(Persiens)Flower Ⅳ(Five)

"Percival Why did you suddenly..."

Nasiens' face flushed red. He squeezed the back of Percival's hand in panic and shook his dangling feet helplessly. Under his palm, Nasiens' heart was beating violently.

"Hey, Nasiens, can't you see her"

Percival, who was hugging him from behind, was frowning at the place in front of them. He relaxed the strength of his arms, allowing Nasiens' feet to fall to the ground.

"She almost buried her face in your chest just now"

"'She'" Nasiens turned his eyes blankly to the front of him, which was obviously empty, "Is it the person you saw just now"

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"A very familiar smell of potion... Was it this child named Nasiens who saved me"

The woman who only Percival could see and looked similar to "Sylvia" in the story told by Nasiens, stopped approaching the potion in Nasiens' arms in a daze.

She glanced at Percival, silently moved away, and bowed deeply to the two of them.

"I am The Plant Spirit of this flower. Thank you for saving me from the brink of death in time."
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"Wow There really are plant spirits that can talk, just like your Grandpa Ordo said"

Percival immediately let go of his nervousness and lazily put his chin on the head of the person in his arms, "Nasiens, the spirit of that flower is thanking you for saving her"

"Then will it bloom soon" Nasiens' eyes lit up.

"YOU... you just told a story for a long time, but you are not interested in the Spirits"

Percival rubbed Nasiens' hair with his chin helplessly, and reached out to touch Nasiens' chin, "Ah It's wet, you really bit your lip again"

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"'Grandpa Ordo' Do you know Ordo By the way, the smell of that potion"
The humanoid Plant Spirit was not offended at all by Percival's attitude of ignoring her, and she came closer again.
"So this child is Ordo's offspring Oh my god, his child is so big How long have I been asleep..."
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Percival looked at The Plant Spirit who was close to Nasiens' face and looked around, and her hands on Nasiens' shoulders at the moment.

He reached out to lean Nasiens' head on his shoulder.

"Stay away from Nasiens first."

"Um, I think... I can see her outline" Nasiens blushed and let Percival fiddle with her.

"She knows Grandpa Ordo, Nasiens, perhaps she should be the 'Sylvia' in the story, right"

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"How do you know the name 'Sylvia'" Sylvia frowned, and now the person being looked at closely became Percival.

Nasiens could vaguely see the outline, and only saw that Sylvia's face was getting closer and closer to Percival's face. She was TOO close--

"Percival--"
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Flying in the air, Nasiens cleared his throat awkwardly, loosened the hand that pressed Percival's head to his chest, and took off his hat with the other hand to cover his face tightly.

"You do have a smell of herbs on your chest as she said, and there is also... a fragrance of flowers" Percival sniffed, reached out and pulled Nasiens back to confirm the smell.

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"That is the sweet fragrance of osmanthus."

"Ordo likes to use this flower unique to The Echo Valley as the base of the potion, because it can neutralize most of the bitterness of the potion as much as possible."

<Her voice was as melodious and crisp as a lark.>

Nasiens didn't care about her current situation, and looked in the direction of the sound in surprise.

<Glowing blonde hair, green eyes like clear lake water, cloak and dress fluttering with movement>

Grandpa Ordo has never been good at telling fairy tales, but the 'Sylvia' in his story is vivid.

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"Oh you can finally SEE me Nasiens Please tell me some about Ordo"

Sylvia flew towards Nasiens with a look of surprise.
Percival flew up angrily and wrapped Nasiens tightly in his cloak.


(VI)

——On a land fragments in the air of Camelot

After returning to the ground, Nasiens was still being guarded by Percival with a cloak.

After he and Sylvia finished discussing everything, the wind and snow had completely stopped.

A gust of east wind blew. The weather in this large area of ​​Camelot was transitioning from cold winter to warm spring.

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"After this flower blooms, I, as A Plant Spirit, will be able to recover all my strength."

Sylvia looked at her gradually solidified hands and carefully took the potion given by Nasiens.

"I didn't expect that the child adopted by Ordo later would be SO big and become such an excellent herbalist But Nasiens is now being guarded by A Giant Dragon who is also an Spirit just as me, like his own treasure
—— Just kidding, Lord Percival, thank you for the life magic you provided"

She smiled at Percival, "I can actually see The Supreme Life Spirit in such a place."

The weather began to warm up. Percival pulled off his thick cloak, but still did not let go of Nasiens. His life spirit, who was now lazily lying in Percival's hand around his waist, looking very comfortable.

"This is also the first time I have seen a plant spirit like you who can communicate face to face and has a physical body."

Percival became a little serious, "I am curious, how were you 'BORN' Sylvia."

"You... you really asked a question that is difficult to explain in a few words, Lord Percival." Sylvia shook her head, "First of all, when it comes to 'origin', I come from the sky."

Nasiens listened silently to the "dumbness" between the Spirits. He still didn't quite understand the communication between Percival and different spirits.
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"Grandpa What is that big black shadow in the sea of ​​clouds Could it be... a super-big sky fish"

"Hahaha There are no fish that big, Percival"

"That is a floating island built by the goddess tribe called the Sky Wings. It is said to be a place full of flowers all year round"

"In fact, it's not just that floating island."

<<"Every piece of the sky in Britannia belongs to the goddess tribe.">>
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"The sky floating island of the goddess tribe No wonder I haven't seen you yet, it's really far away." Percival shrugged.

"That was just the 'origin'. If you go there, you will only see my companions who cannot speak."

"I fell from there to a high cliff near Camelot, and was 'awakened' there... I can say that it is somewhat similar to yours, and it is a very uncomfortable experience, Lord Percival."


Percival sighed, "... When I was 'awakened' with this body, I felt a strong 'feeling of restraint'——It's okay now... I have adapted to it Nasiens."

Nasiens was combing Percival's hair with his hands, and Percival put his head directly on Nasiens' shoulders to facilitate his movements.


Sylvia looked at such a harmonious scene and smiled with a complicated expression.

"There is no grass growing on the cliff where I took root, and I am the only one who survived. Over time, I on the cliff became a flower that proves <Love> in people's mouths."

"What a beautiful meaning <Love> has However, at the moment I was 'awakened', I could only see the piled bones of losers under the cliff.

"These… THESE meaningless DEATHS were ALL because of MY existence on the cliff"

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Is the "awakened" of the Spirits such a painful thing

Nasiens' body froze.
Percival, who was leaning on his shoulder, gently rubbed him a few times, and then let go of his hand reluctantly.
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"Those people who shouted <Love> fell to pieces on the way here, and the bodies ignored by the cliff gradually piled up into one mountain after another."

"Even if there are a few survivors, they will lose their lives in the next climb. How can I be a <Love Flower> I am simply an executioner with blood on my hands"


Sylvia looked straight at Nasiens squatting in front of her, her green eyes turned emerald with tears.

"...It was in this terrible situation that I met Ordo."

"A clear moonlit night, he was silent until the moment he picked me. After reaching a safe place, I heard him sighing towards the corpses under the cliff."


"'A boy who was suffering from the legendary miasma. He has survived tenaciously until now. But as a herbalist, I can do nothing except barely maintain his life.'"

"'I have been searching for a long time in different places. As a flower from the goddess garden, you are the LAST HOPE to save him.'"

"'This… It doesn't seem like a good place for devout prayer. If you really have a soul. Flower growing above piles of corpses. Please...I beg you... help me save his life...'"

"This time he finally succeeded, the boy survived, and I saw that he was ecstatic."

"At that moment, I was no longer the lofty 'Love Flower', nor was I a cruel executioner, but just a key medicinal material in his hand that could cure diseases and save lives. "

"I finally felt that my life in this world was meaningful, and he took me out of hell. "

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"I brought flowers to him, and he brought hope to the patients. In fact, Ordo and I have always had the same dream."

"At first, we went to save the boy; Later, we went to save the people in the town."

"As the war situation worsened, the miasma spread on a large scale, so the scope expanded to the entire Kingdom of Camelot."

"Finally, we found that it was not only humans who were suffering from the disease, nor was it only in Camelot, but all creatures on the entire continent of Britannia."

"In this process, we gradually felt powerless, but neither he nor I could stop easily, because we can't ignore the suffering of others."

"And in that winter, when the situation eased, someone poisoned the entire Echo Valley."

"It suddenly occurred to me. If Ordo and the patient were infected with miasma at the same time, and there was only one dose of medicine left..."

"If it was him, he would choose to treat the patient first."

"...I realized...I REALIZED."

"In order for him to survive this choice, I must reserve my LAST flower for him."