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Youth☆ Marine Military Academy (3)
John was alone for a long time.
‘Let’s talk for a minute.’
‘What?’
At least he thought so.
‘Only the two of us. No, three. right now.’
It was a reasonable calculation. The man was an orphan, abandoned as soon as he was born.
All his life, he did not even know his parents’ faces, let alone their voices.
To be honest, I didn’t even want to know.
Until she met Josefina, she wandered around the country without a map or a piece of land on which to lay her head.
It was just a day to day life.
The Penetian New Kingdom was a closed and secretive country as a whole.
Too bad he was only a child, I don’t know what the fly’s life would have been like had he been abandoned when he was older.
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Or if the etheric awakening had been a little later. Or if he had manifested as a priest.
Every day was a perilous journey.
‘quickly.’
‘Sir Langbuye.’
‘Dare you put your hand on someone’s body-‘
‘It’s about the king. The reason is last night.’
“·················ogue.”
After losing a loved one and losing the village he had settled in, John wandered again.
This time with Jericho’s young son.
He could do anything for the child.
My life didn’t matter at all.
The man treated himself only as a tool to save Herit.
It was a terrible luxury to enjoy pleasure or fun along the way.
It was the same with the imaginary words such as love and friendship.
He couldn’t be allowed to do that.
The warmth of a disciple could not stay for long.
If it’s still a good life, there’s no way it would have started so harshly from the beginning.
– click
visit was held.
I heard the sound of breathing and expected it, but the customer was really unexpected.
“······majesty.”
“I’m sorry since early morning, Taesa.”
In the hallway of the allotted dormitory, a huge old man was standing with a slender wizard supported.
At first glance, François was already unconscious.
The flowing brown hair brushed his lashes several times.
John looked behind him silently.
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On one of the beds at either end of the room, the wizard Djibril Dioff was crouched asleep.
The smell of cheap alcohol wafted from his body, from where he got it and drank it.
Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t bring students here.
“I have no one to ask for but you. The children are sure to be amazed and perplexed.”
“·················ogue.”
“I decided to go hunting. Wouldn’t someone have to feed the children here safely?”
The old man said in a bitter voice.
John looked down at his wrist, where Christel’s hand had touched.
And I slowly opened my eyes.
“Is it that time?”
“I know too. I thought so.”
Ancestor Gukseo, Stanislas’ eyebrows were sadly wrinkled and then bloomed for a while.
François Duhemt said that he gets very sick at this time of year every year.
In the middle of winter, there is no hope anywhere in the world.
It was the season when he lost his parents and younger brother, completed funeral and inheritance proceedings, and became marquis at the age of nineteen.
John heard the story from my lord.
However, as much as the series of suffering the Marquis must have suffered, he could only vaguely guess.
So it was silent for a while. The old man smiled softly at him.
“Aren’t you the same age as François, are you?”
“It’s five years apart.”
“I wasn’t talking about numbers. It’s all about the things that have been piling up in my mind.”
At that sentence, I was speechless for an instant. John had never met an adult in his life.
Nogong added in a polite and kind voice.
“I heard your story from Aurelie. You say that my daughter trusts you very much.”
“… I have the medicine, too, but it would be more convenient for me to take care of the patient.”
‘That’s right, then.’ The Sword Master nodded meekly.
After taking some medicine from his luggage, John quickly pulled François, who was almost lying on the shoulder of the old man, and carried it.
He insisted on saying it was okay over and over again, but he politely refused.
Stanislas was the father of those whom John was loyal, and a man whom the obedient respected.
And caring for the sick was nothing to the cardinal.
-Tump, Todd, Todd…
The two of them walked along the hallway of dawn with a patient.
A few candlesticks swayed along the dark road.
It was a light that seemed to go out at any moment.
“François volunteered. Frederic and Caroline stopped them, but they didn’t listen.”
“·················ogue.”
Even though he knew he was going to be sick, it was the way the wizard accompanied him to the northern part of this place.
John silently looked ahead and walked.
“He said he was really good this year, and he said he wasn’t going to get seriously ill.”
“·················ogue.”
“If anything happens, I will come back to Yeri at once with the prince and children. So there’s nothing to worry about. How could the emperor hold out when his subjects insisted like that?”
It was like a single sigh. There was no conversation between the two again.
The paladin thought about a wizard who did not value his own life.
-Pumpkin, squash, squash…
“Tassa. Do you know what the sword Durandal is made of?”
Suddenly, the old man asked a question. John looked at him silently.
Durandal was the sword of Emperor Frederic and a historical treasure of the Lister family.
“I do not know.”
“It’s called Uncheol. It was literally the material that the Lord gave from heaven.”
It was a distant voice, as if telling an old story. The paladin moved without expression the whole time.
“As a sword master, I have never defeated Frederic, who wields a meteorite. Not because it’s my daughter, but because Durandal is so tough. That’s why everyone calls it ‘The Emperor’s First Sword’. It is a great weapon that has not been broken even with dozens of emperors.”
“·················ogue.”
“But you are human.”
Startle. The center of the mint-colored eyes widened. The old man stood still for a moment.
John stopped half a step before him and looked back at him.
A pair of eyes of different colors were carefully examining the inside of the man.
“Not a sword, but a person who breaks when wielded and bleeds when injured.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
no. I know the truth.
“In the hills, I heard the princess baby take you and Cedric. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, so please understand.”
The old man smiled mischievously.
Indeed, ‘The Great Twilight Companion’ was an unusual adult.
He was sincere and patient.
John remembered the words Christel had shot at me that day.
‘The king is afraid of us.’
‘Ha, the more I think about it, the more disturbing it is to hear about this from Djibril Dioff.’
‘We have absolutely no intention of doing that, but on the contrary, it seems that the king is feeling pressure because of us. Please don’t say no, both of you.’
The blue eyes were vivid as if they could be grasped by hand.
When she spoke like that, John would feel the wick in his chest soften.
He was a strict teacher, but he might be weak in some aspects of his disciples.
‘First John Sam.’
‘Me?’
‘yes. Sam was wrong too, honestly. Come to think of it, yes Why doesn’t Sam talk about Sam?’
“You said you weren’t talking about yourself.”
“·················ogue.”
John exercised his right to remain silent.
‘Do you need my story?’
‘We need it. The king absolutely needs it. We’re friends!’
‘··········.’
‘I’m not asking you to say something difficult. Johan Sam tastes, Johan Sam hates, Johan Sam wants to buy. There is such a thing.’
‘But that doesn’t matter.’
‘Ouch!’
“Tassa. There is no one in the world who is not important.”
“no. There is such a thing.”
“To Herit?”
I shut my mouth at the sudden name. John bit his stiff tongue.
how······.
“Are you unimportant to that lovely child?”
“·················ogue.”
“Yeah, no. You know best.”
The old man’s beard moved softly. It was a smiling face.
He started to walk forward again, haphazardly.
The cardinal followed half a beat late.
Fever was gradually dropping from the sleeping François’ forehead.
At some point they entered the hallway where the health room was located.
“As an old man with children and grandchildren, I would dare ask one question.”
“·················ogue.”
“Are you going to tie the world of Herit to you alone?”
“·················ogue.”
John immediately looked up at Stanislas. This was the first question I had ever heard in my life.
His gentle, unparalleled eyes were the only thing that contained him.
The darkness in the hallway could not swallow the old man, and he backed away.
“As you know, children grow up in the blink of an eye. Like bamboo shoots after rain. And a growing child needs the nourishment of an adult. The world of the guardians is beautiful, and the more you are, the better. However······.”
Finally, the two slowly stopped in front of the infirmary.
“Herit will love your world. Because I love you.”
“·················ogue.”
At those words, I cried and my throat was locked. Stanislas concluded his speech calmly.
“So take care of it. your world too. If I can’t do it for you yet, it’s for the sake of my precious child.”
“·················ogue.”
“I will never regret it. My promise.”
The old man whispered cautiously and opened the door to the infirmary so the two of them could enter.
Then he took something out of his pocket and put it in the pocket of John’s white robe.
The man tightened his fiery eyes and looked down at it.
“·················ogue.”
It was a bouquet of dried roses.
When John found the mist flower hiding as white as his son’s hair, Stanislas had already left the hallway.
*
·······Jesse Jung, you crazy. Seriously awesome idiot.
How can I forget this?
You said you forgot after a year of seeing how sick you were?
No matter how crazy I’ve been, does this make sense?
“Aren’t you supposed to go back to the military camp?”
The tense voice cracked.
I pulled up a small chair and sat in front of Francois’s bed.
Luckily I don’t have a fever now, but my body is limp and I feel a little dizzy.
In my own words, compared to last year, it was a light level.
But it was never okay. never.
“Ahh. Please don’t even think about kicking me out, guild chief.”
“How can you send a patient alone in such a cold and harsh place? Even if you send it, someone will have to accompany you, so discuss it with other guild members……”
“I will be here.”
Said the wizard with a dazzling smile.
Moist, pale pink eyes stared straight at me.
Coffee-like hair drew cute latte art on a milky pillow.
I was at a loss for words for a moment, and my lips twitched.
You shouldn’t be weak by this, damn it…
“It’s because I’m worried about Francois.”
“I also can’t leave because I’m worried about you. That’s all.”
“·················ogue.”
There was such a sincerity in those whispers that I couldn’t say anything more.
Instead, he lifted his head and looked up at Herrit’s father. He looked a little different today.
Did you get a good night’s sleep without morning practice? I’d be happy if that was the case.
“Sir John, please take care of François. Princess Antoinette said that she should drink a lot of warm water at the plate…”
“Five. Sir Haynes is reliable. Aren’t you the father of my lovely grandson?”
“It is, but… Yes?”
Wait, what?
“What did I hear now?”
It felt like my eyes were about to pop out with springs on them.
is this real
“Ha ha ha ha ha.”
“No, not a lie, the truth? Aren’t you kidding me?”
‘Sir John!’ I pulled at his collar with a puzzled face.
He gave his characteristic elegant smile, but didn’t respond.
Uh, can I like you? Is it real?
“Is François really Godfather Herritt?”
– Deen…!
At that moment, a loud and loud bell rang outside.
I frowned for a moment, then opened my mouth.
“Hey, the first class starts!”
“this.”
Wow, that’s a tidbit. I was supposed to help train the students, but I’m late from the first day!
“I will go! Please tell me later!”
I put some bread in the side table basket in my mouth and ran madly into the hallway.
My head was already dyed white with embarrassment and shame.
Crazy, I’ve never been late for school! no!