"It's not about this kid walking down the same path as his ex-husband. Can you imagine what this boy's going to end up with?
The words of Stervese stab Miriazal in the chest. Miriazal exhaled for a little longer, dampening his agitation.
"It's sad indeed. It's nothing more than a fantasy, like the strongest. No one will want to be the strongest if they know if they have to pay enough to be the strongest. Yes, if I knew anything about you."
"But I know that once a man solidifies his resolve, there are times when no one can stop him. Once upon a time, as this self who loved people"
"It's pathetic. I know, and I want you to walk this dangerous path."
"I won't let you wash up at the same end. Now it's not like then, I have a eagle. Not like then..."
"What the concubine said was pity was the fact that this child was attached to the liquidation of his past. This child is not your beloved. Never make a mistake there. If you're wrong, you'll just have to wait for an unfortunate ending for everyone."
"I'm fully aware of that."
Miriazal's eyes were colored by a firm determination. But the pursuit of Stervese was still tough.
"Why do people go all the way harsh... some easier paths if you think only of your own raw. It's stupid."
"You call that stupid. People try to grasp a definite light, even from their plight. That's why humans shine endlessly, even in short raw"
"If you look at a lot of that too, you realize that all of that is just too blinking. I'm tired of concubines... enough of people's sadness and joy."
"Then why did you come down to this surface? He said he was stuck in Pilebos until he found out about Lord Notice and his wife. You should have just observed the world of men on the summit of Pilebos. Didn't you respond to my request?
I spoke to Stelvese as Miriazal was slightly shuddered. But Stelvese's answer was unexpected.
"The concubine has already lived more than six thousand years, but her emotions are still not a stone. It's not like the grandfathers of the ancient dragons. I still care what happened to my concubine. A thousand years ago, it was just that, Miriazal, that reminded me of the emotion of loving something I'd forgotten. My last disciple of the concubine."
"For the concubine, who has constantly observed the movement of this world using the 'Thousand Eyes', which foresees the whole world of men, it has been felt that every event that occurs in the world of men is merely repeated as if writing a book. Events of concern are still occurring in this era.
For one thing, Miriazal. Well, how many years are you going to live?
"... just did you know"
"Know what I mean? From the person who separated the blood of his concubine and gave him so much life. If you wish, you can further divide the blood of your concubine and extend her life. Let the power be more than a full season. Are you willing to take it?
Stervese's proposal should have sounded very bewildering. And Miriazal thought of relying on Stelvese as a way to regain his power.
But Miriazal shook his head to the side.
"Because of this, I refuse. I'm not a creature that could have done that. If you can go back in the past and see yourself, I'd say that when I met you in that mountain where you killed your people then and still ran away with nothing, I'd be happiest to die intact, mindless or not, hoping for revenge, etc. It is so painful to live without a real understanding of the eagle, no matter how good it is done in the world of men, and how people take care of the eagle again.
The eagle is dead at last. I should have died that day, too, the day my dear man died. At least, I should have lived the same time. But the glitches in the world didn't leave me alone. I am grateful in itself that there are those who still care about me, but even that kindness is no longer just painful.
How can we leave those who still hang that life for the eagle alone? It's not for me that the eagles fight, it's for them. Let's go through the road and die. "
"Well... if your lord is a little less serious. Regardless of your surroundings, your Lord might have been a little happier."
Miriazal listened silently to Stervese calling it smudging. Just sleeping on that knee, Jake slept peacefully without knowing the grief of those two.