That
evening, we return to the Great Hall of Emperor Ōtori, with the
priest boy, Shu, in tow.
“Ah,
you have returned alive!” The High Priest, Jiro, runs over and hugs
his son. “Thank you all so much for watching over him! Luna will
surely bless you!” Seeing that, seeing a father so thankful that
his boy has come home alright, it brings a smile to my face.
“Another
good job, Magic Knights,” Emperor Ōtori says, smiling. “Jiro, I
trust we'll be sticking to the arrangements we've made about their
reward?”
“300,000
Gien each, right? I'll have it mailed to them as soon as possible.
Thank you.”
“300,000!?”
Holy crap, that's a lot! You could almost buy a small house with
that! “High Priest Jiro, I don't think--”
“Please
take it,” Jiro says, smiling at me. “It's the best way I could
express my gratitude.”
“Hey,
I won't argue with that,” Láng says, shrugging.
I
let out a sigh. “Neither will I.” I smile at the holy man. “I'll
take it gladly.”
He
laughs. “Good, good. Just remember not to spend it all in... ah,
who am I kidding. It's your reward, do as you wish with it.” He
starts to leave. “Let us be on our way, son.”
“Just
a moment, father,” Shu says. He stands in front of us. “Grey,
Láng, Flèche, thank you. If it weren't for you, I would not have
had the strength to complete my journey. I wouldn't even be standing
here...” He wipes a tear away from his eye. “Deeply, from the
bottom of my heart, I thank you.”
Feeling
no need to say anything, I reach out my hand. Shu takes my hand in
his and shakes it. He then departs from the Great Hall with his
father, Hopefully to get a night of well deserved rest... Emperor
Ōtori dismisses us, and it is time for us to head home, as well.
“Well,
my home's this way,” says Flèche, pointing right. “I'll see you
in the morning, okay?”
“Okay,”
I say. “Good night!” I wave to her, and go down the street with
Láng.
“Why
are you walking me home, again?” Láng asks, after a moment.
“My
house just happens to be in the same direction,” I say, not trying
to bring my feelings into it, “but hey, if it bothers you that
much...”
“No,
no, it's not a big deal. You can walk with me,” she says, still
walking. “Come and walk next to me, it feels weird when you're
behind.” Not willing to argue, I just do so.
“Another
quest completed successfully, huh, Grey?”
“What?
Uh, yeah. Mission complete,” I say, lost in my thoughts.
“Something
bothering you, man?”
“No,
it's nothing.”
“No,
you're lying.” Láng walks a little ahead and stands in front of
me. “We're a team, right? We're supposed to rely on each other.
Tell me... what's wrong?”
“...Flèche
told me that you almost died fighting Ghostmask.” Láng's eyes
widen when I say this. “You could have died, and... and I was
unable to do anything.”
“Ah,
where did this come from...” she says, scratching her head. “Well,
yeah, I could have died. I was fighting someone who was trying to kill us, so what do you expect? Why are you worrying right now, though? I'm alive.
Everything's fine...”
“No,
it's not!” I shout, grabbing onto Láng's shoulders. “This isn't the way things should be! Shu said
that you would make a great Magic Knight... I know that truth better
than anyone... but look at the way things ended up!”
“Grey,
don't start--”
“This
power should've been yours in the first place! I have to stop being
useless... I have to get strong enough to fight for both of us! Don't
worry, Láng, I'll pro--”
Láng
shoves me away. “Don't you dare say it, Grey! We've been over this
before, and if you say such an idiotic, cliched thing like I think
you're about to, I'll deck you, so just shut up!” She starts
rubbing her forehead. “Look, Grey. Let's say you did 'get strong
enough to fight for both of us'. Let's say I did just let you protect
me. Okay, then... How would I be able to protect you, then?”
“What?
That's...”
“Grey,
you can't just play the lone hero. It doesn't work that way. Like I
said, we're a team. You've got powers that I don't. I understand
that. Still, that doesn't mean you're immortal. If you died
protecting me and I could do nothing, do you really think I'd be okay
with that?”
“...”
“See?
You, me, Flèche... we all can die, so we all need to protect each other. Besides, I still have a favor to ask of you.” She
smiles at me. “I can't tell you what it is if I'm dead, can I?”
Ah
yes, that's right. How could I not have seen it that way? “Alright,
I get it.” I reach out for a handshake. “Until I can keep our
promise, I won't die, but don't you go dying either, got it?”
Instead
of taking my hand, Láng embraces me again. It's just like that day
four years ago... “Don't worry, Grey. I won't die.” She
eventually lets go. “Well, my house is right here, so I'll see you
tomorrow.” Not knowing what else to say, I just nod. “...and
Grey...”
“Yes?”
“Thank
you.”
With
that, she walks into her house. I start heading home, myself.
...Láng,
I'm sorry for doubting you. For forgetting, even if only just for a
second, what kind of person you are. I won't let that happen again,
though. I should know, by now, that the three of us are strongest
together, so whatever load we have to carry, we'll carry it together.
Thanks for reminding me, Láng... I will go on believing in you.
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