TL: Leila
Editor: OhHeck
Pr: Kay
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A pleasant, cool breeze had been blowing across the meadow for quite a while now, rustling the spring grass as it spread its youthful growth across the land. The bright, shimmering sun was about to set over the horizon, beyond the hills and the meadow.
“So that is how your mother and father got married. Many people came to the ceremony and congratulated us, the songs and dances kept going one after the other, and your father wouldn’t let go of your mother in her bridal dress until the ceremony was over.”
The boy squinted his eyes and looked at his mother’s delicate profile that glowed in the bright orange sunset. His mother smiled happily and turned her gaze from the setting sun to the boy.
No matter how old she was, his mother had never lost her girlish loveliness, and she looked beautiful even in the eyes of her son. It was easy to imagine how his father had never let go of his mother in her bridal dress during the wedding ceremony. After all, even to this day, his father rarely left his mother’s side.
“And then?! Tell me what happened next!”
Unable to contain his curiosity, the boy turned to his mother to seek more stories of his parents’ relationship.
His mother placed her hand gently on the boy’s shoulder and continued in her usual gentle tone.
“Your father has been as kind as always since we got married, my boy. Now, go back to your father, he’s calling for you.”
“But I want to hear more.”
“I’ll see you later, little one. For now, you should go.”
The boy, who had been resting with his mother in the shade of a tree, looked at his father. His father was standing in the middle of the field with his sword in hand. Sure enough, his father was looking at him, holding his hand out to gesture him over.
The break was over.
The boy felt shivers run down his spine at the thought of starting that intense sword training again.
His father was a knight of great strength, and it was apparent that he was trying to pass his skill and strength to the boy, his only son. The young boy also dreamed of becoming a great knight, just like his father one day.
However, the boy had just turned eight years old.
Based on this country’s custom, the son of a knight was allowed to carry a sword after his eighth birthday. And as expected, the boy was given a long sword by his parents on his eighth birthday. The heavy sword shone with a bright, silver glow and was almost as tall as the boy.
“Remember why we carry swords,” his father said.
“Swords aren’t wielded to plunder and slaughter. We carry swords to protect the people we love.”
Then, as if possessed by something, the father began to teach the boy swordsmanship.
The boy had heard many rumors that the city was not very safe these days. Perhaps because of this, his father, who was usually strict yet mild-mannered, had been training him from morning to night like a demon.
He wanted to rest a little longer, listening to his mother’s old stories….. but the boy picked up his sword, left the shade of the tree where his mother sat, and joined his father standing in the middle of the field.
His father’s jet-black eyes stared at the boy’s movements.
The boy had eyes that resembled his father’s.
“What were you talking about?”
His father queried in a calm voice as the boy reached right in front of him. The boy glanced towards the shade of the tree where his mother was, shrugged his shoulders, and answered.
“I was listening to the story of father’s and mother’s love story. She seemed very happy.”
His father looked up, stared straight at his mother in the distance, and smiled softly. It was a smile so full of affection that even the setting sun seemed to fade away.
“But I only heard it halfway. I wish I could have listened to it a bit longer.”
When he muttered his dissatisfaction in a low voice, his father turned toward the boy with the same smile he had for his mother and placed his hand on the boy’s short, jet-black hair, which was the exact same color as his eyes.
His father’s hand was large, strong, and muscular.
To him, a young boy, there seemed to be nothing on earth more powerful than his father’s hand.
“If you want to hear the rest of it, we’ll have to wait until evening.”
“Yes.”
The boy’s father was about to draw his sword.
However, he paused, suddenly lifting the corner of his lips and let out a wry smile.
“But there’s a reason why we’re only halfway through the story.”
The boy held the handle of his sword to match his father’s position, but before he assumed proper posture, he tilted his head.
“Why?”
“Why? Because our story is not over yet. And it will never end. Our story will be passed on to you, Zain, and then to your children. And then to their children, and their children. Everlasting.”
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TL: Leila
Editor: OhHeck
Pr: Kay
Read Advance chapters for the month of July by becoming a patron HERE
A pleasant, cool breeze had been blowing across the meadow for quite a while now, rustling the spring grass as it spread its youthful growth across the land. The bright, shimmering sun was about to set over the horizon, beyond the hills and the meadow.
“So that is how your mother and father got married. Many people came to the ceremony and congratulated us, the songs and dances kept going one after the other, and your father wouldn’t let go of your mother in her bridal dress until the ceremony was over.”
The boy squinted his eyes and looked at his mother’s delicate profile that glowed in the bright orange sunset. His mother smiled happily and turned her gaze from the setting sun to the boy.
No matter how old she was, his mother had never lost her girlish loveliness, and she looked beautiful even in the eyes of her son. It was easy to imagine how his father had never let go of his mother in her bridal dress during the wedding ceremony. After all, even to this day, his father rarely left his mother’s side.
“And then?! Tell me what happened next!”
Unable to contain his curiosity, the boy turned to his mother to seek more stories of his parents’ relationship.
His mother placed her hand gently on the boy’s shoulder and continued in her usual gentle tone.
“Your father has been as kind as always since we got married, my boy. Now, go back to your father, he’s calling for you.”
“But I want to hear more.”
“I’ll see you later, little one. For now, you should go.”
The boy, who had been resting with his mother in the shade of a tree, looked at his father. His father was standing in the middle of the field with his sword in hand. Sure enough, his father was looking at him, holding his hand out to gesture him over.
The break was over.
The boy felt shivers run down his spine at the thought of starting that intense sword training again.
His father was a knight of great strength, and it was apparent that he was trying to pass his skill and strength to the boy, his only son. The young boy also dreamed of becoming a great knight, just like his father one day.
However, the boy had just turned eight years old.
Based on this country’s custom, the son of a knight was allowed to carry a sword after his eighth birthday. And as expected, the boy was given a long sword by his parents on his eighth birthday. The heavy sword shone with a bright, silver glow and was almost as tall as the boy.
“Remember why we carry swords,” his father said.
“Swords aren’t wielded to plunder and slaughter. We carry swords to protect the people we love.”
Then, as if possessed by something, the father began to teach the boy swordsmanship.
The boy had heard many rumors that the city was not very safe these days. Perhaps because of this, his father, who was usually strict yet mild-mannered, had been training him from morning to night like a demon.
He wanted to rest a little longer, listening to his mother’s old stories….. but the boy picked up his sword, left the shade of the tree where his mother sat, and joined his father standing in the middle of the field.
His father’s jet-black eyes stared at the boy’s movements.
The boy had eyes that resembled his father’s.
“What were you talking about?”
His father queried in a calm voice as the boy reached right in front of him. The boy glanced towards the shade of the tree where his mother was, shrugged his shoulders, and answered.
“I was listening to the story of father’s and mother’s love story. She seemed very happy.”
His father looked up, stared straight at his mother in the distance, and smiled softly. It was a smile so full of affection that even the setting sun seemed to fade away.
“But I only heard it halfway. I wish I could have listened to it a bit longer.”
When he muttered his dissatisfaction in a low voice, his father turned toward the boy with the same smile he had for his mother and placed his hand on the boy’s short, jet-black hair, which was the exact same color as his eyes.
His father’s hand was large, strong, and muscular.
To him, a young boy, there seemed to be nothing on earth more powerful than his father’s hand.
“If you want to hear the rest of it, we’ll have to wait until evening.”
“Yes.”
The boy’s father was about to draw his sword.
However, he paused, suddenly lifting the corner of his lips and let out a wry smile.
“But there’s a reason why we’re only halfway through the story.”
The boy held the handle of his sword to match his father’s position, but before he assumed proper posture, he tilted his head.
“Why?”
“Why? Because our story is not over yet. And it will never end. Our story will be passed on to you, Zain, and then to your children. And then to their children, and their children. Everlasting.”
***
