| Author: Kisasaki Suzume | Original Source: Syosetu |
| Translator: Mui | English Source: Re:Library |
| Editor(s): Deximus-Maximus | |
It’s been a month since the ‘medicine’ ran out.
I believe I’ve managed quite well.
Even though everyone left the ‘medicine’ for my sake, I alone couldn’t survive or be saved.
Perhaps outside the ship, people have already perished, And I have become the last one…
At first, every time I thought about it, it scared me, but now, I think it might not be so bad.
I followed the emergency protocol and destroyed all the records that needed to be kept secret.
And in the end, I made sure that anyone could board this ship.
Whether they are human or dragon.
This is my selfishness. In reality, I probably shouldn’t have done such a thing.
But I didn’t want Myu to wither away in this closed miniature garden.
I want a glimmer of hope, even just a little.
I want someone to find Myu.
Even if people have perished in this war, I want the dragons to find her.
Dragons are known to love rare things. They might take a liking to Myu.
As long as the energy core of this ship remains intact, Myu will surely live for hundreds of years.
I’m certain she’ll live until someone finds this ship someday.
Please, let her have a good encounter.
Let her have a wonderful second life.
Recorded by: Jamie Hackathon
—From records restored at the Gufare National Institute of Ancient Relics.
The sky was clear.
Somewhere in the distance, it seemed that heavy rain and tornadoes were occurring, but where Lucella was currently located, the weather was clear. A golden full moon hung in the beautiful starry sky that seemed to be sprinkled with silver sand.
The lapping waves made a soothing sound as they broke into a thousand pieces.
“Sigh…”
Lucella sat on the edge of a square, black ship floating on the sea. She dangled her legs back and forth as she gazed at the sky.
To the right, left, front, and back, there was no sign of land anywhere. There was only a distant horizon shrouded in a storm. People said the world was round, and it seemed to be true.
“It’s all water around here. Looks like we’ve drifted quite far…”
She had no idea what kind of technology was at play, but while inside the ship, Lucella hadn’t felt any rocking or swaying. However, upon reflection, she realized that the ship hadn’t dropped anchor either.
It appeared that the square ship had been swept far away by the storm, to the point where there was no sign of land in sight once she came outside. Since she didn’t sense any dragon aura, it seemed that her current location was not within the territory of any dragon group.
It felt like the ship should have some function to pinpoint its current location, but, of course, Lucella couldn’t use it. It was dangerous to tamper with things you didn’t understand; you might accidentally activate a self-destruct switch or something.
In that case, the only option was to use the stars to confirm her location. Lucella had some knowledge of how to read the stars, but she had never actually put that knowledge to use, so it was uncertain if it would work.
Lucella somehow found herself lying down, gazing up at the beautiful starry sky. The salty breeze tickled her cheeks.
There was a slight sense of detachment, like after watching a play. However, this story was not a product of her imagination; it was undoubtedly something that had happened on this ship in the past. Thinking about that, Lucella began to feel somewhat lethargic.
“Lucella, even if you report this location… I wonder if the Adventurer’s Guild can reach this place?”
Kafal’s large face peered in, and the moon waned.
“I’ll report it just in case, but I think it’ll be quite challenging for human hands to find and retrieve this. We don’t even know where it might drift from here.”
“That’s true. It might end up being collected by some group.”
“I wish I had brought a bigger storage item…”
Lucella regretfully looked at her hip pouch. She had come here in a lightweight state because bringing heavy baggage to a dragon’s hunting ground would only result in losing items unnecessarily.
The pouch was a storage magic item, but even when enchanted, its storage capacity was limited since it originally started as a small pouch. The relics contained within were minimal compared to the entire ship.
Kafal, who had a dragon’s penchant for valuing rare and precious items, also seemed to feel a bit sorry about it. With her magical abilities, she could create considerable storage space even without items, but storage magic imposed a heavy burden. Moreover, she was injured.
Planning to fly back to Mount Kuguse through the inhospitable skies, carrying heavy baggage was out of the question. Lucella was more important to her than any treasure.
If there was a chance that they would end up discarding the treasure along the way, leaving it in the ship and hoping to find it again someday was the dragon’s way of viewing things with a long measure of time.
“…Ah, well. Let’s just go back. We might get washed away to the other side of the world at this rate.”
“That’s true. It’s better to take off while the weather’s clear.”
Kafal smoothly lowered her upper body, and Lucella climbed onto her back. As she grabbed her mane, Kafal spread her wings and took flight.
The wind blown down by her wings caused the sea below to ripple, and in the next moment, the sun drew nearer and the sea became distant.
Lucella remained silent for a while, nestling deep into Kafal’s luxuriant crimson mane, entwining herself within it.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
“…Hehe.”
Feeling the pulsation of flames on her back, Lucella clung tightly. It seemed like Kafal had sensed Lucella’s emotions through her words and let out a laugh mixed with sparks of fire.
Peering into someone else’s life and feeling as if something had been resolved might be wrong, but Lucella had something on her mind nonetheless. If the feeling of loving someone could transcend time, then there was certainly something real here.
It was said that those who traversed the empty sea found their way by reading the stars. The sky was still clear, and Lucella gazed at the stars. It wouldn’t take more than a day to reach Mount Kuguse.
Silence had returned to the garden.
The remnants of the security golems were scattered about, and the ground bore the scorched and cracked marks of breath attacks. Yet, in the tranquil garden, one house remained unscathed. Perhaps the golems had chosen to fight in a way that wouldn’t involve this house.
Inside the weathered house was a bed for two.
Lying side by side were a broken doll and a girl’s remains.
Their hands were intertwined, peacefully resting as if asleep.
