Ending Maker Episode 459
SS #37 Kang Yu-jin (12)
The capital, where the National Foundation Day celebration was in full swing, was filled with talk about the ball that had taken place the night before.
From the perspective of the royal family, who were the main organizers of the National Foundation Day, this was a very desirable situation, but Grand Duke Dion, the prime minister of the kingdom and the current king’s top follower, could not hide his discomfort.
“The main character of this commemorative event should be my older sister… … .”
Although he had been ruling for over ten years, he only formally assumed the throne last night.
But what most of the people of the royal capital were talking about was not the beauty, elegance, wisdom, or grace of King Daphne.
Other stories than that.
For example, the story of the dance of the goddess incarnation and the incarnation’s companion who appeared at the ball last night and reenacted history, or the story of the incarnation’s daughter who reenacted the legendary midnight flight.
“Don’t be so angry, it’s good to be good.”
Even though she was in her twenties and now in her thirties, King Daphne was still beautiful – no, rather, she exuded a mature charm. Duke Dion pouted his lips as if he was still dissatisfied with her words.
“What a beautiful and compassionate older sister you are… … .”
“Yes, yes. I am beautiful and merciful, just as you said. And since you, Dion, know that, I am satisfied with that.”
King Daphne, who spoke affectionately as if soothing a child, smiled again at the sight of his younger sister, who had not changed one bit since her childhood even though she was over thirty, and stretched out on the throne.
“Anyway, how is the Incarnation’s mansion? It’ll be noisy because of yesterday’s commotion, right?”
“As you know, Sister, the Pope is a very obsessive person. He is also a terrible father-fool.”
Daphne smiled again at Dion shaking his head as if he was going crazy, then closed her eyes for a moment and recalled the scene she had seen yesterday.
A black-haired girl who jumped out of the balcony while holding a boy bigger than her in her arms, saying that Prince Eugene was a gentleman and that it would be okay.
‘Yuri.’
Yuria August Bayer.
The most noble girl in the world, born between the sun goddess and the patron god of the Pleiades.
I’ve known about Yuria for a long time.
That’s why Daphne’s attention was focused on the boy in Yuria’s arms rather than on Yuria.
Prince Eugene.
A boy who suddenly appeared.
Who is that child?
What kind of child was he that he ended up in such a relationship with Yuria?
Daphne, who had been playing with her long, voluminous blonde hair like a toy, smiled again.
This is because it seemed like new fun had been added to the National Foundation Day events that will continue from tomorrow.
But at this very moment.
While King Daphne and Prince Dion were having a small talk.
The Incarnation’s Mansion was burning down due to an incident other than Yuria and her fiancé’s nighttime escape.
* * *
The Mansion of the Incarnation.
To be exact, it is the mansion of Count Hresvelg, located right next to the Mansion of the Incarnation.
Vivian was shedding tears.
And it was the same with her siblings.
There is one reason.
A reason that is so simple and clear, and much more powerful than the fact that Count Hresvelg fainted and woke up standing up.
“Fuck, I’m a fan!”
Vivian, clasping her hands together, spoke in a tearful voice, and her siblings, lined up behind her, also had similar faces and were saying almost the same lines.
That’s right.
The children of Count Hresvelg.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that these children, who were born into families that used the Builtwein Heroes before birth – that is, as prenatal education – received their home education itself as Builtwein Heroes.
Just like how Eugene was educated at home through heroic stories.
That is why all the children of Count Hresvelg liked – no, loved – the story of the Heroes of Bildwein.
When a new book came out, I would run to the bookstore and stand in line without being asked, and when I got my hands on a new book to read, I would naturally take a bath and cleanse myself.
From the eldest to the youngest, all of the Counts of Hresvelg loved the tale of the Heroes of Builtwein, but the one who loved the tale of the Heroes of Builtwein the most was the eldest daughter, Vivian.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that her life was a life filled with the heroic tales of Builtwein.
Having grown up listening to Count Hresvelg read her the tale of the Heroes of Wildwein since she could babble, she would read the tales of the Heroes of Wildwein to her younger siblings instead of fairy tales at bedtime, and when she wasn’t meeting friends like Regina and Yuria, she would spend time playing with Wildwein in “Wildwein Land” with her younger siblings.
Although Regina hated it so much that she didn’t show it, Vivian’s favorite hobby was dressing up her beloved younger brother Walter as a Wildweed.
To Vivian, Sanudil, the author of the Bildwein Heroes, was a god himself.
The person who created the Built Vine Heroes Chronicles.
The one who created everything including Builtvine.
But that god is right in front of you?
What mattered to Vivian was not the fact that Kamael was Sanudil.
What was important to her was the fact that the author of the Bildwein Chronicles had appeared before her eyes.
Vivian and her brothers fervently shared their faith, and Lucas, who had just woken up, joined the procession.
Scarlett smiled bitterly, hitting the back of Kai’sa’s head, interrupting her writing about her hopes for the release of a 19+ version of Builtvine’s Heroes.
‘It’s chaos, chaos.’
It’s a veritable crucible of madness.
But Scarlett knew.
What I’m saying is that the current commotion is just the beginning.
“Kamael was Sanudil?!”
Regina was startled and didn’t know what to do, and Elwin, who was next to her, looked like an eleven-year-old boy for the first time since they had met last night.
“Yes, I need your autograph.”
Elwin, with an excited face and his feet thumping, hurried to the bookstore to buy a book to get signed, and Regina followed him absentmindedly.
And the girl.
She, who was in a way the one who caused all this confusion, had a bitter smile mixed with regret.
‘Master, you finally got caught.’
Because Yuria had already known from the beginning that Kamael was Sanudil.
And it was the same with Uther.
‘I finally got it.’
The publisher that is currently publishing the Biltvine Heroes is affiliated with the Cordelia Merchant Association, so Uder, the ruler of the Cordelia Merchant Association, has long known that Sanudil is Kamael.
‘Did Dad know too?’
‘Then you didn’t know?’
While Yuria and Eugene were having a conversation through their eyes, Cordelia, who was the only one unaware of this fact, opened her eyes wide in surprise.
“Wow, woah, woah. Kamael? Kamaelsa?”
Yuria looked up at Cordelia, who kept exclaiming in surprise as if she was really surprised, and then turned her gaze to Yuder again.
‘But, Dad. Why didn’t you tell Mom?’
‘That was so I could see you surprised like this one day. A surprised mom is the cutest thing in the world.’
Uther smiled and looked back at Cordelia, and Yuria nodded, although there was a slight delay.
Because I imagined Eugene’s eyes widening in surprise, I could roughly understand what he meant.
Anyway, when the woman and the man were both having dark thoughts.
“Kamael! Kamael! Kamael!”
An angelic woman with a face full of joy descended upon the Hresvelg Count’s house, and Kamael, who had been signing autographs nonstop for Vivian and other children, suddenly frowned.
What appeared were Lena and Landius.
They were Kamael’s closest friends, but also the ones he most wanted to avoid at this moment.
* * *
“Jaina cried and cried. It was unreasonable. Why should only Biltwein be the one to make such sacrifices? Why should Biltwein shed blood for those ungrateful things who will forget everything by tomorrow morning? To Jaina’s question, the girl cried sadly, Biltwein smiled as always and said, ‘Because it’s the right thing to do.’”
As Lena read the Bildwein Chronicles in a bright voice, the children of Count Hresvelg, including Vivian, shed tears as if they were moved by the passage they had read dozens of times before, Landius smiled, and Kamael placed both hands on his bright red face.
Lena’s Reading of the Builtwein Heroes.
As soon as he appeared at Count Hresvelg’s house, Kamael shuddered at the atrocities Lena had committed.
This was an assassination.
No, it was an open act of murder.
“Oh my goodness, oh my goodness. I knew our Kamael was a secretly romantic, but I didn’t know he was a best-selling author.”
Lena hugged Kamael’s arm and smiled cutely as she spoke.
It was truly an angelic smile, and a truly lovely sight, but Kamael simply turned away from Lena, making a face as if he had bitten a bug.
“Yes, yes. Isn’t that our Randy, Builtvine? I’ve suspected this for a long time, but if our Kamael is the author… … Is it true? Yes? Yes, yes?”
Kamael thought as Lena continued to attack.
‘I made a mistake.’
The person who should have kept the truth from Kamael himself, Sanudil, is the one who found out.
“Then, is Kagan our Kamael? Then this time, should we read the part where Kagan and Builtvine meet?”
A devil, not an angel.
A great demon, not a saint.
Lena, who had been smiling all the time with a face full of joy, suddenly flinched and stiffened.
It wasn’t because Kamael, who was dizzy with shame, fought back.
Because while I was looking for a part to read diligently to tease Kamael, one thing came to mind.
“Hey, Kamael. Is that me, Jaina?”
Builtwein was so popular with women that there was a joke that he made lovers wherever he went.
But Builtwein was never a womanizer.
There was only one person he truly loved.
Jaina.
The girl who went on my first adventure with me.
When we first met, she was a small and young girl, but after more than ten years of adventure in Builtwein, she has grown into the most beautiful and wise woman in the world, and is now the great wizard of the century.
“Jaina’s beauty was such that it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a goddess descended to earth. But Biltwein knew. Her inner self was far more… … beautiful… than her goddess-like outer appearance… … that is… … the fact… ….”
Lena’s face turned bright red as she read excitedly, and Kamael’s face did the same.
“Should we stop here?”
“Let’s stop here.”
Now it seems like it’s starting to become a mutual stabbing rather than a one-sided attack.
Lena awkwardly released Kamael’s arm, and Kamael coughed to relieve his embarrassment. Landius, who was watching the two of them, burst into hearty laughter as usual.
* * *
The National Foundation Day celebration continued.
The days of festival that lasted for a whole week.
Wherever Eugene went, Yuriah was with him.
They cheered on Regina and Vivian, who participated in the martial arts tournament together, and applauded for Elwin, who won the arm wrestling competition.
The two of them walk together through the streets at night, which are filled with lanterns and feel like daylight, and sit on a hill and watch the fireworks.
It wasn’t just Eugene and Yuriah who were excited and stuck around.
Regina and Elwin traveled around the capital, and Ember accompanied Aiden to stop him from stalking Regina.
Vivian laughed and chatted with her brothers, led by Walter, and danced every night with her sister and her brothers, who loved her so much.
And so, after a dreamlike week, the National Foundation Day celebration came to a close.
Eugene and I are going on a trip together.
Don’t look for me, I’ll be back soon.
I’m so happy right now.
Yuder tried to transform into a black wolf when he saw a letter that looked familiar on top of Yuria’s bed, and Cordelia smiled bitterly as she tried to stop him.
Maia and Dahlia unconsciously thought of the word ‘karma’.
And the same time, a completely different place.
Yuria took a deep breath and looked back at Eugene, who was holding her hand tightly, and asked.
“Is this Earth?”
“Yeah, Earth.”
“The air is bad. Does your throat feel scratchy?”
“uh?”
Eugene blinked in confusion at Yuria’s words, and Yuria smiled again.
“It’s okay though. Eugene oppa is by my side.”
It’s just air, you just have to endure it.
Eugene blushed at Yuria’s fresh yet affectionate voice, then spoke shyly.
“Me too. As long as Yuria is here, I’m fine with anywhere.”
“Hehe, then oppa. I’ll ask you to guide me.”
“Okay, just leave it to me.”
Because there were a lot of gold coins that the old man had given me.
Exchanging money was a bit of a problem, but I had enough money.
“Let’s go, Yuria.”
“Yeah, brother.”
The two people, holding hands again, walked side by side, and Eugene and Yuria looked at each other as if they had made a promise.
He smiled brightly.
fin
The day after the National Foundation Day ceremony.
Vivian, who had just returned home, opened her eyes wide as soon as she saw Regina, who was jumping around excitedly at the thought of soon becoming a big sister.
“Mom, what did you just say?”
“I said that my younger siblings would be born.”
The reason Scarlett came looking for Vivian herself a few days ago.
A matter that could not be conveyed because it was buried in the fact that Kamael was Sanudil.
“Your younger siblings?”
“Yeah, brothers.”
Because not only Scarlett, but also Kaisa had a child.
“As always, please take good care of me, my eldest.”
New brothers.
The Hresvelg Legion becomes eleven when two more are added.
Vivian’s face became blank without her knowing it, but it only lasted for a moment.
Soon, she became the eldest child again, and she thumped her chest as if asking me to leave it to her, then smiled pleasantly and said.
“Then how about prenatal education with the new book that will be released this time?”
“Um… I’ll think about that.”
Scarlett laughed bitterly at Count Hresvelg’s innocent suggestion, and Vivian laughed heartily as she thought of names for her new siblings.
fin
