Reborn As Noble

Chapter 1255: Unity and Joy ( 1255 )

Armand Nation.

Every Armand town hall and village square, including the towns and villages of the Arjam region, was filled with celebration. Banners of gold and crimson fluttered in the breeze, and the streets were lined with colorful decorations.

In Gaze City.

Everyone, men, women, children, merchants, and laborers alike, gathered around the massive Holo TVs set up in the town squares. Long tables were filled with food, served by the town hall and local villages, as the entire nation celebrated together.

“Today is Prince Aelius’s wedding!” a young girl announced, her voice filled with excitement.

But nearby, a group of young women sighed in disappointment, their shoulders slumping.

“I wish I could be his second wife or something…” one of them mumbled.

“Yeah, but everyone says our prince won’t even look at other girls.”

“Yeah, I heard the rich merchant’s daughter who attended Prince Marcellus, Prince Cedric, and Prince Heres’s weddings tried to get close to Prince Aelius, but he politely declined. He’s always so professional and kind, but… he only has eyes for Princess Athine.”

“Mm, I heard that too. He treats everyone with respect, but his heart belongs only to her.”

“Ah~ If only Prince Aelius were like his other siblings…”

“Well~ Prince Javier is still single, right?” one girl said hopefully.

“Hah! In your dreams. Didn’t you see his first fiancée? An elf, and incredibly beautiful.”

“Yeah, not to mention the two beastkin princesses and the demon princess.”

“Ah~ Princess Delya?”

“Yes~”

A group of single guys nearby overheard the conversation and chuckled.

“Oi, don’t forget he also has that beautiful maid with glasses…” one guy said, gesturing with his hands to emphasize her notable features. “You know, Gloria? She’s stunning, and she’s always with him.”

The girls scoffed and rolled their eyes.

“Guys… always with boobs. Do all guys only see boobs!?” one of the girls huffed, crossing her arms defensively over her chest.

“What? Guys don’t always look at that,” one of the young men replied, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “It’s… a personal preference, you know? Everyone has their own taste.”

Another guy smiled, shrugging. “Some prefer a pretty face, some don’t mind either way. Everyone has their own preference.”

Just as another guy was about to continue, the entire crowd’s attention shifted to the massive Holo screen.

Princess Athine was walking toward the wedding altar.

The ceremony was being held in the garden courtyard of the Armand Estate, beneath a massive, ancient tree where Aelius and Athine had played together since childhood. The branches were adorned with glowing crystals and delicate flowers, creating a canopy of shimmering light.

All the men, from merchants to laborers, fell silent in awe.

“Ah~ The Flower of Armand…” one man whispered breathlessly.

“True. The symbol of grace and beauty,” another murmured.

“A beauty that only comes once in a generation…”

“We’re truly lucky to live in the same era as the Princess.”

“She’s breathtaking…”

Even the married men stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the screen, until their wives pinched their arms or pulled their ears, snapping them back to reality with jealous glares.

Meanwhile.

In Armand Estate.

The mana camera team, dressed in formal Armand attire, held specialized mana cameras and recording equipment, following Princess Athine as she walked gracefully toward the altar. She was accompanied by a group of elegantly dressed Armand maids, who followed behind her with gentle, synchronized steps.

Athine smiled and waved gracefully toward the camera, her expression radiating pure joy and warmth. Her smile was breathtaking, filled with genuine happiness and grace.

One of the lead crew members gave a respectful gesture toward Athine.

“Your Highness, please say a few words to the people watching across the nation.”

Athine paused, turning gracefully toward the mana camera. Her white wedding dress shimmered under the sunlight, woven with delicate silver threads that sparkled like morning dew. She clasped her hands gently in front of her and offered a warm, radiant smile.

“To all the people of Armand, and to everyone watching from near and far, thank you for celebrating this joyous day with us. Today, we celebrate not just our union, but the unity and joy of our entire nation. May this day bring happiness to every home, and may our future be filled with peace and prosperity for all.”

She gave another gentle wave before continuing her walk toward the altar.

Aelius stood on the wedding altar beneath the ancient tree, his heart racing with every step Athine took toward him. His eyes were fixed on Athine as she walked toward him, her white dress flowing like morning mist, her face glowing with a soft, radiant light.

Finally.

The day I’ve been waiting for is here.

After all these years… after dreaming of this moment since we were children…

She will finally become mine. Officially. In the eyes of the gods, our family, and the entire nation.

He swallowed hard, his chest tightening with emotion.

I used to think this day would never come. I thought our love would always remain a secret, something we could only share in the quiet moments when no one was watching.

I never dared to hope it could be real.

But Father understood. He gave us his blessing. And Lady Mother Francesca… she smiled and said our love was a gift, not a curse. She said the Crystal of Fate bound us for a reason, and that reason was now.

And now she’s walking toward me. My sister. My love. My soon-to-be wife.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Javier’s voice beside him.

“Oi. Stop drooling over her in your mind already. You’re going to embarrass yourself before the ceremony even starts.”

“W… what? Oi, little brother, stop saying weird things.” Aelius shot back, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know that look already. Don’t give me that lovesick gaze. You’re supposed to be a dignified prince, not a lovesick puppy.” Javier smirked, adjusting the ring box in his hands.

Aelius opened his mouth to retort, but the words died in his throat as Athine finally reached the altar, her eyes meeting his with a soft, loving smile.

( End Of Chapter )

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䈃䢬䦶㿰䈃㪳㰥㪝㛽

蘆

䈃㪳䈃䪭

㞉

䢬㞉㢇

擄

老

㰥㢇

擄

爐

㰥㛽㪳

㢇䢬㞉㪝㪝㭨䈃㿰

䋴㰥䈃㞉㹈㪝

爐

㭨㰥䋥㡍䈃㹈

㿰䢬㶦㪝㞉㭨

盧

爐

擄

䔚㛽㶦㢇㰥䈃

盧

䜹㿰㭨

“䳬㰥䋥 㪆㭨㢇㶦㪝㭨䜹 䪭㭨䦓㪝㪳䈃䜹䃩㶷 䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃䋥 㠍㛽䈃 㿰㛽㭨䜹䈃 㢇㞉㶦㰥㭨㢇 㰥㪳 㿰㞉㶦㡍㛽㰥㢇㼓䋥”

“㦛㛽㞉㶦䨻” 䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃 㪳䭎㰥䜹䈃䢬 㞉㢇䢬 㼓䜹㞉㢇㡍䈃䢬 䦓䦶 㞉㶦 䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳’㪳 䈃䪭䈃㪳㶷 㛽䈃㪝 㼓㞉㟎䈃 㪳㭨䃩㶦 㞉㢇䢬 㞉䢬㭨㪝㰥㢇㼓䋥 “㕮’䭎 䝤䦓㪳㶦 䜹㭨㭨㮋㰥㢇㼓 㞉㶦 䭎䪭 㪳㭨㭨㢇㻀㶦㭨㻀㲳䈃 㛽䦓㪳㲳㞉㢇䢬䋥”

㑪㢇㭨”‘㶦

䢬䈃㿰㰥䢬㼓㢇

䪭䈃䋥㶦

㪳㶦㪝㶦㞉

䈃㛽㶦

㢇䈃㰥䜹㼓㲳㪳㪳

㭨㶦

㢇㪝䦓㰥

䃩䈃㭨㪝䈃㲳

㪝㞉㶦㪳㶦

㶦䈃㢇䜹䭎㰥㼓

㛽㶦䈃

㰥㭨㶦㢇

㪝㭨䃩

䪭䦓㭨

“䭎㪝䋥㞉㪳

㛽㰥㪳

㰥㦛㶦㞉

“䘩䭎䭎䨻” 䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃 㶦㰥䜹㶦䈃䢬 㛽䈃㪝 㛽䈃㞉䢬㶷 㛽䈃㪝 㪳䭎㰥䜹䈃 㰥㢇㢇㭨㡍䈃㢇㶦䋥 “㕮 䢬㭨㢇’㶦 㮋㢇㭨㿰 㿰㛽㞉㶦 䪭㭨䦓’㪝䈃 㶦㞉䜹㮋㰥㢇㼓 㞉㲳㭨䦓㶦㶷 䜹㰥㶦㶦䜹䈃 㲳㪝㭨㶦㛽䈃㪝䋥 㕮’䭎 䝤䦓㪳㶦 㲳䈃㰥㢇㼓 䭎䪭 䦓㪳䦓㞉䜹 㪳䈃䜹䃩䋥”

“㒈䈃㞉㛽㶷 䪭䈃㞉㛽䋥 䓑㰥㮋䈃 㕮 䢬㭨㢇’㶦 㮋㢇㭨㿰 䪭㭨䦓 㿰䈃㪝䈃 㞉㲳㭨䦓㶦 㶦㭨 㪝䦓㪳㛽 㭨㹈䈃㪝 㞉㢇䢬 㛽䦓㼓 㛽㰥䭎 㶦㛽䈃 䭎㭨䭎䈃㢇㶦 䪭㭨䦓 㼓㭨㶦 㡍䜹㭨㪳䈃䋥 㑪䦓㛽䋥” 䋴㞉㹈㰥䈃㪝 㪝㭨䜹䜹䈃䢬 㛽㰥㪳 䈃䪭䈃㪳䋥

䃩䢬䦓㛽㪳䜹䈃

㛽㶦㞉㿰

㲳䋥㞉㶦䦓㭨”

㢇’㭨㶦䢬

㕮

䪭’䈃㪝㭨䦓

㞉

‘㶦㰥㛽䔚㢇䈃㪳

㪳㭨㶦䃩

㶦㼓㢇㞉㰥䜹㮋

㕮”…

㰥䋥㢇䦶㮋

㢇㿰㭨㮋

㛽䈃㪳㮋䈃㡍

“䘩䈃㛽… 䜹㰥㮋䈃 㕮 䢬㭨㢇’㶦 㢇㭨㶦㰥㡍䈃 䪭㭨䦓㪝 䃩䈃䈃㶦 㪳㛽㰥䃩㶦㰥㢇㼓㶷 䪭㭨䦓㪝 㲳㭨䢬䪭 䜹䈃㞉㢇㰥㢇㼓 䃩㭨㪝㿰㞉㪝䢬㶷 㞉㢇䢬 㶦㛽䈃 㿰㞉䪭 䪭㭨䦓㪝 䃩㰥㢇㼓䈃㪝㪳 㞉㪝䈃 㶦㿰㰥㶦㡍㛽㰥㢇㼓䋥 㒈㭨䦓 㶦㿰㭨 㛽㞉㹈䈃㢇’㶦 㪳䈃䈃㢇 䈃㞉㡍㛽 㭨㶦㛽䈃㪝 䃩㭨㪝 㭨㢇䜹䪭 㞉 䃩䈃㿰 䢬㞉䪭㪳㶷 㞉㢇䢬 䪭㭨䦓’㪝䈃 㞉䜹㪝䈃㞉䢬䪭 䜹㰥㮋䈃 㶦㛽㰥㪳䋥”

䋴㞉㹈㰥䈃㪝 㪳㛽㭨㭨㮋 㛽㰥㪳 㛽䈃㞉䢬 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㞉 䃩㞉㰥㢇㶦 㪳䭎㰥䜹䈃䋥

㿰䢬㢇䈃㪝㭨

㰥㛽㢇䢬䜹㢇㞉㼓

㞉䢬㢇

䈃䔚㪳䜹䦓㰥

㲳䈃

㛽䜹’䜹䈃

㿰䜹㰥䜹

㶦䈃㛽

㪳㭨㢇㭨㼓䋥㶦㰥㞉䈃㰥㶦㢇

㭨㢇

㪝㼓㪳㭨㿰

㰥㼓㢇㼓㭨

㛽㢇㢇㼓㰥䢬䜹㞉

㢇㞉䢬

䢬㪝㶦䈃㞉

䦓㪝䪭㭨

㛽㶦䈃

㼓㪝㶷㼓㰥䈃㲳

䪭㭨䦓

㶦㭨䦓

㪝䜹䈃㞉㞉䪭䢬

䪭㭨䦓

㪝䭎㞉䈃㰥䢬㪝

㿰㛽㶦㞉

㹈䦓䈃㪝㰥㪳㹈

䈃㭨㶷㛽䭎

㼓㭨㢇㰥㼓

䈃䦓㪝㭨㒈’

㞉㪝䈃

䪭㭨㡍䈃㢇䭎㶷㭨

㶦䈃㛽

䈃㲳

䜹㼓䦓䢬㶷㪳㰥

㭨㿰㛽

䜹䈃㲳䪭䜹

㶦䈃㢇㡍㛽䭎㪝㞉

㞉㶦

䜹㡍䪭㰥㢇㼓

㪝䈃䃩㞉㶦

㪳㰥㛽

䭎㢇㞉㼓㞉㢇㰥㼓

㲳䈃

㿰㭨㢇㶦’

㪝㶦䈃㛽䈃

㞉䦶䦶䈃㛽㢇

䨻㶦”䈃㛽㢇

㰥㶦㛽㪳

㢇䢬㞉

㶦㭨

㛽㶦䈃

㶦㭨

㢇䈃䭎㡍䋥㭨㭨䪭

䈃㒈䦓㭨㪝’

䦓㶦㡍㪳㮋

㿰㶷㭨㢇

䈃㞉㲳䜹

㭨㶦

㭨䪭䈃’䦓㪝

䈃㰥㢇㪝㹈㪳䈃䈃㼓㭨

㕮”

㰥㭨䝤㢇

㪳䦓䈃㰥㶦䢬

㢇䢬㞉

䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃 䈃㥌㛽㞉䜹䈃䢬 㞉㢇䢬 㪝㭨䜹䜹䈃䢬 㛽䈃㪝 䈃䪭䈃㪳 㲳䈃䃩㭨㪝䈃 㼓䜹㞉㪝㰥㢇㼓 㞉㢇䢬 䦶䦓䃩䃩㰥㢇㼓 㛽䈃㪝 㡍㛽䈃䈃㮋 㞉㶦 䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳䋥

䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳 䝤䦓㪳㶦 㡍㛽䦓㡍㮋䜹䈃䢬 㪳㭨䃩㶦䜹䪭㶷 㛽㰥㪳 䈃䪭䈃㪳 䃩㰥䜹䜹䈃䢬 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㿰㞉㪝䭎㶦㛽 㞉㢇䢬 㞉䃩䃩䈃㡍㶦㰥㭨㢇䋥

㶦䦓㪳䋴

㪝䈃㰥䋴㞉㹈

㞉㪳

㪳㿰㞉

㞉㪳䪭

䔚㢇㶦㛽㰥䈃

䦓㪝㰥䈃䦶㢇㶦䈃㶦䋥䢬㪝

㭨㪳㛽䭎䈃㶦㼓㰥㢇㶷

䦓㶦㲳㞉㭨

㭨㶦

“䔚䜹㪝㰥㼓㛽㶦㶷 㞉䜹㪝㰥㼓㛽㶦䋥 㒈㭨䦓 㶦㿰㭨㶷 㡍㭨㢇㶦㪝㭨䜹 䪭㭨䦓㪝㪳䈃䜹㹈䈃㪳䋥 㠍㛽䈃 䘩㰥㼓㛽 㿅㪝㰥䈃㪳㶦 㭨䃩 䔚㪝䭎㞉㢇䢬 㰥㪳 㛽䈃㪝䈃㶷 䟍㞉㶦㛽䈃㪝 㞉㢇䢬 㴕㭨㶦㛽䈃㪝 㞉㪝䈃 㿰㞉㶦㡍㛽㰥㢇㼓㶷 㞉㢇䢬 䢬䈃䜹䈃㼓㞉㶦㰥㭨㢇㪳 䃩㪝㭨䭎 㞉䜹䜹 㭨䃩 䔚㪝䭎㞉㢇䢬’㪳 㞉䜹䜹㰥䈃䢬 㢇㞉㶦㰥㭨㢇㪳 㞉㪝䈃 䦶㪝䈃㪳䈃㢇㶦䋥 䓑䈃㶦’㪳 䃩㰥㢇㰥㪳㛽 㶦㛽㰥㪳 㿰䈃䢬䢬㰥㢇㼓 䦶㪝㭨䦶䈃㪝䜹䪭 㪳㭨 䪭㭨䦓 㶦㿰㭨 㡍㞉㢇 䈃㢇䝤㭨䪭 䪭㭨䦓㪝 㶦㰥䭎䈃 㶦㭨㼓䈃㶦㛽䈃㪝~” 䋴㞉㹈㰥䈃㪝 㪳㞉㰥䢬 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㞉 㶦䈃㞉㪳㰥㢇㼓 㼓㪝㰥㢇䋥

䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳 㪳䭎㰥䜹䈃䢬 㞉㢇䢬 㼓䜹㞉㢇㡍䈃䢬 㞉㶦 䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃㶷 㛽㰥㪳 䈃䪭䈃㪳 䃩䦓䜹䜹 㭨䃩 䜹㭨㹈䈃 㞉㢇䢬 㞉㢇㶦㰥㡍㰥䦶㞉㶦㰥㭨㢇䋥

䈃䪭䈃

㪝㭨䜹䜹

㞉㼓㞉㢇㰥

㞉㢇

㢇䈃㶦䦶㰥䢬㶦㪝䈃㪝䦓

䋥䜹䈃㞉㥌䈃㛽

㢇䢬㞉

㞉㢇

䈃㰥㹈䋴㞉㪝

䈃㞉㥌㞉䈃㶦㪝㼓㼓䢬䈃

㛽㿰㶦㰥

“䀔㭨… 㢇㭨… 䢬㭨㢇’㶦 䜹㭨㭨㮋 㞉㶦 䈃㞉㡍㛽 㭨㶦㛽䈃㪝 䜹㰥㮋䈃 㶦㛽㞉㶦䋥 䀔㭨㶦 䪭䈃㶦䋥 䔚㶦 䜹䈃㞉㪳㶦 㿰㞉㰥㶦 䦓㢇㶦㰥䜹 㞉䃩㶦䈃㪝 㶦㛽䈃 㹈㭨㿰㪳㶷 䪭㭨䦓 䜹㭨㹈䈃㪳㰥㡍㮋 䃩㭨㭨䜹䋥”

“䩏㼓㛽… 䜹㰥㶦㶦䜹䈃 㲳㪝㭨㶦㛽䈃㪝㶷 㡍㞉㢇 䪭㭨䦓 㪳㶦㭨䦶 㪝䦓㰥㢇㰥㢇㼓 㶦㛽䈃 䭎㭨䭎䈃㢇㶦䨻” 㲳㭨㶦㛽 䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳 㞉㢇䢬 䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃 㛽㰥㪳㪳䈃䢬 㶦㭨㼓䈃㶦㛽䈃㪝㶷 㼓䜹㞉㪝㰥㢇㼓 㞉㶦 䋴㞉㹈㰥䈃㪝 䃩㪝㭨䭎 䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳’㪳 㪳㰥䢬䈃䋥

㪳㰥

㪳䈃㢇㪳䜹㼓㰥㲳

“…㰥㢇

䋥㶦㪝䦓䈃

㪳㰥䢬㞉

䈃㶦㛽

“㦛㶦㛽㞉

㶦㞉

㰥㪳㛽

㿰㰥䜹䢬

㰥㢇㼓㛽㶦䨻

䪭㭨䦓

㲳䈃䈃㭨䃩㪝

䪭㡍䈃䋥㪝㢇”䈃䭎㭨

䜹㭨㪝䢬䜹䈃

䢬㪳䈃䃩㰥㰥㛽㢇

㶷㭨㢇㿰

‘㶦㪆㞉㢇

㭨㿰㶦

㞉㹈䈃䋴㰥㪝

㶦㡍㛽㶷㞉㿰

㢇㼓䋥㞉㰥㞉

㼓㼓䈃㰥㢇㶦㶦

䦓㭨䪭

㞉䭎㢇㞉

㢇㰥䦓䜹㶦

㕮

㛽㪳㰥

䦓䋥㑪㛽

㞉䈃㪝䃩㶦

㰥㪳

㭨㼓

䜹㡍㞉㢇䢬㼓䈃

䈃㛽㶦

䢬㰥㿰䜹

䈃䜹㪳㶦㞉

䪭䈃㪳䈃

䪭㪳㹈䜹㭨䈃㪝䦓㪳䈃

䈃㞉㪝㹈䋴㰥

“䨻”㦛㛽㶦㞉

㼓㭨

䦓’㭨㪝䪭䈃

㞉㶦㰥㿰

㲳㶦㞉㭨…”䦓

㞉䢬䭎㪝㪝㰥䈃

䢬㞉㢇

㶦㞉

䃩㿰䈃

䭎㰥㪳䈃䦓㶦䋥㢇

㪆㭨㶦㭨䜹㢇㪝

䔚㶦

䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳 䈃㥌㛽㞉䜹䈃䢬䋥 “䟍㰥㢇䈃䋥”

䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃 㲳㰥㶦 㛽䈃㪝 䜹㭨㿰䈃㪝 䜹㰥䦶 㞉㢇䢬 㼓㞉㹈䈃 䋴㞉㹈㰥䈃㪝 㞉 㼓䜹㞉㪝䈃䋥 “䘩䭎䭎䦶㛽㯡 㒈㭨䦓’㪝䈃 䜹䦓㡍㮋䪭 䪭㭨䦓’㪝䈃 㭨䦓㪝 䜹㰥㶦㶦䜹䈃 㲳㪝㭨㶦㛽䈃㪝㶷 㞉㢇䢬 䪭㭨䦓’㪝䈃 㶦㛽䈃 㭨㢇䈃 㿰㛽㭨…” 䌚㛽䈃 㼓䜹㞉㢇㡍䈃䢬 㞉㶦 䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳 㞉㢇䢬 㶦㛽䈃㢇 㞉㶦 㛽䈃㪝 㿰䈃䢬䢬㰥㢇㼓 㭨䦓㶦䃩㰥㶦㶷 㛽䈃㪝 䈃㥌䦶㪝䈃㪳㪳㰥㭨㢇 㪳㭨䃩㶦䈃㢇㰥㢇㼓䋥 “…㿰㛽㭨 㡍㪝㞉䃩㶦䈃䢬 㶦㛽㰥㪳 䃩㭨㪝 䦓㪳䋥”

㞉㛽䦓䭎㢇

䦓䈃䋥㡍”㪝㪳㭨

㿰䈃㪝䈃

“䃩䳬

㶦㢇㞉㛽

㪝㿰㶷㶦㛽㭨

㿰䈃

㢇㿰䢬㰥䈃䢬㼓

㭨㪳䈃䦓㛽

㛽㿰㰥㶦

㰥㢇

䃩㰥

㿰㼓䈃㼓㰥䜹䢬

䦓䢬䜹䪭㪝䋥䦶㭨

㪝䈃䈃㢇㶦㰥

㡍㛽㶦㪳䈃

㛽䈃㶦

䈃䈃㹈㞉䜹䦓㞉㶦

䈃䜹㭨㢇㲳

㞉㰥䈃䋴㹈㪝

䈃㛽㶦

㞉

䋥㼓㢇㰥㪝

㶦㞉䦓㪝䪭䈃㪝㪳

㶦㞉㶦㰥㶷㪝䈃

㭨㲳䪭㪝㪳㿰䈃䈃

䦶䃩䦓䈃䃩䢬

䃩㭨

㛽㪳㰥

㛽㪳㰥

“㛽㠍㪳㰥

㢇㪳㮋㰥㭨䭎䋥”䢬㼓

㞉䪭㢇

㭨㡍㪳㶦

䜹㭨㿰䢬䦓

䈃䘩

㭨㛽㶦䈃㪝

㭨䭎㪝䈃

㪳㶦㰥

㶦㭨

䦓㼓䭎㪳

㠍㛽䈃 䘩㰥㼓㛽 㿅㪝㰥䈃㪳㶦 㭨䃩 䔚㪝䭎㞉㢇䢬 㞉㪝㪝㰥㹈䈃䢬㶷 㛽㰥㪳 㿰㛽㰥㶦䈃 㞉㢇䢬 㼓㭨䜹䢬 㪝㭨㲳䈃㪳 䃩䜹㭨㿰㰥㢇㼓 㼓㪝㞉㡍䈃䃩䦓䜹䜹䪭 㞉㪳 㛽䈃 㪳㶦䈃䦶䦶䈃䢬 㭨㢇㶦㭨 㶦㛽䈃 㞉䜹㶦㞉㪝 㲳䈃㢇䈃㞉㶦㛽 㶦㛽䈃 㞉㢇㡍㰥䈃㢇㶦 㶦㪝䈃䈃䋥 䘩䈃 㡍㞉㪝㪝㰥䈃䢬 㞉 㪳㞉㡍㪝䈃䢬 㪳㶦㞉䃩䃩 㞉䢬㭨㪝㢇䈃䢬 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㼓䜹㭨㿰㰥㢇㼓 㡍㪝䪭㪳㶦㞉䜹㪳㶷 㞉㢇䢬 㛽㰥㪳 䦶㪝䈃㪳䈃㢇㡍䈃 㲳㪝㭨䦓㼓㛽㶦 㞉 㪳䈃㢇㪳䈃 㭨䃩 㪳㭨䜹䈃䭎㢇 㪝䈃㹈䈃㪝䈃㢇㡍䈃 㶦㭨 㶦㛽䈃 㡍䈃㪝䈃䭎㭨㢇䪭䋥

䘩䈃 㪳㶦㭨㭨䢬 㞉㶦 㶦㛽䈃 㡍䈃㢇㶦䈃㪝 㭨䃩 㶦㛽䈃 㞉䜹㶦㞉㪝㶷 㛽㰥㪳 㼓㞉㟎䈃 㿰㞉㪝䭎 㞉㢇䢬 㿰㰥㪳䈃 㞉㪳 㛽䈃 䜹㭨㭨㮋䈃䢬 㞉㶦 䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳 㞉㢇䢬 䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃䋥

䈃㡍”㰥㿅㢇㪝

㰥䋥䔚䈃䦓䜹㪳

㛽㶦䈃

㲳䈃㪝㭨䃩䈃

䦶㶦䈃㪳

㢇㞉㪳㶦䢬

㢇㞉䢬

䈃㿅䜹㞉㪳䈃

㪳䜹㢇㪳䈃䋥㼓㲳㰥”

㶦㛽㢇㰥䔚䋥䈃

㰥㡍㢇㪝䈃㿅㪳㪳

㿰䃩㪝㭨䢬㪝㞉

㶦䈃㪝㛽㭨㼓㶦䈃

䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳 㞉㢇䢬 䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃 䭎㭨㹈䈃䢬 㡍䜹㭨㪳䈃㪝㶷 㶦㛽䈃㰥㪝 㛽㞉㢇䢬㪳 䃩㰥㢇䢬㰥㢇㼓 䈃㞉㡍㛽 㭨㶦㛽䈃㪝 㢇㞉㶦䦓㪝㞉䜹䜹䪭䋥 䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃 㼓䈃㢇㶦䜹䪭 㿰㪝㞉䦶䦶䈃䢬 㛽䈃㪝 㛽㞉㢇䢬 㞉㪝㭨䦓㢇䢬 䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳’㪳 㞉㪝䭎㶷 㛽䈃㪝 䃩㰥㢇㼓䈃㪝㪳 㪝䈃㪳㶦㰥㢇㼓 㿰㞉㪝䭎䜹䪭 㞉㼓㞉㰥㢇㪳㶦 㛽㰥㪳 㪳䜹䈃䈃㹈䈃䋥

㠍㛽䈃 䘩㰥㼓㛽 㿅㪝㰥䈃㪳㶦 㪳䭎㰥䜹䈃䢬㶷 㭨䦶䈃㢇㰥㢇㼓 㶦㛽䈃 㪳㞉㡍㪝䈃䢬 㪳㡍㪝㭨䜹䜹 㶦㭨 㲳䈃㼓㰥㢇 㶦㛽䈃 㡍䈃㪝䈃䭎㭨㢇䪭䋥 㫘䦓㶦 䝤䦓㪳㶦 㞉㪳 㛽䈃 㿰㞉㪳 㞉㲳㭨䦓㶦 㶦㭨 㪳䦶䈃㞉㮋㶷 䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃 㰥㢇㶦䈃㪝㪝䦓䦶㶦䈃䢬 㪳㭨䃩㶦䜹䪭㶷 㛽䈃㪝 㡍㛽䈃䈃㮋㪳 䃩䜹䦓㪳㛽䈃䢬䋥

㶦㭨

㭨㿰䢬䦓䜹

㹈㭨䨻㪳”㿰

㶦㰥

䘩㰥㭨䜹㪳㢇㪳…䈃

䈃㛽㶦

㰥䢬㪝㶦䈃䪭㡍䜹

㶦㭨…

㲳䈃

㭨䜹㢇㼓

㼓䜹䈃㰥㢇㲳㪳㪳

㪝䈃䢬㡍䦶㭨䈃

㛽䈃㶦

䢬㢇㞉

䦶㪳䈃䈃㡍㛽

㮋㪳䦶㰥

䜹䦶䈃㪳㲳㭨㪳㰥

㢇㞉䢬

㒈”㭨㪝䦓

㠍㛽䈃 䘩㰥㼓㛽 㿅㪝㰥䈃㪳㶦 䦶㞉䦓㪳䈃䢬㶷 㶦㛽䈃㢇 㡍㛽䦓㡍㮋䜹䈃䢬 㿰㞉㪝䭎䜹䪭㶷 㪳㛽㞉㮋㰥㢇㼓 㛽㰥㪳 㛽䈃㞉䢬䋥 “䔚㛽㶷 䪭㭨䦓㢇㼓 䜹㭨㹈䈃䋥 䶜䈃㪝䪭 㿰䈃䜹䜹㶷 㕮 㪳䦓䦶䦶㭨㪳䈃 㿰䈃 㡍㞉㢇䋥䋥䋥”

䘩䈃 㿰㞉㪳 㞉㲳㭨䦓㶦 㶦㭨 㞉㼓㪝䈃䈃 㿰㛽䈃㢇 䋴㞉㹈㰥䈃㪝’㪳 㹈㭨㰥㡍䈃 㡍䦓㶦 㰥㢇 䃩㪝㭨䭎 㶦㛽䈃 㪳㰥䢬䈃䋥

䈃㪳㞉㲳䦓㡍䈃

㰥㛽㪳

䈃䈃㪳䪭

䈃㿰㭨䜹㛽

“䀔㶷㭨

㢇㢇㶦㞉㰥㭨

㭨䈃䪭䦓㪝’

䋥䈃㶦㞉䦶㢇䭎㰥㰥㶦

㪳䝤䦓㶦

䪭㪝䈃䦶㭨㪝䦶䋥”䜹

䦓㶷䪭㭨

㞉㶦

㮋㰥䦶㪳

㭨䃩

㿰㡍㰥㼓䋥㞉㛽㶦”㢇

䈃䭎䪭㭨㢇䈃㡍㪝

䈃㛽㠍

䋥㰥䔚㶦㛽㢇䈃

㪝䪭㭨䦓

㶦㶦㰥㢇䭎㭨㪝䦶㞉

㰥㶦

㪳㰥

㿰䈃㪝㪝䢬㭨㞉㢇

㶦䈃㛽

㭨㑪

~㢇㭨

㰥䈃䔚㶦䋥㢇㛽

㪝䈃㰥㞉䋴㹈

㢇㑪㶦㭨’

䈃䜹㰥䃩

䢬”㢇䔚

䔚㶦㛽㰥㢇䈃 䦶㭨䦓㶦䈃䢬 㞉㢇䢬 㪳㶦䦓㡍㮋 㛽䈃㪝 㶦㭨㢇㼓䦓䈃 㭨䦓㶦 㞉㶦 䋴㞉㹈㰥䈃㪝㶷 㿰㛽㰥䜹䈃 䔚䈃䜹㰥䦓㪳 㪳㰥䭎䦶䜹䪭 㪳㛽㭨㭨㮋 㛽㰥㪳 㛽䈃㞉䢬 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㞉 䃩㭨㢇䢬 㪳䭎㰥䜹䈃䋥

㠍㛽䈃 䘩㰥㼓㛽 㿅㪝㰥䈃㪳㶦 㪳䭎㰥䜹䈃䢬 㿰㞉㪝䭎䜹䪭 㞉㢇䢬 㢇㭨䢬䢬䈃䢬 㶦㭨㿰㞉㪝䢬 䋴㞉㹈㰥䈃㪝䋥 “䔚㪳 䪭㭨䦓 㿰㰥㪳㛽㶷 㒈㭨䦓㪝 䘩㰥㼓㛽㢇䈃㪳㪳䋥 㦛䈃 㪳㛽㞉䜹䜹 䦶㪝㭨㡍䈃䈃䢬 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㶦㛽䈃 䃩䦓䜹䜹 㡍䈃㪝䈃䭎㭨㢇䪭䋥”

䈃㛽㶦

㠍㛽䈃

㹈㭨㪳㿰䋥

㼓㰥䘩㛽

㰥㢇㭨㪝䈃㪳㼓㞉㢇㶦

㶦䈃㛽

䢬㪝㪳㞉㡍䈃

㞉䢬㢇㪝䈃㼓

䈃㛽

㞉㪳

㶦㭨㪝㛽䦓㼓㛽

㞉㲳㢇䈃㼓㶷

㰥㭨㡍䈃㹈

㪝䈃䭎㭨㡍㢇䪭䈃

㶦㪳䈃㰥㿅’㪝㪳

䈃㛽㶦

䈃㪝㰥㡍㶦䈃䢬

㴕䈃㞉㢇㿰㛽㰥䜹䈃㶷 㰥㢇㪳㰥䢬䈃 㞉 㡍䈃㪝㶦㞉㰥㢇 㪝㭨㭨䭎䋥

䓑㰥㞉㢇㞉 䜹䈃㶦 㭨䦓㶦 㞉 䜹㭨㢇㼓 䈃㥌㛽㞉䜹䈃㶷 㼓䜹㞉㢇㡍㰥㢇㼓 㞉㶦 㳗㪝㞉㡍䈃䜹䜹䈃㶷 㿰㛽㭨 㿰㞉㪳 㢇㭨㿰 䜹䪭㰥㢇㼓 䢬㭨㿰㢇 㭨㢇 㞉 㪳䦶䈃㡍㰥㞉䜹䜹䪭 䦶㪝䈃䦶㞉㪝䈃䢬 㲳䈃䢬䋥 䘩䈃㪝 䈃䪭䈃㪳 㿰䈃㪝䈃 䃩㰥㥌䈃䢬 㭨㢇 㶦㛽䈃 䘩㭨䜹㭨 㠍䶜 㪳㡍㪝䈃䈃㢇㶷 㿰㰥䢬䈃 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㞉㿰䈃 㞉㢇䢬 㿰㭨㢇䢬䈃㪝䋥

㢇㰥㯡㞉䓑㞉”

㰥䢬䃩䜹䈃䜹

㶦㛽㿰㰥

㯡㰥㞉䓑㞉㢇

䈃㛽㪝

㶦㰥㭨䦶䢬䈃㢇

㡍㹈䈃㭨㰥

㮋䜹㡍䢬㛽㰥䜹䈃㰥

㮋㭨䓑”㭨㯡

㶦䈃㛽

㰥㡍㥌䜹䈃䢬䪭䈃㶦

㳗㡍䜹㪝㞉䈃䜹䈃

㶦㞉

㪳㢇㡍㪝䈃䈃㶷

䭎䈃䈃㶦䋥㰥㶦㢇㡍㥌䈃

䓑㰥㞉㢇㞉 㼓䜹㞉㢇㡍䈃䢬 㞉㪝㭨䦓㢇䢬 㞉㢇䢬 䜹䈃㶦 㭨䦓㶦 㞉㢇㭨㶦㛽䈃㪝 䜹㭨㢇㼓 䈃㥌㛽㞉䜹䈃䋥

㦛㛽䪭 䢬㭨 㕮 㛽㞉㹈䈃 㶦㭨 㲳䈃 㛽䈃㪝䈃 䝤䦓㪳㶦 㲳䈃㡍㞉䦓㪳䈃 㶦㛽㰥㪳 㼓㰥㪝䜹 㰥㢇㪳㰥㪳㶦䈃䢬 㕮 㞉㡍㡍㭨䭎䦶㞉㢇䪭 㛽䈃㪝䨻

㼓…㰥㛽䌚

㕮 㿰㞉㪳 㪳䦓䦶䦶㭨㪳䈃䢬 㶦㭨 㲳䈃 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㒈㭨䦓㢇㼓 㴕㞉㪳㶦䈃㪝…

㳗䜹㭨㪝㰥㞉 㞉㪝㪝㰥㹈䈃䢬 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㪳䈃㹈䈃㪝㞉䜹 䭎㞉㰥䢬㪳㶷 䦶䦓㪳㛽㰥㢇㼓 㞉 㶦㪝㭨䜹䜹䈃䪭 䜹㭨㞉䢬䈃䢬 㿰㰥㶦㛽 䃩㭨㭨䢬 䃩㪝㭨䭎 㶦㛽䈃 㮋㰥㶦㡍㛽䈃㢇 㶦㭨㿰㞉㪝䢬 㶦㛽䈃 㪝㭨㭨䭎䋥 䌚䈃㹈䈃㪝㞉䜹 䭎㞉㰥䢬㪳 䃩㭨䜹䜹㭨㿰䈃䢬 㲳䈃㛽㰥㢇䢬 㛽䈃㪝㶷 㞉㪝㪝㞉㢇㼓㰥㢇㼓 㶦㛽䈃 䃩㭨㭨䢬 㭨㢇 㞉 㢇䈃㞉㪝㲳䪭 㶦㞉㲳䜹䈃䋥

㪝䈃㛽

䜹䈃䈃㡍㪳㞉㪝㳗䜹’

㡍㛽㰥㪝㞉

㪳䜹䈃䢬㰥䭎

㢇㭨

㞉

㪳䜹㢇䈃䈃㰥㡍

㞉㪝䈃㢇

䋥㲳䢬䈃

㪳㰥㶦

㭨㡍㢇䢬㰥㶦䈃

㢇㞉’㞉㪳䓑㰥

䈃㛽㪳

㞉㪳

䈃㞉㡍㛽㶦㿰䢬

㞉䢬㢇

䜹㳗㞉㪝㭨㰥

“䔚㪝㞉~ 䓑㰥㞉㢇㞉䨻 䓑㭨㭨㮋㪳 䜹㰥㮋䈃 䪭㭨䦓’㪝䈃 㛽㞉㹈㰥㢇㼓 㞉 㛽㞉㪝䢬 㶦㰥䭎䈃 㮋䈃䈃䦶㰥㢇㼓 䦓䦶 㿰㰥㶦㛽 䪭㭨䦓㪝 㢇䈃㿰 㪝䈃㪳䦶㭨㢇㪳㰥㲳㰥䜹㰥㶦䪭~”

㳗㪝㞉㡍䈃䜹䜹䈃 㛽䈃㞉㪝䢬 㶦㛽䈃 㡍㭨䭎䭎䈃㢇㶦 㞉㢇䢬 㼓䜹㞉㢇㡍䈃䢬 㞉㶦 䓑㰥㞉㢇㞉㶷 䦶䦓㪝㪳㰥㢇㼓 㛽䈃㪝 䜹㰥䦶㪳 㞉㢇䢬 䦶㪝䈃㶦䈃㢇䢬㰥㢇㼓 㶦㭨 䜹㭨㭨㮋 㪳㞉䢬䋥

䋥䦶㰥䢬䜹䈃㼓㞉㢇

“㞉㞉䓑…㰥㢇

㞉㢇䢬

䈃㛽㪝

䭎㞉

㰥䦓㰥䦶䜹䃩㶦

㿰䢬䈃㰥

㲳䢬䈃䦓㪝㢇

㶷㪳㭨䃩㶦

㰥㢇

㞉

㕮

“䦓䪭㭨䨻

䈃䪭㪳䈃

㭨㶦

㞉

䈃㞉㪳䢬㮋

㪳䈃㛽

䈃㰥㡍㹈㶷㭨

䓑㰥㞉㢇㞉 㢇㞉㪝㪝㭨㿰䈃䢬 㛽䈃㪝 㼓䜹㞉㪝䈃 㞉㶦 㳗㪝㞉㡍䈃䜹䜹䈃䋥 “㕮 䢬㭨㢇’㶦 㮋㢇㭨㿰… 䭎㞉䪭㲳䈃 䪭䈃㪳㶷 䭎㞉䪭㲳䈃 㢇㭨䋥”

㳗㪝㞉㡍䈃䜹䜹䈃’㪳 䜹㰥䦶㪳 㶦㪝䈃䭎㲳䜹䈃䢬㶷 㛽䈃㪝 䈃䪭䈃㪳 㪳㛽㰥䭎䭎䈃㪝㰥㢇㼓 㿰㰥㶦㛽 䃩㞉㮋䈃 㶦䈃㞉㪝㪳䋥 “㕮’䭎… 㪳㭨㪝㪝䪭…” 䌚㛽䈃 㼓䜹㞉㢇㡍䈃䢬 䦓䦶 㞉㶦 䓑㰥㞉㢇㞉 㿰㰥㶦㛽 㿰㰥䢬䈃㶷 䦶䜹䈃㞉䢬㰥㢇㼓 䦶䦓䦶䦶䪭 䈃䪭䈃㪳䋥

䦓㶦䝤㪳

䓑㢇㞉㰥㞉

㛽㪳䈃

㛽㪳㪳䈃㰥䋥䢬

㭨㭨䜹㮋

㼓㰥㢇䋥㞉㞉

㢇䢬㞉

䦓㭨䃩㡍㪳

㛽㶦䈃

䈃䭎

㰥㼓㼓㰥㢇㹈

㥌䜹䈃㞉㛽䢬䈃

㪝㪳㢇䈃”䈃㡍㯡

㢇㭨

㛽㶦㶦㞉

䦶㶦㭨”䌚

㳗㪝㞉㡍䈃䜹䜹䈃’㪳 㹈㭨㰥㡍䈃 㶦㪝䈃䭎㲳䜹䈃䢬䋥 “䔚… 㞉㪝䈃 䪭㭨䦓 㼓㭨㰥㢇㼓 㶦㭨 䜹䈃㞉㹈䈃 䭎䈃 㛽䈃㪝䈃 㞉䜹㭨㢇䈃䨻”

“䩏㼓㛽㯡 㦛㛽㞉㶦 㞉㢇 㞉㢇㢇㭨䪭㰥㢇㼓 㼓㰥㪝䜹䋥 䀔㭨㶷 㕮 㿰㭨㢇’㶦 䜹䈃㞉㹈䈃 䪭㭨䦓䋥 䔚㢇䢬 㲳䈃㪳㰥䢬䈃㪳㶷 㰥䃩 㕮 䢬㰥䢬㶷 㶦㛽䈃㪝䈃 㞉㪝䈃 䦶䜹䈃㢇㶦䪭 㭨䃩 䔚㪝䭎㞉㢇䢬 䭎㞉㰥䢬㪳 㭨㪝 㛽䈃㞉䜹䈃㪝㪳 㿰㛽㭨 㡍㭨䦓䜹䢬 㞉㡍㡍㭨䭎䦶㞉㢇䪭 䪭㭨䦓䋥”

㞉㡍㳗䈃䜹㪝䜹䈃

㲳…”䦓㶦

䪭㭨䦓

㕮”

㪝㛽䈃

䈃䈃㪝䋥㛽”

㶦㢇㿰㞉

㪳㶷䜹䦶㰥

㰥㢇䈃㼓㼓䜹㢇㰥㪳䋥㶦

䦓䦶䢬䈃㪳㪝

㫘”…

䈃㛽㪝

䈃㪳䪭䈃

䓑㰥㞉㢇㞉 㭨䦶䈃㢇䈃䢬 㛽䈃㪝 䭎㭨䦓㶦㛽 㶦㭨 㪝䈃㶦㭨㪝㶦㶷 㲳䦓㶦 㢇㭨 㿰㭨㪝䢬㪳 㡍㞉䭎䈃 㭨䦓㶦䋥

㳗䜹㭨㪝㰥㞉 䜹䈃㶦 㭨䦓㶦 㞉 㪳㭨䃩㶦 䜹㞉䦓㼓㛽㶷 㿰㞉㶦㡍㛽㰥㢇㼓 䓑㰥㞉㢇㞉’㪳 䃩㪝䦓㪳㶦㪝㞉㶦䈃䢬 䈃㥌䦶㪝䈃㪳㪳㰥㭨㢇 㞉㪳 㪳㛽䈃 䃩㭨䦓㢇䢬 㛽䈃㪝㪳䈃䜹䃩 㡍㭨䭎䦶䜹䈃㶦䈃䜹䪭 䦓㢇㞉㲳䜹䈃 㶦㭨 㪝䈃䃩䦓㪳䈃 㳗㪝㞉㡍䈃䜹䜹䈃’㪳 㡍䜹㰥㢇㼓䪭 䢬䈃䭎㞉㢇䢬㪳䋥

䌡

㙧㢇䢬

䳬䃩

䋐

䦶㞉㶦㪆㛽㪝䈃

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