Around Halloween in August, it is the time of the change of seasons in Suomir.

Although the Lamanites divided the year into four seasons since the classical era, like many other Lamanite manufactures, it is not entirely applicable in the northern land.

The Suomirs often say that there are only two seasons in Aurora: summer and winter. There may be a day or two of spring and autumn, but in general it is cold for most of the time, except for the summer, which lasts about four months.

Summer begins to warm up at the end of April, and Halloween around August 15 is a harbinger of the end of summer. This traditional festival was originally created by the peoples of the northern region to pay homage to their ancestors before the winter reserves, and later the rise of the White Church absorbed these cultures, and today it has become a traditional activity of the followers of the Jetina sect, a branch of the East.

In the final analysis, many things that people today think of as an inseparable part of "traditional culture" are not closely related to these things from the beginning.

History will inevitably have similar situations, and as bystanders, every time they hear about it, they will sigh for this kind of vicissitudes of life. What would the person who has experienced all this think about firsthand?

The cool morning made people can't help but put on their cloaks, and the group of three people walked forward. Mira, on the other hand, grasped the reins with a skillful gesture, but her mind wandered, and her eyes looked at the back of her teacher.

He did not break his promise, and after parting with the Queen's party, Henry spent a considerable time at night, under the flickering bonfire and lantern lighting, to tell them a story from a long, long time ago.

A story about how it all began.

History is spiraling, and I don't know if anyone has ever said such a thing. And who has ever said that there is nothing new under the sun, and that everything that is happening now is just a rehash of the same old tune that existed many years ago.

It is indeed quite a story with a sense of déjà vu.

In two countries that have always been in conflict, certain crises are brewing, and the wills of many people are intertwined, and many people make their choices, which in turn lead to a series of events that will happen next.

What Henry, who had gone through all of this, would think of such a thing, Miss Luoan did not know.

The amount of information about these things is a bit huge, and she can't sort out the whole picture for a while.

Mira felt her heart shut.

Originally, he hoped to learn about what happened in the past to get closer, but now after learning the truth, he feels that he has become some kind of distant existence.

After the night, all three of them did not say a word for several hours of the journey that began in the early morning.

It's a rare silence with a sense of distance, different from the previous atmosphere of silence where you just quietly enjoy each other's company.

It's like a newcomer who wants to touch it but doesn't know how to speak, so he subconsciously keeps his distance.

This had never happened before, and she was not so rusty and reserved when the two first met.

If you ask her heart, Mira naturally doesn't want to do that. But she couldn't control herself.

From Hermering Heinzwill, to Henry Mayer.

She knew the end of the former and the origin of the latter, but how much had happened in between, in that vast adventure that she had not traveled with.

Mira suddenly felt a little selfish, a little superficial, a little childish.

Such things should be a past that her teacher did not want to talk about, and some things would be as painful as revealing scars just by thinking about them—she should have known all of them, because she had many things of herself that she did not want to think about, and he had never asked about them. It's not exactly a sense of distance, it's just that she allowed him to have secrets in the past, trusting him to tell him when she needs to know.

But people will change eventually, and the complex emotions in the heart of the girl who is growing up are not fully understood even by herself. So she asked him to speak, and he did, but after hearing all this, she now felt extremely despised for herself, but helplessly all she thought was—

"Am I just one of the many adventure companions you've had in your long life?"

He had been through many things before he was born, and there was no white-haired Luoan girl by his side in those legends.

It's clear that I want to know so I ask, but after listening, I feel lonely and feel a distance between each other, so I was sullen all morning. She hated her immature selfishness, but she couldn't control herself from thinking about it.

People always want to be "special" in the minds of others, and for Mira Henry is undoubtedly that character.

But what about him?

Are you just "another" partner on the road together? Maybe it's true that we're happy together and have built a deep relationship, but it's just "another".

What the hell did he think?

Mira suddenly remembered the question he had asked Henry when she met Prince Edward many years ago.

"Are you still human?"

At the time, she had no way of understanding the question, and after more or less guessing Henry's secret, Mira thought that the question should be based on Edward's understanding of his long life, but only about lifespan.

And now, knowing the whole story, she understands the deeper meaning of Edward's question.

Are you still human?

After going through so many things, experiencing so many losses, is your heart still human?

She couldn't imagine how many people and events she would have experienced in two centuries of life. In his opinion, maybe everything is not new, when you have experienced everything countless times, what can still arouse your interest, and what can still arouse your love?

No matter how much scenery he saw afterwards, nothing was destined to replace what he saw in his eyes at first.

No matter how many people he met later, he was destined to have no way to replace the one in his heart.

That she.

Even she is - Mira, who thinks she is very childish, has a complicated mood and hangs her head sullenly.

There was no going back to his world.

This may be the reason why he has been reluctant to return to Suomir for so long. Because if he doesn't come back, he can still keep the impression of his former hometown in his heart.

His teacher was visibly shaken when he arrived on the East Coast, and he hid Kramer's new weapon, which in many ways could be seen as not wanting his past to be noticed by the people of the land.

But he came back after all, and he finally pulled out his sword, everything can be said to be fate, but the person who pushed him behind him was not himself who had always been with him?

It was a past he didn't want to touch, and after all these years, the wound might still not heal.

But I pushed it willfully, and I wanted to know all this. And after learning about it, he felt that he might not be able to be regarded as a special existence for him, and he felt lonely without permission.

She hated being like that.

But I can't help myself from thinking about it.

He is.

People who have been abandoned by time.

If you can forget, it will be a blessing of great comfort. But he could not forget, and it was evident from all the vivid details of the last night when he told it all that Henry still remembered it all, and still remembered everything.

It was these realizations that condemned him to wander forever.

His body returned to Suomir, but the more he moved forward, the more the paradoxical scenery on the side of the road came into view, and the more he inevitably felt out of place.

"Stranger"

Wandering between heaven and earth, there is no place to return, and those familiar people and things are far in the past. They are all gone, inevitably disappearing or changing before time, the greatest power in the world.

The only constant is him.

Suomir is still there, but he is no longer the Suomir that Henry is familiar with.

Before leaving, he said to the Great Swordsmen, "It doesn't matter if it's twenty years late," which is a relief that people in the same situation can only say based on understanding - but what if it's two hundred years?

He couldn't go back.

Suomir belonging to Heinzswick Haemir.

The one with the laughter of the people, the white dragon flying in the sky, and the fellow Silver Guard Knights he knew.

Suomir with Sanya.

It's gone.

It was he who forced him to face it all - Mira hung her head.

If you can forget, if you sit in his position, you must want to forget and want to escape.

Are you still human?

After all this, you have nowhere to return. You are out of step with this world.

Even if you talk and laugh with others, even if you can talk about the new things that are being produced nowadays. But in the depths of my heart, in the lonely night when no one was around.

You'll still remember it.

There's nothing to go back to.

And then you will remember it deeply, and you will be deeply aware.

He is nothing more than a human being disguised as a human being, placed in their midst, but never truly able to fit in.

Outlander.

Edward's question was not about longevity.

Rather, he wondered if he still had the human heart.

Mira had been convinced of this, but after learning about his past, she inevitably began to doubt it.

She remembered many of the things she had encountered along the way, and of the people and things, the words that seemed to know his past to speak to him based on that knowledge.

Constantine was probably the most direct one, and he directly told Henry about the fact that there was no place for him in this land. And the phrase "You can't even start and finish what you started"—this was what Mira had thought to be angry, but under the sage's own explanation, she also knew the meaning.

"The death of Hermínin Heinzswerm was perfect. ”

"He wants to try to change the fate of the country, but he is surrounded by a coalition of royal and ecclesiastical forces that are obsessed with profit. In order to save his subordinates, he chose to sacrifice himself, like a tragic hero in a legendary story. When talking about something like this, Henry's tone was self-deprecating.

"It's so perfect that very few people notice that there is actually a second possibility. ”

"Heinzönin Heinzworm Székesiyutu I. In the light of the flickering bonfire, he pronounced the name, without emotion, as if he were just reading a book to a stone tablet.

"This is what Konstantin thinks, giving up halfway, not being able to start and finish well. ”

Marshal Suomir, who had unprecedented prestige, was in his youth, and the other person with royal succession was only a three-year-old child.

But he gave it all up.

I chose to end with that day.

Because he has a promise to fulfill.

People eventually embark on a journey because they want to find something. What they want from each other is different, and some people just want to find the scenery in their hearts according to the agreement, so they move towards the seaside.

And this agreement of his.

It's just a little, a little bit harder to achieve.

It should take a little, a little longer.

In order to achieve it, he could no longer be the marshal of Suomir, because then he could only fight for the interests of Suomir, and he could not be the emperor of Padrosi, because then he could only think in terms of Padrosi.

He had to throw away all those shackles, all those shackles that came with his identity.

But choosing means losing.

Henry made the choice to abandon all those who had relied on him.

Konstantin said that he would not make the same mistake and that what exactly he wanted to do, no one knows yet.

The matter of the Great Swordsman and the Dragonwing Knight and the Queen of Suomir cannot be considered completely resolved, but they have taken this step, and it cannot be said that it is completely hopeless.

After more than 20 years of wandering, in order to survive, the great swordsmen have also let go of the tradition they insisted on at the beginning.

They were no longer confined to Kramer, but also made new greatswords. Magic, gunpowder, spears, anything that works well will be absorbed.

Rebirth is always something that requires the destruction of the old. The Silver Guard chose the Great Sword not because it was unique, but because it was the most advanced weapon of its time. So they shouldn't be obsessed with that, the traditions that the Great Swordsmen had been struggling with had led to their final obsolescence, and although it was not a good thing to give up completely, they had taken that step in the past 20 years after being expelled.

Henry's final remark to Haymir, "Maybe it doesn't have to be Kramer?" is a wake-up call.

The conflict between the Lamanites and the Suomirs could not be resolved in a day or two, the power struggle between the Great Swordsman and the Dragonwing Knights, and how the queen who had been hollowed out by the nobility could not be resolved in a single stroke.

But they have already taken this step.

Henry made them aware of this.

The one who returned to Suomir was not Hermenin Heinzsholm. Not the marshal of Suomir, the nightmare of Aurora in the name of the miracle of the eternal night.

Rather, it was the sage Henry Mayer.

He changed the course of the story with his approach, not his past.

Although this was the land he had fought on, Henry's approach had not changed. He is acting as a "sage".

There's no going back.

The person who is most aware of this is himself.

In today's Suomir, he is a stranger, a man with nowhere to return.

And why not?

The Loans also lost their homeland, although with Henry's help, they were in full swing to build on the other side of the Inland Sea at Avenella. But deep down, I don't know how many Luoan people are still nostalgic for their past hometown.

Even Kaleva is like.

Having Suomir ancestry but growing up under the influence of Lamani culture, does he also feel confused about his future and his identity?

"Teacher, what did you want to do when you came to Aurora?" said Mira, who had been sullen for a long time, because she wanted to break the silence.

She hadn't asked a question like this before, as Henry always told her when he got there.

But this time, under the complicated situation in her heart, the girl chose to ask the group about the destination.

"Go see an old friend. ”

"Borrow something and make you a sword. Henry replied without looking back.

The girl was stunned for a moment: "Sword?"

"Well, at least at the same level as this guy. Henry patted Kramer, who was already clearly exposed on his horse's back, and then turned his head.

"After all. ”

"It's the first time I've received a disciple. He said this, and the girl was stunned, and subconsciously pulled the reins to stop the horse.

- What?

All of a sudden, the gloom in my heart was swept away, so I was not as moody as a child.

Her expression changed for a moment, and finally gave Henry the same roll of her eyes as ever.

"Mr. Sage is the worst grown-up!"

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

"So is the story also being told for the first time? ”

"Yes, you two are the first time I've had the patience to finish those things. ”

"Kaleva is a rubber!"

"What's wrong with me—" The young porter looked helplessly at the two men in front of him, still holding charcoal and notepads in his hands. Henry looked back at him, remembering what he had seen at a cursory glance on his notepad, and shook his head with some amusement.

"It's some kind of fate. As he said this, Galeva, who did not understand what he was saying, scratched his head, put the charcoal pen away, and closed the notebook.

"Wow-" The distracted young man was about to take the notebook back when it fell to the ground.

"Boom-" A gust of wind blew and the notebook flipped rapidly, and the dense records turned page by page, and finally landed on the first page.

It was written in faded childish handwriting.

Kaleva Katayanan.