486 481. Improvisational dreams.txt (1/2)

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”--shudder (...) --

”I wonder what this is: .......

”I feel a vibration (hoarse).

Like a rumbling of the earth, both scaffolding and body shake and then reverberate in my ears.

It's a cheer, I knew at once.

A thousand years ago and even today, I had heard it so many times that it was familiar to my ears.

In my triumphant return as a 'hero', I always--

Hail, Lord!

Lord!

Ah, our Lord!

'O proud dragon king!

They were greeted with single-minded cheers and applause.

-- somehow.

In front of me, there were over a hundred 'Dragon People' (Dragon Newt).

All the roars were folded together, praising a single name.

And in the back of the group, a series of black stone structures that were more familiar than their voices.

Looking up at the sky, the cliffs that narrowed the sky of dark clouds rose at both ends.

--When did I know.

I was standing on my home turf.

Without a doubt, this is the hidden village of the ”dragon man” (Dragon Newt) that lurks in the valley.

The clan was all together in the central square of the village, generating a small but massive cheer.

And they were all cheering at me, standing in front of the biggest house in the village.

Why?　Before I could even think about it, a 'dragon man' (dragonette) came out of the entrance of the mansion and stood next to me.

She was an older, younger woman, wearing multiple layers of the village's traditional folk costume. It was thick as armor, but she walked dainty and soft, with no lack of movement.

The cheers increased when a woman with the face of Snow and Titi appeared.

It seems she is the head of the village and the king.

''--Gentlemen, you're all waiting. Let's have another day.

One word, the queen trembled in her throat.

Then, all of the gathered 'dragonites' (Dragon Newt) responded with even louder cheers, and then quickly dispersed.

Each of them busily moved around the village and began to work as if they were setting up a camp on the battlefield.

--impossible.

All of my kindred that I should have eaten to death were alive and working briskly.

They looked a little older than they did then, but I couldn't mistake them for anyone else.

And standing next to me now is my cousin (Ane) 'Lord', who has grown up to be a fine cousin (Lord).

As her name suggests, she had become the queen of her village.

However, that would contradict history in many ways.

--What happened to the 'Evil Dragon (Fafner)' ceremony?

As I was looking around my village wondering that, a ”Dragon Newt” suddenly shouted out.

''General, sir!　I'm decorating it as instructed, but is this how it should look!

That gaze is directed at me.

Immediately, the 'King Dragon (Lord)' next to me speaks to me in a whisper.

I've been called in. The head of the Filion family,

”...... Oh, yeah. ...... general, I wonder what it is. Me.

When I replied shortly while trembling, 'King Dragon (Lord)' was a little worried, then chuckled.

''That's ...... a raw reply. Does that mean you don't want to reply unless you properly call me 'Queen Protecting Ji Ryu (Queen Fillion)'?　You're still selfish and greedy, as always. But that was still a little embarrassing, so let's hold off. A little later.

Like a childhood friend who has been with me for many years, the 'King Dragon (Lord)' speaks in a friendly manner. Then, instead of me, he turns to the 'Dragon Man (Dragon Newt)' who shouted and asked me earlier, ”That's fine! I replied.

.............

Apparently, this is how the relationship works.

The place is my hometown, but in a time and environment completely unknown to me.

Completely, the ritual has been 'never happened'.

With that assumption in mind, I proceeded to observe the village and found things that hadn't been there in the past being added to it.

At the far end of the dragon village, an unfamiliar path stretched out.

It's rough, but the valley has been gouged out and a new 'connection' with the outside world has been created.

I saw that the path was also decorated, and I let my doubts escape me.

'What the hell is that ......?'

”What in the world is ...... going to do to prepare to welcome your friends Titty and the Ides, right?　But even though they are friends, they are both important people from other hidden villages. We must entertain them with a banquet.

If you ask them, they will answer you.

When I continued to answer my question with a raw ”I see” when I learned that he was interacting with other villages, my cousin Ane said with a smile I've never seen on her face, ”It's just that even though she's your friend, she misses Titi more than I do,” she said proudly. It's a shame that you've managed to attract a beautiful woman out there,” he said proudly.

Titi hasn't become a 'ruling king (Lord)'.

Is it because I haven't raided and crushed the villages of other ”demons”?

So my cousin calls himself the Lord of the North and the boundary war itself doesn't happen?

What a convenient, dreamlike story.

My voice starts to tremble.

'Mi, what's going on in the south at ......?'

'South?　Our guest from the south already arrived yesterday, didn't he?　What's really going on?　You made that for me, and I'm sure you cherish that too.

Saying that, my cousin pointed to it.

Beyond that was the largest black house in the village.

In front of the mansion of the Filion family where I was born, a group of people who weren't 'Dragon Newt' had gathered in front of it.

''See. Helmina Neysha has been searching for the Filion family's documents all this time, hasn't she?　And your two apprentice kids, too. ...... That boy especially misses you, doesn't he? You haven't forgotten him, have you?

Perhaps, but a group of people were sent to investigate the history of the local peoples.

Among them was a boy with habitual blond hair.

I met his clear blue eyes.

The boy rushed over to me while raising his hand and shouting.

''Ah!　Fillion!　So this family morning meeting thing is finally over!　So, I'm sorry to bother you, but I need a few minutes of your time!　I just wanted to know something!

Fah, Fafner: ......

I spilled the boy's name.

His voice has been trembling the whole time.

''Yes, about that 'Evil Dragon (Fafner)'!　The ancient literature on the 'dragon race' and the 'winged race' is thin on the theological elements that I like: ....... What the heck, the rituals of The Evil Dragon (Fafner) clearly described the existence of God!　It's more interesting than any of the literature!　So, if possible, I'd like to hear a lot of things from Fillion's mouth!

...... I really, really miss him. How so?

'I miss ......?　Yeah, I get that a lot. But I just respect you. Because I want to be a 'person' like you.

Like me?　That's why, why (・・・・)--

'Why?　That's a given!　Because you (・・・・)--

I couldn't take it anymore.

The whole time I felt my blood and soul boiling, I could hear the vibration (voice) from my back telling me not to go along with the farce.

Then, from the depths of his soul, another memory from a thousand years ago came up.

Stimulated by the 'dream' shown to me now, I remember the same scene in 'reality' -

A thousand years ago.

A ghost-mixed boy and I were traveling together.

Walking through the hellish northern continent were two people who had escaped from the 'Worst Experimental Place'.

The 'demon' Serdra, the evil dragon of the hidden village in the north.

Fafner the Fiend, the ghost of Fania in the south.

They were born out of the accumulation of blood, the two masterpieces, and they traveled freely under the guise of the person they wanted to be.

In that journey, just as in the earlier ”Dream”, I would often say to the boy, ”Seldra-san! I was called out in a stretched voice with a pause, and I was rushed over and over again.

It really was many times.

For example, one night.

We were camped out in the wilderness, and the two of us were having a sleepless rest between fires.

I listened. In the course of our chit chat, I said very lightly, ”I miss you,” and he quickly replied, ”Because I want to be a 'person' like you.

For some reason, I was admired.

I was always being looked at with shining eyes by juniors who were born similar to me.

However, the me of a thousand years ago always looked away.

I would ”run away” from him, not receiving his words properly, and would repeatedly reply, ”I don't want any compliments. But that guy just kept biting back, ”I really want to be like you! I talk about it.

His enthusiasm got the better of me once, and I heard the rest of the story.

'Like me?　Why is that (・・・・)--

'Why?　That's a given!　Because you (・・・・)--

Whether it's a 'dream' or a 'reality', the same response will continue to be given.

This boy is completely unchanged.

No matter where he goes, no matter what.

No matter where he goes, no matter what happens to him, he is not born, nor is he doomed, nor is his environment.

It's just one person, one 'person', this me--.