831の日にConvey your love at the end of summer.


8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning.

Dion was racking his brains as the last day of August finally arrived. It was that annual day. The day that has meaning to three numbers, regarding the date. He smiled at the "831" written in small letters on the edge of the note, or raised his love with a grand appeal.
As usual, Terence is out on a boat with several members of the Knights of the Holy Dragon and the Stone Sword, who have been allowed to stay at the safe house. And Clive is also taking Gabu and Gutsu, who was talking about carving, to various places. In the botanical garden, flowers and trees continue to improve, history is revealed through deciphered books and excavations, new ingredients are discovered and prepared, research is conducted to increase the variety of dishes, and workshops are developing and inventing everything from various tools to large-scale devices.
The people here are always busy, but they live their lives with vigor and vitality. I would like to repay their kindness and help them, but that's beside the point.
What shall I do this year That's all I could think about at the moment.
Thinking about it, I went to the kitchen, picked up bread and soup for lunch, and returned to my room to go to my desk. The hand that held the quill pen was writing meaningless letters in the air for a while, and when I finally put the nib down on the paper, all I could write was dry, grainy letters. He regained his composure, put ink on the pen, and spelled the letter once more.

I" - one letter.
LOVE" - four letters.
YOU - three letters.

Looking at his own scribble, Dion sighed, huh.
He has lost the wings that made him happy. I can't fly with him on my back, and I can't run with him now.
When was the first time he had spoken to his When I was eighteen years old, when Terence, who I thought was my best friend, confessed his feelings for me, I realized how I felt and chased after him and questioned him when he tried to run away. I told him, because he would show his upset face. Because he would try to misrepresent his feelings for me and pretend it never happened.
I was happy to hear Terence's words of straightforward love from Dion, who was contemplating the passion that made him almost forget that he had been seriously injured, and I was buoyed for a few days for the first time.
Then came August 31, the first day after the addition of the relationship of lovers. I guess I found out the meaning of that sequence of numbers from a bit of a story, and my feelings exploded, and I snuck into Terence's room when everyone was asleep. The result was a success, but I am still not convinced that I was scolded later.
The second time, that day, he was magnificent. When I told him I was going to my room, he bit down and said, "I'll go." The next year, since my schedule coincided with the exercises, I put Terence on my back and flapped my wings in a big way as part of my fancy moves. The next year, he went to the city, and another year, thanks to the defeat in the war, he couldn't do anything, and another year, he was so busy that he could only pass a note on top of a mountain of documents, which made him lonely and happy enough, just like when he conveyed his message in words without writing it down. I was both lonely and happy enough to pass over the years.
Incidentally, there was only one year when we somehow managed to combine our holidays and spent almost a whole day together, but I will leave that for another time.
In between long battles, on this day when we can return from weapons to people, we have expressed our love in various ways, but now that we have lost almost everything that had formed us, what about this year when we became real mere people
What is it about this year that makes me a real just person
I take another breath.

Dion, who did not know his true birthday, thought, without realizing it, that this day, when he was more strongly conscious of his love than usual, was the happiest day of all, rather than his ostensibly fixed birthday.



We can't do anything fancy. Resources are finite. His own money is long gone, and now Terence is holding Dion's wallet.
He has thought, even for a moment, that if he could manifest, he would be able to do so, but he does not deny the world as it is now, and the residue of Bahamut in his body has been completely wiped out. He would be able to communicate with the dragons without any problem, but there was no way he could call them into his lair with their large bodies.
I am fed up with my limited repertoire. Fed up with his, Dion wanders around the lair looking for some advice.

Vesna, who was taking care of the flowers, hands a flower to him while he is picking the flower petals. The flower, with its intense scarlet petals bursting open to reveal a fresh fragrance.

"Then I'll give this flower to His Highness Dion. Oh, not from me, of course, but as a gift from His Highness to Master Terence."

"The name is Monarda, she said.
is the flower of love."
"Love's ......."

As she mumbled this, Vesna smiled as if to push her back.



Dion caught Cormac and asked him to give him one of his fruits, and thanked him. He's the first person I opened up to since I woke up here, so I'm glad that he treats me like a friend.
When I went up to the back deck, my cheeks relaxed at the unexpected loot, I met the eyes of Blackthorn, who seemed to have gotten up to take a break. You're not in a position to ask him if he knows about the day of love, but he seems like he has a lot of life experience, so he might have some good ideas. I was a little worried and was about to open my mouth when Blackthorn seemed to sense something and paused, telling me to wait.
"You're trying to have a sweet and sour conversation, aren't you Wait, I'm not cut out for that kind of talk. That's probably Otto's field. Take this with you."
When I tilted my head towards the fist that was sticking out, I was shown the fist again. It seems like he's trying to get his hands on it. When he held out his palm, a belt woven from white silk was placed there.

"Silk sash"
"Yeah. I processed it, but I feel like "it" wants to come to you..."
"I see."

The bones of my beloved child. Return to me.

Dion bit his trembling lip and smiled awkwardly as a warmth rose in his chest.

"Thank you. I'm glad we met again."
I was the one who conveyed his love to her today. With that thought, Blackthorn raised one hand and turned around, and I walked away, walking absentmindedly.
Shall I go and see the teacher's face, Miss Midoador No, maybe I should ask Edita or Shirley. Miss Asta... I have a feeling that she's overwhelmed with information because she has too many love affairs.

As I was walking around thinking about this, I had returned to my room before I knew it. I placed the fiery red in my hand on the table in the middle of the room, and Sash joined me. May the holy dragon protect him, he thought as he wrapped it in a vase, then cut the fruit with a knife and placed it on a plate. As an aside, it was only recently that he had become able to slice the skin of fruit thinly.
Unable to think of what to do, Dion sat down lightly in a chair, rested his chin on the table and closed his eyes.



I dreamed of a cub. A big, grown-up white dragon.
I thought its strong, sturdy form resembled Terence. A precious holy dragon, and a precious person. He had listened carefully to his master's orders and protected him together with the knights, but in the end I was unable to do anything.
I thought I would never see him again, but to be reunited in this way. Perhaps blacksmiths can make the impossible possible.
Or perhaps it was because the child was strong. Not in strength, but in heart. All of this is just speculation, but I hope that's the case.
That he had come to tell me his love.



I regained consciousness when I felt a warm sensation on my cheek. I thought half asleep that the cub was snuggling up to me, but the warmth was not from the Holy Dragon, but from Terence's thick hand, who had just returned home. My feelings melted as he gently stroked me. Ever since we were just childhood friends, I had forgiven everything to Terence. I thought that my love had blossomed after he confessed his feelings, but now that I think about it, maybe I've been in love with him since childhood.
"...Terence"
"Did I wake you Sorry... I was going to carry you to your bed."
"I love you."
The stroking hand stopped. I felt suddenly pushed out of my comfortable slumber, and opened my eyes slightly. I couldn't forgive him, so I turned to look at him, but his face was slightly red, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Don't laugh"
“How many years has it been”
“No matter how many years have passed, I still can’t get used to it.”
“Are you going to open up again”
"You're also vulnerable to surprise attacks."
It's true that both of us are vulnerable to surprise attacks, but it's also fun to have such naive reactions every time. I am loved and I love you. A pure heart will never change.
"I love you, Terence. I love you."
Terence is upset by the straightforward words of love. The look of dismay on his face shows that he remembers today, and that his preemptive attack was a success. Yes, every year on this day we have a competition. A little game like a child would play to see which love would win.
"I want you to stay by my side. Stay next to me and never let go of my hand."
"……Of course"
The eyes that stared at me were covered with a film of water. Terence, who seems unable to hide his joy, urges him to look at the silk obi adorned with the red love flower, and tells him that the cub has also returned. All dragons are children to my knights.
Following Terence's blinking, he grabbed a piece of fruit and pressed it to his lips.
"You know, Terence."
Terence was eating obediently, so he took another bite, this time on the other side of the fruit he had in his mouth, and gave it a light kiss.
"It seems that when two people feed each other this fruit, they find each other attractive."
"Is this the fruit of Eden"
He extended his hand to Terence, who was giggling, and was in a good mood when he hugged him in return, so he brought his lips closer to his. He felt that he had to convey to Terence the love that his pup had reminded him of.
"I'll always love you."
And with that, he was back to being a crybaby again.