49 – Misunderstanding (1)
The moment the girl’s sonorous voice resounded, Tsumei’s eyes shook slightly.
Her body, which had hardened against her will, made it impossible for her to turn her head recklessly even though she heard the voice of the one she had been waiting for so long.
“… ….”
Tsumei’s fingertips began to tremble.
The waiting time for her is 10 years.
It wasn’t a long time by dragon standards, but Tsumei couldn’t dismiss those 10 years as ‘just’.
Her memory of her 10 years flashes through her mind for a fleeting moment.
She couldn’t confirm her hopes. She was
So, it was really hard for her to withstand the flow of time.
Because there was not even a hint of progress.
In a way, it was natural.
When was it?
At some point Tsumei had to come up with a negative imagination.
‘Another 10 years, the next 10 years.’
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Perhaps the time will flow smoothly.
Just like she always has.
Even so, she couldn’t be herself.
Her confidence that she would be able to awaken the flugels was far from lifted.
With her own power, it was best to suppress and seal the flugel so that it would not run out of control, and it was close to impossible to remove the root cause she hadn’t even found out.
So, how can she be awakened?
She
‘I promised. With my sister.’
As time passed, her helplessness only grew.
I felt so sorry for not being able to fulfill Celine’s last request.
I still haven’t given up. Still, she couldn’t give up.
So she constantly searched for a way, but only occasionally did such thoughts come to her mind.
-Wanting for a moment of reunion with no promise was probably a futile expectation.
She shook her head vigorously every time that happened.
She knew very well that thinking of weak thoughts would do her no good.
‘…… Flugel.’
However, as the days went by, his will weakened, and the agony of not seeing hope deepened.
It was the time when she was passing through meaningless years.
‘Uh, how.’
Change has come.
The moment I had waited for but didn’t expect came.
For ten years she hadn’t seen her once, and she hadn’t heard a single word from her.
But she didn’t forget. She couldn’t forget
I can still recall the blue hair that I encountered only once in Celine’s rare decades ago.
I remember the bright smile that she gave to herself, not unlike her older sister.
Tsumei turned her head. It was a reflex action.
Her hair turned pure white, and the anger and betrayal from just a moment ago had long since dissipated.
At least now, those feelings didn’t matter at all.
“…… Ah.”
A silver sword came through my shaky vision.
It was a savage demonic sword that I had become accustomed to, and hadn’t seen any change in that long time.
Contradictively, we have reached the present time and welcomed a change.
The long-awaited one has finally opened his eyes.
Tsumei could see. The demonic sword was a demonic sword, but the soul that dwelled within it definitely awoke and brought her to her senses.
The sign that had only been faint was now revealing itself clearly and extremely distinctly.
“Ah.”
A brief sigh came out. However, it wasn’t a breath that harbored feelings of despair or frustration, as it had always been.
Tsumei’s eyes shook again.
Her expression looked like she was about to shed tears any minute, and her mind, which had been complicated like a tangled skein of thread, became clear in an instant.
After a brief hesitation, Tsumei finally reached out her hand.
“Pl, Rügel… ….”
It was the moment when I was about to spit out a wet voice in order to somehow hold on to it, fearing that if this moment was a dream, I would wake up.
[This… ….]
“…… !”
Her nephew, who may still be unconscious due to the aftermath of being sealed for a long time, spoke first.
It does not have a physical body, but conversely, it is a transmission sound that can be resonated because it is in such a mental state.
What shall I say, shall I remember myself?
When she was young, she was a child who used to refer to herself as ‘aunt’, a tickling title she didn’t hate to hear, but did she really forget about her?
Even though he didn’t understand the situation at this moment, Tsumei subconsciously recalled those thoughts.
It doesn’t matter if you forget. It was okay if she didn’t remember.
If she wakes up, that’s enough for her.
Thinking so, Tsumei put an expression of uncontrollable emotion on her face.
[…] … My aunt is an idiot, deaf! Can’t you hear what I’m saying?! He says she’s bleeding right now!!]
“…… !”
I had to shake my shoulders involuntarily at the sound of the girl’s voice, which resonated throughout the basement immediately after.
Flinch!
Only then did her cloudy eyes return to normal.
It was a bit forced, but it was definitely effective.
Shaking her head vigorously from side to side, she looks away.
With a slight frown between his brows, Tsumei recognized the reality that he almost forgot about for a moment.
“…… Ah.”
In other words, she confirmed the image of Dante crossing the river of the underworld in real time.
Tsumei’s lips were squeezed, and a voice mixed with embarrassment flowed out.
What is it? What’s the situation?
Why is he fainting, why is he holding on to him, and what is the sound of her nephew’s voice that she just heard?
‘This is, uh, so… ….’
Things progressed quickly, before her head could catch up with the development.
Flugel’s voice rang once again from afar.
[Saint, hurry up! That stupid aunt is no help, so you’ll have to step in. Do you still have divine power?]
“…… Of course.”
[Ah, I’ll pick you up too!]
Beatrice Louise, the saintess of the Divine Church, holding her breath as if slightly exhausted, pulled out her demonic sword and then approached Tsumei.
Tsumei looked at Beatrice, the magic sword, and Dante alternately with her blank eyes, but still couldn’t catch her spirit.
Since Dante suddenly collapsed, spitting blood, the situation had gone far beyond her awareness.
“…… Hmm.”
Beatrice walked with a limp and looked at Tsumei’s expression for a while, then she let go of her remaining guard and began to look at Dante’s condition.
Reaching out her hand and grasping her veins, she checks to see if there are any traumas that she doesn’t know about, and finally pours her divine power into Dante’s body.
Paaa…….
The lightly sparkling golden divine power was definitely worthy of being called the power of a goddess.
The pale complexion quickly returned to normal, and breathing soon subsided regularly.
The recovery went smoothly.
At least it didn’t seem necessary to imagine a bad ending.
“… ….”
It was only then that Tsumei was able to look at the situation straight again.
I paradoxically reached a state where I could make the right decision because my mind, which had been confused right before, was shocked once.
The more calm blue eyes began to slowly scan the surroundings.
Looking at Dante. Look at Beatrice.
I looked at their reactions, looked at their attitudes, and organized the current situation more objectively.
It was not difficult to draw conclusions.
‘…… There was a misunderstanding.’
The confusion was still there, but the indications of the situation were clear nonetheless.
Flugel has awakened.
The awakening of Flügel, who had been waiting for a long time but still couldn’t find a way, came true.
The various problems that occurred during the process were probably not as serious as he thought.
There was deception, but no evil spirit.
It seems that there are many facts that need to be known more.
‘This feeling.’
Above all, there was an unpleasant feeling in her body that she shouldn’t have been in right now.
Her head turned slowly.
The one looking is Flugel. In other words, it is a magic sword.
[Hey, what are you looking at? Am i so happy To the point where I can’t even speak properly.]
The voice of her nephew, her sonorous voice, was scolding her like she was prodding her. However, Tsumei was so hardened that she couldn’t even recognize her heartbreak.
The reason is not different.
Things presumed to be the cause of everything that has never been seen, has never been seen, including ten years and decades ago.
‘Instrument(惡气)… ….’
Tsumei touched her forehead.
She finally realized it.
Bahamut’s runaway, Celine’s runaway, the fundamental cause that continued from the downfall of his people in the past and threatened even Flügel.
No, the culprit.
Nothing else.
The reason why even the dragon’s eyes couldn’t figure out the culprit was because the source was the devil’s power.
If the devil decides to hide it, it is the energy of the dark world, where it is not easy to notice its existence unless it is the power of the goddess of conflict.
The few remaining instruments were slowly dispersing, bound by the holy woman’s divine power.
“…… Under.”
Tsumei let out a laugh.
I was filled with a feeling of collapse in the already complex inner thoughts.
No matter what means, the cause could not be found.
For ten years because of that, I suffered from a terrible sense of helplessness.
At this moment, I realized the reason.
The death of Celine, the day of Gaebyeok, the extinction of the dragon and the disappearance of the dragon.
What was hidden behind all of that?
I thought I could figure it out now.
‘Dare.’
A lot.
Tsumei gnashed his teeth. True to name and reality, an expression of anger and resentment that could not be concealed appeared on her face.
It was at that time that Flugel, who was chattering alone, shut his mouth for a moment.
[…] … Uh, well aunt. Are my words offended? Wasn’t that too spoiled?]
At her reaction, Tsumei reflexively paused and groped her face.
I couldn’t manage my expression properly for a moment. Apparently, Flugel read my feelings and made a misunderstanding.
As Tsumei’s eyes subsided with a mysterious light again, Flügel continued her words in amazement.
[No, that’s it. Because my aunt is so hot, she gets a fever. Of course I’m not serious, hmmm.]
“… ….”
[And, apparently, there seems to be some misunderstanding between them. Even after all this, I was still conscious, so I quickly kindly explained the situation for her stupid aunt…….]
It was also about that.
Tsumei didn’t listen to Flugel’s words properly in the first place, and finally she couldn’t stand it and stretched out her hand.
[Ah, wait! Explain, explain!]
What else did Flugel think of that touch, though he flinched back and tried to run away.
Took…….
[Uh, huh?]
In the first place, Tsumei’s purpose was not to punish Flügel or to get angry at rude words.
Flugel was taken aback by the sudden gentle caress of the tip of his sword.
Inside the jewel, the confined Flügel’s consciousness captured the outside scene in the form of a video.
[…] … Aunt?]
My mother’s most trusted kinsman, whom I remember seeing as a child.
Gold Dragon Tsumei was holding the blade of his current body, the demonic sword.
It’s an extremely complex and disturbing expression.
Nevertheless, it was clearly relieved.
“Thank God.”
Tsumei spat out a short word. There was nothing more to say.
I just hugged the blade with my small body and stroked it again.
Kashimo dying in the background lol