Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 377

377. Mores Exploration Journal (5)

That morning.

Before becoming the model for the portrait, Owen briefly composed the composition and discussed various aspects of the painting with Amelia.

Meanwhile, he received an unexpected request from a painter.

“You want to draw cormorant feather decorations?”

“Yes, sir. “I was very impressed by the victory ceremony that took place the other day.”

The exotic decorations not commonly seen in Delcross seemed to have brought some powerful inspiration to this talented artist.

‘Mores scolded me so much for being dirty… … .’

When Owen nodded absentmindedly, the young painter lowered his head with a brightened face.

“Thank you, sir! Now just leave it to me! The majestic appearance of that day, even the halo shining softly from behind the Emperor! “I will try to save every detail!”

It’s good to be motivated, but what? halo?

‘My friend, who is an artist, doesn’t have a very good eye. Is it okay to leave it like this?’

While Owen was perplexed, Amelia, who was standing next to him, smiled proudly and added,

“good idea. Decorate all the feathers with gold, and draw long hair and a nice cape blowing in the wind. “I’m sure it’ll be cool!”

“That’s a bit…” … .”

Isn’t it excessively cringy? Was Amelia’s taste like that originally?

Owen wanted to stop her, but when he saw her sparkling eyes, he couldn’t stop speaking. Perhaps she didn’t know that the image of an already completed portrait was glimmering before Amelia’s eyes.

“It will be grander than the portrait of Emperor Remus, who was called the full body. “It will definitely be a great picture, brother.”

“Yes, yes.”

Owen had no choice but to nod.

“But will you be okay? That guy is a painter hired by Mores. “Mores seemed to be very fond of the cormorant feathers, but I wonder if she drew them as she pleased and then got criticized for it later?”

Then Amelia opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“huh? Why would Mores do that? Oh, you say it’s chicken hair? That’s just a joke he’s telling. “Mores was the one who first suggested drawing feathers.”

“But it’s messy for me…” … .”

“Well, it was a bit dusty from the long trip. “Mores’ personal maid will probably have cleaned them by now.”

“… … .”

“Brother.”

As if sensing something in Owen’s expression, Amelia gently took his hand.

“It’s not messy. Every single one of those feathers is a precious record, right? “It is an item that proves what my brother worked hard to achieve on the southern front, so how could Mores dare to tamper with it?”

Owen was skeptical after hearing this, but there was no doubt in Amelia’s gaze as she stared straight at him.

“Maybe Mores is a little worried about her brother. “Funny enough, some of the high-ranking priests are raising their voices saying that it is not right for the prince of the Holy Empire to follow the barbaric customs of the pagans.”

“… … .”

“Aren’t they people who have been having a hard time finding fault with their older brother? So, Mores probably wants to show them a nice and familiar side for a while, and reduce their unnecessary resistance even a little.”

“… “Amelia.”

At this point, Owen couldn’t help but ask her.

“How can you think so favorably of Mores’ intentions? Even if he lost his memory. “You remember every detail of how the old Mores treated us all, right?”

“Brother… … .”

Owen originally liked to think simply and did not bother to worry about unnecessary things.

That’s why I’ve been ignoring other people’s disdain for a while. I thought it was a natural check for a prince who suddenly came in. If you listen to it pointlessly, it will only worsen your reputation.

Then all I had to do was pretend not to hear it and ignore it. After a certain amount of time passes and you show yourself to be the right person, isn’t this a problem that will eventually subside naturally?

‘but… … .’

Strangely enough, I could never get over it like that when it came to Mores. We got angry like children, raised our voices and fought with each other.

Where is that? Aren’t the uncomfortable feelings that can’t be resolved by just that still remain tightly coiled in your heart even after many years have passed?

It didn’t seem like himself at all. So I was confused.

‘What do I want to do now? Could it be that I said something unnecessary to Amelia? There is no reason to make an issue of trivial past events now… … .’

Now, I couldn’t quite understand my own feelings, what on earth I wanted from Mores.

“okay. I see.”

Amelia, who was silent for a moment, slowly nods her head.

Her gray eyes, just like Mores’ in the picture, met Owen’s with deep understanding. It was a mysterious gaze that seemed to penetrate into the essence of everything.

“Do you really want to reconcile with that girl?”

“… … !”

“If it were someone else’s business, you probably wouldn’t have worried about it. “If it wasn’t for that girl in the first place, the events of the past wouldn’t have left scars in my heart.”

His younger sister, who has always been unusually smart for her age, not only understands Owen’s feelings, but also accurately pinpoints his inner thoughts that even he doesn’t know about.

“You could just cover it up and pretend that things are going well, but my brother still thinks that’s not enough. Because that’s probably not sincere. “He always wants to be close to his family sincerely.”

“I, I… … .”

“huh. So, I’m thinking that I want to face her properly even now and relieve all the clutter in my heart.”

Amelia’s eyes looking up at him were full of affection and trust.

“Thank you for not giving up on Mores and for still treating me sincerely. “Your brother is a kind person, after all.”

* * *

To others, it seemed like he was resting and doing nothing, but in fact, Seongjin was anxiously trying various things on his own.

The terror of Gehenna.

It was not a flame that could be extinguished at will. However, it’s not like you can just shake it off somewhere.

then-

‘There is no other way. I must control it according to my will!’

The reason why Seonghwang, who comes running to him every time he suffers from high fever, leaves the last ember behind instead of extinguishing it.

Seongjin instinctively understood it without having to hear any explanation from him. So, every time he came to his senses for a moment, he tried his best to control the aura of Dantian that was left to the dust.

‘this… … !’

But the results were not very encouraging. If I touched the Danjeon clumsily, the interval between fevers would only shorten, and I would have to lose my mind again.

As I was doing this, a month had already passed by.

Can the fires of Gehenna really be controlled? I wasn’t sure. There was only a vague premonition that it would not be long before.

But there was no other way for Seongjin. Just the hope that someday I will be able to get my Aurors back, and that everything will work out well in the end. I have no choice but to cling to that one thread-like feeling.

‘hey! Tell me, devil! This is the flame you used before, right? ‘How on earth do you control it?’

When Seongjin became frustrated and asked this, the demon king just whimpered without answering.

What on earth is wrong with this guy? I don’t know how to console myself. I’m tired of eating bear meat soup every time!

To tell the truth, bear meat wasn’t Seongjin’s favorite, but there was nothing else he could do for a guy who was stuck in such a situation.

The good news is that every time you share a taste, the devil stops whimpering and just concentrates on the sensation.

‘This is why I can’t give up bear meat… … .’

While he was suffering like this, there was another thing that was bothering him. It was Owen’s son who came to the treatment room from time to time, clamoring for him to take the cure.

Contrary to the expectation that it would be awkward to see his face in person, he did not change one bit from his appearance in Pangea Chronicle. Moreover, in real life, he was a formidable brat.

‘Is that guy crazy?’

Although he didn’t express it outwardly, the first time he saw the object he brought out as a cure, Seongjin was deeply embarrassed.

That cure was the item that Owen brought back with him when he went to see the goddess Justitia!

‘You crazy guy! How on earth did you get this item, but are you giving it away so recklessly? ‘I heard that’s a must-have item for some important quest?’

Moreover, the bigger problem was that the treatment Owen offered was of no use to him.

Seongjin instinctively knew that fact, but unfortunately, it was very difficult to properly explain it to him. Because there was nothing else to base it on other than one’s own feelings.

“No, that means you should try it out first to see if it’s useful or not!”

look. This is how this tactless guy ends up.

“But there is one possibility!”

Seongjin was truly heartbroken as he watched this guy who couldn’t even pay for his night’s pay.

‘No, you idiot. Let alone the possibility.’

Is this guy out of his mind to ask me to use that precious item as a test? And if it just evaporates into thin air without any results, what are you going to do about it later?

Seongjin, who was irritated, turned his head and responded sullenly.

“huh. doesn’t exist. And that thing looks really bad.”

So put it away. I will never eat it.

“Kaaaaak!”

When Owen eventually walked away holding the back of his neck, Seongjin furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at him.

So don’t keep wasting your time here, and find something more productive for yourself while you’re in the imperial capital, you idiot!

Then one afternoon.

Owen appeared with a slightly different expression than usual, and as usual, he pulled an armchair next to the bed and flopped down on it.

Then, uncharacteristically, he glances at Seongjin.

‘What is this guy doing now?’

Seongjin, unable to bear the awkward atmosphere, asked Owen first.

“What? “Are you here to force me to take medicine again?”

“… “If I force you, would you ever want to eat it?”

“no.”

At Seongjin’s firm answer, Owen sighed as if he had lost some energy.

“Okay, whatever. I thought so. Just forget it. “Because it’s already out of my hands.”

For a moment, it seemed like Owen was secretly exchanging glances with Lord Martha, but Seongjin was preoccupied with something else.

‘okay. You mean you no longer recommend treatments?’

thank god. You’ve been tired of refusing all this time.

Seongjin felt a little relieved and buried himself deeply in the bed.

“hmm.”

As if the recent nagging had paid off, Owen had thrown away the old greaves he usually wore and was wearing proper Delcross attire. Of course, the long hair flowing carelessly and a couple of buttons undone were still there.

I inadvertently glanced at the bright red sign that was visible through my open shirt, but I couldn’t figure out what Owen was thinking and quickly buttoned it up and made an excuse.

“Oh, my clothes aren’t that neat? sorry. “I’ve been paying attention these days, but it’s been a while since I’ve worn clothes like this and it’s frustrating.”

I didn’t really intend to point out the attire. Well, first of all, where are all the dirty chicken furs removed?

However, seeing as he was being overly cautious, it seemed like Owen was still keeping in mind what Seongjin had pointed out not long ago.

“… I told Edith to trim the chicken feathers. “You can take it later when you go.”

Then, as if he had heard something unexpected, Owen stared at Seongjin for a while with wide eyes.

“you… … .”

“what. “Why, what?”

“no. What Amelia said was really right… … .”

“huh?”

“Hmm, so you’ve really changed a lot?”

Seongjin frowned for a moment.

‘What does this guy want to do all of a sudden?’

However, perhaps because he was completely free from the pressure of having to refuse the treatment, Seongjin’s heart became more generous than ever before.

“Well, I’m sorry if I’ve pointed out too much so far. “I’m sure you can take care of it, but I think I went a little too far.”

“… ok?”

“see. Shall we think about whether there is anything more to be sorry about for throwing him out? “First of all, I heard that I had a lot of fights with you in the past, but I can’t remember what I did wrong, so I’m sorry for that too.”

“What?!”

Crash!

Owen was startled and jumped back in his chair. His face looked so tired as if he had seen a ghost, and Seongjin began to feel bad for her sarcasm.

‘No, you bastard! Even if the person apologizes!’

But didn’t they say to remove the ox’s horn as soon as possible? Seongjin, who could not shake off the feeling that the right moment had come, suppressed the bitter words that threatened to come out at any moment and continued.

“Well, at this point, if there’s anything you’ve been upset about, you can tell me. “I’ll listen to it first.”

“… … .”

It was right then.

Owen’s expression seemed to soften, but then the hearty laugh that I was familiar with from Pangea Chronicles came out!

“haha. You and I didn’t fight because something special happened. I don’t remember the details either. “It’s all in the past anyway.”

That was Owen’s sincerity.

Because as Carrie said the other day, all of that past suddenly felt like a child’s fight over nothing.

Just as the ever-growing ice caps can easily collapse with just the slightest vibration, the core of tangled emotions could also disappear like melting snow with just the slightest trigger.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Owen’s cheerful laughter echoes throughout the treatment room.

“… … ?”

Seongjin and Masain looked at each other in confusion, but Owen just smiled coolly for a long time, paying no attention to their gazes.

fantasy,