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Author's note: Not a decent chapter and rather short, but I really want to write something or else I'd blow up. ;;
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What had passed but not gone
The maid greeted nervously at Sir Weller as she went through the door of the king's room into the corridor, a bit taken aback at his abrupt presence. The tall man nodded with a smile of apology for startling the young lady, which she returned with a brief but polite smile and hurried away with her two companions already half a corridor ahead, duties loaded on their backs. The new Maou's first step on the soil of Shin Makoku was expected the next day, thus was the reason the pace of the life in the castle had hastened.
Conrad stepped into the newly furnished room. Every piece of dust-free furniture was shining in a subtle tone, the lustre of the wooden table veiling its age, their beauty making the fact overlooked. He touched its surface with slender fingers. He was told once wooden furniture "mellow" over time, he smiled at recalling one of his conversations with his mother.
The room's design was kept simple, for the new Maou would be the one deciding how it should be styled. Conrad walked from the table to the window and looked out to see a pale, full moon.
Conrad's eyes brightened at the familiar sight. Occasionally he would look up to observe the moon. He enjoyed looking at it either it was in crescent or full, though he preferred the latter; it often reminded him of the nights thirty years before, the sacredly quiet nights on the brink of the war which took many away from him. Entranced in his thoughts, he unconsciously moved his hand from the window sill to his right eyebrow, shaping the scar he got from that brutal battle. He closed his eyes, a light frown touching his features despite his lips still a smooth curve. The nights with the full moon always elicited memories he kept well from showing in the presence of the others, images of an azure and pure white figure flashed in his mind.
How he missed the old days.
A soft knock on the door cut through his train of thoughts. He turned to see Gunter at the doorway, sword at his waist.
"It is the time we set out, it will take us the night's travel to catch up with the Highness in time," Gunter said sternly, a note of hurry in his voice. Conrad nodded, his usual smile back in place. Such day he waited had finally arrived, he was going to see the very one he knew for so long and passed on between the two worlds with his very own hands, the one meant many to him in one many ways. Together they headed out of the king's room, closing the door behind.
The war might have taken a lot away, but they did not simply leave and be gone. Conrad at this time was yet to know this, but he soon would; and he would no longer need to look at the full moon with his mind filled with longing for the past times - he would look at it with his heart in peace, as well as the anticipation of a beautiful future.