I know that there is one person who has spent Gosh's visit hiding in the shadows.
Blind, elegant in appearance, the tone is southern (Meena says the southern tone is a "masculine tone"), and quite a characteristic gosh, but the first thing to be told before anything like that is that "he is Stella's son".
The oldest in our shop, the goblin of an old woman who can use magic, and the unvoiceable witch of star chants - named Stella Goblin.
As a job, I mainly take care of the little ones and use them for magical instruction.
Stella was originally a merchandise slave to the mobile merchant corps that came at the flea market and was sold at a fairly low price. I found out that I was a "valuable person who could use magic" and bought it.
Let's get back to it.
She was long separated from her son, Gosh... should be. I didn't know about the detailed past, but I only knew that I had a son and that I was separated from him because of my appraisal skills, too.
It wasn't until I bought Gosh at Miloir's that I found out more about Stella's past. From the word "liberation" of the Goblin settlement, I learned something.
That is, living apart. It is common in this world to talk about parents and children living and breaking up in wars, etc.
"Stella, okay?
To my inquiry, Stella turned to me with her face up.
"What is it?"
"What is it, not. You don't have to exchange words with your son."
"… so did you know"
"It's obvious, right?
I sat next to her, reading Stella's mouth movements. Stella can't talk. That's why I need to read from my lip movements what I'm trying to talk about with my appraisal skills.
"Because Stella is. I thought you wanted to see Gosh.
♪ Yes, I wanted to see you ♪
Then why?
"……"
Stella remained silent. I kept quiet, too. There was no word between them, only a quiet time without sound, heavily creeping on the spot.
It was a bad time. It was a very unpleasant time, caught in the illusion that I was annoying the old lady.
Because of that, I was the one who tried to break the silence first.
"... Normally, you want to exchange words. I don't know what the hell happened to you while you were away from yourself, how you've been spending it, that's what you want to hear."
"... Yeah, I thought"
"Then why don't you do it?
"... I wonder why"
Stella smiled ambiguously.
I decided to shut up once. How sad her smile seemed, for she was hesitant to hear any more. I'm not going to blame Stella for anything, and I'm going to try not to sound like I'm blaming you - but it's a topic that's going to look like it if you try to listen. "How could you not?" - That's what I mean, to put it bluntly.
I imagined Stella's feelings. I'm pretty sure you want to see me. I'm also sure you want to exchange words. So why aren't you going to do it? Guilt, sorry, or other emotions - the reasoning went very clapping. It was just a guess. Empathy seemed like a very difficult area.
I read the psychograph of the appraisal skills. As expected, it indicated "guilt" and "grief". From the size of the graph to the extent of its emotions were also found. Only that she's sad, I understand very well.
Empathy, after all, seemed difficult.
(... well, sometimes you don't want to see me)
Happy just to be seen in the face. Such parent-child relationships must also be in this world. I was more than half convinced by those words and thought about them as they were.
- It's a lie. Happiness just because you are seen in the face is happier if you can exchange words. It's just that it's very difficult for some reason.
"Stella. I'm going to keep my mouth shut about you to Gosh. That's what I'm going to tell the other slaves. When you're determined, at your time, you should have a conversation. I'm sure Gosh would like that too."
"… please consider, it hurts"
"I'll say it again. Gosh, I'm sure he wants it. I'm sure you won't have to feel guilty."
"……"
"Or maybe I can easily say this because I don't know Stella's past."
"……"
"If you look at it from a third party, it's crazy."
"... how"
"Hmm?"
Half the time, Stella had said that to me as if she were no longer whining to herself.
"How can my blind son have a conversation with my silent mother?"
The question had been thrown straight at me. And that's what I wanted to hear from Stella (...).
I didn't make a mistake, and I didn't forget Stella couldn't talk. I was waiting for Stella to say that.
- My mother sang a very beautiful lullaby.
Such gosh words were played again in me. In other words, Stella used to sing (...).
"You're the one. Are you sure you can't speak up?
Yes, I'm sure that's why Stella doesn't want to see Gosh - and I'm stepping on it.
"... Yes"
……
"……"
"... sorry, just give me a minute"
- It worked, I just thought, because I got an unexpected reply, I didn't know what was going on for a moment.