Silk and Alistair were in front of the orphanage.
It is the director of the hospital, Isco, who bows to them.
"Thank you, Mr. Silk, Mr. Alister. Thanks to them, it would have been a wonderful experience for the children."
"……I had fun too"
"(I didn't have fun)"
Silk and Alistair encourages Isco to raise his head with a smile.
The latter considers the worst in heart, but is safe because it is not stripped.
"... Thank you, Alister. Thanks to you ..."
When Silk takes his eyes off Isco, he looks up at the alister standing next to it.
"... really, can I get this?"
A pure white dress was embraced in her arms.
I would take myself off and take it back because I would be exposed to Primo if I returned home.
But since it's so expensive, she asks Alistair again if she really can make it her own.
"Oh, I don't want to be returned to me.
"I won't do that worst thing"
Alistair nodded nicely.
"……Thank you"
Silk, unaware of the Holy Sword's efforts, thanked Alistair.
The cheeks, which had become faintly reddish, did not notice him, cursing the inner sacred sword.
"Oh, Mr. Silk. This is for you ..."
"e……?"
Isco offered something to her.
Looking at what he received, the silk was surprisingly small and rounded.
"This is a letter?"
It was a small folded paper.
If you spread it out and look at the moonlight, it is a very poor and bad character for adults and educated silk.
However, I knew who wrote it, and the silk didn't seem to fool at all.
"The kids seemed to be impressed by the drama ... and I started writing right away.
"……of course"
The silk chest was full of warm things.
For the first time, she was able to play in front of people, received a white dress from Alistair as a costume, and received letters from the first audience.
This day is arguably the happiest day since becoming a slave.
"... I wanted to do a play, and my dream grew again. I got this letter and I got Alister to get the dress ..."
I try to turn that warm feeling into words.
However, as an actor, he may have been disqualified, but he couldn't do anything.
As a result, the silk wrapped Alistair's hands in both hands and begged with a thin, glowing expression.
"... Thank you, Alister"
"(Eh .........)"
Alistair's inner heart was a disgusting thing when viewed from the side.
That's why I couldn't react to the silk movement.
“…………?”
The silk, standing straight on his toes, stretched his lush lips against Alistair's cheek.
It was a momentary event and the contact was quickly broken.
However, the feel was very lingering, with Alistair putting his hand on his cheek and silk on his lips.
He was stunned, and she turned embarrassedly with no expression.
"Aw"
Isco, who was looking from the side, was just smiling laughing.
"……See you"
Thanks to him for going out with the drama and even the dress.
However, he might have run away and misrepresented it.
She couldn't show her a reddish face to Alister, and she said so and ran around with her back.
Because tomorrow, we can meet again there.
Alistair who saw her off ...
"(Well, it was dangerous. It would be the worst if it was in your mouth. Even if you found a woman with a parasite, it would have been troublesome if you were a fool who cares about the first kiss. Well, kiss But how do you know for the first time?) "
"You ... it's the worst"
I was still thinking about the worst thing.
The holy sword sighed, a voice that can only be heard by Alistair.
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"Huh ..."
On the way back to where he had to be, Silk couldn't hold his smile.
Until now, I've never felt so relaxed when returning to that place.
A cramped place that can be used as a slave and cannot even speak of a dream.
When I was going back to that place, I couldn't be proud.
But now I have a sense of achievement and happiness.
Being able to take the first step in the dream of performing a play in front of many people, and being able to receive wonderful gifts such as dresses and letters from those who support it.
This alone seemed to withstand the brutal abuse of Primo for a while.
"Isn't it silky enough?"
"―――――― H !?"
I heard the voice I wanted to hear most, which drowned out that feeling.
He turned around like a flipper, and a man, who was the one he didn't want to see most, stood with an escort.
His name is Primo Salati. He was the current lord who murdered Silk's parents and used her in slavery.