200 Nineteen ninety-nine words, "Heroes." (1/2)
Every time the voices of the citizens gathered around the ceremonial platform leaked out, they shook the air and made my skin crawl. I learned for the first time that the voices of people have such mass when they are gathered.
And so, having been born a hero, I will give you a second name - a coat of arms.
Mattia said these words to me as I remained seated on the ceremonial table.
In a moment, the voices became a mass that shook the world again. The voices of the citizens seemed to break the space, filled with all kinds of joyful emotions.
But I, on the other hand, kept my head down, my eyes wide and my cheeks fluttering.
Wait, Mattia. I don't remember hearing or understanding any of that.
--The truth of the world is in the search, and the sigil points to it.
That's one of the clichés of heraldry. The roots of heraldry's maniacal obsession with knowledge and writing lie in the emblems said to have been left by the gods.
Oufru, a god who is said to have once existed, gave people the emblem of truth. By means of this emblem, people gained wisdom, developed reason, and built their culture. Everyone worshipped the emblem given by the god, and respected the knowledge and letters given in the emblem.
However, with the passage of time, knowledge wears out, culture perishes, and worship is lost.
With the passage of time, the meaning of the emblem, which was supposed to be given by the gods, became incomprehensible to everyone. This is why people still fight and live only for their own greed, they, the heraldists, say.
They say that the goal of the heraldists is to restore order to the world by bringing back to human hands once again the truth expressed by the emblems given by God.
Perhaps it is because of this background, but for them, a coat of arms has an irreplaceable meaning.
I have even heard that some of them have been executed just for stepping on the image of the coat of arms. Well, that is just hearsay, but it is a fact that they value heraldry so much.
This is why it is a great honor for a herald to be given a unique coat of arms. It should be given to those who have made exceptional achievements in the Order or those who have attained the status of saint like Mattia.
I'm not a heraldist.
In the first place, I am not even a herald. First of all, I don't even know the shape of the coat of arms you are worshipping. I don't even know the shape of the coat of arms you worship. If you give me such a big thing as a coat of arms, it's not surprising that there would be some kind of friction among heraldists.
And the only thing I heard at the ceremony today was that they want me to accept the title of hero, even if it's just a token. I didn't hear a single piece of talk about heraldry or anything like that.
He blinked his eyelids a few times and raised his head slightly to look at Mattia, his heart in turmoil. She looked at me with a hint of suspicion, wondering if she had misspoken.
Mattia must have noticed my gaze. After receiving my gaze, she nodded slowly and smiled politely. It was as if she was relieved that everything was going to be all right now.
As soon as my eyes caught sight of this expression, a suspicion suddenly rose in my heart.
--He's not setting me up, is he?
I felt something cold crawl down my spine.
As if looking for help, he now turns his gaze to Largud-Anne, who stands beside Mattia. Anne is more of a moderate within the heraldry.
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I'm not sure what to say, but I'm sure you'll understand. Please, give me your left hand.
As soon as I looked at her, Anne lifted her lips in a smile and told me so. She looked at me as if there was no question at all.
I see, I see. You're an accomplice, Ann.
The ceremony proceeded solemnly while my mind was still in a state of confusion. What should I do? Should I just say no and call it awe-inspiring?
No, no. Citizens, soldiers, merchants. How can I do that with all these people watching?