The end of an era

At the office, I am still able to look at the festival below. As they are hurriedly walking about, the fair at the center of the capital is tenfold bustling. The laughter and joy that I have helped create are much more important than this fragile feeling of mine.

But this must be the act of surprise so I have to rest until then before I am able to give a proper farewell to the old. The good thing is this place is much more solitary than the rest of the castle. Behind a large statue of Lysander Andromalius, it is more than easy to over such an office.

A familiar opening is heard, as two figures dare to enter. They must have been a closed one or someone of great importance for the guards to let pass the order of Kryos. Who would it be I wonder?

“Oh, I have found our slacker here.” The voice of the former agriculture minister appears follows with the shrew inquiry of the head of the commerce ministry.

“Well you would expect someone to shut themselves in this fine day, but the little angel is a rare time.” He comments both of them haven’t seen my face yet.

“Knock it up both of you childish beings. I only agree to spend time with you here after returning to Saudade, the dark bishop has refrained from this by the meaning of your two stubbornness.” The advisor meditates on the loudness of them…rather than moving to possession, he and the dark bishop travel the world after the barrier separates the demon, and the rest of the world has vanished at the last battle.

This visit they are having also brings me some fondness for the past. Simpler days before Saudade became large enough for a new system. Just a group of demons and an angel going on about ways to bring back barren lands and flourish the place of Hell.

“Greetings, you three. The journey must have been something of tiredness please have a seat.” I turn around as they stare in awe, each bearing a different answer that will be discussed by tea and biscuit.

“How may I put it, Your Majesty? But you have finally shown your true self, that is the glad thing to be done after keeping the façade for so long.” The advisor opens the conversation with a sigh of relief. Is that what he has thought of me?

“This form suits me much better. Though I am always fond of adoration and familiarity to discard the old form.” I answer gleefully as I neither resent this one nor am too attached to the previous. It has been the thoughts of others that bind me to the view sight that is unfit of my soul.

“I have known you are many different others, yet this little change is much obliged rather than unchanging nature thing those angels being at. At one point, people need changes, Your Majesty.” The commerce minister speaks his turn, the comment was neither a compliment nor an insult.

Such a way with words that are still unwanting things that he didn’t use when having a meeting, making those poor ones get a crooked feeling of the tax collecting.

Stolen novel; please report.

“Much as different from them, my little self is rather a flaunt to be more relaxed with allies while having the enemies less than guarded. I am not fond of politics as long as they are applicable.” I answer with a smirk, the new ground moustache really enhances the smugness the things

“Aye, what's with your lukewarm reactions? Am I the only one seeing the whole picture here? Small majesty, you have grown; that’s true. More than anything that is more majestic like a lion than any animal I can think up. There, is that so hard?” The former agriculture minister grunts with a compliment of his own. Quite appreciated his honesty, but his brittleness scared away those scholars who wanted to learn the doing of the fruit gathering. I had to teach them the basics before handing them to him without them becoming “useless” and “lazy”.

“Thank you, agriculture minister,” I say, nodding my head.

“It’s Drunes, old majesty. Well since Blood Claw started to use “Eugen” not so long ago I guess Drunes is enough now all that formality begins to muddle” He replies with the reveal of his name.

“Well well well, my old friend starts to use his mortal name. Well, my name is come with a price, your majesty. Would you want to hear them for some silver?” The commerce head chimed in, maybe I could use some whimsical things to relax.

“It’s Reynald,” Drunes says while having a cup of chameleon tea.

“Hey, Drunes what give you some much freedom to sell off my name for free then?” Reynald retorts in anger. As they argue, I and advisor watch and enjoy some tea and biscuits. I wonder what the advisor’s name is, but I am afraid to ask.

“For your knowledge, your majesty. I don’t have a name much to your guess. I was born prematurely and raised by King Lysander thus I have accepted the title advisor as my name.” The advisor says with a calm tone.

The conversation remains lively for a while before the time for the dusk announcement comes. They bid farewell one by one leaving, the duo of Drunes and Reynald pardon first as they need to make preparation for their role.

The event starts with the parade of magic and light as the night begins to make the stage for the great battle that has finished. All of the participants as they were veterans of the war against the overseer of mortals.

I change back to my child form to suit the history, the pain returns with an extending session but this much would be enough.

The first carriage shot a line of rainbow across the sky to the castle as it determined the triumph of the four against the archangel of Death, Azazel. Ragnorr and Stolas spread a dazzle of sleeping dust while the cluster of ash formed by Caim all combine to distinguish in the slash of the light coming from Uriel.

The second carriage is held by a redden hell horse led by Furcas’s knight. Those by the poison and blood are hazardous so the battle is only directed using Shin’s technique from the foreign land. It all ends as the cut that releases the archangel of war, Camael from eternal suffering.

The last is Kryos with Blood Claw holding the children as the three of them conjured the night too vast for the moonlight to shine. The light that led the war to fruition.

I stand at the castle balcony and perform the ice to encase my body, the cold chills the aching mana veins before breaking out in the last second as reborn in the form of passing age. Putting the end of the era of struggle.

“My dear citizen, nothing lasts forever. Please enjoy what the present has to offer and look forward to what the future holds.” I smile as the ceremony of my last farewell to the past finally ends.

Thus my dream finally realized, that it was not the passing days through the delusion of a perfect kingdom and sheltered all my beloved. My dream is to build a utopia that can sherd of my past of the old world that is black and white and spend the rest of my days protecting it.

Finished