to save himself, who will win?
"I want succession. I will welcome every fame and I will face every tempest. You—Cashel— will never be able to understand it one bit."
The sturdy banyan tree became the source of unity in my home world. However, even though attacked with great force it could be until the trunk will tremble violently because it receives the impact thrown at it. Like a board meeting table kicked by the king who went up black when only rubbish and failure along the streets of the motherland he led. Such was the sturdy back that would later become the great commander was jolted just like that because it was snapped by his own magician friend.
Tree branches swayed in the wind, the table surface trembled in a tremble from a king—there was no smoke if there was no fire. Theomund's mouth found a gap so that this dispute did not burn longer, forced to bring up the background Cashel, but secretly felt guilty. But the spark starts with me.
As a child, I learned to be a passive human being. I don't like cleaning up other people's trash. Everyone is not happy to meet people who are as good as they are, like it has become a law of nature. I had to bother drying my tear-soaked cheeks, when I didn't like the pain, but someone else hurt me. In order not to be trampled again, I became too vigilant. To the extent that I can only judge a person by first impressions, that I can determine whether a person has good or bad character.
This is my form of feeling sorry for myself. The people closest to me try to wake me up not to be constantly locked in illusions and pull me forcibly to face reality. I ... have faced enough. At the same time, I asked for a lot of things and expected nothing but whatever could be my best way out of my comfort zone. Right now, I have no urge to change, I am easily complacent but also regret my overly simplistic self.
Even so, everything has changed. If this is the last prayer that can be received by Him after so many imaginative requests that I make in my lifetime, then I ask ... Allow me to make a happy ending with my own version.
No one can understand me full of contradictions, it will not be like how I can understand others.
I try to put my foot in front of one of my other legs. The more advanced my body is carried by my instincts and instincts, the more my adrenaline increases accompanied by vigilance mixed with suspicion. I moistened my lips before reaching the middle position where they could see me with just a glance. I started to open my mouth with slightly trembling hands.
"If it's up to me, I'll give it back to you with nothing less. I'm sorry, I'm honestly so surprised that you actually let go of your family legacy, I couldn't think twice because my mind was so far away. I'm sorry."
Ah...
As it turns out, the one who trusts strangers more than his own family is not just me. Theomund trusted me that easily to the point of giving me his family legacy because I was a stranger? Then, I can't reveal my true self to her. However, if he intends to investigate me secretly, then I will pretend not to know.
Finally, Theomund turned his gaze to Cashel who stood upright like a sculpture. "Thank you for the drink, and I'm sorry for being so disrespectful. Then, I'll see you tomorrow," he said.
"Ah, yes... See you," replied Cashel.
I also added. "Once again, thank you very much."
The magic revolving around it creates air pressure like the wind*****pair that makes me comfortable. His body was glowing like a comet burning in the atmosphere, for a moment a pitch-black night was like a brightly lit midday. It was like lying on a mat, in the middle of a meadow, amidst howls of magic and the ringing of crickets. Then, observe one by one stars in space to countless how many constellations are held on the night rug. I remember his message.
That mood affected the magic performance. Energy can be channeled only from the gelagat only. Negative or positive energy can be contagious, which is why emotional control exercises are needed. However, keep in mind that we are just ordinary people. No matter how great a person has the ability to control themselves, emotions that are like a time bomb can explode at any time.
The time difference between the bright light and the whirlwind surrounding Theomund was faster than the blink of an eye. Unconscious, he had vanished out of nowhere. Now, only me and Cashel are left. If only I had not been carelessly asking to sell the Magic Treasure, then Cashel would not have been provoked, so Theomund would not have been forced to bring up Cashel's background, that way they won't be an inner war like this.
Though mentally, I was 28 years old, but being in a different body 8-9 years of my original age was apparently challenging as well, yes. I'm not an adult and I'm still just as careless, I suck.
"..."
Why are my lips suddenly frozen, anyway?!
"Think of it, who has enough money to buy such a priceless family inheritance? Then, do you know where to sell it? Ah, do I look creepy?" revealed.
Poker face is good, but it's useless if it's faced with me. The energy is too diffused or am I too sensitive? Again I ask this, but the answer is always the same that being sensitive is a gift. Unfortunately, I am not a person who can behave bodo organ easily. How could I ignore someone whose face was about to cry like that?
Want a knight, a man, or a father, everyone has the right to cry.
I was destined to be a good listener.
"Little, really. In fact, you amazed me..."
The burly man's laughter sounded underestimating me as well as him. "uh? Witches are considered bad-tempered and difficult to understand because they prefer to follow alternative currents. While knights tend to have a tendency to go with the mainstream and get too fixated on the manual." I would shut up and let him talk, and he added another sentence, "being a knight is boring."
