Look Back and Reflect
At the entrance to Dragon Mountain, reaching a rock wall once concealed by ivy
"Ah... it no longer needs to be concealed."
The hole in the rock wall has been carefully cut away
The ivy has been removed
The inside is well maintained.
"Shiro-sama, isn't it! I've heard of you!
A few young Lizardmen were guarding
Correct posture and polite response
It seems that the number of baskets in the vertical hole has also been increased to two.
Apparently, they've made it so they can move them alternately.
"Here you go, I'll give it to you just in case."
He handed me a piece of dead leaf.
I miss this, too.
If something went wrong with your body during the ascent, you bite it.
"I'm not supposed to eat this, right?"
"That's right"
The basket rises
After climbing a certain amount, the other basket passes by from above
The basket stops at the top and I went out of the cave
"It's so bright..."
Nothing has changed from the past.
Clouds cover the whole area, and the sunlight pierces the sky from far above.
Every step I take reminds me of the old days.
However, the Lizardmen's settlement had disappeared.
Only a few huts remained.
"Oh, Shiro-sama, welcome."
One old Lizardman.
I remember.
"Chief. It's been a while."
"Hohoho! I'm about to die, though!"
Former chief, to be exact.
Rumseil is the current chief of the clan.
He took over the job and now that he's done, he's got some free time on his hands.
It is said that he now guards his grave here.
"The grave is in that place. When you are finished, please come and see me."
A narrow path surrounded by a sea of clouds
I proceeded alone.
At the end of the path was a carefully polished gravestone.
"Yo... I thought it would be a bigger grave."
No answer, of course.
"Well, you don’t like flashy things.
...Sedona is doing well. But I'm sorry."
I'm sorry about this matter
"No, I’m really sorry for putting my hands on her."
Will you forgive me?
"I will take full responsibility. I swear that I will never make her unhappy."
I put a bouquet on the grave
"What else should I talk about? Hahaha, I can't think of anything!"
So I sit there for a while.
I look at the grave and think about the past.
The sun slanted a little
"Well then... I'll come again."
And I leave
-Next time, bring me some alcohol-
"Eh?"
I thought I heard something.
I turn around, and there's nothing but a grave.
Right after that, a big wind blows.
The bouquet is blown away and the torn petals dance in the air
"...Next time I come, I'll bring some good liquor."
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