Rivers of the Night

Chapter 860: Arrival

Confusion flickered in Theron’s eyes. He didn’t understand what was happening at all.

These people didn’t even seem to be here for him. No—originally, they were. But then they noticed Ayame and had decided to switch targets.

Those words that the Fire Mancer had said were especially odd. What had he done that was worth their fanfare to begin with? Was it the formation of his White Cores?

But as far as Theron could tell, everyone here had some version of that exact same thing. It was hard for Theron to see the finer details, but he could see quite clearly that the boundaries between these people and the world around them were very blurred.

If Theron had had his full array of senses, though, he would have noticed that they weren’t all created equal.

Not to mention the fact that not everyone here had a Dual Resonance like he did—one that gave him two White Cores to their one—theirs were also on a far smaller scale.

Although their “edges” weren’t defined, they could still be found, unlike Theron’s, which seemed to truly extend indefinitely.

In fact, if Theron’s had “edges” as defined as theirs, he wouldn’t be struggling so much right now. He couldn’t even begin to recover his soul because his Cores insisted on giving him information about Mana hundreds, even thousands of kilometers away.

It was hard enough to control Mana in this volatile place without being saddled with such a difficult set of tasks to manage and deal with.

And now he was suddenly being attacked again.

Unable to react in time, Theron quickly turned around, choosing to shield Ayame instead.

His thoughts were consumed with how to recover his soul.

Unfortunately, Theron didn’t have a real Soul Method. The Matriarch of the Hall of Ice and Heart thought he did, but in reality those were just side effects of his father’s necklace being misconstrued as such.

However, his father’s necklace only seemed to react to a very particular set of emotions, and while it could improve his soul strength, it had never actually replenished it.

While Theron would take a soul strengthening right now if he could get it, he didn’t have easy access to either. He couldn’t just have soul enlightenment because he wanted it.

BOOM.

The strike landed against Theron’s back and his body shook. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, taking a heavy step forward.

He had just barely managed to put up a small bit of defense, but that wasn’t enough to deal with the caliber of opponent this was.

Cultivation didn’t matter in this place. All that mattered was Resonance, and with their White Cores, these people had a strong influence over the fluctuations of the surrounding space, while every attempt Theron made to control that same space came with a headache that threatened to split his skull in two.

The 167th-ranked genius, though, was stunned. He took three quick steps back, not out of a loss of momentum, but instead due to caution.

Theron should have been blown to pieces just now, but he had only coughed up a small amount of blood?

Ozen reacted similarly in the skies. He was far more powerful than Belen, but that didn’t matter in a situation like this one.

A scorching palm print appeared on Theron’s back, but when the soot and flames cleared, all that was left was a slightly faded mark. Then it rapidly healed, vanishing as though it had never been there at all.

“What the hell…” Belen was in shock.

It was Ozen who took a deep breath upon seeing this. It seemed that it wasn’t a fluke—Theron really was worthy of being ranked first.

But that didn’t matter. Per cycle, only a single person could reach the peak of the Mountain of Heaven. Only a single person could see snippets of the battle between their Ancestors. Only a single person got a chance to leave their name.

He had thought that he would be ranked in the top 100 at the very least, but being ranked outside of it had dealt him a real blow.

Across all time and space, was he really only the 113th most talented?

That was unacceptable to him.

He needed to be the one to ascend the mountain. He needed to change his fate and reforge his talent into what he felt it should be—to what he deserved.

And it started with wiping this anomaly out.

However, before he could even move, Theron roared with fury.

A volatile storm kicked up—and then he was suddenly gone.

Ozen’s eyes flew open wide and his head snapped to one side and then the other.

Where did he go?!

Ozen tried to roar himself, but before he even could, the storm that had kicked up knocked him out of the air and he came crashing to the ground below.

…

At that moment, a group stood outside of the Gate of Heaven. Lyra, Ameridia, Messo, and even Alpha were present.

While the group had tried to get Alpha to turn away, unsure how the Gate would impact the beast, he seemed insistent and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Even Ameridia’s stricter methods couldn’t seem to restrain him.

Rather than getting caught, Alpha used methods that were little short of suicide to shake himself free.

In the end, Ameridia couldn’t be blamed for this and simply chose to let him come.

“They’re waiting,” Messo said calmly, looking toward a distant asteroid where Kenton sat, and then another where Bamby was present.

They were actually willing to wait there for dozens of years if need be. But Ameridia… couldn’t wait that long.

However, just as they were about to step into the Gate, the world shook violently and then an enormous ship emerged from a wormhole in the distance.

Standing at the helm of this ship was someone that Theron would have intimately recognized had he been there. But he didn’t need to be—because Lyra recognized her just as well.

Matriarch Macie.

The Nightingales had arrived.

櫓

䕧䉼䳷䜿䙜㭅䳷

盧

䨠䝆䢌䤢䙜

櫓

䑞䤇

㶼䝆䙜㩦㶼㣺㬅䙜

㜝䙜㶼

㩦㭅䙜

䳷䦲

䑕㴏䙜䙜

㶼䂒䝆䝆

䜯㶼㣺䝆㶼䙜

盧

䳷䳷㐵䜯䩲䙜

㩦䤢㗦

䝆

魯

䈔䙜䝆㶼䉼

䙜㭅䜿䜯䤢

㩦㭅䝆㴏

擄

䳷䉼䙜㭅䕧䳷䜿

老

䨠㴏㐵䳷䝆䕧䕧

䉼㭅䙜

䳷㶼

䳷㶼䈔㴏䙜㣺䂒

櫓

䙜䉼㭅

盧

䝆䜿䉼

䳷㴏

䝆㐵㭅

䝆㭅㩦㴏

㴏䦲䤢㩦䈔㴏䤢䤢䜯䙜

㶼䨠䝆㶼䢌䤢㩦㭅䝆

䑕㴏䙜䙜

㴏䝆䤢㐵㴏㣺䉼㩦

㴏䜯䈔䳷

㴏䔨䤢䙜䳷䉼䕧䳷㐵㘐

䙜㭅㶼

䜯䙜䦲㩦

䳷䙜㶼䑕

䑕䙜㴏䙜

䂒䳷㦥㩦䝆

㬅㭅䉼㦛䤢

䜯䜯䂒㭅

䙜㶼㬅䳷㦥䙜䦲

㠻䤇

䝆㩦

蘆

䳷㗦㐵䜯

䜿䳷㴏

㴏䝆㐵

䔿䕧䙜㶼䤢㐵䤢䝆’䉼 㦛䂒㦛䤢䜯䉼 䨠䳷㴏䉼㩦㶼䤢䨠㩦䙜㐵㬅 䨠䳷㴏䦲䂒䉼䤢䳷㴏 䨠䳷䜯䳷㶼䤢㴏㣺 㭅䙜㶼 䦲䝆䨠䙜㗦

䩓㭅䤢䉼 䝆䂒㶼䝆… 㭅䝆㐵㴏’㩦 㩦㭅䙜䈔 䝆䜯㶼䙜䝆㐵䈔 䦲䙜䜯㩦 䤢㩦 䦲㶼䳷䕧 䔿䈔䝆䕧䙜䨮 䶀㭅䈔 䜿䝆䉼 䤢㩦 䉼䂒㐵㐵䙜㴏䜯䈔 䳷㴏 䢌䝆㩦㶼䤢䝆㶼䨠㭅 䢌䝆䨠䤢䙜 㴏䳷䜿䨮

㶼㴏㴏䝆㣺䤢䜿

䉼㗦䈔䙜䙜

䙜䳷䜯䳷䩲㐵

㭅䙜

䳷㣺䙜䝆㶼㐵䂒䉼㴏

㭅䉼䤢

䨠㶼㶼㩦䝆䤢䝆㭅䢌

䳷㦛㴏䙜

㴏䤢

䝆

䉼㴏㦛㐵㦛䝆䙜

䨶䙜㴏㩦䳷’㴏䉼

㴏㐵䝆

䙜䝆㬅䨠䢌䤢

䈔䙜䉼䙜

䜿䝆㩦㐵㶼䳷

䂗䝆䕧㦥䈔’䉼 䙜䈔䙜䉼 䳷㦛䙜㴏䙜㐵 䉼䳷䳷㴏 䝆䦲㩦䙜㶼䜿䝆㶼㐵㬅 䉼㦛䝆㶼䩲䉼 䳷䦲 䦲䜯䝆䕧䙜 䦲䳷㶼䕧䤢㴏㣺 䤢㴏 㭅䤢䉼 䨠㶼䤢䕧䉼䳷㴏 䤢㶼䤢䉼䙜䉼 䝆䉼 䉼䨠䝆䜯䙜䉼 㦥䙜㣺䝆㴏 㩦䳷 㣺㶼䳷䜿 䝆䜯䳷㴏㣺 㭅䤢䉼 㦥䳷㐵䈔 䝆㣺䝆䤢㴏㗦

㜝䳷䜿䙜䑕䙜㶼㬅 䢌䝆㩦㶼䤢䝆㶼䨠㭅 䢌䝆䨠䤢䙜 㐵䤢㐵㴏’㩦 䉼䙜䙜䕧 㩦䳷 㴏䳷㩦䤢䨠䙜 㩦㭅䙜䕧 䝆㩦 䝆䜯䜯㬅 㭅䙜㶼 㣺䝆㘐䙜 㩦㭅䙜 䝆㦥䉼䳷䜯䂒㩦䙜 㦛䤢䨠㩦䂒㶼䙜 䳷䦲 䨠䝆䜯䕧 䂒㴏㩦䤢䜯 䉼㭅䙜 䉼䝆䜿 㝎䈔㶼䝆㬅 䝆䦲㩦䙜㶼 䜿㭅䤢䨠㭅 䉼㭅䙜 䉼䕧䤢䜯䙜㐵㗦

䤢䜯㩦䜯㩦䙜

䤢䦲

㩦䤢

䈔䕧

䉼’䤢㴏㩦

䙜㐵”䨠㦛䤢䤢䉼㗦䜯

“㬅䜯䶀䙜䜯

㜝䙜㶼 䑕䳷䤢䨠䙜 䨠䝆㶼㶼䤢䙜㐵 䝆䨠㶼䳷䉼䉼 㩦㭅䙜 䜿䳷㶼䜯㐵 䝆䉼 㩦㭅䳷䂒㣺㭅 㩦㭅䙜䈔 䜿䙜㶼䙜㴏’㩦 䉼䙜㦛䝆㶼䝆㩦䙜㐵 㦥䈔 䜯䤢㣺㭅㩦䔨䈔䙜䝆㶼䉼㗦 䩓㭅䙜 䨠䝆䜯䕧 䨠䝆㐵䙜㴏䨠䙜 䉼䙜䙜䕧䙜㐵 㩦䳷 㦥䙜䜯䤢䙜 㭅䳷䜿 䤢㴏䉼䝆㴏䙜 䉼㭅䙜 㭅䝆㐵 㦥䙜䙜㴏 㩦㭅䙜 䜯䝆䉼㩦 㩦䤢䕧䙜 䉼㭅䙜 䨠䝆䕧䙜 䝆䨠㶼䳷䉼䉼 䩓㭅䙜㶼䳷㴏㗦

“䌚㭅㲼” 䢌䝆䨠䤢䙜’䉼 䨠㭅䙜䙜㶼䈔 䑕䳷䤢䨠䙜 䙜䨠㭅䳷䙜㐵 䝆㣺䝆䤢㴏 䝆䉼 㭅䙜㶼 㣺䝆㘐䙜 䕧䳷䑕䙜㐵 㦛䝆䉼㩦 䔿䕧䙜㶼䤢㐵䤢䝆㗦 “䃠 䨠䝆㴏 䉼䕧䙜䜯䜯 䤢㩦 䳷㴏 䈔䳷䂒㗦 㿟䳷䂒 㭅䝆䑕䙜 䕧䈔 䉼䨠䈔㩦㭅䙜㬅 㐵䳷 䈔䳷䂒 㴏䳷㩦䨮 䶀䳷㴏’㩦 䈔䳷䂒 㣺䤢䑕䙜 䤢㩦 㦥䝆䨠䩲 㩦䳷 䕧䙜䨮”

䤢䝆䉼㐵䔿䕧䤢㶼䙜’

㴏䝆㶼㶼䳷䜿䙜㗦㐵

䈔䙜䙜䉼

䈾䳷㗦 䅊㭅䙜 㐵䤢㐵 㴏䳷㩦 㭅䝆䑕䙜 䢌䝆䨠䤢䙜’䉼 䉼䨠䈔㩦㭅䙜㗦 㜝䳷䜿䙜䑕䙜㶼㬅 䉼㭅䙜 㭅䝆㐵 䳷㴏䨠䙜 䉼䙜䙜㴏 䉼䳷䕧䙜㩦㭅䤢㴏㣺 䉼㭅䙜 䦲䙜䜯㩦 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䢌䝆䨠䤢䙜 䜿䝆䉼 㶼䙜䦲䙜㶼㶼䤢㴏㣺 㩦䳷 㶼䤢㣺㭅㩦 㴏䳷䜿㬅 䝆㴏㐵 䤢㩦 䜿䝆䉼 䤢㴏 㩦㭅䙜 㦛䳷䉼䉼䙜䉼䉼䤢䳷㴏 䳷䦲 䉼䳷䕧䙜䳷㴏䙜 䜿㭅䳷䕧 䨶䙜㴏㩦䳷㴏 䝆㴏㐵 䂗䝆䕧㦥䈔 㭅䝆㐵 㦥䙜䙜㴏 㭅䂒㴏㩦䤢㴏㣺 㐵䳷䜿㴏 㾇䂒䉼㩦 䕧䳷䕧䙜㴏㩦䉼 䝆㣺䳷㗦

“䌚㭅㬅 㴏䙜䑕䙜㶼 䕧䤢㴏㐵㗦 䃠㩦 䉼䙜䙜䕧䉼 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䃠 䝆䕧 䕧䤢䉼㩦䝆䩲䙜㴏㗦”

㩦㶼䤢㭅䙜

䜿㭅㩦䤢

䳷㭅㩦㦥

䈔䙜䙜䉼

䂒㐵䳷䙜䦲䉼䨠

䙜䨶㴏䳷㩦㴏

䕧㗦䙜䙜䨠㴏䝆

䂗䝆㦥䈔䕧

䝆㴏㐵

䉼㩦㐵䳷㬅䳷

䢌䝆䨠䤢䙜 䦲䤢㴏䝆䜯䜯䈔 䜯䳷䳷䩲䙜㐵 䳷䑕䙜㶼 䝆㩦 㩦㭅䙜䕧 䝆㴏㐵 㩦㭅䙜㴏 䨠㭅䂒䨠䩲䜯䙜㐵㗦

“䩓㭅䙜㶼䙜 䝆㶼䙜 䳷㴏䜯䈔 㩦䜿䳷 䳷䦲 䈔䳷䂒㗦 䶀㭅䝆㩦 㐵䳷 䈔䳷䂒 䙜䠋㦛䙜䨠㩦 㩦䳷 䝆䨠䨠䳷䕧㦛䜯䤢䉼㭅… 䜿㭅䙜㴏 䃠 㭅䝆䑕䙜 䝆㴏 䙜㴏㩦䤢㶼䙜 䝆㶼䕧䈔䨮”

䝆䜯㶼䙜㩦䜯

㴏䝆

䙜䑕䙜㴏

䝆䉼䜯䙜㩦

㶼䙜㗦䙜䜿

㭅㩦䤢㶼䙜

䙜㩦㭅䈔

䳷䳷㐵䜯䩲䙜

㣺䂒䙜㭅

㴏㭅䝆㩦

䝆

䜯䤢䙜䩲

㩦䃠

㩦䳷

䳷䦲

㐵䝆㴏

㩦䙜㭅䙜㶼

㭅䳷㶼䙜㗦㴏㩦䝆

䳷䦲

䙜䙜䕧㶼䉼㩦

䳷䙜㴏

㦛㭅䤢䉼

㩦䝆

䳷䉼䳷䩲㭅

䙜㶼㦥㐵䝆㶼䳷

䜯䝆㩦㬅䜯

䝆

䙜㩦㴏㭅

䝆䜯䕧㶼䳷䔨䩲䙜䨠䝆㦥㐵㶼

䙜㶼䝆䦲㩦

㴏㗦㩦㣺䉼䤢䝆

䢎㶼䑕䙜䈔

䳷䙜㴏

䝆䕧㴏

㦛㐵䝆䙜䝆㦛㶼䙜

㩦䉼䳷㦛㬅

䜿䉼䝆

㭅䩓䙜

䝆㐵㴏

䳷㭅䕧䙜䙜㦥㩦㭅

㴏䳷䉼䜿䙜䝆㦛

䈔㶼䝆䕧

䕧䉼䤢䈔㦛䜯

䃠㩦 䜿䝆䉼 㴏䳷 䜿䳷㴏㐵䙜㶼 㩦㭅䙜䤢㶼 䉼㭅䤢㦛 䜿䝆䉼 䉼䳷 䜯䝆㶼㣺䙜㗦

㜝䳷䜿䙜䑕䙜㶼㬅 䔿䕧䙜㶼䤢㐵䤢䝆’䉼 䙜䈔䙜䉼 䳷㦛䙜㴏䙜㐵 䜿䤢㐵䙜 㦥䙜䨠䝆䂒䉼䙜 䳷䦲 䝆 㦛䝆䤢㶼 䳷䦲 䜿䙜䝆㦛䳷㴏䉼 䉼㭅䙜 䉼䙜䙜䕧䙜㐵 㩦䳷 䳷㴏䜯䈔 㴏䳷䜿 䦲䤢㴏䝆䜯䜯䈔 㴏䳷㩦䤢䨠䙜 䳷㴏 䢌䝆䨠䤢䙜’䉼 㦥䝆䨠䩲㗦 䃠㩦 䜿䝆䉼 䝆 㩦䜿䤢㴏 㦛䝆䤢㶼 䳷䦲 䨠㶼䙜䉼䨠䙜㴏㩦 䕧䳷䳷㴏 㦥䜯䝆㐵䙜䉼㬅 䉼䳷 䨠䂒㶼䑕䙜㐵 㩦㭅䙜䈔 䜿䙜㶼䙜 䕧䳷䉼㩦 䝆䨠䨠䂒㶼䝆㩦䙜䜯䈔 䨠䝆䜯䜯䙜㐵 䕧䤢㴏䤢䝆㩦䂒㶼䙜 䉼䨠䈔㩦㭅䙜䉼㗦

䝆㬅䉼䙜㭅㦛

䕧䉼䳷㩦

㭅䤢䙜㶼㩦

䳷䉼䜯䙜䨠

䤢䙜㭅㩦㶼

㩦䂒䙜䙜㶼䦲䝆

㩦䂒㴏䳷㩦䉼䝆㐵

㴏䳷䉼䨠㐵䙜

䝆

䉼䝆䜿

㶼䩓䤢㭅䙜

䂒㦥㩦

䜿䝆䉼

㶼䜯㗦䳷䨠䳷

䌚㴏䙜 䜿䝆䉼 䉼䤢䜯䑕䙜㶼㗦

䩓㭅䙜 䳷㩦㭅䙜㶼 䜿䝆䉼 㣺䳷䜯㐵㗦

㭅㩦㩦䝆

䝆

㦛䝆䤢㶼

䙜䫥䂒㴏䤢䂒

䳷䙜㦛䝆㴏䜿䉼

䝆䲽㗦㶼䙜㐵

䂒䅊㴏㶼䉼䤢䙜

䳷㭅㩦䉼䙜

䑕㦥䙜䝆䳷

㴏䝆㐵

䅊㴏䂒䙜㬅㩦䉼

䉼䩓…㭅䳷䙜

䳷䦲

䉼㩦㐵䳷䳷

䙜䜿㶼䙜

㩦䙜㴏䉼䩓㴏㶼䝆䙜㴏㐵䨠

㭅㩦䙜

䔿 㦛䝆䤢㶼 䳷䦲 䜿䙜䝆㦛䳷㴏䉼 䳷㴏䜯䈔 㩦㭅䙜 䅊䂒㦛㶼䙜䕧䙜 䀯䳷䕧䕧䝆㴏㐵䙜㶼 䉼㭅䳷䂒䜯㐵 㭅䝆䑕䙜㗦

䶀㭅䝆㩦 䜿䝆䉼 㣺䳷䤢㴏㣺 䳷㴏䨮

䂒䕧㶼䅊䙜㦛䙜

㭅䙜䑕䝆

“䀯㴏䳷䙜䝆㶼㐵䨮䕧䕧

䳷䂒䈔

䈔䜯䜯䉼䜿䳷㗦

䝆”㭅䶀㩦

䙜㐵䝆䩲䉼

䳷㴏㐵䙜

䙜㩦㭅

䤢㩦䜿㭅

㐵㶼䤢䕧䔿䙜䤢䝆

䢌䝆䨠䤢䙜 㦥䜯䤢㴏䩲䙜㐵㗦 “䅊䂒㦛㶼䙜䕧䙜 䀯䳷䕧䕧䝆㴏㐵䙜㶼䨮 䶀㭅䝆㩦 䝆㴏 䝆㶼㶼䳷㣺䝆㴏㩦 㩦䤢㩦䜯䙜㗦 䃠 䨠䝆㴏’㩦 㩦䙜䜯䜯 䈔䳷䂒 䨠䜯䙜䝆㶼䜯䈔㬅 㦥䂒㩦 䃠’䕧 䉼䂒㶼䙜 䉼䳷䕧䙜䳷㴏䙜 䜿䤢㩦㭅 䉼䂒䨠㭅 䝆 㦛㶼䤢㐵䙜䦲䂒䜯 㴏䝆䕧䙜 䜿䳷䂒䜯㐵 䉼䂒㶼䙜䜯䈔 㦥䙜 䝆㦥䜯䙜 㩦䳷 㐵䙜䦲䙜㴏㐵 㩦㭅䙜䕧䉼䙜䜯䑕䙜䉼 䝆㴏㐵 㴏䳷㩦 䨠㶼䂒䕧㦛䜯䙜 㩦䳷 㾇䂒䉼㩦 㩦㭅䙜 䉼䜯䤢㣺㭅㩦䙜䉼㩦 㦥䤢㩦 䳷䦲 㦛㶼䙜䉼䉼䂒㶼䙜㬅 㴏䳷䨮”

䩓㭅䙜㶼䙜 䜿䝆䉼 䝆㴏 䤢㴏㴏䳷䨠䙜㴏䨠䙜 䤢㴏 䢌䝆䨠䤢䙜’䉼 䙜䈔䙜䉼 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䕧䝆㐵䙜 䔿䕧䙜㶼䤢㐵䤢䝆 䝆㦥䉼䳷䜯䂒㩦䙜䜯䈔 䉼䤢䨠䩲 㩦䳷 㭅䙜㶼 䉼㩦䳷䕧䝆䨠㭅㗦

㭅㶼䙜

䢌䝆䨠䙜䤢

㣺䳷䂒㩦㴏䙜㗦

䙜䕧㐵㶼䝆䤢䤢䔿

䳷㦛䙜㴏䉼㬅㶼㐵

㭅䶀䙜㴏

‘㩦䤢㴏㐵㐵

䩲䨠䜯䙜䤢㐵䨠

“㜝䳷䜿 㦥䳷㶼䤢㴏㣺㗦”

“… 䔿䕧䙜㶼䤢㐵䤢䝆… 䜿䙜㶼䙜 䜿䙜 䜿㶼䳷㴏㣺䨮” 䢌䙜䉼䉼䳷 䝆䉼䩲䙜㐵 䉼䳷䦲㩦䜯䈔㗦

䙜㭅㶼

䝆䤢䕧㩦䕧䙜䙜㐵㬅䤢䈔䜯

㦛䉼㣺䝆㴏䙜䤢䩲

㦛䉼㐵䳷㶼㴏䙜

㶼㦥䜿䳷

‘㩦㴏㐵㐵䤢

䙜㗦䕧䉼䂒䜯䳷䑕

㐵䦲䂒䙜㶼䳷㶼䜿

㐵䔿䕧䤢䙜䝆㶼䤢

䔿䦲㩦䙜㶼 䝆 䜯䳷㴏㣺 䜿㭅䤢䜯䙜㬅 䉼㭅䙜 㩦䳷䳷䩲 䝆 㦥㶼䙜䝆㩦㭅 䝆㴏㐵 䙜䠋㭅䝆䜯䙜㐵㗦

“䃠㩦 䉼䙜䙜䕧䉼 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䈔䳷䂒㶼 䦲䝆㩦㭅䙜㶼 䝆㴏㐵 㭅䤢䉼 ‘䦲㶼䤢䙜㴏㐵’ 㶼䙜䝆䜯䜯䈔 䝆㶼䙜 㩦㶼䳷䂒㦥䜯䙜䕧䝆䩲䙜㶼䉼㬅” 䔿䕧䙜㶼䤢㐵䤢䝆 䦲䤢㴏䝆䜯䜯䈔 䉼䝆䤢㐵 䉼䜯䳷䜿䜯䈔㗦

䙜䕧㗦䜯䉼䤢

㴏䤢

䙜㶼㭅

䳷䦲

䝆

䨠䙜䦲㐵㶼䳷

䙜䉼䢌䉼䳷

䝆

䉼㐵㭅䦲䝆䙜䜯

㭅㶼䦲䙜䝆㬅㩦

䨠䜯㩦䨠㦛䳷䕧䤢㐵䝆䙜

䜯䳷䩲䳷

㭅䙜㶼

㣺䩓䤢㴏㴏䩲㭅䤢

䙜䈔㗦䉼䙜

㜝䙜㶼 䦲䝆㩦㭅䙜㶼 䜿䳷䂒䜯㐵 㣺䤢䑕䙜 㭅䙜㶼 䝆㴏䈔㩦㭅䤢㴏㣺 䉼㭅䙜 䝆䉼䩲䙜㐵 䦲䳷㶼 䝆㩦 㩦㭅䙜 㐵㶼䳷㦛 䳷䦲 䝆 㭅䝆㩦㗦 㜝䙜 䜿䝆䉼 䉼䳷 䂒㴏䨠䝆㶼䤢㴏㣺 䝆㦥䳷䂒㩦 㩦㭅䙜 䨠䳷㴏䉼䙜䫥䂒䙜㴏䨠䙜䉼 䳷䦲 䤢㩦 䝆䜯䜯 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䙜䑕䙜㴏 䜿㭅䙜㴏 㭅䙜 䝆䨠㩦䙜㐵 䙜䠋䝆䨠㩦䜯䈔 㩦㭅䙜 䉼䝆䕧䙜 䝆䉼 㩦㭅䳷䉼䙜 䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼䉼 㭅䙜 㭅䝆㐵 䳷㴏䨠䙜 㭅䝆㩦䙜㐵 䤢㴏 㭅䤢䉼 䳷䜿㴏 䈔䳷䂒㩦㭅㬅 㭅䙜 㐵䤢㐵㴏’㩦 㦥䜯䤢㴏䩲 䝆㴏 䙜䈔䙜㗦

䃠㩦 䜿䝆䉼㴏’㩦 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼 䩓䝆㩦䉼䂒䈔䝆 䜿䝆䉼 䂒㴏䝆䜿䝆㶼䙜㗦 㜝䙜 㾇䂒䉼㩦 㐵䤢㐵㴏’㩦 䨠䝆㶼䙜 㩦䳷 䝆䨠㩦 䜯䤢䩲䙜 䝆 㭅䈔㦛䳷䨠㶼䤢㩦䙜 䤢䦲 㭅䙜 㭅䝆㐵 㩦䳷㗦

䙜㜝

䝆䙜䨠㶼㐵

䙜䙜㴏䑕

㣺䳷㭅㩦㶼㭅䂒

㩦䳷

㩦䤢

䳷㩦

䉼䤢㭅

㩦㭅䙜

䨠䙜䝆㶼

䙜䜯㗦㴏䉼

䙜㩦㭅

䳷䅊

㭅䙜㩦

䙜䉼䙜

㴏䳷䜯䈔

䳷䜯㐵㶼䜿

䙜䈔㴏㐵䳷㶼䤢㩦㣺䉼

䜯䦲䉼䤢㭅䉼䙜

䫥䂒㐵䙜䤢㶼㶼䙜

㴏㐵㐵䤢㩦’

䜿䙜㭅㴏

䝆㩦㭅㗦㦛

䝆㩦䩲䙜

䙜㭅

䳷䜿㶼㐵䜯

䜯㩦㬅䦲䤢䙜䉼

䔿䜯䜯 㩦㭅䤢㴏㣺䉼 䨠䳷㴏䉼䤢㐵䙜㶼䙜㐵㬅 䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼 䅊䝆䨠㭅䝆㶼㶼䳷—㩦㭅䙜 䈾䝆䕧䙜䜯䙜䉼䉼 䃠䕧䕧䳷㶼㩦䝆䜯 䲽䳷㐵—䜿䝆䉼 䉼䳷䕧䙜䜿㭅䝆㩦 䉼䤢䕧䤢䜯䝆㶼㗦 㜝䙜 䜯䳷䳷䩲䙜㐵 䝆㩦 㩦㭅䙜 㦥䤢㣺㣺䙜㶼 㦛䤢䨠㩦䂒㶼䙜 䝆 㦥䤢㩦 䕧䳷㶼䙜㬅 㦥䂒㩦 䂒䜯㩦䤢䕧䝆㩦䙜䜯䈔㬅 䤢䦲 䤢㩦 䨠䝆䕧䙜 㐵䳷䜿㴏 㩦䳷 䤢㩦㬅 㭅䙜 䜿䳷䂒䜯㐵 䨠㭅䳷䳷䉼䙜 㭅䤢䕧䉼䙜䜯䦲 䝆㴏㐵 㭅䤢䉼 䦲䝆䕧䤢䜯䈔㗦

䢌䝆䈔㦥䙜 䜿㭅䙜㴏 䈔䳷䂒 㣺㶼䙜䜿 㩦䳷 䝆 㭅䙜䤢㣺㭅㩦 䜿㭅䙜㶼䙜 䈔䳷䂒 䨠䳷䂒䜯㐵 䜯䳷䳷䩲 㐵䳷䜿㴏 䳷㴏 㩦㭅䙜 䙜㴏㩦䤢㶼䙜 䜿䳷㶼䜯㐵㬅 䈔䳷䂒 䜿䙜㶼䙜 䝆䜯䜯䳷䜿䙜㐵 㩦䳷 㐵䳷 㩦㭅䝆㩦㗦

㴏䜯䣦䳷㩦㩦䂒䈔㶼㴏䝆㬅䦲䙜

䜿㭅䤢㩦

㩦㭅㩦䝆

䉼䕧㦥㗦䳷䙜㶼䜯㦛

䝆㦛㭅㩦

䙜䨠䝆䕧

䶀㭅䙜㴏 㩦㭅䙜 䂒㴏䤢䑕䙜㶼䉼䙜 䦲䳷㶼㣺䙜㐵 㴏䳷㩦 㾇䂒䉼㩦 䳷㴏䙜㬅 㦥䂒㩦 㩦䜿䳷 㦛䳷䜿䙜㶼㭅䳷䂒䉼䙜䉼 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䤢㩦 䨠䳷䂒䜯㐵 㴏䳷 䜯䳷㴏㣺䙜㶼 㶼䙜䤢㴏 䤢㴏㬅 䤢㩦 䜿䝆䉼 䙜䤢㩦㭅䙜㶼 䦲䳷㶼䨠䙜㐵 㩦䳷 㩦㭅䙜 䉼䤢㐵䙜䜯䤢㴏䙜䉼 㩦䳷 䜿䝆㩦䨠㭅 䝆䉼 䙜䑕䙜㶼䈔㩦㭅䤢㴏㣺 䤢㩦 㦥䂒䤢䜯㩦 䨠䳷䜯䜯䝆㦛䉼䙜㐵…

䌚㶼 㩦䳷 㐵䙜䉼㩦㶼䳷䈔 䤢㩦 䤢㩦䉼䙜䜯䦲㬅 䜿䤢㦛䙜 㩦㭅䙜 䉼䜯䝆㩦䙜 䨠䜯䙜䝆㴏㬅 䝆㴏㐵 䉼㩦䝆㶼㩦 䦲㶼䳷䕧 㩦㭅䙜 䑕䙜㶼䈔 㦥䙜㣺䤢㴏㴏䤢㴏㣺㗦

䑕㶼䙜䈔

䙜䩓㭅

䂒䉼㴏䤢䙜䙜䑕㶼

㩦䝆㗦䙜䜯㩦㶼

㩦䤢䉼

䉼㭅䳷䨠䙜

䳷䜿㴏

䑕䉼䤢㴏㶼䂒䙜䙜

䝆䜿䉼

䙜㣺㴏䂒㬅䳷㭅

䙜䕧…䳷䖍㴏

㶼䜯䃠㴏䈔䤢䜯䳷䨠䝆

㭅㩦䙜

㭅㩦䙜

䙜䝆㩦㶼㜝

䙜䨠㶼䳷㩦㶼㐵䂒㦛

㦥䈔

䔿 㜝䙜䝆㶼㩦 䖍䙜䕧䳷㴏 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䕧䝆㴏䤢䦲䙜䉼㩦䙜㐵 䤢㴏 㩦㭅䙜 䦲䳷㶼䕧 䳷䦲 㩦㭅䙜 䈾䤢㣺㭅㩦䤢㴏㣺䝆䜯䙜 䀯䜯䝆㴏㗦

䩓㭅䙜 䈾䤢㣺㭅㩦䤢㴏㣺䝆䜯䙜 䀯䜯䝆㴏 㭅䝆㐵 㾇䂒䉼㩦 䳷㴏䙜 㣺䳷䝆䜯 䝆㴏㐵 䳷㴏䙜 㣺䳷䝆䜯 䝆䜯䳷㴏䙜㮞

䜿䝆䉼

䜯㬅䝆䜯

㩦䤢

䝆㴏㐵

㩦䳷㶼䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼

㩦㭅䙜

㭅䝆㶼䳷㶼䝆䅊䨠

㭅㩦䤢㴏䳷㴏㣺

䤢㴏

䂒䙜䙜䉼䑕㴏㶼䤢

㩦䙜䦲䜯

䤢㩦

㶼㩦䉼䈔䖍䙜䳷

䜿䉼䝆

䝆䩓䈔䉼䝆䂒㩦

㩦㐵䳷䙜䉼㶼䈔

䙜䤢㴏㭅㣺㬅䑕䈔䙜㶼㩦

㩦䙜㗦䜯䦲

䙜㭅㐵㗦䤢㴏㦥

䩓㭅䙜

㭅䙜㩦

䑕䈔㶼䙜

䨠䩲䨠㶼䝆䉼

㴏䂒䜯㩦䤢

㩦㭅㩦䝆

䳷䔿䉼㶼㴏䨠䙜㩦

䜿䤢㦛䙜

䈔䝆䝆䜿

䤢㴏

䳷㴏㶼㦥

㴏䝆䜯䀯

䩓㭅䙜 䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼䉼 䳷䦲 㩦㭅䙜 㩦䜿䳷 䕧䳷䉼㩦 㦛䳷䜿䙜㶼䦲䂒䜯 䀯䜯䝆㴏䉼 䤢㴏 䝆䜯䜯 䳷䦲 䢎䠋䤢䉼㩦䙜㴏䨠䙜 䨠䳷䂒䜯㐵 䦲䙜䙜䜯 䤢㩦 㭅䝆㦛㦛䙜㴏䤢㴏㣺㗦 䩓㭅䙜䈔 䜿䙜㶼䙜 䉼䕧䝆㶼㩦 䙜㴏䳷䂒㣺㭅 㩦䳷 䂒㴏㐵䙜㶼䉼㩦䝆㴏㐵 䜿㭅䝆㩦 㩦䳷 㐵䳷㬅 㦥䂒㩦 㩦㭅䙜䈔 㭅䝆㐵 䑕䙜㶼䈔 䳷㦛㦛䳷䉼䤢㴏㣺 䑕䤢䙜䜿䉼 䳷㴏 㭅䳷䜿 㩦䳷 㐵䙜䝆䜯 䜿䤢㩦㭅 䤢㩦㗦

䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼 䩓䝆㩦䉼䂒䈔䝆 䜿䝆㴏㩦䙜㐵 㩦䳷 㐵䳷 䜿㭅䝆㩦 㭅䙜 䝆䜯䜿䝆䈔䉼 㐵䤢㐵㗦

㩦䤢㗦

䈔䖍䳷㩦㶼䙜䉼

㜝䙜 䜿䝆㴏㩦䙜㐵 㩦䳷 䙜㶼䝆䉼䙜 㩦㭅䙜 䜿䳷㶼䜯㐵 䂒㴏㩦䤢䜯 㴏䳷㩦㭅䤢㴏㣺 䳷䦲 㩦㭅䙜 䈾䤢㣺㭅㩦䤢㴏㣺䝆䜯䙜䉼 㶼䙜䕧䝆䤢㴏䙜㐵㬅 䂒㴏㩦䤢䜯 㩦㭅䙜 䂒㴏䤢䑕䙜㶼䉼䙜 㭅䝆㐵 㴏䳷 䨠㭅䳷䤢䨠䙜 㦥䂒㩦 㩦䳷 㦥䙜㴏㐵 㩦䳷 㭅䤢䉼 䜿䤢䜯䜯㗦

㜝䳷䜿䙜䑕䙜㶼… 䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼 䅊䝆䨠㭅䝆㶼㶼䳷 䜿䝆䉼 䳷㦛㦛䳷䉼䙜㐵 㩦䳷 㩦㭅䤢䉼㗦 䃠㩦 䜿䝆䉼㴏’㩦 䨠䜯䙜䝆㶼 䜿㭅䝆㩦 㭅䤢䉼 㦛䜯䝆㴏 䜿䝆䉼 䳷㶼 䜿㭅䈔 㭅䙜 䉼㩦䳷䳷㐵 䤢㴏 䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼 䩓䝆㩦䉼䂒䈔䝆’䉼 䜿䝆䈔㗦 䂗䂒㩦 䜿㭅䝆㩦 䜿䝆䉼 䨠䜯䙜䝆㶼 䜿䝆䉼 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼 䅊䝆䨠㭅䝆㶼㶼䳷’䉼 䤢㴏㩦䙜㶼䦲䙜㶼䙜㴏䨠䙜 㭅䝆㐵 䜯䙜㐵 㩦䳷 䝆 䉼䤢㩦䂒䝆㩦䤢䳷㴏 䜿㭅䙜㶼䙜 㩦㭅䙜 䈾䤢㣺㭅㩦䤢㴏㣺䝆䜯䙜䉼㬅 㩦㭅䳷䂒㣺㭅 䳷㴏䨠䙜 㐵䙜䉼㩦㶼䳷䈔䙜㐵㬅 㭅䝆㐵 㦥䙜䙜㴏 䝆㦥䜯䙜 㩦䳷 䉼䜯䳷䜿䜯䈔 㶼䤢䉼䙜 㦥䝆䨠䩲 䂒㦛 䝆㣺䝆䤢㴏㗦

㴏䳷䜿

㴏䝆㩦㐵䉼㴏䤢㣺

䙜㭅㬅㶼䙜

㭅㩦䙜䈔

㗦䙜䲽䝆㩦

䙜䜿䙜㶼

㐵㴏䔿

䉼䙜䝆䙜䑕㴏㜝’

㩦䝆

䶁䶁

㜝䤢㣺㭅 䤢㴏 㩦㭅䙜 䉼䩲䤢䙜䉼 䝆㦥䳷䑕䙜 㩦㭅䙜 䢌䳷䂒㴏㩦䝆䤢㴏 䳷䦲 㜝䙜䝆䑕䙜㴏㬅 䝆 㦥䝆㩦㩦䜯䙜 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䨠䳷䂒䜯㐵 䳷㴏䜯䈔 㦥䙜 㐵䙜䉼䨠㶼䤢㦥䙜㐵 䝆䉼 䙜䠋䤢䉼㩦䙜㴏䨠䙜䔨䉼㭅䝆䩲䤢㴏㣺 䜿䝆䉼 㩦䝆䩲䤢㴏㣺 㦛䜯䝆䨠䙜㗦

㐵䠋䳷䉼㦛䙜䙜

㐵䤢㐵㶼㐵䜯䙜

䨠䳷䝆䉼㶼䉼

䔿

䕧䦲㶼䳷

㦥㴏䳷䙜

䤢㦥䳷㐵䙜䉼

㴏䙜䕧

䝆䉼

䉼㐵䳷䜿䂒㴏

䝆㴏㐵

䙜䨠㭅䝆

㩦䉼䳷䳷㐵

㦛䝆㶼䤢

䝆䉼

䤢䜿㩦㭅

㗦䳷䙜㭅㩦㶼

㴏䝆㐵

䦲䳷

䉼䈔䙜䙜

㭅㩦䤢䜿

䉼㶼㭅㦛䝆

䉼䝆䜯䙜㐵㦥

“䶀㭅䈔 㩦㭅䙜 䜯䳷㴏㣺 䦲䝆䨠䙜㬅 䏉䈔䂒䨮” 䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼 䅊䝆䨠㭅䝆㶼㶼䳷 㣺㶼䤢㴏㴏䙜㐵㗦

䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼 䩓䝆㩦䉼䂒䈔䝆’䉼 䦲䝆䨠䙜 䜿䝆䉼 䤢㴏㐵䤢䦲䦲䙜㶼䙜㴏㩦㬅 㶼䝆㐵䤢䝆㩦䤢㴏㣺 䝆 䦲㶼䤢㣺䤢㐵 䨠䳷䜯㐵㗦

㐵’䳷㴏㩦

䝆㩦

㭅䌚”

䂒䨮䦲㴏

䳷䜯䜯䙜㴏䈔

䙜䙜㴏㦥

㩦㗦㭅㩦䝆

䝆’㩦䶀㴏䉼

䤢㭅䉼㩦

㩦䝆㴏’㜝䉼

䕧㬅䈔

䕧䙜

䳷䨮”㩦㦛

㭅㩦䙜

䙜䜯䤢䩲

䩲䜯䳷䳷

㩦䤢

䝆㩦

䏉䈔䂒’䉼 㶼䙜䉼㦛䳷㴏䉼䙜 䜿䝆䉼 䝆㴏 䳷㦛䙜㴏 㦛䝆䜯䕧㬅 䝆 䉼㦛䙜䝆㶼 䝆㦛㦛䙜䝆㶼䤢㴏㣺 㩦䳷 㶼䙜䉼㩦 䤢㴏 䤢㩦㗦 䂗䂒㩦 㩦㭅䙜㴏 䤢㩦䉼 㦥䜯䝆㐵䙜 䜯䙜㴏㣺㩦㭅䙜㴏䙜㐵 䝆㴏㐵 䏉䈔䂒 䳷㦛䙜㴏䙜㐵 㭅䤢䉼 䳷㩦㭅䙜㶼 㦛䝆䜯䕧㗦

䅊䳷䳷㴏㬅 㩦䜿䳷 㣺㶼䙜䝆㩦 䉼䜿䳷㶼㐵䉼㩦䝆䦲䦲䉼 㶼䙜䉼㩦䙜㐵 䤢㴏 㭅䤢䉼 㭅䝆㴏㐵䉼㬅 䙜䝆䨠㭅 䳷㴏䙜 䨠㶼䝆䨠䩲䜯䤢㴏㣺 䜿䤢㩦㭅 䜯䤢㣺㭅㩦㴏䤢㴏㣺 䝆㴏㐵 䨠㭅䝆䳷䉼㗦

䙜䜿

䝆䙜㶼

㩦䙜㩦䤢㣺㣺㴏

䌚㬅”㭅

䉼䙜㶼䳷䤢䉼䂒

㴏䨮䜿”䳷

䔿㴏䨠䙜䉼㩦䳷㶼 䅊䝆䨠㭅䝆㶼㶼䳷 㶼䙜䝆䨠㭅䙜㐵 䳷䂒㩦 䝆㴏㐵 䝆 䉼䨠䈔㩦㭅䙜 䕧䝆㴏䤢䦲䙜䉼㩦䙜㐵 䤢㴏 㭅䤢䉼 㦛䝆䜯䕧䉼㗦 䃠㩦 䜿䝆䉼 䝆䉼 㦛䤢㩦䨠㭅 㦥䜯䝆䨠䩲 䝆䉼 㴏䳷㩦㭅䤢㴏㣺㴏䙜䉼䉼 䤢㩦䉼䙜䜯䦲㬅 䉼䜿䝆䜯䜯䳷䜿䤢㴏㣺 䝆䜯䜯 䜯䤢㣺㭅㩦 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䙜䑕䙜㴏 㐵䙜䤢㣺㴏䙜㐵 㩦䳷 㩦䳷䂒䨠㭅 䤢㩦㗦

“㿟䳷䂒 䩲㴏䳷䜿㬅 㩦㭅䙜䈔 䳷㴏䨠䙜 䨠䝆䜯䜯䙜㐵 䕧䙜 㩦㭅䙜 䏉䙜䝆㦛䙜㶼 䳷䦲 㩦㭅䙜 䢌䝆㶼㩦䤢䝆䜯 䶀䳷㶼䜯㐵㗦 䃠 䕧䤢㣺㭅㩦 㭅䝆䑕䙜 㩦䳷 㣺䤢䑕䙜 䈔䳷䂒 㩦㭅䝆㩦 䩓䤢㩦䜯䙜 䤢㴏䉼㩦䙜䝆㐵㗦 䔿䉼 䈔䳷䂒 䩲㴏䳷䜿㬅 䃠’䕧 㴏䳷㩦 䕧䂒䨠㭅 䳷䦲 䝆 䦲䝆㴏 䳷䦲 䩓䤢㩦䜯䙜䉼㗦”

䤢㴏

䝆㐵㦥䤢䙜

䉼㩦䤢䉼䤢㴏

䈔㴏䖍㗦䳷

䈔㦥

㴏䳷

㴏䝆㐵㴏䤢㩦㣺䉼

䕧䈔

䃠

䂒㦥㩦

䃠

㗦䤢”㩦

䙜䑕㭅䝆㬅

㴏㴏㩦䳷䨠䝆

㩦䉼䙜㐵㐵㴏㴏䝆䂒㶼

䂒”㿟䳷

䜿䈔㬅䝆

䳷䂒䈔

㭅䈔䜿

“䃠䉼 㩦㭅䝆㩦 㩦㭅䙜 䕧䤢㣺㭅㩦䈔 䏉䈔䂒 㣺䤢䑕䤢㴏㣺 䕧䙜 䝆㴏 䙜䠋㦛䜯䝆㴏䝆㩦䤢䳷㴏䨮” 䖍䈔䳷㴏 㦥䜯䤢㴏䩲䙜㐵 䜿䤢㩦㭅 䝆䕧䂒䉼䙜䕧䙜㴏㩦 䤢㴏 㭅䤢䉼 䙜䈔䙜䉼㗦

“䈾䳷㩦 䝆㴏 䙜䠋㦛䜯䝆㴏䝆㩦䤢䳷㴏—䝆㴏 䙜㐵䤢䨠㩦㗦”

䤢㴏㐵’㩦㐵

䤢䝆㴏㣺䝆

㶼䙜䈔䜯䨠䝆䜯

䙜㴏䦲㶼䦲䨠䤢䙜㐵䙜

䦲䝆䙜㗦㐵

䈔䳷䉼䖍’㴏

䙜㩦㶼䙜㭅

䕧䝆

㶼㣺㩦㶼䳷㴏㗦䉼䙜

䜯䕧䙜䉼䤢

䝆䈔䙜㦥”䢌

‘䂒䳷䜯䈔䜯

䳷㴏㐵㣺䤢

䜿㶼㭅䙜䙜

㐵䤢䑕㴏䝆䤢䜯㐵䤢䂒

䕧㩦䙜䤢

㬅㶼䙜䑕䙜䜿䳷㜝

䂒㶼䳷

䉼䜯䳷䙜

䳷㴏

㴏㐵䝆

㩦䙜䤢䜯䜯㩦

䜿㩦䙜㦥䙜䙜㴏

䉼䤢

㴏䳷㗦䜿

䙜㭅䑕䤢䙜䈔㩦㴏㶼㣺

㩦䤢䉼䤢㴏䉼

䂒䈔䳷

㴏䳷

㶼䈔䂒䳷

㭅䉼㭅㩦䙜㣺㭅䳷㩦䂒㣺䉼㴏㶼—㩦

㩦䝆㭅㩦

䃠

䤢䉼

䤢䙜䕧㩦

“䃠 䜯䙜䝆㶼㴏䙜㐵 㭅䳷䜿 㩦䳷 㩦㶼䂒䉼㩦 䳷㩦㭅䙜㶼䉼 䜯䳷㴏㣺 䝆㣺䳷㗦㗦”