A Wish to Grab Happiness

Closed windows and curtains, in a room containing slight darkness. Did you just clean it? It didn't fit anything like dust. Overall, it's a strangely clean room.

As far as I'm concerned, I feel uncomfortable. Beautiful is a good thing, but people like me don't feel like they deserve it.

There was my raised parent - Mr. Nines - in a room like that, like never before. I look this way from the top of the bed as my purple eyes open loosely.

It's been a few years since I was a garrison kingdom, but I really don't see it, like, unusual. Dare I say, have you lost a little weight?

It wasn't really human, it was enough to make me wonder if it was such a long-lived species.

Mr. Nines' slightly longer lips draw lines on his cheeks. The bandaged hands are thrown out on the sheets. Her throat rang slightly.

"What. You have a rare visitor today.... No, or should I say welcome back, Rugis"

Once upon a time, Mr. Nines said with a grin as it were when you welcomed me. Like I said, there was nothing there before we got here. In the usual tone.

I miss it, and then the warm feeling spreads through my guts. No matter how you scratch a human, you may not be able to resist something called homesickness.

Sitting back in the chair provided, I turn my thoughts on how I have now returned the words. My lips were strange, heavy.

There must be a lot of words to speak. In fact, I kept every word in my skull until I came to this room.

But now none of them are going to come out of my mouth. It was as if every word had even turned into a hard stone.

I have no choice. If they're going to behave the same way they used to, I'm going to try to be one of them. I can do as many acts as I want.

"Right now, is that okay, Mr. Nines? It's been a long time since I returned."

With my words, Mr. Nines smiles. The nostalgic, somewhere pranky colour appeared in its expression.

"It's about you. I'm guessing you're having some strange thoughts again, and I had a prediction - oh, no. I didn't expect you to come see me with a bunch of ladies."

No, wait. What are you going to say, this nurturing parent?

My cheeks are crunchy. I didn't know, I was letting my mouth drop.

Nothing. I'm not letting a woman serve me, and I don't remember ever doing that.

Regardless, since it is about Mr. Nines, I understand the approximate matter and put it out in my mouth. I want you to be careful what you say and do that is too misleading. My life can jump when a bad word comes out. Mostly by the hand of Kalia.

Mr. Nines was sitting behind me, Kalia, Fialert, and then only slightly shifted his gaze to Philos, then says.

"I didn't remember educating like this, but who do I resemble? I don't know what to say, but you're going to burn yourself."

Mr. Nines says it still looks really funny with a smile on his face.

Whatever. I had somewhat of a feeling that the first resumption in a long time was the worst of all. Does this person have no shards of such thoughts?

No, or am I the other way around?

Seems the latter is better if you say one. If that's the case, what a pity.

I said as I stroked my lips, pulling my shoulders gently and carefully.

Mr. Nines nods with his throat rattling, so he opens his mouth wondering if he was just here to say hello. I guess not, I was telling him out of the blue.

Honestly, I had absolutely no problem just saying hello. They still don't forgive me, they say. Karia jumps her lips before I do. That little hand was on my shoulder.

A little, my fingers feel like eating into the meat. Stop it, it sounds like a scratch.

"I would like to ask you about his origins. Anyway, he wouldn't talk to me about it."

No, I think I've told you several times that I'm an orphan. There is nothing to talk about sooner or later. Karia's silver hair is shaking right next to her sight.

Mr. Nines loosened his expression to Karia's words for a moment before opening his lips.

"That's all for today. Earlier, the Virgin Mattia and the Queen of Gaza came to hear about him, too, to be exact."

She lifts her eyelashes slightly to the words. Then I peered into Mr. Nines' face. Those pitiful eyes pierce me from the front.

Is that so? There was some conjecture at that point as to what Mr. Nines was going to say. Probably make it Mattia. Make it Eldis. It must have been your destiny, not mine.

crest culmination and head of the aerial garden Gaza. There's only one thing you should hear directly from Mr. Nines until they get their legs together.

It is up to Arueno, the Virgin of the Catholic Church.

The fact that Arueno was originally at Mr. Nines' disposal would be in their ears at least.

If so, the person should have a deep grasp. What person she is, what judgment she makes, what thoughts she holds in her chest.

They must be abominable and necessary. Arueno is more than an archdeacon - an enemy Virgin.

It's Altius. You can't just leave the evil spirits out of it, you can't just leave them out of it.

As far as I'm concerned, I can't help but have this complicated feeling that I've been torn in the chest. It never feels good to be explored about one's own thoughts.

Mr. Nines leaks a slight voice out of his mouth as he shifts his gaze to Kalia.

"Well, is it from Rugis? Even so, other than being an orphan, I don't know. My predecessors picked it up. I remember being a strangely eye-catching kid at night."

The point is, before Mr. Nines became the owner of the orphanage, everyone's mother took his place. Occasionally, I remember hearing someone say it.

Honestly, I hardly remember because I was picked up in an orphanage and died right after.

When she died, people other than me cried a lot, but I remember not being able to blend in.

Mr. Nines hardly talks about his predecessors. That's not because Mr. Nines hated someone he called his predecessors. I guess just because I don't like it when Mr. Nines says it's his own thoughts from the beginning.

Thoughts are of the nature that if they're in your chest, that's fine, this person.

Thereafter, where Karia exchanged words with Mr. Nines several times and tried to step into people's embarrassing memories, the fialert moved her lips, as she remembered.

"There's one more thing I'd like to ask you, and that.... That girl you just told me about. Rugis'... No, do you mean the witch Arueno?"

Mr. Nines causes his purple eyes to tilt to the words pronounced by the fialert. That's how my gaze turned to me.

You talked to me, that's all I'm saying. Mr. Nines remained faceless and had a clear protest on his lips.

No, I wonder what you need to protest about. The fact that me and Arueno are childhood friendly is not to blame, it's just a fact. You can't deny it there.

No, but wait. I didn't remember telling Fialert anything like that.

But, well, to put it the other way around, I don't even remember hiding it. I may have spoken somewhere around Kalia. That's not why there's any problem.

Returning her gaze without affirmation or denial, Ms. Nines glanced across the room for a moment and looked at everyone's face before saying:

"If we talked, we had no choice. Yes, it's about Arueno. I used to take care of you. On that edge, I know a little bit about character"

Only for a moment in the words, I felt the indoor air heavy and strained. I'm not sure who the other cause is. Maybe it was me, or maybe it wasn't anyone's fault.

I guess I guessed it. Mr. Nines said, daring with a gentle grin.

"But good. I thought you were still dragging on Arueno."

The purple eyes turned only slightly to the face behind me. After that, Mr. Nines continues his words with something still pranky in his eyes.

"It would be good if we could make a separation and take a new path. Once the road is broken, there is a way to walk again."

I gave it back, leaning on my shoulder, to Mr. Nines' words like that. From the bottom of my heart, I wondered what you were talking about.

Naturally, I understood what you were trying to say. Still, I wasn't willing to accept it.

"- Nothing, you won't have to make a separation. I've been me since then, and she's her. There's no difference."

Again, the air broke. Now, accompanied by a clear sound.