COMPARISON ISSUES

We could not forget the past. Once Judge Gabranth was the most beloved captain of the Dalmasque Order, and among the many nobles he was the only leader of the king of his superiors was always respectful.

But in spite of everything, many people envied him, envied the blind trust that Raminas placed in him, would have given anything to be in his place. Not only did he enjoy the full trust of the sovereign Basch he was also admired by the people, who acclaimed him as his paladin.

But of that person now there was no trace left, now the name of Basch was given to the name of a traitor, an infamous ... Even demonstrating his actual innocence no one would have any credibility.

Now Basch had a new life, even if made of continuous lies, he carried the name of his brother high, of which only the memory and a vain promise remained. Who knows how much he should have faked, the judge asked himself.

Buijerba unleashed in him a whole series of memories, the meeting with his height Lady Ashe, the fragment of Twilight ... and the Judge Ghis.

But it had been almost 3 years and nobody seemed to remember those names anymore, no longer thought about the war that had happened. It seems that the day before everything was raging in chaos and confusion, in the anxiety of the uncertainty of the soul of the people, mind now seemed all quiet as it had always been.

Basch noted unlike many, that everything had changed, there was no longer the king of Dalmasca or the emperor of Archadia, there were no longer only a young queen, the last of his family, and a little boy that teenager attracting the empire ranks.

It was so absurd that such important roles should weigh on two people so young. But Basch knew that, on the other side of his age he had seen so many things, far more than anyone else he knew.

He knew the hunger that brought poverty, the luxury and the glory of the nobles, knew the despair of a prisoner and the wrong suffered by an innocent unjustly condemned.

He knew the shame of infamy, he knew the lie he was forced to live in, he knew the imprisonment of a name, a life and a role that did not belong to him. He knew so many things and so many constraints that he was under ... but he did not know the meaning of being free, not subject to any law or anyone.

Free to decide your own destiny. The huma was immersed in his thoughts.

He already knew what to say, but worried he feared that the Marquis would not give him any answer. He wondered what it was that prevented Honor IV from answering his nephew ... he was afraid of something.

His warrior instinct prompted him to investigate, by whatever means he had, to find and find answers to that thing.

Ondore carefully scrutinized Basch, as if he wanted to know what he was thinking, but Mithrill's heavy helmet hid the face of the judge.

It had been many months since the last time the Marquis Ondore had anything to do with a judge who stood in front of him and with the young Archadian emperor, little more than a little boy about the appearance of adolescence. Buijerba was neutral ground, Halim remembered it ... always but every time in his heart he wished that at least once that land was the Dalmasco territory.

After the fall of the empire and the proclamation of peace, the marquis had been joined by his nephew on his airship, Liberia, to tell him everything that had happened and how things were.

Halim had seen the judge's lifeless body with his own eyes, impressed and amazed at the same time.

A man identical to Basch himself lay before his eyes, and yet the knight stood close to his body as if to testify that he was innocent and had to be believed.

But to the question of Ondore about who he was, Basch looked at him for a moment, then looking down and in a very bitter tone of voice he replied. "He is my brother Noah."

He could not believe that this was his brother's killer .. he did not ask for anything else, fixed that motionless body for a few moments locked in a silence that left out all his thoughts full of bitterness and rancor, then turned coldly with his back to him.

His soul winced with a cry of pain inside him, Amaya could hear his cry, hidden as it was on the ship, imperceptible to anyone's eyes.

The same scene seems to take place again in front of his eyes while he was looking at the judge who was waiting patiently for an answer from the noble Marquis.

Ondore felt trapped he did not know what to do, he could not make out about Amaya, about Rasler or Noah ... he knew that Ashe had the right to know them, but he personally presented them to the queen as soon as she 'occasion. I fixed Magister Judge again asking him why he had come and what was the message he was carrying and from whom.

-What inspired you to come here ... Judge Gabranth? -

The judge stepped forward and took a wrapped parchment from the bag he carried with him and handed it to him.

-I'm not investing in a judge ... marquis. I am here as a messenger, to deliver a message from your nephew his height Lady Ashe.-

Ondore left a few steps, took the rolled parchment that the Archadian judge handed him, broke the wax lacquer seal, while slowly opening the parchment with one hand, while the judge Gabranth explain the situation and what the parchment contained.

-Lady Ashe is very worried, fearing that you do not come to the Restoration party ... I remind you that you are a fundamental figure. The princess sent me here as a messenger until you can tell me the reasons why you did not give a definitive answer to your invitation. "

The Marquis read all the message that his nephew the princess of Dalmasca had sent him, he did not know what to answer, he had made a perplexed, almost incredulous face. Basch, I look at the marquis and his face that he faint as soon as he read the message of his height.