A King is Born on the Road

North Gate was going back to six years ago.

Iris couldn’t breathe and sat down, overflowing with complicated emotions.

Compared to the extreme cold just before, it felt hot here.

After grasping the situation, tears poured out, longing for the people she was with.

Iris couldn’t cry once, because the Knights of Tejas hated the terrible, sad farewells.

As she drew all the people she lost one by one, the face of Heyer Asheri remained at the end.

“If something changes beyond the North Gate.
Don’t love me then.
Never.”

Iris shook her head hard so that she wouldn’t think of Hayer’s words.
Still, there was nothing she could do about the feeling of being stabbed in the chest.

Anyway, if she’s back six years, is he alive?

Iris wanted to run to the place where the Knights of Tejas were, but it was impossible to go to the southern end even if she left this place where the nuns could not open the door at will.

Out of frustration, Iris took off her veil and held it in her hand.
Her black hair fluttered in the wind.

At least once a year, nuns would cut each other’s hair, but until that time, they could grow it to any limit.

White snow will be piled up to the horizon beyond the convent.

Iris, who had just followed the map in her head to the northern end of the land, felt that the convent was too narrow to breathe in for a moment.

As she looked at the convent door and thought, someone tapped her back lightly.
Sister Agatha, who was her age, stood there.

She seemed to have woken up a moment ago and found her through the window.
Her eyes were half closed.

Agatha greeted her with her hands together and gestured for a reason why she wasn’t wearing the veil.

Iris said.

“It’s stuffy.”

It was only after saying so liberally that a deeper thought came out.

“I don’t know why I’m here.”

What happened to the world?

Why did she come back here?

Agatha looked perplexed at Iris’s words, which were agonized with frustration.
Then she looked around and whispered to Iris.

“God must be watching.”

“I don’t care.”

What was the result of her husband Sid Lepos’s rejection of pagans?

Luwan was defeated, and the arrogant Sieres, who believed their king was the god, Tilla, took over the land.

Now that Iris had seen it, she could not live in fear of God’s gaze.

Iris crossed the North Gate because of the sacrifices of the Knights of Tejas.

Throughout the journey to the end of the world, the Knights of Tejas saved Iris’s strength, and she was finally able to cross the North Gate.

Agatha, who was puzzled that Iris, who was quiet like a person without a care, showed her presence today.
She approached Iris and talked to her again.

“You don’t know why you’re here, do you?”

It was the first time Agatha had spoken such a long sentence.

Six years ago, Iris really knew nothing, so she nodded as if she didn’t know.

Agatha checked the surroundings again, picked up a branch, and began to write on the snow.

“This is His Majesty the former King.”

Iris nodded, and Agatha drew a line under it and said,

“His Majesty had only one daughter under him.
She’s your mother, Her Highness Celios.”

Agatha, the daughter of an aristocratic family, was expelled from society and trapped here because of her fiancé, who had decided to run away in search of love.

“The former king thought he needed a son to inherit the throne, and he passed on his inheritance to his nephew, Eswa Lepos.
But the sages confirmed that Eswa Lepos was not legitimate, but born from a mistress.”

“…….”

She thought Agatha was quiet because she didn’t talk during her lifetime, but she wasn’t at all.

Agatha was excited to be able to explain to someone who didn’t know anything about society from the beginning.

Agatha continued.

“So, isn’t the enemy of the king Celios? That’s the question that’s starting to arise.
You’re her only child.
So maybe, this is my opinion, but your mother hid you here in case the current king would hurt you.”

“I see.”

Iris nodded and smiled faintly.

However, she had already entered the royal castle and returned after six years of living there, and knew that her mother was never a person to hide her daughter because she was worried about her.

On the day Iris met her for the first time in 19 years, her mother’s eyes proved that.

afterword

sorry if the text is too hard to read  i’ll try to change the size and maybe the font as well next chapter, since i’m just using the theme’s default atm!