People were glaring at each other, and after a while I said something that made her almost willing to believe that Filin was apologizing, but Filin made a mistake then.

I said that he might just be annoying Filin by giving her a gift, and then she wondered how His Majesty could know about the relationship between people, and questioned Filin's suspicion that her skill was not worthy of a special gift like earrings?

Not to mention how people have the little time left to remedy their quarrels. However, the repaired pot was never as perfect as the complete vase, and he returned to the battleship alone as if he were not with her at all.

As Filin leans over to paddle in perfect rhythm and tries to think of anything, he often finds himself thinking of Neestro and Rem, Etro and Floya, or even Borges.

Filin rarely had time to visit the princess during the summer months, and whenever he saw her, she must be in the garden at the top of the beacon. It was a beautiful place, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't restore it to the Queen's Garden, and the mountains in her blood prevented her from fully translating it into people's ways.

There is a meticulously carved simplicity in the way she arranges and plants the plants, with the addition of simple stones and dead branches of driftwood baptized by the sea, giving them an uncarved beauty.

Filin could meditate in this place, but he didn't want to laze in the summer breeze, and I doubted that it was in line with Hermes's memory. She kept herself busy here, and she enjoyed it, but she couldn't close the distance between Hermes and Hermes as she had believed.

She was still as beautiful as ever, but her dark blue eyes always showed a dark cloud of melancholy, and she frowned often, so when she relaxed the muscles of her face, the pale lines appeared obvious where the sun did not shine.

When he was with her in the garden, she often sent most of the maids away, and then inquired about the activities on the Philin Rox, with as much detail as Hermes himself.

When he finished his report to her, she often pursed her lips in a straight line, and then looked up at the top of the beacon and the sea and sky behind it. As the summer drew to a close, one afternoon she was staring like this, and he approached and begged her to let Filin return to the ship, but she didn't seem to hear Filin's plea, and said softly, "We must come up with a final solution."

Nothing or anyone can go on like this, and there must be a way to stop it. ”

"The autumn storm is coming, and some of the vines in your garden have frosted. The first cold snap will be followed by a storm, and then peace will come. ”

"Peace? She scoffed in disbelief. "Is it called peace to lie down soberly and think about who will be the next victim, or where the enemy will attack next year?

That's not peace, it's torture. There must be some way to put an end to the Red Ship disaster, and I'll find out that way. ”

Her words sounded like a threat.

Their bones come from rock, the shiny and textured stone of the mountains. Their flesh is the crystals of white salt that shine on the earth, but their hearts are the hearts of wise men.

They have traveled long and arduous distances from faraway lands, and without hesitation they have sacrificed their already exhausted lives to end their lives for eternity, leaving their flesh and blood aside, laying down their weapons, and riding the wings of rebirth to rise.

They are ancient spirits.

When the king finally summoned Film, he went to see him.

As Felin had promised himself before, Flyn hadn't taken the initiative to visit him since that afternoon. Although the pain caused by him and Duke Planck's marriage arrangements for Hermione and Fihrin still eroded Flyn, and although anger still churned in Flyn's heart, the King's summons could not be resisted.

He met with Filin on an autumn morning, at least two months after Filin had last seen him.

When Filin had previously met the servant, he had ignored the hurt expression he had cast at Firin, and it was easy to change the subject when Hermes occasionally asked Filin why he didn't visit King Creek.

Valles still guarded the door like a snake on a fireplace, and it was no secret that the king was too sick to enter his chambers before noon, so Filin told himself that this morning meeting meant that something important was about to happen.

Filin thought the morning would be completely his own. The prematurely violent autumn winds raged for two days, with strong winds blowing relentlessly, and the accompanying downpour was sure to keep anyone on an uncovered boat busy scooping the water out of the boat.

Filming had toasted the storm with the rest of the Rox's crew in the tavern the night before, hoping that the Red Ship would be flooded by the torrential rain.

Then Filmin returned to Fort Stag soaking wet, and went to sleep with his head down, convinced that Filmin would sleep until the next morning. However, a determined boy kept knocking on the door until he woke him up, and then told King Filin to formally summon him.

Filmin freshens up, shaves his beard, straightens his hair back and ties it into braids, and changes into clean clothes. Determined not to show the anger that was stuffing in his heart, he didn't leave the room until he was in full control of his emotions.

I came to the king's door, full of anticipation of Vales' eyes and snuggness, but he unexpectedly opened the door that morning immediately after Film's knock, and though he still looked displeased, he immediately led Filmin to the king.

Creek sat in an upholstered chair in front of the fireplace. Although Filin still had a grudge against him in his heart, his whole heart sank when he saw him become so thin.

His skin looked like a thin transparent parchment, skinny, sunken, once firm skin now sagging, and his deep eyes sunken throughout. He rested his hands on his lap in a familiar position with Film, and I held them to hide the tremors I felt.

An incense burner lay on the small coffee table below his elbow, and puffs of smoke rose from the stove, forming a blue mist over the rafters, and the servant sat sadly at the king's feet.

"Kaz Silverlight has arrived, Your Majesty. Valles announced the appearance of Filin.

The king was stunned for a moment as if he had been poked by something, and then turned his gaze to Firin, who also shifted his position to stand in front of him.

"Kaz Silverlight. The king greeted Filin.

His tone was powerless, ethereal as if it didn't exist. Film's heart was still very painful, but it couldn't hide the sadness that Filmin felt when he saw him like this, no matter how he was still a king.

"Your Majesty, he has come to you as you have commanded. Fihrin said cautiously, trying to remain indifferent.

He looked at Filin wearily and coughed over his shoulder. "Filin knows. Very good. He stared at Fihrin for a moment, sucking the air deep into his lungs and making a murmuring inhalation.

"An emissary sent by the Duke of Planck of Velotru visited last night with reports of the harvest and similar news, mostly new information that His Majesty needed.

However, Planck's daughter, Hermione, also sent this scroll, which is for you. ”

He reached out and handed the scroll to Film. It is a small scroll tied with a yellow ribbon and sealed with a drop of green wax. Reluctantly, Filin stepped forward to take it.

"Planck's emissary will be returning to Velotru this afternoon, and Filin is confident that you will be able to make a decent reply before then. His tone made it sound less like a request. Then he coughed again. And all the ambivalence I had about him churned and fermented in Filin's stomach.

"Please allow Filmin to take a look at the contents of the scroll first. "Filin made a request, and the king did not object.

Filming poked open the seal on the scroll and untied the ribbon, revealing that there was another scroll inside.

Filming skimmed through the first scroll and saw Hermione's neat handwriting, then unfolded the second scroll and looked up to see Crick staring at Film, looking back with a blank expression.

She wrote a few words of blessing to Filin, and then sent a copy of the scroll she had found in the library of Fort Ripples. Or rather, a partial copy of the scroll where the handwriting is still legible. Judging by the cloth that wrapped the scroll, she believed that it belonged to the ancient spirit.

She found me interested in these things during her visit to Ripple Castle, which seemed to him to be philosophical, perhaps psalms. ”

Filming presented the scroll back to Creek, and after a while he took it, pulled the first scroll open and held it at arm's length, frowned and glared for a moment, then placed the scroll on his lap.

Filin's vision was blurred, as was sometimes the case in the morning. He said.

Then, he carefully rewound the two scrolls together, as if on a difficult task.

"You have to write a proper thank you letter to the person. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. There was a cautious solemnity in Film's tone. He handed the scroll back to Firin. He stood in front of him a little longer, and he was still staring at Film, so Filmin asked, "Do you want Filmin to leave, Your Majesty?"

"Nope. He coughed heavily, then sighed deeply. "Filmin didn't ask you to go. If he was going to let you go, he would have let you go years ago, have you grown up in some backwood, or not give you a chance to grow at all.

No, Kaz Silverlight, he hasn't forsaken you. His tone regained a little of the majesty of the past.

"Filin negotiated a deal with you a few years ago, and you've faithfully kept your promise and done it right.

Filmin knows that you are loyal to Film, even when you can't report it in person.