Atlas Battle Song

"This is a celebration, let's all enjoy it—!"

It is the most solemn festival in the Western Plateau, the Gushan Festival.

In order to worship the beautiful snake god, the sweet smell of burning balm wafts everywhere in the western plateau.All kinds of fruits and fruit juices are offered on the steps of the temple, and young brown-skinned girls paint fish scale tattoos on their faces and arms, and hold flower petals to participate in the procession.

As a descendant of Goddess of Beauty and the de facto ruler of the western plateau, Trand was also invited to participate in the sacrificial parade.

Girls put on a crown woven with jasmine flowers for him, priestesses painted shiny fish scale patterns on his cheeks and arms, and court tailors worked hard to design a mother-of-pearl and peacock blue for the governor. The robe set off his tall and fit figure.

Trander felt that dressing up was tiring, but Egg liked it, so he was willing to endure it.

"Long live—Trand Muawia!"

When the governor sat on the chariot, dressed in lapis lazuli and gold jewelry, and appeared in the sacrificial procession... For a moment, people even thought that time had returned to the period of dynasty rule——the king, as the incarnation of the snake god, looked at it with a smile The people accept the petals scattered by the girls and the blessings of thousands of people.

People chanted Trand's name.

If the poets of the western plateau have created a thousand moons in their love songs, then he is the Farhad of all the stories, the jealous and elusive lover of many roses and kings--beautiful and strong; smiling kindly , but in the raging fire, plundering the scimitar of the defeated.Even the enemy of the Golden City, the great hero Karlamon in "Sybil's Battle Song" loves his pagan beauty and hates his god-like martial arts.

Songs, wine, and laughter.Under the scorching sun, nothing is not beautiful.

Egg was drinking wine on the terrace, watching from a distance that Trand was dressed in the costume of Goddess of Beauty, wearing a jasmine crown, sitting on a golden chariot, and being loved by people in the parade of the celebration.In that moment, Egg felt a fleeting sense of reality—

He suddenly realized that people can be so happy.

"Stupid lion."

People surrounded the governor and praised him.

Trander waved to the lovers on the terrace, and smiled heartily: "Look—the black-haired beauty over there, who does his heart belong to?"

"Lord Governor!"

"Correct!"

Lovers stare at each other, and their yesterday and tomorrow are tenderly connected in this gaze, like kisses, like words being heard.

"Come on, come on—!"

People laughed and danced, played the dragon flute, music and flower petals wafted throughout the mermaid city.The sacred and the beautiful, the joy and the majesty... The ancient festivals seem like the past, and the joys of the world are so fresh.

However, no one noticed that in the crowd, malicious eyes had been staring at Trander in the dark.

Two men in sackcloth mingled with the procession.The hoods cast ominous shadows, and their faces could not be seen clearly, except for the three gold lilies embroidered on the brims.

"The brand on his chest...the three-headed snake."

"It must be, it must be! This is the oracle...it is that man. The daughter of the ocean will definitely come this time and save us."

They stared at Trand for a moment, then turned away, disappearing into the jubilant crowd.

"Star of the Ocean, save us."

Battle Song? Volume [-] FIN

2019/9/13

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