(EP.454)Always Honey Color #3
taken from noblemt l
Gaiden – Everyday is always honey colored #3
Elgar has been grunting since morning.
“You decided to plan a honeymoon destination again today. He said he will tell you where the zoo is with a monster that says something like a platypus.”
A few weeks after the wedding. We couldn’t go on our honeymoon because we had a lot to deal with.
This is because the young girls are too busy with their respective responsibilities, and I too have too many things to deal with while going back and forth between the church and the court.
In particular, it’s safe to say that I haven’t even started talking with the denomination, so I also suffered from a lot of work.
The high priests of the denomination wanted to hear from me about stories or explanations about how the sacred power of the Gwangyeomgyo priests began to diminish here and there.
I thought that when my daily life returned, I would only feel comfortable and comfortable. Human work is not predictable.
So, there are a lot of fun things, though.
still. It is true that the honeymoon days with young girls are being pushed back, which is quite unfortunate for me and for the young girls.
Elgar continued.
“Again, this afternoon, he agreed to look after Leonoi with me. Do you know how important a father’s role is to a child’s development? I don’t know? ok?”
Elgar kept murmuring whether I was too fond of going to the woods or the mountains. Leonoi’s name here. Your heart is like a spider’s bite.
ㅡHyo… !
It was a real bite.
I read the Bael in my heart and said,
“I’ll be back soon today. Don’t worry, I’ll be back before dinner at the latest.”
“Puck. You say that every day and then you go to sleep for a few days.”
dumbfounded. dumbfounded.
Where Elgar’s usual cool personality went, these days she grunted like a scoundrel. Does it change when you get married? Suddenly, a story like that comes to mind.
When a man and a woman marry each other.
Men think women will not change, but women are changing. A story about a woman who gets married believing that a man will change, but a man does not change.
Is it the same for Elgar?
Of course I am too. Even though I got married, my way of dealing with young children hasn’t changed much. Still, he has his own wisdom. such as something like this.
“Then, when I come back this time, I will definitely see the cat together.”
“What… !?”
Elgar with her hair upright. She immediately looked around and looked at the other young girls, and spoke in a small but clear protest.
“… Hey, how do you say that in front of everyone? !”
“… what?”
What’s wrong with seeing cats? I couldn’t understand it, but Elgar immediately coughed and slapped me on the back with her palm.
“I don’t know. Goodbye or not!”
He wanted to quickly turn his head, but then he held out the Leonoi he was holding in his arms to me.
“Leonoi, you should say hello to Dad.”
“Girl.”
“Leonoi, I’ll go.”
I looked at the child’s hand passing my finger. Then a small maple-like hand gripped my finger tightly.
ok ok.
Is the grip strength stronger than I expected because the blood of the Lioness family overflows with vitality? My heart is full for nothing.
“I will be back.”
It’s nice to have a place to return to after leaving the road. my family. my sweet home. I went out on the road as I was greeted by the young girls.
“then.”
“Oh, wait!”
As I was about to leave the road, Stella hurriedly approached me waving her hand.
“Taeoh-kun, the ruins were revealed in the forest we were going to today. If possible, please check the age of the ruins! I’ll bring you some reference materials!”
“Remains?”
When I asked, Stella said.
“The ruins of an ancient fairy empire. There were some rumors It was like a ghost story about finding people speaking an unfamiliar language in the forest… .”
Then Narmi intervenes.
“Tae-oh, buy my souvenirs when you come!”
Mirna stabs Narmi’s side like that.
“Narmi, Sir Tae-oh is not going to play.”
It’s good that everyone is buzzing. Is it the Queen who is busy taking care of state affairs that is not present?
Having the world’s busiest wife has its own difficulties – half joking and half serious I embarked on an adventure after a long absence.
* * *
The magic of this world began to decline.
Because I defeated the god of light flames. Actually, it’s better to say that it wasn’t really defeated, but that it inflicted a wound so intense that it couldn’t be healed.
Although my father Isaiah is sitting on that throne and looking down on the world. Its lifespan is said to be at most a hundred years.
“A hundred years.”
365 days multiplied by 100.
A period of farewell that humans prepare to say goodbye to magic.
It seems long if you think about it that way. Considering that my father and I have only 100 years to spend together, it seems very short.
Is it natural for a son to want his parents to live in good health for a thousand or ten thousand years? It’s my first time being a son, so it’s pretty confusing.
silkygoat was the goat. cry
No, this is not the time to talk like this.
The reason I suddenly brought up the story of magic is that fantasy and miracles only began to take place in an age when magic was in decline.
The god of light and the miracles that were suppressed by the denomination. Ruins with ancient mysteries and dreamlike secret forest paradises have been revealed all over the world.
The world where magic is dying out finally becomes a fantasy. It’s ironic.
That was then.
“Ah-! Here is a strange stone… ! From the sight of me, the scarlet armband Imp Tar’tar, this must have been the runes of the ancient fairy empire… !”
Imp Tartar, who was walking ahead, picks up a stone and shouts. Soon the other party, who had been scouring the bushes here and there, picked up something one by one and shouted.
“That honey fist Punchnoy must have found a tall mushroom… ! Just looking at the brilliance of this mushroom… !”
“Punchnoy, to this ditch nymph machinoi, it’s not a tall mushroom, it’s a truffle… ! Truffles are so precious that they are called black diamonds… .”
“Ah-! Unless you’re a tall mushroom, you don’t need such a nymphopathic tasteless mushroom… !”
swish.
Punchnoy throws the truffle in his hand on the floor. Marmar picks it up and puts it in a sack.
“Hey, truffles!”
swish.
Marmar kept putting mushrooms around, which the nymphs were starting to throw away.
“This is a matsutake mushroom. This is Notari. This is enoki mushroom, this is… . After this, I will become rich in mushrooms!”
bob boong boong.
Beside Marmar wagging her tail, Imps with large sacks are frantically digging for mushrooms and herbs. Imps work hard without wasting a day like today.
By the way.
Is this correct?
I said.
“Marmar, we didn’t just come looking for mushrooms. You’re here to find tall mushrooms. Time will pass by if we only dig up other mushrooms like this.”
Lunchtime is already approaching. We haven’t even gotten close to the ruins where tall mushrooms have been found. If you stay like this, you’ll end up with a bunch of other mushrooms.
When I spoke nervously, Marmar came to her senses as well.
“It did! Reminds me of the old days when I was homeless in a hut or in the woods, stop it, hehe.”
Marmar smiles innocently. Marmar said that when the monastery where he lived long ago was dismantled, he spent a lot of time homeless in forests and fields.
Even after becoming the president of a tall building company, the memories of homelessness at that time seem to remain vividly. Marmar said.
“No, by the way. There are so many mushrooms here! I have never seen a forest with so many mushrooms!”
“That’s right.”
It was just as Marmar said.
Located south of Monarch City, this ancient forest was full of huge giant sequoia trees.
Even though it is near noon on a spring day, it is dark somewhere because of the tall trees. Still, it felt more mysterious than gloomy.
The flowers, mushrooms, and pebbles shone in colorful colors, just as the sun would seep into the deep sea when the sun was shining through the leaves from time to time.
It would have been better if I had come with my wives. I’ll come with you later.
Anyway.
Since there are so many mushrooms in the forest, it wouldn’t be strange if there was such a thing as a ‘tall mushroom’.
If you go deeper into the valley, it seems that there is a magical and mysterious crane that is said to give birth to a child. I’ll have to meet the crane and tell him how to make a bunch of little fairy princesses.
Hi-Hi.
It felt like that when I was walking through the forest. An imp, who was digging a lot of mushrooms, shouted.
“Everyone is looking here… !”
There was a small stone statue where the imp pointed. It is a stone statue, and it is full of dirt and dust, but it has a round shape. What if a human face is engraved on a big thumb?
Something came to mind, so I opened the old book Stella had been carrying.
It is said that about a thousand years ago, in this forest, there was an ancient fairy empire that developed brilliantly. A guy called the Emperor of Qinshi, who was studying immortality, was ruling this area.
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Could this be the trace of the ruins? I heard that ‘Nymph Island’, a national treasure of Angmar and depicting ancient nymphs, was also found in this area.
Stella is happy with this kind of story again. It would have been nice to have come with you, but it’s a pity that Stella was also busy with the Belhawk family’s work.
I thought that Stella would like it, so I looked around to see if I could find more similar traces around here.
Then all the Imps who were digging for mushrooms report that they have found similar stone statues here and there. It wasn’t just that. We could find a high and steep cliff and a cave in the gap.
A cave full of crystals.
Someone moves in the light that seems to seduce a fairy.
“This punchnoy… , I hear a voice calling from beyond the cave… ! I can feel the warm energy just like Master… !”
Punchnoy led the way into the cave. Soon the other imps enter the large cave as if possessed by something.
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Contrary to what I thought it would be gloomy and dark, the inside of the cave was full of shining crystals, so it was as pretty as a decorated museum.
“These pretty crystals would be a good thing to use as a bracelet of tartar… !”
“Garle, gnarle-!”
“Ah-! Gargar is trying to eat the crystal… !”
All the imps and nymphs were busy chatting while looking at the crystals as colorful as jewels. I feel good because everyone seemed to be in a good mood.
I need to bring a few and take care of my wives. These are crystals that look perfect for processing into jewelry, necklaces, or earrings.
It was time to spread out the sacks and put the pretty crystals one by one. All of a sudden, all the crystals vibrated and started to glow more and more with a strange feeling.
“what?”
We all lost our words and stopped our actions at the beautiful and majestic sight. Then someone pokes me in the side.
“Marmar, why?”
“It’s not that, there’s a strange nymph in our party!?”
“A strange nymph? Punchnoy?”
“No, we. There were ten people when we left. So now there are eleven. Looks like someone joined our ranks along the way… .”
It was a time when I was wondering what Marmar was talking about.
Soon I was able to meet a nymph, who, as Marmar said, had voluntarily joined our ranks.
The guy was unusually a nymph with short black hair. It’s strange that the clothes are similar to Hanbok-style clothes made of plain burlap.
“what.”
a stranger nymph A black-haired nymph surrounded by other imps and nymphs found me and opened his mouth.
“–.”
what language? It was the first language I heard. He kept muttering for a while. There were no nymphs or imps who could understand the story.
“This black nymph, no one knows where he came from… ?”
“It didn’t exist until the mushroom was mined… !”
“It must have been the nymph I met in the cave… ! A nymph who has joined our ranks at will… !”
“———.”
“This body tartar has no idea what he is talking about… !”
When everyone feels puzzled, only the punch noise of a honey fist is “Ugh, somewhere… .” He just said a little bit as if he was pointing something out.
“Well.”
Recognizing something, I handed the paper and pen to this grotesque black nymph. I have the strange eyes 《Ship-Lian》.
Even if you don’t know the language you hear, you can interpret the language you see. But strangely, this black-haired nymph tilted his head at the pen and paper as if he were seeing it for the first time.
“… … ?”
wiggle, wiggle.
“Writing.”
When I pretended to write something down with paper and pen, the black-haired nymph grabbed the pen and the paper and wrote something down.
swish.
When I saw it all, it felt like my hair was standing on a stand somewhere.
On the paper it was written:
“The outsider. Is Emperor Jinshinoi still alive in the outside world?”
“Is the Nymphophobic forced labor law still enforced in the outside world?”