Novel Like Wind on a Dry Branch Ep 45 English Translate

 Novel Like Wind on a Dry Branch English Ep 45

- (Bab 6) - Like Wind on a Dry Branch

The ground was soaked wet from the rain last night.

Every time the horse's hoof hit the ground, small muddy water rose instead of yellow mud.

Occasionally, the dew on the weeds and flowers on the roadside splashed and created rainbows, large and small.

The summer sun was in full swing, but the wind was cool, probably thanks to the rain last night. 

Many horses and wagons had to run, so they ran along a quiet footpath where there were not many people.

One side of the castle town, barley feet, and sorghum fields appeared alternately. 

Although the yield was not abundant due to the barren land

'Thanks to the grateful crops that grow quickly with tough vitality such as corn and potatoes, the farmer's life was being maintained.

As a result of many people's efforts to take root, wheat and barley have now grown a little in their land. "If the trophies, crafts, and mercenaries are the hands and feet that move Axias, the crops that come out little by little from a wide but barren land are the lifeline of Axias.

Although the shortage of food was constantly being supplied through trade, it was thanks to these peasants that they were able to survive for a long time despite the spread of the plague and the closing of the trade door.

The crops on a summer day that moistened my amblyopia were still blue and swaying toward the sun. 

It looks like it rained last night.

The wind blowing from the sky, with only a couple of white clouds hanging over it, tickled the nape of my neck pleasantly.

The horses ran at a moderate speed to avoid slipping in the rain.

The shoulder road, where most of the flames had fallen, was covered with greenery from trees and poles.

The cicadas roared passionately, as if the plague-spreading human affairs were a private matter, and the birds chirped and flew through the branches of the trees. 

Horses pounded the ground with their hooves added to the cracks of the deep blue summer turmoil.

The huge fortress that could be seen anywhere in Axias was gradually getting closer to the group's eyes.

While the horses slowed down and rested for a while, St. Tania looked at his castle and threw out her thoughts.

"It's been a while."

The saint had a face that it had been a long time.

Killian looked at her, moving only his eyes.

She said she had come and gone about a decade ago.

"Something has changed." That's the word.

Saint Tania replied with a short smile.

"I don't think my approval is necessary, but"

Axias achieved the first battle in 10 years.

The miracle of turning a desolate wasteland into a city had happened.

However, the lord of Axias only reacted bluntly to the dull day.

"I didn't mean to listen to flattery."

The indifferent red eyes of the day, showing no emotion, turned towards the citadel he had conquered.

“It’s a city, but it’s a fortress, so nothing has changed.”

At Killian’s question, St. Tania shrugged and looked up at the castle in front.

Axias Castle.

Morning glory was now blooming on the dry stone wall that even ivy had not climbed on.

For hundreds of years when it was in the hands of the beast, it was a place where only black thorns were intertwined, and achromatic changes of white snow piled up on it.

As if there was no specific answer to the question

Killian drove away without saying a word.

Even the saint did not think that they should be reminded of it, so they drove the horse to the wide road without thinking.

The green of summer was spreading even on the gray stone wall where people who saw it every day did not feel the change.

The modest summer flowers blooming in the gap were dotted with white, blue-violet, and reddish-purple dots like stars.

Gradually, the iron gates of Axias Castle and the drawbridge over the moat began to emerge.

The gray ancient castle surrounded by a moat was not delicate or glamorous, but it had a reticent and majestic elegance.

Although it was not an elegant and sophisticated castle that nobles favored recently, it was a stronghold with a long history even after passing through ancient people and magical beasts.

On the walls of the two-tiered iron gates of massive Adamantium gratings and the stone buildings surrounding it were dimly embossed on either side of a now-extinct giant dragon with ancient magic.

On the dragon's body were the claw marks and scales of an unknown beast, and the touch of the years.

Even though the fortress itself would have avoided erosion and wear and tear to some extent, the long time of hundreds of years inevitably left its mark on the human sculpture.

It is an old fortress that has been under the control of demon beasts for many years, but even after hundreds of years, none of the descendants could build a fortress as big as this one.

Did the ancient ancestors expect it?

The desolate waste prince, who recaptured the castle from the beasts after a hundred years, strangely resembled the castle.

***

Whether the guards of the castle who discovered the lord of Axias moved moved.  The drawbridge was slowly descending over the moat.

hee hee hee hing.

Killian pulled the reins and the black horse riding them came to a halt, rhythmically rolling its front paws into the air.

Rieta's eyes were tightly closed at the dizzying sensation that usually follows.

As always, even with the two of them on board, Leah's mane was firmly held, and Killian jumped off the horse's back.

The iron gate of Axias Castle began to move slowly to welcome the lord of the churches.

It seems that he will need more time to cross over, so Killian looked up at the drawbridge as if to measure it, then turned around and extended his arm toward Rieta.

Before I could even turn my body, something slid down my neck and caught me.  I could tell without looking at the original paper.

Killian quietly furrowed his eyebrows.

.......Somehow I want to find another consecrated relic or something.

During the naughty day, he looked up at Rieta's face and said, 'I'm raising it.'  

Swaaaaaa

“Thank you,” the wind swaying the leaves passed by.

As their eyes met, an unexpected sight caught his eye and he stopped.

Rieta was smiling.

The late morning sun shone brightly on her unaffected white blonde hair and her pure white side face.

really lame.

All the people he really bought were looking at him with a smile.

“Give me later.” Killian looked at her face, hardened.

"Later. If you give it back when you no longer need it, really, I'll get it back then." Rieta, holding him in her blue glass-like eyes, tilted her head slightly and smiled once more.

"Annex, you're going to enter. If it's a fortification, I'll do whatever it takes, even if I have a necklace." Maybe he was half-joking about the feeling of alienation?  spit out words you will regret later.

Rieta reached out and put her body in his hands...

shhhhhhhhh...

her body naturally grabbed her by the waist and lowered her to the ground as if responding to a familiar habit.

Killian was unexpectedly surprised by her smile and didn't know what she was doing.

As soon as her feet touched the floor, Rieta lifted her hand from his arm, which she had leaned on for a moment, turned her body and ran away.

Killian followed her back, moving away with her hardened face.

How could you smile like that?

that girl

no.

It also seemed unusual.

He had never seen such a smile anywhere.

But he was like the usual smile you see everywhere.

"Saint Tania!" St. Tania, who had arrived one step late, stopped her words where she was headed.

Rieta ran towards the saint.

Killian doubted his eyes and raised his hand to cover dazzling sunlight.

As if she was running away from him, the back of her back was more clearly reflected in his eyes.

With that back figure, with shaggy blonde hair. Sunshine.....

Sunshine.

"Saint Tania. May I dare ask for her consecration?" In the dazzling sunlight, he saw the saint who nodded insignificantly and got off her horse.

A voice from far away pierced my ears as if it were speaking right next to him.

Killian looked down at his hand with a strange feeling.

The hand that grabbed and lowered Rieta was strange.

He awkwardly touched his forehead with his hand.

Yesterday, I was a little drunk....I didn't do it with special emotions.

I just... I felt like I should hug her.

But after waking up in the morning and drinking, I realized that I had made a mistake in my heart.

I thought it was going to be awkward, so I played around a bit in the morning.  That was all.

Feeling tired as it progresses.

Feeling a little bit of reason.

Suddenly.

While I wasn't able to defend myself, that smile pierced my heart.

Killian followed Rieta's back with his eyes, feeling a little unbelievable.

Looking at her once more, he had a feeling that anything would become clearer.

But rather, everything once again fell into chaos.

She looked like her mother, but different.

The shocking smile I met for the first time in my life.

In a land where no grass grows, it swayed like the wind in a desolate, dry branch that has long since dried up.

It is pure and refreshing, and it is warm at times with sad joy.

The sun was shining on a dazzling summer day.

He suddenly realized that he had lost track of time to dry his mind.

Swaaaaa

She turned her head to look at him as she stood tall.

The sunlight shattered over the lush greenery.

Killian closed his eyes.

No... not yet.

I was just too immersed in the role.

It's not too late yet.

Killian thought he had been standing there for an unusually long time.

It was only when he heard the sound of the gate's pulley hitting the end, he realized that it had only been a very short time for the gate to fully open.

It's because I drank alcohol yesterday and didn't rest properly for a long time.  Because the sun is too hot. 

Killian repeated to himself.

The guards and gatekeepers in heavy armor saluted the Archduke and stepped aside.

The iron door, which had been tightly closed, was wide open.

They were waiting in front of the gate to yield to him the order of entry.

Frowning slightly, Killian stepped over the drawbridge, like someone unaccustomed to walking.

Because it was now time for him to get inside the castle anyway.

He moved his feet slowly.

Swaaaaaa.

Leaves of poplar rubbed against the stone walls and iron gates of the barren ancient castle covered with ivy. 

The leaves of midsummer pounding the iron bars of the sharply towering iron gates were fearlessly green.

Even on the sharp iron bars shining menacingly at the edge of the iron gate, the wind was fading and the sun was shining dazzlingly on the fading leaves.

Swaaaaaa

The smell of the deep blue summer of rowing in the wind and the green of the castle pouring white like foam. It's been thirteen years since we set anchor on this land.

It's a landscape I'm used to for a long time now.

Therein lies that strange smile.

The world we saw every day was transformed into a new form.

The strange sense of becoming unfamiliar to the entire landscape that had always been in my body was scattered.

The pouring hot sunlight coveted the emerald green leaves, and the wind swimming through the sunlight paddled between them.

A cool wind that teases your hair.

The heat of cicadas mad in the sun.

It was summer.

Killian, who finally arrived in front of her, looked at her briefly as if to confirm something with her, and then quickly turned her body toward her castle without her expression.

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