Mid Fire Month (8th Month), Day 26, 13:45
The Kingdom of Re-Estize and its capital, Re-Estize.
A country with a total population of 9 million, ‘old’ would be the best way to describe its capital. A place of history, the unchanging daily life, a dirty city that hides under the guise of antiquity, a static city— the place held various such meanings.
It was something that could be easily understood with a simple stroll through town.
Aside from the few actual houses on either side, the apparent harshness of the surroundings meant that freshness or splendor was sorely lacking. However, how this was interpreted was different depending on the individual. Indeed, there may be those who see it as the tranquil atmosphere of a land rich with history. Others could see it as a dull city, endless in its stagnation.
It looked as if the capital would continue to exist as is, even if there was nothing that was immune to change.
The capital had many roads that were left unpaved. Because of this, in the event that such places became wet from the rain, they would turn into mires that raised doubts over whether one was truly inside a city. This did not mean that the Kingdom was poor. You could not compare them with places like the Theocracy or Empire.
With the roads being narrow, people did not walk in the middle of the path — in the way of the carriages — instead, they squeezed through the sides in a disorderly manner. The Kingdom’s citizens were already used to such congestion and walked like they were trying to slip through the cracks, skillfully avoiding others heading in the opposite direction.
Despite this, the path Sebas was taking was different from the norm in that it was wide and paved with the seldom seen stone blocks.
The reason was obvious with a glance of the surroundings. As the central road of the capital, the houses that were lined up side-by-side were large and magnificent, radiating a feeling of wealth.
As Sebas walked briskly with a dignified air, followed by the eyes of various middle-aged women and young ladies charmed by his elegance. Though there was the occasional woman who would brazenly send him a sultry gaze to his face, Sebas paid them no mind. With an upright back and steady eyes directed straight ahead, his feet did not falter for even a moment.
The feet that seemed to show no signs of stopping until it reached its destination suddenly halted and focused its attention on the carriage that was approaching from the side. It then turned ninety degrees and crossed the road.
At the place he was heading to was an old woman. She was sitting next to a bulky carrying frame while massaging her ankles.
“Is there a problem?”
Surprised at having been suddenly approached by a stranger, the old woman raised her face, revealing a pair of wary eyes. But that suspicion immediately weakened upon seeing Sebas’ appearance and elegant attire.
“You seem to be having trouble. Is there any way I can be of assistance?”
“N-no sir. Not at all.”
“Please do not let it bother you. Extending a hand to those in need is a matter of course.”
Sebas showed a bright smile, causing the old woman to blush. The handsome smile from the gentleman overflowing with charisma shattered her last vestige of defense.
Having finished peddling from her street stall, the old woman was returning home when she sprained her ankle and had found herself in a difficult situation.
Even though the area around the road generally maintained a decent public order, it didn’t mean that the people who traversed here were all law-abiding citizens. It was still possible to run into bad luck by asking the wrong type of people for help and end up losing both the money and goods. Knowing that such incidents were reality, the old woman could not blindly ask for help and was at a loss.
Then it was simple.
“I will accompany you. May I ask you to guide me?”
“Good sir, will that really be alright?!”
“Of course. It is customary to help those in need.”
Sebas turned his back to the old woman who was thanking him repeatedly.
“Then, please get on.”
“T-that’s…”
The old woman’s embarrassed voice.
“I’ll end up dirtying your clothes!”
However—
Sebas showed a kind smile.
Just how was having one’s clothes dirtied significant? Something like that did not even merit a cause for concern when helping others.
He was suddenly reminded of his comrades in the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Their strange expressions; scowling faces that showed clear contempt. And at the head would be Demiurge. But no matter what he may say, Sebas firmly believed that this was right.
Helping others was the right thing to do.
Having convinced the old woman through her repeated refusal, he carried her on his back and lifted the luggage with one hand.
The sight of him lifting such a heavy object without even a falter drew a sigh of awe from not only the old woman, but from those around them.
With her as his guide, Sebas began to walk.
Chapter 1
A Boy’s Feelings
Translator: Sene9ty
Editors/Proofreaders: JcqC, Ferro, TaintedDream, Namorax, Skythewood, SifaV6, Kaezar
Part 1
Lower Fire Month (9th Month), Day 2, 23:30
The man lit the lantern hanging from his waist. The special oil gave rise to a green flame that dyed the surroundings with a ghastly hue.
He stepped outside, feeling the heat seep into his body. Though the man wore a bitter expression, he had to attest at least this much to the season. Even when the sun wasn’t up, at this time of the day, everywhere in the Kingdom was humid from the heat. With that said, the worst of it was supposed to have passed and the days to get steadily cooler. Not even the smallest sign of this could be found anywhere.
“Man~ it’s hot today too.”
“No kidding. They say it’s supposed to be cooler up a bit north, near the ocean.”
The man’s partner for the night said in response to his grumbling.
“If it rained then this heat might ease up a bit.”
He looked to the sky as he spoke but saw only clear skies with no trace of even a single cloud in sight, let alone rain clouds. The stars shining brightly overhead, it was the familiar sight of the night sky.