Chapter 29 (1/2)

“Silverwing is hurt?”

As Abel leaves and I am left alone, the sleepy Nightmare raises a report in a drooping voice.

“Yes, but he can’t tell me where the pain is. Can you take a look?”

At that time, obviously, all the trauma had been cured. I went straight to his house. Silverwing’s house was located in the far south of the Dark Age, where the only light leaked in.

As we entered through the garden, which was all sandy, there were hawks and eagles flying from the entrance. I stepped inside to avoid getting a dropping over my head, and opened my mouth wide.

With high ceilings, strong lighting that makes you sweat, and the opaque glass interior, it was like a huge greenhouse. In the middle of it, on a perch as thick as my body, a huge eagle, incomparable to the birds I had just seen, was asleep with its head bowed. The tip of the folded wing sparkles in silver.

“ …..… Silverwing?”

He lifted his head, which had been hanging down at my call. When I met the eagle’s sand-colored eyes, he flew down and transformed into a human figure like a shrinking balloon. He looked very depressed.

“Where are you uncomfortable?”

“… Saint… ”

“I think I can help. Do you have any pain?”

“I don’t know. I just have no appetite and don’t want to do anything. I. Just.”

Silverwing stuttered and shook his head. He wanted to explain something, but it didn’t seem to work. There seems to be no problem externally, but only the heart’s thread is very thick. What’s wrong with him? I gave up listening to the explanation and looked at him carefully.

Scanning his flaky wings and body one after another, I found the sand-colored eyes that had sunk into the dark, and eventually found a singularity.

“Are you, by any chance, depressed?”

Silverwing shook his shoulder slightly. The turban, characteristic of Egyptian attire, swayed slightly in his hair. Until a few days ago, his eyes looked like sparkling sand like Abel’s.

“…… In fact, Damian and I were injured that day because of me.”

He paused, opened his mouth a few times, and then opened it with difficulty.

“I was flying with him, and suddenly the intense sunlight hit me, blinded me, and I lost my focus. It was a light so intense that I, a native of the desert, couldn’t bear it.”

It’s never happened before, and I still don’t know what the hell it was. Was it Solar’s wrath? Silverwing shook his head wildly, as if from a nightmare. He blinks one after another to see even when his eyes still hurt.

“Then the Dark Lord ordered me not to go out for a while.”

Ah. I then realized the problem. Silverwing is the guardian deity of the desert country. However, when Solar’s power becomes so strong that it becomes unbearable even in the desert, the drought becomes so severe that he joins the Apocalypse to weaken Solar’s power.

When he had lived in such a bright country, stuck in this gloomy Dark Age, he had no appetite and just felt lethargic.

“It’s like depression due to lack of sunlight. If you go outside and get some sun, you’ll be fine. Let’s go.”

“But, the Dark Lord… ”

“You can just go out. You’ll be fine, I won’t say anything.”

“…… I can’t do anything against the rules. The guardian deity who protects the vast land of the martyrs must always be honest and upright.”

No matter how many times I tried to persuade him, Silverwing said he couldn’t do anything against orders. That said, he’s a villain in name, but he keeps the rules very well. I sighed as I watched Silverwing’s gloomily scratching the floor with his toes.

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“…… Sunlight?”

“Yes. I think Silverwing will go into depression.”

Tap, tap, tap, the Dark Lord, who was sitting with his back in the darkened space, tapping the chair with his fingers, lifted his head. I was about to run straight to the Black Castle for the poor Silverwing, who seemed to lose all his hair if left alone.

“Does it make sense to go outside to heal an illness when you say there are no external wounds?”

Tell him to take good care of his body. As a vampire, the Dark Lord, who could not see sunlight by nature, could not understand the diagnosis of depression due to lack of sunlight. With the dark red eyes that subsided, Wazowski in my arms trembled and put its head in my arms.

“That’s part of the treatment.”

“There are no physical wounds, but he has an illness? You’re talking nonsense.”