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Grand bonfire flame, the bell tower in distant place resounds an intermittent melodious ding, fills in the dead chrysanthemum delicate fragrance in whole city, St. Sunil starts to be covered by dim illusion smog, proliferates the flame of entire city as if to resist gradually the deep curtain of night, under all over the sky the star light, has made a brilliance of city.
This makes people think that became the dark age of legend, remembers that decision human destiny Second Development-- in dark chaos magic tide, the ancestors also once ignited the giant bonfire like today, is similar to raises up the lighthouse in the darkness, directs to close up to oneself in the compatriots of magic tide deep place wrong path?
Perhaps this is also the Anling festival night must ignite the bonfire another concealed significance.
Looks flame that rocks at present, listening to the etiquette officer to read out the long calming the spirits prayer in the one side, Wales? Moren unemotionally is being silent, this Ainz nominal ruler like the outsider stands, in this cherishes the memory in the garden of Moren ancestor, leaps point point spark to fluctuate to jump before him since the bonfire, rides the transpiration hot blast to fly to the dark dim light of night, gradually and late autumn starry sky fuses together, in that nighttime sky, he can't see Charlie? Moren-- his remote and strange bloodlines ancestor-- face.
A leisurely sound of footsteps from behind transmits, this reaches middle-age the crown prince to feel suddenly did not have the auspicious tranquil feeling of reason to cover own body and mind, he shot a look at to wipe in the brilliance that in the air appeared, then has turned the head, therefore saw has worn Veronica of white long skirt? Moren is standing in own side.
In this Saintess Princess chest front, a white little flower is in full bloom under nourishing of Holy Light, is holy and beautiful.
„Elder brother, good evening.” On the Veronica face is bringing that as if forever the invariable indifferent to fame or gain smile, raises slightly to say slightly.
„Veronica......” Wales? Some Moren accidental/surprised places look own this talent younger sister, „shouldn't you in the cathedral prayer?”
„Today is the Anling festival, Royal Father leaves the first Anling festival after world,” Veronica said lightly, „Lord will forgive.”
This saying not in textbook like outside person eyes reverent „Saintess Princess” can say, but Wales? Moren knows own this younger sister since childhood performance not with average man, she always has oneself idea, moreover always some innumerable ingenious reasons come to appear logical by oneself behavior, therefore his slightly nodded, again has not asked one.
After the awkward moment is silent, Wales opens the mouth to say on own initiative: „Victoria Duchess has come, she said something to me.”
„You must become King.”
Wales is somewhat surprised: „How do you know?”
„It is not difficult to guess, the choice that the situation so, regent government Duke can carry on are not many, but today is the Anling festival, in front of the ancestors, she you told that these are just appropriate,” Veronica was saying calmly, then bent the waist slightly, „elder brother, congratulates you.”
Wales slightly cannot look up knit the brows, he wants to listen is not this, he looks at the eye of Veronica, that eye brings to make the faint smile that one trusts as always gently, is in his eyes, that eye actually probably with, the lifelike sham that the gem carves general-- magnificent, happy, is lifeless, that is one type not only harmless and does not have the well-meaning look, this makes him unable to bear turn the head irritably.
As if had felt from nobody this Saintess Princess makings have slightly unusually, everyone treated as the treasure of bestowed by heaven her, treated as the symbols of Ainz all happy spirits, but Wales, when Veronica was very small then the association when was together with this younger sister felt the strangeness that one type did not have the reason, under this strange pressure, he will avoid living alone with Veronica as far as possible on own initiative--, however today is the Anling festival, he did not have any reason to leave the garden ahead of time.
Therefore he can only stay here, and tries to shift the topic: „Heard after the Saint teaches on the army the battlefield, the situation of king is getting better gradually......”
„Also changed for the better to be able with the degree that the Eastern Region rebel army refused to compromise,” Veronica replied, „a large part of reasons that moreover refused to compromise were the weather are changing cold-- winter combat to fight both sides disadvantageous.”
„...... Yes, I have not thought of these,” Wales self-ridicules smiled, „you look, I not suitable, when King, my these cannot think.”
„No person suits since birth, when King, you left Silver Castle to be too long,” Veronica was saying, while looked to the bonfire in garden, after stopping for several seconds, she said as if senseless words suddenly, „...... Bonfire that this year the Anling festival lights, must be more than one time the old times.”
Wales has gawked, immediately responded: „Because of war.”
„Follower of dying will return to the states of various gods, no news all will fall into the Death God mansion, the soul has the respective destination, but the people are willing to believe that the soul that these elapse will tread the flower petal of dead chrysanthemum to go home with the living to gather...... Elder brother, you believe that these souls will come back, moreover visits us in the flame?”
Wales looks to the big fire of high-piled firewood in garden, these bright flame are jumping in the nighttime sky, in the dim curtain that the flame and mist and dust form anything does not have actually, but he cannot bear meet mental association, in mental association these rocking curtains had to reappear in a flash the face of Francis II, that aged King leaned on the scepter, the facial color is looking at itself indifferently, in the line of sight did not have any anticipation.
„I hope that they can rest well in the state of god,” Wales said, and looks to Veronica, „you? As the God of Holy Light live sage, can you see our Royal Father and fellow ancestors in the flame?”
Veronica silent moment, afterward turns around to depart: „My anything cannot see.”
I also Am Wales? Moren said in the heart.
Afterward he raised the head, looks the smog that in the bonfire ascends flutters straightly to the nighttime sky, and more smog fuses in very high very far place together, the smoke of innumerable bonfire have formed giant smoke cloud, the group star gradually blurs.
Under the dim light of night, Cecil city biggest Square Pioneer in the square, the giant bonfire flaming is burning.
The mechanical clock of town center plays the cry eight times, huge modelling can the hand flutter to the bonfire, sprinkles the fire of high-piled firewood the powder that the black stone and hot phosphorus stone mix becomes, along with a slight fulmination, the flame of bonfire suddenly becomes exceptionally bright and grand.
Gathered the crowd by fire of high-piled firewood has voiced resounding cheering, but cheering along with this vibration city, established the large-scale magic circuit terminal in square started, a huge total information projection appeared sky over the square.
The start, is located in other city several square, situated in the peripheral several city and magic circuit terminal on Cecil duchy cross spool thread along the way each town square together.
In that night, almost all people gather by the bonfire, but almost all large-scale bonfires, are located in the square of each cities.
„The miracle of Cecil person's magic” to this already no longer strange, they have not made much ado about nothing, has not dodged startled, the people curiously raised the head, looks that form that in the projection appears gradually.
Gawain? The Cecil form appears on that.
„Citizens, good evening, I am your feudal lords.”
The crowd is somewhat surprised, some people responded, immediately is removing hat in salute to that square in total information image, but some naive children happily yell, has the brave child to point at the total information image: „Look! Feudal lords!!”
The harebrained child received drinking of Sir to stop immediately, the voice of feudal lord continues to convey from the total information projection:
„ Today is the Anling festival, we commemorate the day of person of elapsing. The origin of this holiday, to commemorate an aristocrat, but today, we use it to commemorate our parents brothers, commemorates relatives and friends who we elapse......
In the Pioneer square, Betty watches the present big bamboo basket fire of high-piled firewood, she hears the voice of feudal lord to transmit from behind total information image, calmly is in a daze.
„375 years of early spring, a disaster arrives in old Cecil, countless people left this world on that day......”
Has the mist and dust night wind to blow, from being in a daze awakens Betty, she looks that the surrounding person starts to invest the monopodial branch to the fire of high-piled firewood, then also took up had already prepared the good small branch, went forward several steps, slightly somewhat clumsily has thrown into the branch the fire of high-piled firewood.
The small branch was embezzled quickly then by the flame, some small maid dumbfounded look at these bright flames, in her not really miraculous brains, the beat of each bunch of flame seems changing to a face.
„Mrs. Hansen...... Mrs. Morris...... Uncle Taylor......”
Betty was talking over in a soft voice, was talking over these her once the name that used very big strength finally to remember, then suddenly bent the waist, makes an effort to bow-- with that signboard, as if must throw the general imposing manner to bow oneself.
„I lived!”
A form crosses Betty, that is in the same hand is taking Rebecca of branch, this Cecil Family successor also the branch in the hand throws into the fire, fire of flashing sparkling on her face, this harebrained girl at this moment also rarely is always peaceful, she calmly has stood a meeting, in a soft voice said: „We live 880 people...... The father, I made contribution.”
Hetty does not know when arrived at side Rebecca: „Now all development is very good, Rebecca also grew many......”
In them behind, Gawain's total information projection still floated sky over the square, his sound is vibrating the air, passes on is very very far: „...... To common people who all died unfortunately, wishing your souls to rest, to all the soldiers of sacrifice, I saluted to you...... Wish the deceased to rest, please feel relieved, Cecil will continue to go forward, I promised all of you......
„To all living and dead, good night.”
The total information projection in square vanished gradually, the people are peaceful in solemn and respectful, but in magic circuit control center „telecast hall”, Gawain took a step to go down for collecting the total information image platform.
Amber has collected from side, on this Half-Elf face brings badly to smile: „Your this is departs from the classics and betrays principle one time-- is always the common people commemorates the aristocrat, first time has an aristocrat to go to the commemorating common people to your here, moreover ‚saluting’......”
Gawain shouted the tone slightly: „From now on the future, most at least on the Cecil land, the Anling festival is one thorough, ordinary commemoration day...... Even if studies scholars of history specially, not again rigid from Anling festival initial origin and significance.”
„Therefore your goal really hopes that from now on everybody do not continue to sing and dance celebrates your death anniversary ~~”
Gawain calmly looked seemingly in Amber one of the mouth inexpensive asking for it, actually saw that non- nature of this Half-Elf look deep place.
He asked: „Don't you have the family member to commemorate?”
Amber don't face: „I parents called anything not to know, even did not determine that they died, whom commemorated to go.”
„Your foster father?”
Amber has not spoken, after several seconds of type in a low voice said: „...... He by Thief that the aristocrat issues a warrant for arrest, the death also had been carried out the purification by Holy Light Priest...... In the bonfire of Anling festival...... Where has his position.”
Gawain looks at the side face of Amber, he knows why finally this Half-Elf so rigid will be hostile to all Holy Light Priest.
„Your foster father...... What crime has committed?”
„To look for a book from the church, actually let slip to overturn the local feudal lord to consecrate the candle in church. I had already said that he is an inferior young thief......”
In the room is peaceful for a while, after the silentness of moment, Gawain broke silent: „I do not have the means to reverse that purification, but as the Southern Region ruler, I can pardon your foster father. Does he name?”
Amber is astonished looks at Gawain, then responded: „Surrey...... Did he call Surrey? Randulph......”
Gawain is somewhat surprised: „Does he have the surname?”
„Un, he has the surname, I have asked him, but his anything had not said...... Later I have also investigated the Southern Region many family evolution, had not found this surname.”
„Was this......” Gawain shouted the tone, „perhaps was the aristocrat dependency of decline. In brief, Surrey? Randulph was innocent.”
Remitted unable dead to live, not the soul that can recall perish from the lowest level in country's of dead, but every so often, the people wanted was not the practical significance, but was only one feels relieved.
Gawain has patted the shoulder of Amber gently: „Is also burning while the bonfire, goes quickly.”
The next second, this Half-Elf form then disappeared in the air.
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