Bermuda

"Uh, um..."

Leonardo flinched, suddenly conscious of his breath at the affectionate gesture. As their foreheads and noses brushed, he reflexively lowered his eyes. A tingling sensation—as intense as when lips brushed eyelids—ran down his spine.

There was no time to be aware that they were standing in front of people. Leonardo tucked in his chin and placed his hand on Hugo’s forearm.

"There was some business."

Before he could properly look into the eyes of the other—who was apologizing, saying he was sorry—a loyalty pledge to the great lord rang out in front of the gate.

"Salute to the Lord–!"

Thanks to the unhelpfully resounding voice of the guard unit, the large hand that had cupped his cheek briefly brushed his eyelids before quickly pulling away. Leonardo’s gaze followed Hugo’s as his eyes shifted away. It was a fleeting greeting—enough to leave regret.

"My Lord, you’ve arrived."

The man who appeared to be the guard captain approached Hugo, placed his hand over his left chest, and bowed his head with discipline. He glanced briefly at Leonardo, but only for a moment. Hugo, who immediately reached out and patted his shoulder, asked the captain about the situation.

"You’ve worked hard. Is the control complete?"

"Yes, we’ve completed full control of the two-kilometer radius around the gate. Ah, regarding the train passing under the bridge, there was cargo that absolutely had to be transported today..."

"That’s fine. Good work."

Andreas, who had stepped back at the Commander’s abrupt departure as soon as he arrived, made a shocked expression. He lowered his voice and tapped Loren’s arm.

"Did you see that? Didn’t I tell you?"

With a gesture pointing at Hugo and Leonardo standing close, he meant to ask if their greeting just now really seemed like mere rumors. However, Loren gave no response. She might have been holding back, but it was difficult to read her thoughts from her expression alone.

Finally, not getting any agreement, Andreas crossed his arms with a "tsk." On the other hand, he felt relieved that he hadn’t approached Leonardo earlier.

Just then, Hugo, having finished his conversation with the guard captain, turned around and asked the two battalion commanders:

"Was there any trouble on the way?"

"What trouble could there be? With two battalion commanders accompanying, and on a road where not a single person passes."

Hugo responded with a nod to Andreas’s subtle gaze, pretending not to notice. Then, looking around at the escort team members, he continued:

"You’ve all worked hard coming this far. Have you finished your goodbyes? We need to leave soon."

As he spoke, he took Leonardo’s hand and pulled him to his side. Loren’s gaze fell there, but quickly averted.

"We mostly wrapped up before you arrived. It seems only you’re left."

"Is that so?"

Hugo looked down at Leonardo beside him. He caressed the hand he was holding, then interlocked their fingers and jerked his chin toward the stone gate.

"Shall we go, then?"

"...Where?"

"Somewhere we can say goodbye quietly."

Though he looked puzzled, Leonardo let himself be led by Hugo toward the stone gate. He no longer cared that they were holding hands in front of people. It seemed all his attention was fixed solely on the man in front of him.

'His cheek...'

As the two moved, the guard unit members positioned nearby withdrew in unison.

Hugo carefully placed his palm on the lower center of the stone gate. It was near where it read, 'The gate that sees the sun.'

Wondering what he was going to do, Leonardo alternated his gaze between Hugo’s hand and his profile.

A few seconds later, chilly mana rose around Hugo, and his disheveled hair swayed slightly in the breeze. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Leonardo’s eyes widened. Though he couldn’t understand it well, it was undoubtedly an ancient command word.

His surprised stare lasted only a moment before a dazzling light began to emanate from the entire intaglio.

"...!"

"W-What’s this?"

Some of the escort team members covered their faces with their arms and stepped back. Loren and Andreas also half-turned and squeezed their eyes shut.

Leonardo squinted as well, but he never took his eyes off the scene. Blue mana seeped into the intaglio, rendering the complex pattern three-dimensionally. Along with it came a fierce wind that cut into his lungs, and Leonardo’s chest filled with a sense of oppression.

Wondering if there was another problem with his heart, he rubbed at his left chest when a sound like rock splitting—pssst—pierced his ears. The ground vibrated hard enough to shake his legs, and the tightly closed stone gate began to split open slowly, spilling a mysterious energy.

The intense light leaking through illuminated the figures of the two people.

To the escort team, the two silhouettes swallowed by the backlight shimmered.

Kugung—

The stone gate, which had been opening with force, stopped moving after opening just enough for one or two people to pass through.

As old dust and stone fragments fell from the gate, Hugo covered Leonardo’s head with his palm.

Leonardo couldn’t take his eyes off the interior revealed through the narrow gap. At the end of the straight corridor stretching out, the outside scenery—shimmering like heat haze—caught his gaze.

"I’ll say goodbye and come back, so wait here for a moment."

Half-turning his head, Hugo left these words for the entire escort team and stepped through the gap in the stone gate. Leonardo followed, then turned back with a sense of regret.

The Council members, arranged in a semicircle, were all staring this way.

Some members, including Loren, gave Leonardo a hand salute. Andreas, who had been staring blankly, belatedly noticed and raised his hand edge in a formal manner.

Flynn, whose eyes met his last, approached the stone gate and mouthed goodbye.

As he waved, Leonardo waved back the same way.

As if to prevent anyone else from intruding, the massive stone gate closed tightly again with a heavy sound just as the last step crossed over.

*****

Seen only through the gap, it hadn’t been noticeable at all, but inside the gate was a huge hall. On both sides of the straight path stretching down the middle, a space like a waiting room unfolded—high ceilings, and various soft lights filtering in.

Bronze chairs meant for brief rests were sparsely arranged, worn by time. Delicate sculptures of stone and marble, harmonizing with basins placed here and there, densely filled parts of the vast space.

He had wondered where the colorful lights were coming from, but their source was the large stained glass set into the walls. In this majestic, wide space, there were only two people. Guards could be seen far away on the bridge, but the distance was too great for it to feel as though they shared the same space.

The sound of water trickling from fountains and walls lent peacefulness—and loneliness—to the atmosphere. Leonardo, crossing the strange space with Hugo, suddenly spoke.

"What is this place for?"

He hadn’t spoken very loudly, but his voice echoed as if reverberating. With perfect timing, the whistle of a steam train sounded from the other side of the corridor. Black smoke rose from under the bridge leading outside the gate.

Hugo quietly gazed at the shadows the train’s dissipating smoke drew across the light.

"Until a hundred years ago, this place was used as a station, too. Now only freight trains pass through, but we’re preserving it because it would be a shame to erase the traces."

Leonardo took in the same scene.

"Then it is a waiting room. I thought it was for a different purpose, because the interior is so splendid. Like a temple."

"It’s good for beginnings and endings to be beautiful. It’s a suitable place for farewells."

At the word farewell, Leonardo automatically stopped walking. Hugo also stopped and turned to look at him.

They were almost at the end of the waiting room. The two figures, framed like a picture in the middle of the long corridor, stared at each other in silence for a moment.

Just as the air began to feel a little awkward, Hugo’s gaze traveled over Leonardo’s welcome attire.

"It suits you well. Do you like it?"

Leonardo looked down at the mage robe he was wearing.

"Yeah. It’s almost the same as what I used to wear. You have a good memory for these things."

"Somehow it stayed with me. Clear as a photograph."

The blue eyes that said it were quite profound. Leonardo let out a soft laugh at the contradiction.

In Hugo’s view, the image of Leonardo he had faced just before departing for the peninsula faintly overlapped. His jawline had become sharper than then, and his eyes had softened to the point of looking sorrowful and pitiful.

Hugo, who was about to rub the area around Leonardo’s golden eyes out of habit, suddenly stopped and reached into his inner pocket, taking something out.

"The registration card came out well, too. Take a look."

What Hugo held out was a mage registration card tucked into a leather case. It was slightly smaller than Leonardo’s hand as he accepted it.

The registration card was shaped like a folded notebook, and when the blue cover engraved with a scale pattern was opened, the ID photo taken at the photo studio caught his eye first.

It was just the right expression—neither too stiff nor a wide smile. Below that, details like the name Leonardo Blaine, gender, rank, main magic attribute, and other information were stamped ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) in ink.

Then Leonardo noticed the phrase 'War Veteran' engraved in silver letters beneath the other information.

It was a term meaning a war veteran, indicating someone eligible for veterans’ benefits in the empire.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

"I was dishonorably discharged, so this shouldn’t apply to me."

"Everyone knows you’re a war hero, so why wouldn’t it? And the issuing authority is the Commander of the Council."

Leonardo laughed in disbelief at the man’s answer, which carried a stubborn air.

He felt as if he’d heard similar words before. Was it, 'I’m a duke, so why wouldn’t it be possible?'

As he recalled that memory anew, strength suddenly went into the back of his hand, where those authoritative lips had touched. Still unconsciously pressing over the phrase, Leonardo shifted his eyes to the Commander’s signature scrawled above the issuing authority’s seal in the lower right corner.

He remembered seeing many other people’s registration cards, but there were hardly any cases where an agency official’s signature was included. That meant the signer was vouching personally for the registration card owner’s information.

Along with that, 'Agrizendro Territory' was written in the Jurisdiction Territory field below.

He knew that usually, the place of residence was entered there. But he didn’t have any officially contracted house to speak of...

Leonardo’s lips parted slightly. He looked up at Hugo, eyes asking what this meant.