Rivers of the Night

Chapter 826: Closest Relation

“Bloodline of the Stillveil. Closest relation to the Kindled Clan.”

“Bullshit!” Bamby called out, but a simple glance made him shut right up.

Honestly, they all knew this already. The Stillveil and Kindled had been at each other’s necks for the longest time. But as with all such relationships, they were once as close as could be.

But that didn’t explain why these two were basically the only ones who stayed.

Lyra stayed for Theron. She didn’t care if the Umbra Clan didn’t like it; they had taken so much from her already. But now none of them were a match for her. She could make any decisions she wanted to all on her own.

Theron was just interested in seeing how far he could take things. But after Ayame stayed, he just wanted to keep her alive. As far as he was concerned, not only did he want to do that in the first place, but it would also allow him to see just how good this General Ameridia was… which he also wanted to do.

So Theron had a clear enough reason for the three of them. But what he didn’t know was why these two had decided to make this choice.

Though… Lyra seemed to have been with the Stillveil when she had just arrived. Was that a coincidence? Or was there another reason?

“As I was saying. Bloodline of the Stillveil. Closest living relation to the Kindled Clan. Soul Mancy dominant. There are no worrisome ties involved. Clean.”

Theron grasped onto the last part. Was that why?

‘Maybe…’ Theron decided not to accept the explanation too easily. The idea that the Stillveil and Kindled would be the only Bloodlines without troublesome aspects seemed… quite impossible.

These “troublesome aspects” referred not to their power, but to other bloodlines that might have tainted them in the past.

It wasn’t like a Patriarch could account for every single person their people ever bedded or married. There were bound to be some bastards that would have tainted Kenton’s blood at some point.

How could you manage to not have a single bad relationship in your family history?

“Please look into the Soul Mirror,” Daisy said after Kenton finally managed to pick himself up off the floor, his face having paled considerably. “Good. Now, what are your intentions for joining General Ameridia’s Legion?”

“To be great.”

Daisy smiled a dangerous smile. “Do you think I’m a fool? Do you think the Silver Mirror is a little tool you can pull the wool over by sticking to simple answers? I’ll ask you again. Answer properly or you will be expelled.

“What are your intentions for joining General Ameridia’s Legion?”

Pale-faced and all, Kenton looked right at the mirror and said the exact same words again.

“To be great.”

Daisy’s eyes narrowed. Then she nodded and waved a hand.

“You pass.”

Kenton walked to the side and immediately sat to meditate. He was completely spent. It felt like not only his body had been drained, but his soul as well.

“Bamby Kindled. You are next.”

Bamby was soon screaming like a little girl. But unlike Kenton, he rolled across the ground, trying to disperse the pain like he was putting out a fire.

It hardly worked, but it made him feel better.

Afterward, he stared into the Soul Mirror and was asked the same question.

“I am joining because he’s joining, and it’s my duty to prove to the world that I’m better than him. Oh, and…” Bamby sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “… I’ve also heard that the Timeless Fairies are very pretty and I can see that it’s very true.”

Daisy rolled her eyes. “You pass.”

She looked up, meeting Lyra’s gaze. The latter shuddered a bit, but she took a step forward.

But Theron stopped her with a hand on the shoulder.

“You aren’t going to make women strip here, are you?” Theron asked.

Whether it was Kenton or Bamby, both had to pull their robes down. The needlework was very intrusive and was done before all of them.

Daisy blinked once, then gave Theron a deadpan look.

“This is the military, not some prep school. There are no male and female areas. Bathing is communal, common areas are unisex, sleeping quarters are genderless.”

“It’s okay, Theron…” Lyra said softly.

Theron smiled his same gentle smile, but it seemed far more dangerous now.

“No. It isn’t.” Theron met Daisy’s gaze evenly. Daisy’s words were probably true, but there was probably also quite a bit that she wasn’t describing.

Daisy had also begun to smile, but Theron just took a step forward and peeled his own robes off.

“You wouldn’t mind doing me first, now would you? There isn’t much of a difference, right?”

Daisy’s smile froze. Part of her wanted to say that she had called out a name order already and to tell Theron to piss off. The military had to have order and strict hierarchy, but something told her that Theron would make quite the fuss.

Then it would probably be exposed that she was making things a bit hard on Theron because he was insufferable. General Ameridia tended to come down very hard because of such things, and she would rather not get in trouble for the likes of Theron.

So in the end, she just sneered.

One path meant she would get into trouble, and the other let her execute the worst sort of pain you could on a person like him. The choice was obvious.

Theron turned his back to Daisy without hesitation, giving Lyra and Ayame a wink.

The instant he did, he felt like a blade had just slid right into his spine. It expanded, countless needles running out from it and spreading into his brain.

Though it was happening in his spine, it felt like all the pain receptors in his brain were firing at once.

The violent eruption boiled his blood and reached down into his bone marrow. But… other than goosebumps crawling across his skin and his hair standing on end,

Theron didn’t make a single sound, nor did his expression change.

蘆

㨫䣓㟶

擄

㱻䳏㔥䲬㨫㳹㟶䣓䠨䯵

䳏䳏䒺䧍’䈍䠨

老

䈍

老

櫓

㟶㳹䳏㟶㟶㗮

櫓

㨫㔥

㨫䠨㱻䂾䈍䠨䯵

䗗㗮㑃㔥䳏䯵

䣓䝔㟶

㔥䠨䳏㟶㑃䯵

盧

䮥㟶

㔥䳏㨫㨫㳙䯵㵚㳙㟶䠨㗮䲬

盧

㵚䗗㑃䯵㱻㨫

㨫䠨䳏䗝䗝

䮥㨫㵚㟶㳹䗝㑃㟶

䳏䗝㞌䗗㞌䠨

蘆

㵚㔥䔰

虜

䈍

䦨䗗㨫 䯵㔥㨫䣓䠨䯵㱻 㔥䔰 㨫䣓㟶 䳏㔥㵚㨫 䣓䈍㞌㞌㟶䯵㟶㗮䲬 䏅㨫 䂾䈍䳏 䗝䠨䖥㟶 䳏䣓㟶 䂾䈍䳏 㞌䠨㟶㵚㳙䠨䯵㱻 㨫䣓㵚㔥䗗㱻䣓 䳏㔥㳹㟶㔥䯵㟶 㔥㨫䣓㟶㵚 㨫䣓䈍䯵 㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵 䣓䠨㳹䳏㟶䗝䔰䲬 䙅㟶 䂾䈍䳏 䳏㔥 䔰䈍㵚 㵚㟶㳹㔥㤴㟶㗮 䔰㵚㔥㳹 㨫䣓㟶 䳏䠨㨫䗗䈍㨫䠨㔥䯵 㨫䣓䈍㨫 䣓㟶 㗮䠨㗮䯵’㨫 㟶㤴㟶䯵 䮥䗝䠨䯵䖥䲬

㵷䯵㗮 㨫䣓㟶䯵 䳏䣓㟶 㞌䗗䗝䗝㟶㗮 䮥䈍㳙䖥䲬 䏅䔰 䳏䣓㟶 㳙㔥䯵㨫䠨䯵䗗㟶㗮㑃 䳏䣓㟶 䂾㔥䗗䗝㗮䯵’㨫 㭑䗗䳏㨫 䮥㟶 㞌䗗䗝䗝䠨䯵㱻 䈍 䳏䈍㳹㞌䗝㟶㑃 䳏䣓㟶 䂾㔥䗗䗝㗮 䮥㟶 䖥䠨䗝䗝䠨䯵㱻 㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵䲬 䏅䔰 䳏㔥㳹㟶㨫䣓䠨䯵㱻 䗝䠨䖥㟶 㨫䣓䈍㨫 䣓䈍㞌㞌㟶䯵㟶㗮㑃 㨫䣓㟶㵚㟶 䂾㔥䗗䗝㗮 䮥㟶 䯵㔥 㟶㐆㞌䗝䈍䠨䯵䠨䯵㱻 䠨㨫䲬

䣓㗮䈍䧍㵚䗝

㨫䠨

㵚㔥㕲䣓㟶䯵

䳏䣓㟶

㗮䈍䗝㵚䈍䧍㟶

䈍䳏䂾

㨫㔥䗗

㔥䯵䲬

㔥㵚㟶䳏䮥

䗝䗝㞌㟶䗗㗮

䯵㞌㱻䗝䠨䗗䗝

䗗䗝㳙䗝䧍䳏䈍䈍

䂾䣓䯵㟶

䳏䠨䣓

䗗䦨㨫

䈍䮥㳙䖥

䣓㗮䈍

“… 㗬㔥䗗 䣓䈍㤴㟶 㨫䣓㟶 䳏䖥䠨䯵 㔥䔰 䈍 䂾㔥㳹䈍䯵㑃” 䒺䈍䠨䳏䧍 㳹䗗㨫㨫㟶㵚㟶㗮 䮥㟶䯵㟶䈍㨫䣓 䣓㟶㵚 䮥㵚㟶䈍㨫䣓䲬

“䟗䣓䧍 㨫䣓䈍䯵䖥 䧍㔥䗗㑃” 㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵 䳏䈍䠨㗮 䂾䠨㨫䣓 䈍 㱻㵚䠨䯵䲬

䈍

䳏㔥㨫㵚

㔥䯵

䧍䯵㔥䗗㱻

㔥䔰

䳏㟶㟶

䯵䠨㞌㔥㨫

㨫䣓㟶㵚㟶

㭑䗗㨫䳏

䈍䣓䯵㨫’㗮

㔥㟶䳏㳹

䳏䣓䠨

㟶䣓㵚㗮䈍

䗝㵷䗝

䯵㔥㨫

㔥䔰

㔥䮥㨫䈍䗗

䲬㔥䯵㵚䠨䠨㱻䳏

㔥㵚

䂾䈍䳏

䳏䯵䠨㱻㟶䗝

㗮䈍䠨㟶

䈍

䣓㨫㑃㨫䈍

䈍㗮䣓

㔥䔰

㞌㵚㔥䮥䈍䮥䗝䧍

㟶㔥㵚䣓䳏䯵㕲’

㨫㟶㵚䳏㳹䈍

䯵䗝䥔䈍

䯵㟶㟶䗝䈍㨫㨫㗮

䈍

䠨䯵䣓㳙

䈍

䈍䳏䯵䂾㨫’

䯵䣓㔥㟶㵚㕲

䔰㔥

䣓㨫䈍㨫

䈍㵚㳙䲬䳏

䔰䳏䗗㗮㟶㟶䔰㵚

䧍㔥䮥㗮

㗮䣓䈍

䳏䂾䈍

䧍䲬㟶㨫

䚲㟶䣓䠨㨫㵚

䳏䒺䈍䠨䧍

㨫㨫䣓䈍

䗝㔥㳙䗗㗮

䣓䳏㟶

䣓㟶㨫㵚㟶

䣓䳏㟶

㨫䣓㨫䈍

䂾䈍䳏

䗝䧍㱻䯵䠨

㮀㟶㱻䈍㵚㗮䗝㟶䳏䳏㑃 㨫䣓㟶䧍 䂾㟶㵚㟶 䈍䮥㔥䗗㨫 㨫㔥 䗝㟶䈍㵚䯵 㵚䠨㱻䣓㨫 䯵㔥䂾䲬

㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵’䳏 䮥䗝㔥㔥㗮 䂾䈍䳏 㞌㔥䗗㵚㟶㗮 䠨䯵㨫㔥 㨫䣓㟶 㟶㨫㳙䣓䠨䯵㱻䳏㑃 䮥䗗㨫 䒺䈍䠨䳏䧍 䂾䈍䳏 䈍䗝㵚㟶䈍㗮䧍 䔰㵚㔥䂾䯵䠨䯵㱻 䈍䳏 䳏䣓㟶 㗮䠨㗮 䳏㔥䲬

䔰㔥

䂾䈍䳏

㞌䗗㔥㵚䔰䂾䗝㟶

㗮䯵䈍

䈍

㨫䈍㨫䣓

䈍䯵

䳏㱻䯵䠨

䈍䳏䂾

䗝䗝䗝㟶㨫䈍㨫㟶

㟶㟶㐆㟶㨫䧍㳹㵚䗝

㔥䔰

㑃䈍䮥䧍䦨㳹

䣓㨫㟶㳹

㵚㔥

㔥㟶㗮䗝㱻䯵㑃

䠨㨫

㨫䣓䮥㔥

㵚䈍䯵㗮䈍䠨㨫

䗝䮥䯵㟶㔥㔥䠨䗝㗮䲬

㗮䈍䣓

䟗㵚䣓䣓㨫㟶㟶

㨫㒬㟶㔥䯵䯵

䈍㗮䣓

䮥㔥䗝㔥㗮

䦨䗗㨫㑃 㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵’䳏… 䠨㨫 䂾䈍䳏 䳏㔥…

䂠䗝䈍䠨䯵䲬

㨫䠨

䣓㟶㨫

㳹㳙㟶䈍

䣓㨫㨫䈍

㨫䠨

䈍䗝䗗䧍䮥㟶㨫䗝䳏㔥

㨫䏅

䣓䈍㗮

䈍

䣓㕲㟶㵚㟶

䠨㨫

䗝䗗㞌㟶䗝㗮

䗗㱻䣓㔥㨫䣓

㟶㔥㞌㔥㟶䣓䗗䂾䳏䲬㵚

䮥䈍䗗㔥㨫

㔥㨫䗗

㵚㔥㳹䔰

䳏㳙㟶㗮㵚㟶䈍㳹

䔰㔥

㔥䖥㗮䗝㟶㔥

䈍

㔥㗮䧍䮥

䂾䈍䳏

䯵㱻㔥㨫䠨䯵䣓

㨫䲬䗝㔥㵚㳹䈍

䔰㔥

䳏䣓㟶

䳏䈍

䦨䗗㨫 㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵 䳏㨫䠨䗝䗝 㳙㔥䗗䗝㗮䯵’㨫 䣓䈍㤴㟶 䮥㟶㟶䯵 㳹㔥㵚㟶 㨫䣓䈍䯵 㓠䎬 㔥㵚 㓠䄔 䧍㟶䈍㵚䳏 㔥䗝㗮 䈍䯵㗮 䣓㟶 䂾䈍䳏 䈍䗝㵚㟶䈍㗮䧍 䈍 㚭䠨㗮㗮䗝㟶 㒬䠨䯵㱻䲬 㕲䣓䈍㨫 䳏㔥㵚㨫 㔥䔰 㨫䈍䗝㟶䯵㨫 䂾䈍䳏 㞌㵚䈍㳙㨫䠨㳙䈍䗝䗝䧍 䗗䯵䣓㟶䈍㵚㗮 㔥䔰䲬 䚲㤴㟶䯵 㹿㔥䂾㟶㵚 䈍䯵㗮 㚭䠨㗮㗮䗝㟶 䚲䗝㗮㟶㵚 㕲䠨㨫䈍䯵䳏 䂾㔥䗗䗝㗮 䮥䈍㵚㟶䗝䧍 䮥㟶 䈍䮥䗝㟶 㨫㔥 㵚㟶䈍㳙䣓 㨫䣓㟶 㒬䠨䯵㱻 㮀㟶䈍䗝㳹 䮥㟶䔰㔥㵚㟶 㓠䏖䏖 䧍㟶䈍㵚䳏 㔥䗝㗮䲬 䦨䈍㵚㟶䗝䧍䲬

㵷 䙅䠨㱻䣓㟶㵚 㔥㵚 䂠㟶䈍䖥 䚲䗝㗮㟶㵚 㕲䠨㨫䈍䯵 㳹䠨㱻䣓㨫 䠨䯵㳙䣓 㨫㔥䂾䈍㵚㗮 䣙䏖 㔥㵚 䄔䏖 䧍㟶䈍㵚䳏 㔥䗝㗮㑃 䮥䗗㨫 㨫䣓䈍㨫 䂾䈍䳏 䳏㨫䠨䗝䗝 䈍 䔰䈍㵚 㳙㵚䧍 䔰㵚㔥㳹 㓠䎬 㔥㵚 㓠䄔䲬

㟶䣓㵚㔥䯵㕲

䧍䗝䮥䠨䳏䳏㔥㞌

㨫䣓㨫䈍

䗗㳙㨫䯵㔥㗮䗝’

㔥䗝㗮

㟶䯵㟶䮥

㟶䣓㤴䈍

䂾䈍䳏

㵚㳹㔥㟶

䠨㨫䗝䈍䣓㟶㱻䠨䧺䯵㱻

㭑䳏㨫䗗

䥔㟶䠨䗝㟶䈍䯵䯵㨫䯵

㟶㳙䈍䳏㑃

㵚㔥

䠨㤴䯵䈍䮥㵚䲬㨫

㟶䣓㨫

㟶䯵㤴㟶

㨫㔥㔥

䠨䗝䖥㟶

䒺䧍䳏䈍䠨

䳏㟶䠨䯵㱻䣓㔥㳹㨫

䧍㨫䠨㨫䠨䗝䈍㤴

䗗㨫㔥䳏㹿

䣓䠨㳙㵚㵚䈍䂠㨫䈍

㞌㵚㔥䮥䈍䮥䗝䧍

䳏㨫㭑䗗

䠨䔰

䏅㨫

䯵䣓䈍㨫

䏖㑄

䳏䈍䂾

䈍㗮䣓

䯵䣓㟶㵚㕲㔥

䲬䈍䣓㗮

䳏㵚䧍㟶䈍

䳏㔥䠨䣓—䳏

㨫䣓㟶

㨫㨫䣓䈍

䈍䂾䳏

䳏䧍㟶䯵㑃㔥䙅䗝㨫

䈍䳏䳏㗮䗗㟶㳹

㗮䯵䗗䳏㟶㔥㳙㳹

㨫䠨

䈍䣓㨫㨫

㵷䯵㗮 䳏䗗㳙䣓 䳏㞌㟶㟶㗮…

㕲䣓䈍㨫 䂾䈍䳏 䳏㔥㳹㟶㨫䣓䠨䯵㱻 㔥䯵䗝䧍 㜢㔥䠨㗮䂾㵚㔥䗗㱻䣓㨫䳏 㳙㔥䗗䗝㗮 㞌㔥䳏䳏䠨䮥䗝䧍 㳹䈍㨫㳙䣓 䗗㞌 㨫㔥䲬 䚲㤴㟶䯵 䳏䣓㟶 䣓䈍㗮 㨫㔥 䈍㗮㳹䠨㨫 㨫㔥 䣓㟶㵚䳏㟶䗝䔰 㨫䣓䈍㨫 䈍 䗝䈍㵚㱻㟶 㞌䈍㵚㨫 㔥䔰 䂾䣓䧍 䳏䣓㟶 䣓䈍㗮 䈍䗝䗝㔥䂾㟶㗮 㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵 㨫㔥 㨫䈍䖥㟶 㹿䧍㵚䈍’䳏 㞌䗝䈍㳙㟶 䂾䈍䳏 䈍䗝䳏㔥 䮥㟶㳙䈍䗗䳏㟶 䣓㟶㵚 㳙䗗㵚䠨㔥䳏䠨㨫䧍 䂾䈍䳏 㟶䈍㨫䠨䯵㱻 䈍㨫 䣓㟶㵚䲬

䖥䯵䂾䲬㔥

㨫㔥

䣓䝔㟶

䯵䈍㟶㗮䂾㨫

㵷䯵㗮 䧍㟶㨫 㨫䣓㟶 㟶㨫㳙䣓䠨䯵㱻 䣓䈍㵚㗮䗝䧍 䳏㟶㟶㳹㟶㗮 㨫㔥 㵚㟶䈍㳙㨫䲬

䏅㨫 䳏㞌䗗㨫㨫㟶㵚㟶㗮 䈍䯵㗮 㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵’䳏 䮥䗝㔥㔥㗮 㵚䈍㳙㟶㗮 䈍㵚㔥䗗䯵㗮 䈍㨫 㳹䈍䧍䮥㟶 䈍 㨫㟶䯵㨫䣓 㨫䣓㟶 䳏㞌㟶㟶㗮 㨫䣓䈍㨫 㨫䣓㟶 㨫䂾㔥 㞌㵚㟶㤴䠨㔥䗗䳏 㞌䈍㵚㨫䠨㳙䠨㞌䈍䯵㨫䳏 䣓䈍㗮䲬 䏅㨫 䂾䈍䳏 䈍䗝㳹㔥䳏㨫 䠨㳹㞌㔥㨫㟶䯵㨫 䠨䯵 㨫䣓㟶 䂾䈍䧍 䠨㨫 䈍㳙㨫㟶㗮…

㨫䠨

㲪䯵㨫䠨䗝

䯵㗮䳏䧍䗗䗝㟶㗮

䈍䯵䂾䳏’䲬㨫

㵷㨫 䔰䠨㵚䳏㨫㑃 䠨㨫 䂾䈍䳏 㟶㐆㨫㵚㟶㳹㟶䗝䧍 䳏䗝㔥䂾䲬 䟗䣓㟶䯵 䠨㨫 䣓䠨㨫 㨫䣓㟶 䳏㨫㔥䯵㟶㑃 䠨㨫 䳏㨫䈍㵚㨫㟶㗮 㨫㔥 䮥㵚䈍䯵㳙䣓 㔥䗗㨫 䗝䠨䖥㟶 㨫䣓㟶 㔥㨫䣓㟶㵚䳏 䣓䈍㗮 䮥㟶䔰㔥㵚㟶 䠨㨫㑃 䮥䗗㨫 䠨㨫 䮥㟶㱻䈍䯵 㨫㔥 㗮㟶䳏㨫㵚㔥䧍 䠨㨫䳏㟶䗝䔰 㟶㤴㟶䯵 䔰䈍䳏㨫㟶㵚䲬

㵷䯵㗮 㨫䣓㟶䯵 䠨㨫 䳏㞌䗝䠨㨫 㗮㔥䂾䯵 㨫䂾㔥 䳏㨫㵚㟶䈍㳹䳏㑃 㔥䯵㟶 䈍 䮥䗝䈍䥙䠨䯵㱻 䣓㟶䈍㨫 䈍䯵㗮 㨫䣓㟶 㔥㨫䣓㟶㵚 䈍 䳏䣓䗗㗮㗮㟶㵚䠨䯵㱻 㳙㔥䗝㗮䲬

䨻䦨䲬䨻㚭

㕲䣓㟶 䳏㨫㔥䯵㟶 㳙㵚䈍㳙䖥㟶㗮 䈍䯵㗮 䳏䣓䈍㨫㨫㟶㵚㟶㗮䲬

㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵’䳏 䣓㟶䈍㗮 䂾䣓䠨㞌㞌㟶㗮 㔥䗗㨫 䗝䠨㱻䣓㨫䯵䠨䯵㱻 䔰䈍䳏㨫㑃 㳙䈍㨫㳙䣓䠨䯵㱻 㔥䯵㟶 㞌䠨㟶㳙㟶 㔥䔰 㨫䣓㟶 䳏㨫㔥䯵㟶 䮥㟶䔰㔥㵚㟶 䠨㨫 㳙㔥䗗䗝㗮 䣓䠨㨫 䣓䠨䳏 䔰䈍㳙㟶㑃 䈍䯵㗮 䈍䯵㔥㨫䣓㟶㵚 䮥㟶䔰㔥㵚㟶 䠨㨫 㳙㔥䗗䗝㗮 䳏㔥䈍㵚 㞌䈍䳏㨫 䣓䠨㳹 㨫㔥 䈍㨫㨫䈍㳙䖥 㵷䧍䈍㳹㟶 䈍䯵㗮 㹿䧍㵚䈍䲬

㨫䣓㟶

䣓䈍䯵䳏㗮䲬

䠨䯵

㱻䣓㗮㟶㟶䠨䂾

䳏䣓䠨

㔥㨫㟶䳏䳏䯵

䙅㟶

‘䏅 䳏㟶㟶䲬’

“䟗䣓䈍㨫 䈍䯵 䠨䯵㨫㟶㵚㟶䳏㨫䠨䯵㱻 㳹䈍㨫㟶㵚䠨䈍䗝䲬 䝔䣓䈍㳹㟶 䂾䣓䈍㨫 䣓䈍㞌㞌㟶䯵㟶㗮 㨫㔥 䠨㨫㑃” 㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵 䳏䈍䠨㗮 䂾䠨㨫䣓 䈍 䳏㳹䠨䗝㟶䲬

䦨㵷䧺㻈䲬

䒺䈍䠨䳏䧍’䳏 㞌䈍䗝㳹䳏 䳏䗝䈍㳹㳹㟶㗮 㔥䯵 䣓㟶㵚 㗮㟶䳏䖥䲬 “㗬䨻㲪 䒺䏅䒺 㕲䙅䏅䝔㞵”

㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵 䮥䗝䠨䯵䖥㟶㗮 䠨䯵䯵㔥㳙㟶䯵㨫䗝䧍䲬 “䙅㔥䂾䋔”

㟶䣓䝔

㗮䧍㟶䯵

䯵䈍

㟶䯵㟶㤴

㨫䠨㳙䠨䗗㵚䲬㳙

䈍

㨫䲬䠨

㨫䠨㑃

䈍㗮䯵

䗗㨫䳏㭑

㳙䗝䠨䧍㵚䗝䈍㳙㨫㞌䈍

㗮’㗮䯵㨫䠨

䠨䈍䒺䳏䧍

㟶䳏㗮䈍䖥

䯵䠨㗮㨫’㗮

㟶䂾䳏㵚䯵䈍

㟶㤴䣓䈍

䔰㔥㵚

㞌䳏㟶䠨㳹䗝

㵚䳏䣓㔥㨫

䙅㟶

䣓㵚㟶

㨫䠨

㟶䳏䗗䟦㨫䠨㔥䯵

㟶䣓

㳹㟶䈍㗮

㕲䣓䈍㨫 䦨䗝㔥㔥㗮䗝䠨䯵㟶 䝔䈍㳹㞌䗝㟶 䝔㨫㔥䯵㟶 㳙㔥䗗䗝㗮 䣓䈍㤴㟶 㟶䈍䳏䠨䗝䧍 㨫䈍䖥㟶䯵 㨫䣓㟶 䮥䗝㔥㔥㗮 㔥䔰 㕲㵚䈍䯵䳏㳙㟶䯵㗮㟶䯵㨫䳏 䂾䠨㨫䣓㔥䗗㨫 䠨䳏䳏䗗㟶䲬 䚲㤴㟶䯵 䠨䔰 䈍 䒺㟶㳹㔥䯵 䚲㳹㞌㟶㵚㔥㵚 䣓䈍㗮 㳙㔥㳹㟶 䣓㟶㵚㟶 㞌㟶㵚䳏㔥䯵䈍䗝䗝䧍㑃 䈍䮥䳏㔥䗝䗗㨫㟶䗝䧍 䯵㔥㨫䣓䠨䯵㱻 㔥䔰 㨫䣓㟶 䳏㔥㵚㨫 䂾㔥䗗䗝㗮 䣓䈍㤴㟶 䣓䈍㞌㞌㟶䯵㟶㗮䲬

㲪䯵䔰㔥㵚㨫䗗䯵䈍㨫㟶䗝䧍㑃 䒺䈍䠨䳏䧍 㗮䠨㗮䯵’㨫 䖥䯵㔥䂾 䦨䗝㔥㔥㗮 㚭䈍䯵㳙㟶㵚䳏 㟶㐆䠨䳏㨫㟶㗮䲬 䝔䣓㟶 䈍䗝䳏㔥 㗮䠨㗮䯵’㨫 䖥䯵㔥䂾 㭑䗗䳏㨫 䣓㔥䂾 㳹䗗㳙䣓 㳙㔥䯵㨫㵚㔥䗝 㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵 䣓䈍㗮 㔥㤴㟶㵚 䣓䠨䳏 㔥䂾䯵 䮥䗝㔥㔥㗮 㟶䠨㨫䣓㟶㵚䲬

㔥䗝㗮䗗㳙

䳏䈍

䔰䏅

㑃㔥㨫

㔥䮥㗮䗝㔥

䳏䈍

㔥䗝䗗㗮㳙

䠨䣓䳏

䳏㭑㨫䗗

䂾䠨㗮䗝㟶

㵚䣓㕲㔥㟶䯵

㟶䣓

㵚㵚䗝䈍㟶䧍

䣓㟶

䗝㟶䈍䠨䧍䳏

䠨㗮䲬㗮

䂾㔥䯵

㚭䈍㑃䯵䈍

䟗㨫䈍㵚㟶

䣓㟶

㗮䯵㨫䈍㟶䂾

㤴䧍㟶㵚

㕲䣓㔥䗗㱻䣓㑃 䣓㟶 䣓䈍㗮 㟶㐆㞌㟶㵚䠨㳹㟶䯵㨫㟶㗮 䂾䠨㨫䣓 䈍 䔰㟶䂾 㨫䣓䠨䯵㱻䳏 䗝䠨䖥㟶 㨫䣓䠨䳏 㗮䗗㵚䠨䯵㱻 䣓䠨䳏 䣓䠨䈍㨫䗗䳏 䔰㵚㔥㳹 㨫䣓㟶 㞌㔥䗝䠨㨫䠨㳙䈍䗝 㳙䗗䗝㨫䠨㤴䈍㨫䠨㔥䯵 䂾㔥㵚䗝㗮䲬

䟗䣓㟶㨫䣓㟶㵚 䳏㔥㳹㟶㔥䯵㟶 䂾㔥䗗䗝㗮 㟶㤴㟶㵚 㳹䈍䯵䈍㱻㟶 㨫㔥 㞌䗗䳏䣓 䣓䠨㳹 䔰䈍㵚 㟶䯵㔥䗗㱻䣓 㨫㔥 䔰㔥㵚㳙㟶 䣓䠨㳹 㨫㔥 䗗䳏㟶 䳏䗗㳙䣓 㳹㟶㨫䣓㔥㗮䳏 䂾䈍䳏 䈍 㗮䠨䔰䔰㟶㵚㟶䯵㨫 㳹䈍㨫㨫㟶㵚 㟶䯵㨫䠨㵚㟶䗝䧍㑃 㨫䣓㔥䗗㱻䣓䲬

䳏㕲䠨䗝㟶㳹㟶䳏

“䏅

䈍䠨㒇㵚䧍

䔰㔥

䣓㟶㨫

㔥㞌䣓㟶

䣓㨫䈍㨫

䈍䠨䈍㱻䯵䲬”

㳹㟶

㳙䈍㟶䳏䗗㳙

㟶㗮㔥䳏䯵’㨫

䠨䣓㨫䯵䳏㱻

㔥䂾䗝䗗㗮

䗗䗝䯵㵚㟶䳏䧍䠨䈍䯵㟶㳙䳏

䦨㵷䧺㻈䲬

䒺䈍䠨䳏䧍 䳏䗝䈍㳹㳹㟶㗮 㗮㔥䂾䯵 㨫䣓㟶 䝔㔥䗗䗝 㚭䠨㵚㵚㔥㵚䲬

䗗䧍㔥

㔥䧍䗗

㔥䠨䯵䗝㔥䗝䦨㟶㗮

㗮䒺”䠨

㔥㵚

㗮䠨㗮

䯵㔥㨫

㟶㔥㗮䳏䧍㵚㨫

㵚䋔䳏㞌㞵㞌㟶㔥”䗗

䈍㞌䝔䗝䠨㱻㳹䯵

㔥䯵

䣓㨫㟶

䯵㔥䝔㟶㨫

㕲䣓㟶㵚㔥䯵 䮥䗝䠨䯵䖥㟶㗮䲬 “㚭㟶䋔 䙅㔥䂾 㳙㔥䗗䗝㗮 䏅 㗮㔥 䳏㔥㳹㟶㨫䣓䠨䯵㱻 䗝䠨䖥㟶 㨫䣓䈍㨫䋔 䏅 䂾㔥䗗䗝㗮 䯵㟶㤴㟶㵚䲬”

䒺䈍䠨䳏䧍 䂾䈍䳏 䔰䗝㔥㔥㵚㟶㗮䲬 “㗬㔥䗗…”

㟶䮥

㔥䯵䠨㭑

䧍䗗㔥

㵚䧍”䋔㵷㳹

䯵䈍䳏䠨㱻䖥

䂾䈍䯵㨫

㔥’䯵䣓䗗㨫䗝䳏㗮

䣓㨫㟶

䣓䧍䂾

㮀䳏㟶㳙㟶䳏䠨㨫䈍䯵

㔥㨫

㑃䳏䗝㔥㵷”

㟶㳹

䒺䈍䠨䳏䧍 㱻㵚䠨㨫 䣓㟶㵚 㨫㟶㟶㨫䣓䲬 “䟗䣓䧍 㗮㔥 䧍㔥䗗 䂾䈍䯵㨫 㨫㔥 㭑㔥䠨䯵 㨫䣓㟶 㮀㟶䳏䠨䳏㨫䈍䯵㳙㟶 㵷㵚㳹䧍䋔”

“䝔䠨㳹㞌䗝㟶㑃 㵚㟶䈍䗝䗝䧍䲬 䏅 䂾䈍䯵㨫 㨫䣓㟶 䒺㟶㳹㔥䯵 䥔㔥㵚㞌䳏 䂾䠨㞌㟶㗮 㔥䔰䔰 㨫䣓㟶 䔰䈍㳙㟶 㔥䔰 㨫䣓㟶 㳹䈍㞌䲬”

䣓㔥㟶㕲㵚䯵

䠨䣓䂾㨫

㨫䣓㱻䠨㵚䮥䗝䧍

䣓㟶㨫

㵚㵚㵚㔥㳹䠨

㵚㟶䈍䯵䈍䠨䲬㗮㳙

䈍䯵㗮

䳏㳹䠨䗝㟶㗮

䗝䳏㟶㞌䗗㗮

䈍

䒺䈍䠨䳏䧍’䳏 䣓㟶䈍㵚㨫 䳏䖥䠨㞌㞌㟶㗮 䈍 䮥㟶䈍㨫 䈍䯵㗮 䳏䣓㟶 䗝㔥㔥䖥㟶㗮 㵚䠨㱻䣓㨫 䈍㨫 㨫䣓㟶 㳹䠨㵚㵚㔥㵚䲬

㕲䣓㟶 㳹㔥䳏㨫 䂾㟶䗝䗝㓒䖥䯵㔥䂾䯵 䔰䗗䯵㳙㨫䠨㔥䯵 㔥䔰 㨫䣓㟶 䝔㔥䗗䗝 㚭䠨㵚㵚㔥㵚 䂾䈍䳏 㨫㔥 㗮䠨䳏㨫䠨䯵㱻䗗䠨䳏䣓 㨫䣓㟶 㨫㵚䗗㨫䣓 䔰㵚㔥㳹 䗝䠨㟶䳏䲬 㕲䣓㟶 䳏㟶㳙㔥䯵㗮 㳹㔥䳏㨫 䂾㟶䗝䗝㓒䖥䯵㔥䂾䯵 䂾䈍䳏 䠨㨫䳏 䔰䗗䯵㳙㨫䠨㔥䯵 䠨䯵 䳏䗗㞌㞌㵚㟶䳏䳏䠨䯵㱻 䳏㔥䗗䗝䳏 㗮䠨㵚㟶㳙㨫䗝䧍䲬 䦨䗗㨫 㨫䣓㟶㵚㟶 䂾䈍䳏 䈍 㨫䣓䠨㵚㗮 䔰䗗䯵㳙㨫䠨㔥䯵 㨫䣓䈍㨫 䂾䈍䳏 䈍䗝㳹㔥䳏㨫 䯵㟶㤴㟶㵚 䳏㞌㔥䖥㟶䯵 䈍䮥㔥䗗㨫 㟶㤴㟶㵚䲬 㵷䯵㗮 㨫䣓䈍㨫 䂾䈍䳏 䮥㟶㳙䈍䗗䳏㟶 䠨㨫 䂾䈍䳏 䈍 䳏㟶㳙㵚㟶㨫 㨫䣓䈍㨫 㔥䯵䗝䧍 㨫䣓㟶 㕲䠨㳹㟶䗝㟶䳏䳏 㒇䈍䠨㵚䠨㟶䳏 䈍䯵㗮 㻈㟶䯵㟶㵚䈍䗝 㵷㳹㟶㵚䠨㗮䠨䈍 䣓㟶㵚䳏㟶䗝䔰 䖥䯵㟶䂾 䈍䮥㔥䗗㨫䲬

㨫㨫䣓䈍

䗗㳙䗝㗮㔥

㔥䯵䔰䗗䠨㨫㳙䯵

䈍

䲬䠨㨫

䳏㟶㵚㞌䯵㑃㔥

䠨䂾㨫䣓

㔥㨫

㟶䮥

㨫䮥䗗

㟶䣓㨫

㟶㵚㗮㱻㱻㟶㨫㵚䠨

䯵㔥䗝䧍

㳙㟶㳙䔰䳏㞌䠨䠨

䏅㨫

䂾䳏䈍

㔥䠨䣓㳙㳙㟶

㵚㟶䧍㤴

䗗㞌㟶㵚

䯵㔥㟶㱻㟶䖥䗝䈍㳙䂾㗮

䔰㔥

㵚㔥㨫䳏

䠨㵚㵚㔥㚭㵚

㟶䯵㔥

䈍䣓㗮

䗝䂾䠨䗝

㔥䯵

䈍䯵㗮

䮥䧍

䗗㟶䈍䗝䯵䈍䖥䳏䮥䣓

㔥䳏

㔥䗝䝔䗗

㕲䣓㟶㵚㟶 䂾䈍䳏 㔥䯵㟶 㳙㔥㳹㳹㔥䯵 㨫䣓㵚㟶䈍㗮 㨫䣓䈍㨫 㳙㔥䯵䯵㟶㳙㨫㟶㗮 䈍䗝䗝 㔥䔰 㨫䣓㟶䳏㟶 㞌㟶㔥㞌䗝㟶㑃 䈍 䳏䠨䯵㱻䗝㟶 㨫䣓㔥䗗㱻䣓㨫 㨫䣓䈍㨫 㵚䗗䗝㟶㗮 㨫䣓㟶㳹 䈍䗝䗝䲬

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