† † (harmonian perspective)
Dear Sir, Dear Grandpa,
Your granddaughter, Harmonia Prenzel, now works daily at the School of Magic in the Principality of Leanglard, studying.
Travelling from the empire, as early as a few months, it was at first unfamiliar dormitory life, but now we are also used to dormitory life and have peaceful and enjoyable days.
I also make a lot of friends and live a full life.
My grandfather was worried that I would be able to have friends with him with a keen mind, but he managed to do it.
No, I managed not to make some noise, but to create a being called the best friend I could not get in my previous fourteen years of life.
That and both of them.
I'll only introduce you to them to your grandfather.
One is Ismire von Granitz.
Grandpa would know, but he belongs to the Granitz family.
She's a kind child and the opposite of me.
I'm just a very horse-fitting kid, and talking with you calms my heart.
The other best friend's name is Fiona.
My first friend to come to this college.
He's my big best friend.
She's an adorable kid with golden hair, whose personality is honest and innocent, and if angels exist in this world, I think she looks like her.
No, maybe she's the angel.
If I hadn't been able to be friends with her, I might have lived an isolated and lonely college life in my class.
You know best what I mean by being firm, don't you, Grandpa?
Fiona's influence is amazing because it rounds up my personality just a little bit like that.
I want to introduce you to Grandpa someday.
"that you've made friends like Fiona"
"that a nice kid like Fiona has become my friend"
I nod because I want to report it to my favorite grandfather.
Harmonia was even running the pen, but along the way, the movement stops.
You can write as many important memories as you want with your favorite Fiona, but you can't just write about it forever.
The number of sheets of paper in the envelope is limited, and my grandfather will be tired of all the same stories.
Plus, there's something more important than having a friend.
Or maybe you want to report that one to your grandfather.
Harmonia concentrated her consciousness again on paper and pen as if to dampen her sooner beating.
Well, Grandpa.
I will also write Fiona's story in the next letter.
What I'm about to write is a consultation matter.
No, would you please?
Grandpa's granddaughter, Harmonia, will also be fourteen this year.
It's fifteen next year.
Grandpa used to be,
"I won't die until I see you as a harmonian bride"
And you said it.
At that time, I...
"I'm not going to your wife. I will succeed my grandfather as a fine magician."
And I replied with a rough nose, but I'm going to rethink that idea.
As Grandpa said, only praising the truth of witchcraft is not the human way of life.
That's what I came to think.
So maybe you can fulfill your grandfather's wishes.
I will also be fifteen next year, old enough to get married.
If, at that time, the words your grandfather uttered weren't a joke, you might take a nice man home next year or so.
Maybe two birds with one stone because we will inevitably take our friends with us then.
Well, this one is unknown, so I'll leave it around here.
I'm quick, but I'm glad your mother wore the bridesmaid costume at the wedding, re-tailored for me.
Harmonia ended with the words "Dear Grandfather, Better Than Your Granddaughter" and put the brush down.
I look at the last letter and accidentally dye my cheeks.
"Bride Costume (Wedding Dress), or -"
Harmonia's parents are not already from this world.
Artifacts and more were mostly organized, but only the bridesmaid costume that Harmonia's mother wore for her wedding was sleeping in a corner of the warehouse.
My grandfather kept it for my granddaughter one day.
When I was young, I saw that beautiful dress, and it made me tempt myself, but I didn't think I was going to have a day to put my sleeve through it.
Whatever his childhood, because when he was somewhat mindful, Harmonia's inspiration had shifted more to witchcraft than to "his daughter-in-law".
How can you cultivate a magic path rather than beautiful clothes?
How to be a fine magician like my grandfather.
I was starting to think about that all the time.
In a way, he may have been an unattractive child.
If you conclude so yourself,
- But...
And I suppressed my heart from the top of my clothes.
Not now, I confess in my mouth.
Harmonia today was an age-appropriate girl.
Live thoughts in your heart and meet them every day.
Every day, I was rotten, wondering if I could get any closer to that thinker, Dr. Kite, or be his wife.
If I showed this to myself a few years ago,
"I forgot then that I swore to the stars of North Chen that I would pray for the way of sorcery and succeed my grandfather!?
I was going to get the scolding, but I don't care.
The human mind is easy to change.
It was more unnatural to meet a nice, well-dressed teacher like Dr. Kite and be able to stay put.
Yes, I defended myself, but I notice something.
"Does the fact that the human mind is migratory and changeable mean that in a year's time, the present feelings are also changing?"
Sometimes, for example, this burning love heart cools?
That came to mind.
"Yeah, that's impossible."
and a harmonia that shakes its neck to the side.
This high heartbeat will not fit so easily that it is likely to break through your chest.
Besides, Harmonia still hasn't given up her magic path.
Become Dr. Kite's daughter-in-law.
And, I had decided, it's not synonymous with being a daughter-in-law and giving up the magic path.
"You can go to college while you're married, or you can't be the best sorcerer's daughter-in-law. There are ways to teach your husband magic while you do your wife."
And, think of your path map.
As mentioned, my feelings for magic in the harmonia have been somewhat calmer but not diminished.
I would feel the same way about Dr. Kite.
A year from now, this burning romance will be a little calm.
But ten years from now, it's never gone.
Thirty years from now.
Maybe that feeling won't go away until Harmonia dies.
That's how Harmonia liked Dr. Kite.