Chapter 358: 358 The thoughts to be conveyed, the thoughts not to be conveyed, Part 27 - From the notes of Aldrius

Day 39 of the Green Sprouting Moon

So there was no Alphilis today, but when I looked for where I said it, what a play on the dragon's head. I thought she was a fearless daughter, but this is too fearless. Exactly. When I become a dragon clan, my power doesn't extend to some opponents. Originally, I was careful to find out how things were going, but the other person had finally noticed my presence and realized that I could not escape. Fortunately, the opponent was a very intelligent dragon, not like Alphilis or what to do with me. What could I possibly have done?

And speaking to his dragon, to his surprise, wouldn't you say that he is the head of the true dragon? I am related to a man named Dragon. It's called truffon, it's called stelvese... and I guess this is destiny. What the hell does fate want me to do? Those who encounter as many as three wise dragons in a lifetime are not. I couldn't help but feel something more powerful in my hands, too, thinking that it would open up destiny.

Day 20 of the Yang Moon

I've had more fun since then. Beside teaching Alphilis all sorts of things, I myself often began to visit Gwendorf. His knowledge was so profound that I was able to immediately learn so much about the past that it was no longer in the books. It's a better experience than reading 10,000 books. I am very grateful to have met him. Would I have been more humble just to think about it? Recently, I began to feel strongly about my dwarfiness for the earth. No matter how I stretch out, I can only be a human being. That's the king, God, and what a privilege. I'll be honest with Gwendorf about it.

"If you say that, I'm just one true dragon. How many are they against the earth and the sky? Without me, the world will be the same tomorrow."

I've been told. Even true dragons think so, so I guess my troubles and other things are so tiny that I can't help but hold them. Speaking of which, I remember Truffon saying the same thing. I told Gwendorf about it, but he looked rather reluctant to listen. Apparently Gwendorf doesn't really like Truffon, Notice, but at the same time, he has a glance at him. I didn't think he was a true dragon either, knowing he was a dragon. I can't even imagine that the crystal of wisdom, also known as the Absolute, told by legend, has drunk me in a liquor store with a belly-up middle-aged outfit.

And I stopped thinking about my fate. I cannot be king or god. But what does it mean to be a demon king? But I don't care now. Now it's just fun to be quiet, grow an alphilis, and talk to Gwendorf.

"I'm sorry you're hungry!

I read that far and grumbled like a truffon throwing up one person in a room where no one was. Sometimes I knew Aldrius had a bad mouth, but when he said something about himself, it was just frustrating. Truffon was angry at who was the fat middle-aged bald man. No, I didn't say Aldrius that far.

But while angry, Dan and the liquor bottle were ramblingly placed on the table, and Truffon turned the page further. The notes are still going on, but from there the time for peace lasts a long time. Aldrius celebrated Alphilis' birthday, and every time she looked happy was above all a treasure, Aldrius said. No doubt he would have been happy in the last few years.

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Truffon stared at them pale, and eventually a few years' worth of notes passed. It was already midnight outside. And the time of note is when Alphilis was 14.

"Day 11 of the Night's Long Moon

Hi. I haven't been feeling well lately. I seem to get a slight fever once a month, and I'm losing as much strength as I used to. The hand that takes the brush can also be shaken at times. It's also getting tough to hang out with Alphilis' martial arts opponents who have gained stature and have gained sword power in earnest. Apparently I may not even be that long.

In the end, I don't know anything about Alphilis. Even with Gwendorf's knowledge, I couldn't understand her. The mystery of Alphilis only gets deeper and deeper when there are no examples that apply with his 5,000 years of knowledge. After all, is she everything I know?

But Alphilis, whom I know, was a gentle, wise, and very free soul-bearing daughter. I listened honestly, and I felt like I had a daughter or sister who could. My daughter, who gave me almost all of my knowledge, is cooking now. But lacking in artistic talent, the cuisine she makes is very much the same as that of a man. I've been here about the year, and every time I tell her to be somewhat discreet, it doesn't seem to fit her personality. Apparently noble life is just like mine, and it wouldn't deserve it. Well, I don't even care about people in the back of the mountain like this, so if you raised me and you, naturally.

Alphilis doesn't look like a muse, but I think this kind of woman is easy for us to live with. Because in a muse, it's just a ritual to do anything. Whoa, did I raise her to be that way? You could have done something wrong to her.

I was blurry looking at Alphilis' back. And as I look behind it, I look at her, who begins to shine very brightly as a woman, and wonder if she will be sawdust beautiful in the future. It's highly educated, and if you just remember some crunchiness, well, I don't think she'd be ashamed to put it out anywhere.

On the other hand, I don't think I want this woman out of here anywhere. If you can, permanently in my hands... no, do something stupid. I know I have a short life span, and even after my death I slapped her on her knightly gestures and all sorts of knowledge. I'm also going to ask Hausen to lend me something about her, and I can't possibly lock up the glowing future of Alphilis. How can I say I am the bearer of such a sexual orientation that I will no longer be a human being if I do so?... right, you know what? Is this the border between me being a demon king or a human being? So this is your last destiny? At one time I thanked fate, but it still eats shit like fate. It's like ridiculing (bruising) me, what a disgusting trick you are.

Let's get some sleep today. I don't think about Locke when the night is long. I must be tired. If you think about it tomorrow, you'll come up with a whole new idea.

Continued

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