Standard of Reincarnation 111

Standard of Reincarnation chapter 111

Episode 111

[The fortress leader of the Red Fortress delivers to the first-class cadets.]

The contents of the mission statement, which began with , were not very complicated.

In summary, there were two.

[One. Protect Vincen from the remnants of Helaim.]

[2. Find any treasures that may be hidden in the Franciscan Art Museum.]

After reading the mission statement, Henna immediately grabbed her sword.

“Branch.”

“Right now?”

“Can’t the treasure be taken away?”

She had no doubts about the mission.

“Do you really believe in the grace of the Dragon King?”

“Is it important to the unmanned?”

It didn’t matter if the treasure was present or not.

What was important to her was that the order had been given to find the treasure.

‘It completely excludes judgment on the right or wrong of a mission.’

If you think about it a bit, you’ll see that it’s a bit of a weird mission.

Henna never had any doubts about the mission.

Vincen tried henna.

“If there was a treasure, I would have found it first in Helaim. And there are soldiers of powerful famous families all over the place, so even the remnants of Helaim won’t be able to do any harm to me.”

“therefore?”

“Isn’t it a strange mission overall?”

“The unmanned don’t make value judgments about the mission.”

She walked ahead.

“I just do it. Success or failure, that is all.”

Vincen followed Henna’s footsteps.

The streets were bustling with the march of the citizen revolutionaries.

They showed an orderly appearance based on a strong sense of citizenship.

As a side effect of grace, some people had seizures, but they were quickly subdued.

“Sister, do you know about Francis Eilom?”

“A little bit of a name.”

“It was a name I had never heard of before.”

She couldn’t even remember the name of ‘Francis Eilom’ written in the letter Selvira sent.

Because it wasn’t a very important name to Vincen.

“Perhaps if you ask 100 uninhabited people, they will all say they don’t know.”

“… … .”

Hannah didn’t answer.

The flow of conversation was cut off, but Vincen didn’t care.

“But you knew. And the subspace contained drawing paper and quills. Doesn’t your sister still have a dream?”

“You have a knack for continuing useless stories.”

Vinchen continued.

“I’ve been studying for a while, would you like to listen?”

I was able to remember most things in just one day of studying.

To be precise, it was not Vinchen who remembered it, but what Julian remembered.

“There are rumors that Francis Eilom actually inherited the blood of Yong Ain. Therefore, there is a saying that the hidden treasure is also called ‘the grace of the dragon king’.”

“Probably true.”

“Are you familiar with Francis Eilom?”

“no. All I know is that he has considerable artistic literacy. Since ancient times, Yong-a people have been known to have a deep knowledge of art.”

Vincen and Henna arrived in front of the museum.

The museum was quite large, but there were few people.

The manager was nowhere to be seen.

People paid no attention to the 200th anniversary of the Francis Memorial Hall, paying attention only to the ‘Great Citizens Revolution’.

Therefore, no such event took place.

“It is a structure that enters the museum through the plaza. If you look down from a high place, you can see various patterns.”

“You seem to have studied a lot.”

“Aren’t you curious about what they look like?”

“It is not known exactly, but it is said that it was the image of the protection of the higher gods.”

“Did you know that there is a pattern that accurately embodies the protection of the dog?”

“God of tsunami.”

The tidal wave god Porcedin.

Historically, Porsedin’s name appears a few times.

Nevertheless, Porsedin was classified as a supreme god.

It was because about 200 years ago, the ‘Dragon King’ Abeltan had Porsedin’s protection.

“I heard that the dragon king Abeltan was a hero of war who led the heyday of the dragon. How strong would it be? Could he have been stronger than his father?”

“He’s already dead, so that’s a pointless question.”

Vincen chatted nonstop and walked with Henna.

Arrived at the entrance of the museum.

The manager was still nowhere to be seen.

“It’s a 200-year-old place, and there are no managers. I think I should talk to Sir Laurent and tell him to act quickly.”

“… … .”

I entered the museum entrance.

The ceiling of the museum was very high.

The ceiling was made of opaque glass, and it was structured to receive light from the sky and scatter it.

“On May 31 of each year. At exactly 12 noon, this penetrating sunlight creates a special pattern.”

Well, today was the 31st of May.

The Francis Art Museum shared its history with Helaim, so the date almost coincided with the Heides meeting.

“I may see you in a few hours.”

“… … .”

I looked at the henna with a squint. Hannah didn’t react at all.

“It seems that Francis is a great person.”

Vincen glanced at Henna’s eyes.

Henna was still expressionless.

“It is said that the pattern created by the sunlight resembles the shape of Porcedin’s protection. Did you know that too?”

“I knew.”

On the wall were paintings that Francis had drawn since childhood.

“It is said that Francis showed a genius painting ability from the age of seven. It is said that from around that time, he advocated hyper-realism and painted self-portraits and acquaintances around him… … Oh, there it is. It is said that that painting of his own mother over there won a famous prize at the time. What prize was that… … rail… … What was it?”

“Leiltra Award.”

“ah! you’re right. He said he received the award at the age of eleven. He is the youngest winner, and in nearly 200 years the record has never been broken. In my eyes, I don’t think I’m worse than your sister.”

Vincen looked at the henna again.

Just then, Hannah’s eyes met.

Henna showed a subtle anger.

“What do you want to say?”

“I’m just giving a background for the mission.”

Julian was surprised to see that.

-Oh my God, now, I think Hena-nim is angry?

‘I can see that.’

-Your sister is a doll. You mean you can’t get angry?

‘Who is without emotion?’

No one is without emotions.

If you don’t have emotions, you either don’t know them yourself, or you just ignore them even though you know them.

Vincen thought so.

“No matter how much I think about it, I think the portrait that my sister drew 10 years ago was better.”

Ten years ago, Henna was 9 years old.

“If only I had submitted an entry, my sister must have taken the honor of being the youngest winner.”

“That is not an honor.”

At least in Adenka.

For the warrior of Adenka, the honor of being awarded the Railtra Award was not an honor.

Rather, it was just proof that he had neglected Martial Arts.

“Then how about the Notreberry Award?”

As far as Vinchen knew, the most prestigious award in the field of painting was the Notre Berry Award.

Once a year, selected and awarded by the Notreberry family.

“I think my sister could win a Notreberry Award.”

“It’s like a mosquito humming in your ear.”

Vincen took two steps back, startled.

“Ike, you’ll have to get a little farther to avoid getting hit by the palm of your hand.”

“… … .”

Julian was at a loss for words.

– It’s not like the sister I know. You are clearly angry right now.

Henna Adenka, a first-class representative cadet.

The woman holding the sword was clearly a ‘doll’.

However, Henna who visited the Francis Art Museum was not a ‘doll’.

Without even realizing it herself, she was breaking the doll’s shell and revealing her true nature little by little.

Vinchen caught up with Henna again and spoke up.

“From here on, it is said that this is a painting I drew in my mid-teens. Francis recalls that it was a period of writer’s disease.”

There were colorful and intricate drawings.

Some consisted of only dots and lines, and I couldn’t figure out what was drawn.

“What kind of work is this with one green dot on it?”

The title of the work was ‘Tears’.

Henna spoke without interruption.

“It is said that a drop of tears that someone shed for someone contained the hope that someone could be revived.”

“The world of art is so profound.”

“… … .”

Henna stopped walking.

It was painted by Francis in his mid-20s.

It was a painting of a man in silver armor standing on top of numerous corpses.

“This is a drawing of the dragon king Abeltan. In fact, Francis has never seen the Dragon King. It was drawn with pure imagination, and it is said that it surprised people because it was very similar to the real dragon king. Oh, you know there’s something special about those who fell over there, right?”

Among the many corpses, only one was alive.

He was wearing a uniform with the ‘sun’ symbolizing Adenka.

“At that time, it is said that the Dragon King won the one-on-one duel against the ruler of Adenka. There are records that the head of that time shed a lot of blood and wet the dragon king’s feet.”

“The dragons believed so.”

Henna was still expressionless, but the time of her gaze on the painting became longer.

The environment of an art museum and Vincen’s constant questions aroused and stabbed the dream that was hidden inside her.

Vincen and Julian were feeling it at the same time.

“But, sir. You speak as if you know Yong Ah-in well.”

“… … .”

Hannah didn’t answer.

She took the lead and stopped in front of a painting.

The whole wall was a painting.

Henna put her palms there and raised mana.

“What are you doing?”

Simultaneously with those words, the wall turned sideways.

This painting itself was a revolving door.

‘The road to the basement?’

Henna took the lead.

“let’s go.”

“How did you know about this road?”

“If there really is a treasure, this is the most likely place.”

“Does this road have anything to do with your sister’s mission two years ago?”

It was two years ago when citizens began to divide and fight actively.

It coincided with when Henna received the ‘blue jewel’ from Helaim.

As Henna went down the stairs, she told me about her mission two years ago.

“… … If you go through this passage, there is a closed moving gate, so you’re saying that you made use of it and went to the village of the Yonga people? Helaim already knew all that.”

“okay.”

“Two years ago, my sister stole hundreds of dragon eggs.”

“My task was to retrieve the eggs.”

“Isn’t that the egg of the dragons!”

Dragons are almost identical to humans.

When he gets angry, he grows scales and narrows his eyes like a reptile, but basically, there was little difference from a human being.

However, there was one very big difference: they were born from eggs.

“Helaim must have received an egg from his sister and handed him a blue jewel.”

And he threatened the dragons with the Helaim eggs.

Taking advantage of their habit of cherishing ‘al’ extremely, they imprisoned warriors who were dragons.

Starting with that, Helaim abducted the dragons and started ‘research’.

“Actually, the research would have been final. The last ingredient must have been Yong Ain.”

Through him, ‘Grace’ was completed, and it seemed that he had planned to create an army of evil spirits in the end.

Vincen stopped at his seat.

“Your sister said that she doesn’t make value judgments about missions.”

“okay.”

“You said that there are only two things to do, complete or fail. But was it true even then?”

Henna, who read Vinchen’s momentum, also stopped.

It was because Vinchen’s momentum was so intense.

“Be polite. If you were my enemy, you would be dead.”

“Your sister wouldn’t say that she didn’t know that the eggs she had saved were actually the eggs of the dragons.”

The tone was quite aggressive.

“Many dragons were sacrificed. Citizens split, slandered each other and started fighting. Many died in hating each other, and Sir Laurent lost his eyes. He may have lost his life.”

“… … .”

“If more time had passed, millions of people would have been sacrificed as an army of demons, and the world might have been thrown into chaos. All of this started after my sister’s mission. Even so, are you still not making value judgments? Was Henna Adenka really right back then?”

Julian did not stop Vincen.

Vincen’s attitude seemed quite emotional, but in reality, these were words that were carefully calculated.

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