Quietly closing the book to avoid breaking the finish, the children clapped their hands simultaneously.
"After all, Master Brave is awesome!
"The brave ones are fine, but the knights are wonderful after all! I admire it!"
"A" -! "
"I wasn't sure about the end"
"What happened to you heroes?!? He's alive, isn't he?!?
"Sister, I'm starving."
My first child, the one I've heard so many times. Responses to readings vary, too.
Return the book to the shelf as you drop off the backs of the kids jumping out of the tent with your thoughts.
Any form is fine.
It's important that we tell this story. As an anecdote that everyone knows.
Leaving the tent, the book of the night was finally down.
Check the pillar clock in the square, just at dinner. From there, there is an appetite-inducing scent.
Again, many are still out in the open. But for that matter, I felt that people's breath felt familiar.
Continue down a busy street even when it gets dark and head under that guy.
A little wind involving dust, blowing all over the place.
Close your eyes and hold your redhead hair down to your chest. Due to the lack of shelter, these occasional strong winds relentlessly escape through the city. We will have to hurry up the construction of the wall.
-? Of what, it would be a story.
Walking the clutter often came to the front of the building. When I tried to reach for the door to get in,
"Ah. Just in time. I was just about to pick you up."
I pulled a badly erected door and let her peek inside.
The tiny face, tidy in white, is full of dust, and the beautiful golden thread hair is flaky and messy. Clothes are just as worn out due to daily work. Wherever you look in the world, there's no such thing as a servant.
But the smile and standing abound with the character of being born. This person was equipped with a charm that attracted people that would not be damaged by any style.
"Come on, come in. Come in. Let's have dinner!
Nor has that trick of tilting your little necks with your hands together become disgusting.
- Oh, it's a dream.
That's when I realize I don't have any contact with this person.
... Speaking of which, that guy who loved when it was said. A phenomenon you realize when you're dreaming in a dream. Well, what did you call it?
'Myself' enters the room as a matter of course, accompanying her to the table.
Work progress, how the kids are doing. Share a variety of information. Like my best friend for years, feel free.
She behaves brightly in her temperament, but she has a bear under her eyes that she can't even hide.
Aren't you tired? I asked.
"Right...... right. But you can't make weak noises."
I know.
- You can't possibly know.
This person is straightforward everywhere, honest. I know very well that I deserve better as a mentor...
"I think we're going to have a lot of trouble right now. But be sure..."
Whatever the predicament, the light that dwells in its emerald eyes will not be lost.
This is who I am. She will get it done. And myself,
- I wonder who.
Who is this' self '?
I don't know, because I can't see my face myself.
"I know I still have a lot of trouble -"
Her mouth spinned.
"We will continue to rely on you. Mia - aide."
So, I understood it was definitely a dream.
Title I don't know. Most importantly, it was followed by a surname that could not have been called… and it was in a name that could never have been my own.
Assuming that happens, I'm happy. But at the same time, sad.
With such a name, Mia was convinced that this was a dream.