"... what is this"
Mary's low voice echoes in the tranquil carriage with Sin.
Everyone is turning away to peel the answer away, and only the sigh someone threw up follows it.
The view outside the window, which should have been peaceful, is turned, and the sun is supposed to be hitting, but darker and darker shadows are stirring. All the buildings lined up are noticeably aging, and few have cracked windows houses.
He said he only drove the carriage for a few dozen minutes, but the kid's yellow voice, his vibrancy, everything disappeared. The smiling sight earlier seems to be a lie.
But I guess this is the everyday landscape for Anna, she looked out the window and said the house was near here.
"Yes...... Anna's house is near here..."
"But you don't have a mother, and we don't have anyone..."
"Then we'll stay together a little longer. I'm gonna have to go talk to her for a little while now, but I'd be so comfortable if Anna could come with me."
Will you hang out with me? And Mary asked, and Anna nodded, lightening her expression.
Did you think you'd be sent back to a house where no one else was? Of course I can't do that.
Most importantly, you can't have her present in a discussion with the lord. It's a difficult story for kids, and if it's an argument, it can hurt Anna.
I don't want young Anna to talk harshly.
... of
"You talk so much!
I frowned that Mary had gone to Anna's statement that
"Chi, it's not. That's the Aya of the Word...... Don't use such noisy language."
"Pamper yourself, you're good to go!
"Not good, I've had a negative impact"
Shit, and Mary and Patrick look at each other. Both "Kotempan" and "Take It Away" are words we have spoken. The young Anna couldn't help but remember the noise.
Sorry about your parents...... and Mary nagging. What if I become a cliche in the future?
Patrick is also rightly saying, "I'd rather not use that word," but none of it is convincing because it was spoken by me, which is nothing else.
"You shouldn't care so much about your daughter or Master Patrick. Kids want to remember and use words they don't want you to remember."
Addy comforts me as I smile bitterly.
In contrast, she continued to "good luck" as Anna pursued further, laughing joyfully as Addy covered her mouth with puffs and hands.
Look at the interaction. Mary puts on her abdomen. My child, like Anna, speaks the words of remembrance - will it also speak the words that parents will have trouble with - pleasantly? I just want you to remember a beautiful word if you can, but maybe it doesn't even work that way.
You noticed such a Mary trick, Patrick called me by name. Asked what was wrong, Mary panicked and took her hand off her abdomen.
I'm sure he's already noticed, but Alicia still doesn't know about Mary's pregnancy. 'If I were known, it would be a fuss, so refrain now,' Patrick would also like to say. To a sharp blue gaze, Mary nodded back.
"Nothing. Never mind."
"I know you're going to think of Anna, but don't push me too hard."
"Yeah, thanks"
He cares while clouding his words, and then he rides on deception. How can I count on you?
While expressing appreciation for that, Mary glanced at Alicia with a chill wondering if she would have misled her......
He breathed on the side looking out the window with his harsh eyes.
"Mr. Alicia..." stops the call. So much so that Alicia's expression today is so harsh, and so beautiful that she falls in love.
Purple eyes firmly capture the difference between the rich and the poor, and shaped lips are bound together to indulge in anger. The expression was so intimidating that it could not even be remembered, assuming that it was Alicia today that Mary would have had respect and dignity.
Mary doesn't seem to be the only one who was experiencing the intimidation drifting from her, and she looks at Alicia with a freaking look that Addy said was surprising, too. Patrick, sitting next to her, also stared at Alicia's side again and gently rubbed her arm.
Alicia turns to me again. Fluffy and shake your blonde hair and round your purple eyes properly. That's the usual Alicia look.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Me, I'm thinking... Uh, what were you talking about?
"... Alicia, you've been thinking a lot more difficult."
"It is...... After the scenery changes, I often see my kids alone...... I've told people who use the Eldland family in detail that there aren't many parents in some parts of Silvino who can't raise children..."
Alicia looks out the window again with a cut look.
Says the difference between the rich and poor in Silvino is intense, and in some territories there is no working mouth. Even if there is, the wealthy people will almost pay it to their own nostalgia as an intermediary fee.
Thanks to this, the difference between the rich and the poor becomes more intense, and those who are abused will not even be able to make money to live.
At the end of the affliction, sometimes the earner leaves the house, like Anna's father, or he can't be raised and keeps his children approximate. They say the orphanage is full everywhere.
Even Anna has to live in an orphanage if her mother doesn't get back in shape like this.
To Anna like that, and to the children who are separated from her parents, I guess she lays herself on top of what she once lived in an orphanage.
"There were also children in the orphanage I was in who could be kept for a variety of reasons. Some kids have no choice, others say it's best to be kept. Of course, life in an orphanage isn't bad.... but I can't believe that parents and children want to be together and that doesn't force them to live a hard life"
Parents and children are separated because of the distress, and the lord pretends not to see it...
I guess the current situation is unforgivable. Though it is the voice color that calms me down, the pressure drifts on every word Alicia may say.
Instead of complaining about dissatisfaction with the usual fuzz, he is angry about the dodgy system of another country as the princess of one country.
Purple eyes are directed towards Mary. Beautiful, high-spirited eyes.
"Dear Mary, I can't allow Anna and I to feel any more painful. I will be present as a princess if I can help you with this discussion."
"Oh, yeah, I like that..."
To Alicia's assertion, Mary returns the barometric pressure.
I was like, "Anna and I will defend our territory!" I thought you'd shake hands. On the contrary, we will storm at the usual rate with Yukan.
But now Alicia is the opposite. With the memory of my childhood growing up in an orphanage, I am trying to keep my swirling anger on my chest and act calmly and, more importantly, as a powerful princess.
If a slight but barometric Mary tells him to act like a queen in a sarcastic mix, Alicia returns to her usual state of mind and says, "Leave it to me!," he slapped himself in the chest.
The carriage slowly stopped so as to support Alicia's determination to do so.
If you look at it, the scenery has returned to calm again. Apparently, through a block, he reached the affluent neighborhood again.
I'm going to be dazzled by too many falls because this is present in one territory at the same time.
But there was no time to mourn, and the carriage door was knocked. It is Guidus who slowly opens it and peeks into his face.
"We have arrived. The lord is waiting for you here."
"What is this place?
"It's a lord's villa.... of a few."
Guidus tells with a roaring voice.
Even so, the villa itself is not a bad habit. The Alberts own some of the villas, as do the Eldlands. Sometimes a wealthy home, not just a nobleman, sets up a separate home in a remote land for a vacation.
If this were a normal place, Mary would have flushed "a fine villa," too.
But now that the sight is still burning in my brain, I don't feel comfortable praising this villa. Instead, it just makes me angry more.
Many villas of lords will be built on the sidelines of the inhabitants who are forced to live in distressed and broken houses.
Can we talk so arrogantly?
We have to do something about this.
The moment I changed my mind so much, I said, "Anna!" and a high voice sounded.
Looking back from no-one, and Anna saying, "Mother!" and rush out with a voice up.
There were Lang and Lucien, behind them Roberto.
... and one woman.
Will the year be ten better than Mary's? He's skinny and pale enough to be anxious to watch this one fall even now.
The woman promptly called Anna's name and rushed over, following slightly.
A woman's hand equally hugs her little Anna's body one by one, holding Anna's strong embrace like a jump.
"Grandma, Grandma......!
"Anna, why didn't you go to the facility properly! Knowing Anna's not in the facility, I'm worried about your mother......!
"I'm sorry, Grandma, I really... Mother!
"I'm glad you're safe...... I would have been anxious. You would have been scared......!
Call your names as you hug each other to make sure they're safe.
Finally, Anna buried her face in her mother's chest and raised her voice to cry out if she was impressed. It's a loud, screaming, childish cry that just says the anxiety and loneliness you've been experiencing has overflowed.
The mother embracing it is also sifting her shoulders again, hugging her so hard that she is likely to crush her little Anna.
I exhaled relief from no one at the reunion of my mother and daughter.