It was quite a shame to part ways with the Qahifs.
They hugged each other for a while and greeted each other as if they were brothers who had long been friends.
Sichtis said.
“You were different from the Luwan people I thought of. But even so, I can’t guarantee that we’ll be colleagues the next time we meet again.”
Hayer replied with a smile at his words.
“In any case, you must have come all the way here out of camaraderie.”
“……”
Sichitis clicked his tongue at the criticism Hayer caught with a smile. And he said to Iris.
“It’s not easy to wander around with a guy like that. There’s nothing I can do for you.”
“That is also true.”
Hayer’s eyes widened as Iris agreed.
“Why do you agree with him? You have to take my side.”
“It’s not wrong. You often tease me…”
“I tease you because it’s worth teasing.”
“That’s why I’m not taking your side.”
Despite Iris’s chiding, Hayer just smiled with a pleasant expression.
Sichtis looked at the two of them alternately with satisfaction and said.
“There may be some good news the next time we meet.”
At his words, the two looked at Sichtis at the same time. Then Hayer said bashfully.
“That’s… I don’t know.”
Iris, who was trying to make an excuse because Hayer did not deny it, blushed and smacked Hayer’s arm and closed her mouth.
After saying goodbye, Sichtis left for the sacred tree to support his daughter.
Leaving the Qahif tribe with regret, Iris looked at the distant castle and the barrier that the Sieres began to build around it.
“There’s a wall.”
Then Hencke, vice-captain of the Knights of Tejas, replied instead.
“Since ancient times, haven’t the Sieres been interested in architecture? That’s why they say they accept the challenge of building walls on sand that is difficult to build.”
“I see.”
“One day, the Sieres may even make a path across the desert.”
Iris nodded. It felt real even before crossing the border that they were people with different values from the Luwans.
Iris took a step toward Siere. She felt very strange.
Walking on the hot sand, Iris asked Hayer.
“What do you think? Do I still look like a royal?”
On the way with Sichtis, she studied with the tribesmen how to avoid being seen as a princess as much as possible.
One of the ways the Qahifs thought of was to cover her eyes. A Qahif woman said.
“The princess’s eyes are the problem. You look like a very precious person. People who are oppressed by someone can’t have those eyes.”
Hayer agreed with the opinion, so Iris arranged her outfit to cover her eyes as much as possible.
Hayer said, looking at Iris, who was almost completely covered by the hood.
“It certainly looks less so when you cover your eyes.”
“I’m glad to hear that…”
Iris was worried, but moved on with Hayer.
Iris, who was walking like that, opened her mouth.
“The sunset in the desert was very pretty. And the night sky.”
Her words were answered by Hayer.
“We’ll see it again when we go back to Luwan.”
“Hayer.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go see more places someday.”
Hayer, who was only looking in the direction of Virore Castle where his father Carl Lassor was, looked at Iris at her words. Then he replied with a smile.
“As I said before, I will follow where you go. Anywhere.”
His words made Iris laugh. In this painful time of crossing the desert, his kindness was like a sip of cool, clear water.
So the party finally reached Siere.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
The King of Siere, Carl Lassor, heard that Iris Lepos was still in the capital.
However, after Hayer left, it was news that she would not be able to go out. Since it was not a story heard directly from a spy, it was not known how accurate it was.
Carl Lassor was not very interested in anything other than his son. But if she could be a hostage to quell the nonsense of his son’s return to Luwan, he would take full advantage.
He watched the party walking on the exceptionally fine sand from afar.
Crossing the desert was painful and physically demanding for both the Luwans and the Sieres. To them, who lived in relatively mild weather, the desert, where not even a single blade of grass grew, seemed only like a land of death.
They crossed the land and came here.
They had to keep in mind that the number of people was small, but they were not ordinary people.
They drew closer, and before they knew it, Hayer Asheri, the son of Carl Lassor, stood just below the wall and looked up.
His whole party was exhausted, and their horses, who had not drunk enough water, were pitifully exhausted.
But Carl Lassor, who had extraordinarily good eyesight, could recognize it. The ease left on the face of his son, Hayer Asheri.
“My son is strong.”
His words made Carl Lassor’s men laugh.
“Isn’t it obvious? With whose son he is.”
Even though the horses were tired, he still had the strength to fight. He had the power to immediately pull out his sword at any time if the party he had brought was touched.
Hayer Asheri was remarkably beautiful, resembling his mother, and his body was as strong as the sun, like his own.
“Shall I open the gate?”
At the words of his subordinate, Carl Lassor said.
“Leave it. Let’s hear it. How to introduce yourself.”
At his words, his men also withdrew with curious faces.
Even though they would have checked his face, Hayer raised his head as no one opened the door right away.
He, too, was looking straight into the eyes of his father and the King of Siere, Carl Lassor, to see if he had good eyesight.
After a while, Hayer opened his mouth.
“Please open the gate.”
“Who are you to open the gate to the border?”
Hayer said in response to Carl Lassor’s question.
“I am the son of Peonia Asheri, leader of the Knights of Tejas.”
And he continued in a voice that was neither forceful nor powerless.
“I am Hayer Lassor, son of Carl Lassor, King of Siere.”
The corner of Carl Lassor’s mouth crept up at the word ‘son.’
His son introduced himself as ‘Hayer Lassor,’ not Asheri. Of course, the feeling when he heard him say with his own mouth that he was a Lassor was different.
One beat later after hearing his voice saying ‘Hayer Lassor,’ the people of Virore Castle cheered at once.
“Prince Hayer Lassor!”
“The heir of the Lassor family has arrived!”
As anyone would, the people of Siere especially liked strong and beautiful things. There was a great reason why they followed Carl Lassor, the maverick of eternal youth alone. And the new heir who arrived under the wall was suited to their liking.
As soon as he finished introducing himself, the gate began to open. It had been a very long time since Luwan’s knights entered Siere’s castle.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
Iris was watching the moment Hayer said he was a member of the ‘Lassor’ family. It gave her a strange sense of pressure.
It was not that she crossed the desert without knowing that he was the son of Carl Lassor. Rather, she was reflecting on it with each and every step.
And yet, why was her heart getting so heavy?
As soon as Hayer said he was the son of Carl Lassor, Iris couldn’t understand why she felt as if her chest was being pressed with force.
Whether he knew or not that Iris’s lips were quivering faintly under the hood, Hayer said.
“In order to enter the castle, I should say something like this, right?”
“…Yes. Obviously, that’s right.”
Iris nodded with difficulty, and even agreed with more emphasis on purpose.
On the other hand, the people of the Tejas Knights were not very shaken.
Annamaria, the marshal of the Knights of Tejas, said.
“To be honest, I don’t care whose son you are. I’m not from the aristocracy in the first place, so I still don’t know what’s so important about who’s from which family.”
Then Hencke scolded her from the side.
“How many years has it been since you became a knight? Haven’t you been given the title of ‘Dame’ for too long to say that you’re still not an aristocrat?”
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
“You don’t know the lives and minds of commoners anymore.”
“I know better than you, you noble bastard.”
“Even so, the second son is just nothing.”
Hencke rebuked and steered his horse.
They entered Siere’s castle, and soon their faces hardened again.
The situation in the capital of Siere was not known exactly, but since the king was here, it was possible to expect that residents there would have moved to Virore Castle en masse.
So far, they hadn’t felt the aftereffects of the monsters. However, the Knights of Tejas were convinced of one thing as soon as they entered the castle.
Siere was a much stronger and more developed country than Luwan.
The biggest emotion Iris felt at that moment was probably discomfort.
It was quite a shame to part ways with the Qahifs.
They hugged each other for a while and greeted each other as if they were brothers who had long been friends.
Sichtis said.
“You were different from the Luwan people I thought of. But even so, I can’t guarantee that we’ll be colleagues the next time we meet again.”
Hayer replied with a smile at his words.
“In any case, you must have come all the way here out of camaraderie.”
“……”
Sichitis clicked his tongue at the criticism Hayer caught with a smile. And he said to Iris.
“It’s not easy to wander around with a guy like that. There’s nothing I can do for you.”
“That is also true.”
Hayer’s eyes widened as Iris agreed.
“Why do you agree with him? You have to take my side.”
“It’s not wrong. You often tease me…”
“I tease you because it’s worth teasing.”
“That’s why I’m not taking your side.”
Despite Iris’s chiding, Hayer just smiled with a pleasant expression.
Sichtis looked at the two of them alternately with satisfaction and said.
“There may be some good news the next time we meet.”
At his words, the two looked at Sichtis at the same time. Then Hayer said bashfully.
“That’s… I don’t know.”
Iris, who was trying to make an excuse because Hayer did not deny it, blushed and smacked Hayer’s arm and closed her mouth.
After saying goodbye, Sichtis left for the sacred tree to support his daughter.
Leaving the Qahif tribe with regret, Iris looked at the distant castle and the barrier that the Sieres began to build around it.
“There’s a wall.”
Then Hencke, vice-captain of the Knights of Tejas, replied instead.
“Since ancient times, haven’t the Sieres been interested in architecture? That’s why they say they accept the challenge of building walls on sand that is difficult to build.”
“I see.”
“One day, the Sieres may even make a path across the desert.”
Iris nodded. It felt real even before crossing the border that they were people with different values from the Luwans.
Iris took a step toward Siere. She felt very strange.
Walking on the hot sand, Iris asked Hayer.
“What do you think? Do I still look like a royal?”
On the way with Sichtis, she studied with the tribesmen how to avoid being seen as a princess as much as possible.
One of the ways the Qahifs thought of was to cover her eyes. A Qahif woman said.
“The princess’s eyes are the problem. You look like a very precious person. People who are oppressed by someone can’t have those eyes.”
Hayer agreed with the opinion, so Iris arranged her outfit to cover her eyes as much as possible.
Hayer said, looking at Iris, who was almost completely covered by the hood.
“It certainly looks less so when you cover your eyes.”
“I’m glad to hear that…”
Iris was worried, but moved on with Hayer.
Iris, who was walking like that, opened her mouth.
“The sunset in the desert was very pretty. And the night sky.”
Her words were answered by Hayer.
“We’ll see it again when we go back to Luwan.”
“Hayer.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go see more places someday.”
Hayer, who was only looking in the direction of Virore Castle where his father Carl Lassor was, looked at Iris at her words. Then he replied with a smile.
“As I said before, I will follow where you go. Anywhere.”
His words made Iris laugh. In this painful time of crossing the desert, his kindness was like a sip of cool, clear water.
So the party finally reached Siere.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
The King of Siere, Carl Lassor, heard that Iris Lepos was still in the capital.
However, after Hayer left, it was news that she would not be able to go out. Since it was not a story heard directly from a spy, it was not known how accurate it was.
Carl Lassor was not very interested in anything other than his son. But if she could be a hostage to quell the nonsense of his son’s return to Luwan, he would take full advantage.
He watched the party walking on the exceptionally fine sand from afar.
Crossing the desert was painful and physically demanding for both the Luwans and the Sieres. To them, who lived in relatively mild weather, the desert, where not even a single blade of grass grew, seemed only like a land of death.
They crossed the land and came here.
They had to keep in mind that the number of people was small, but they were not ordinary people.
They drew closer, and before they knew it, Hayer Asheri, the son of Carl Lassor, stood just below the wall and looked up.
His whole party was exhausted, and their horses, who had not drunk enough water, were pitifully exhausted.
But Carl Lassor, who had extraordinarily good eyesight, could recognize it. The ease left on the face of his son, Hayer Asheri.
“My son is strong.”
His words made Carl Lassor’s men laugh.
“Isn’t it obvious? With whose son he is.”
Even though the horses were tired, he still had the strength to fight. He had the power to immediately pull out his sword at any time if the party he had brought was touched.
Hayer Asheri was remarkably beautiful, resembling his mother, and his body was as strong as the sun, like his own.
“Shall I open the gate?”
At the words of his subordinate, Carl Lassor said.
“Leave it. Let’s hear it. How to introduce yourself.”
At his words, his men also withdrew with curious faces.
Even though they would have checked his face, Hayer raised his head as no one opened the door right away.
He, too, was looking straight into the eyes of his father and the King of Siere, Carl Lassor, to see if he had good eyesight.
After a while, Hayer opened his mouth.
“Please open the gate.”
“Who are you to open the gate to the border?”
Hayer said in response to Carl Lassor’s question.
“I am the son of Peonia Asheri, leader of the Knights of Tejas.”
And he continued in a voice that was neither forceful nor powerless.
“I am Hayer Lassor, son of Carl Lassor, King of Siere.”
The corner of Carl Lassor’s mouth crept up at the word ‘son.’
His son introduced himself as ‘Hayer Lassor,’ not Asheri. Of course, the feeling when he heard him say with his own mouth that he was a Lassor was different.
One beat later after hearing his voice saying ‘Hayer Lassor,’ the people of Virore Castle cheered at once.
“Prince Hayer Lassor!”
“The heir of the Lassor family has arrived!”
As anyone would, the people of Siere especially liked strong and beautiful things. There was a great reason why they followed Carl Lassor, the maverick of eternal youth alone. And the new heir who arrived under the wall was suited to their liking.
As soon as he finished introducing himself, the gate began to open. It had been a very long time since Luwan’s knights entered Siere’s castle.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
Iris was watching the moment Hayer said he was a member of the ‘Lassor’ family. It gave her a strange sense of pressure.
It was not that she crossed the desert without knowing that he was the son of Carl Lassor. Rather, she was reflecting on it with each and every step.
And yet, why was her heart getting so heavy?
As soon as Hayer said he was the son of Carl Lassor, Iris couldn’t understand why she felt as if her chest was being pressed with force.
Whether he knew or not that Iris’s lips were quivering faintly under the hood, Hayer said.
“In order to enter the castle, I should say something like this, right?”
“…Yes. Obviously, that’s right.”
Iris nodded with difficulty, and even agreed with more emphasis on purpose.
On the other hand, the people of the Tejas Knights were not very shaken.
Annamaria, the marshal of the Knights of Tejas, said.
“To be honest, I don’t care whose son you are. I’m not from the aristocracy in the first place, so I still don’t know what’s so important about who’s from which family.”
Then Hencke scolded her from the side.
“How many years has it been since you became a knight? Haven’t you been given the title of ‘Dame’ for too long to say that you’re still not an aristocrat?”
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
“You don’t know the lives and minds of commoners anymore.”
“I know better than you, you noble bastard.”
“Even so, the second son is just nothing.”
Hencke rebuked and steered his horse.
They entered Siere’s castle, and soon their faces hardened again.
The situation in the capital of Siere was not known exactly, but since the king was here, it was possible to expect that residents there would have moved to Virore Castle en masse.
So far, they hadn’t felt the aftereffects of the monsters. However, the Knights of Tejas were convinced of one thing as soon as they entered the castle.
Siere was a much stronger and more developed country than Luwan.
The biggest emotion Iris felt at that moment was probably discomfort.
