Aria, who was to be caged in the library from morning to evening, was to bring a blanket there by the end of the week. Worried about Aria, who forgets to eat and keeps reading books, Rebecca now regularly plugs in food for me. I tuck the sandwich I got ready in my mouth all at once, thankfully, and open the new book I took out of my bookshelf.
What Aria took was a bunch of paper that she didn't even know could be called a book. The books just wrapped up in strings are mellow, so old that accidentally they seem to be sprinkled.
"Black Beast......"
Aria has been reading books looking for those words. Because I wanted to prove that there was no connection between the "black beast" and the "werewolf". Generally, it is much harder to prove "no" than to prove "certain".
But on the other hand, what if I wanted to find something that would lead to the werewolves? I wonder if that still holds more hope. Isn't it as if what you should have looked for was different in the first place?
"Hurrieus Weisman......"
Relying on my childhood memories, I unwind a bunch of old paper in a heartbeat.
"King of the Beast..."
Aria's mother told me that she inherited it from her mother again and made me read it. In it, the words were written. Living behind a deep forest, king of beasts. The Kind Beast King, who loved nature, said that he dwelt in his body the colour of the moon.
My mother laughed because she pointed to Aria's grey eyes and said, "You're aligned," so she pointed to my mother's eyes and laughed in the same way as "Your mother, too." So the king of beasts thought he had the same gray eyes as Aria. But maybe the color of the moon they live in is not their eyes...
The finger that was following the plundered letter stops perfectly. Then I finally traced one sentence I found with my fingers many times and put it on my lips.
"I found it......!
King of beasts. Hurrieus Weisman.The name of the gentle-minded beast with the fur of the moon was certainly engraved there. Not in the arranged literature of hard words, etc., but in the happy stories that would once have been told to children by adults -.
Embrace a bunch of paper in your chest and pop out of your library. If you read this, you'll all understand. That Siegfried is not a horrible black beast or something. That there was nothing to be afraid of from the beginning.
Running through the hallway with a flying momentum, he hits Lars, who has just turned the corner, and jumps. A fluffy floating body was embraced before I thought this had happened before.
"Excuse me! Are you okay?
Have it down on the floor and snort. Keep your cheeks dyed thin with excitement and push the bunch of paper you held tight against Lars.
"Is it garbage?
"No! It's important, so don't throw it away!
"It looks so dirty..."
"Don't throw it away!
"Oh, I see."
"When your father-in-law returns, tell him to read this!
"Do you see this filth? Will you read it..."
"If you tell me that betting is my win, I will read it!
"What do you mean... Dear Aria!?"
He flies brilliantly trying to rush out and is woken up by Lars to help him. Due to lack of exercise and sleep these days, I can't move my legs as much as I think.
"Excuse me......"
"Don't run down the hall because it's dangerous."
"Yes......"
"Where are you going in such a hurry?
"Before the mold grows, I'm going to pull Master Sieg out"
"Dear Aria, it is"
"It's not safe. 'Cause it's not a full moon yet, and, you know, it's not that kind of day..."
Spin the beans and words in your mouth as you turn your face bright red. I was embarrassed to have unconsciously placed both hands on my lower abdomen, combining my hands to deceive them.
"I haven't seen Dear Sieg in the past week. I miss you. Shouldn't I go see him?
Look up at Lars' face in a high position and blink loudly with anticipation. Lars, who had a difficult face, pulled his shoulder out all the time.
"Right. Excuse me. I overreacted too... do you have a whistle?
"Yes. Here."
He wraps the string around his neck and pulls out the whistle that was stuck in his shirt. The string that was cut off when it bit me in the neck, Rebecca replaced it with a new one. Beautifully knitted hemp strings are also said to be a substitute for amulets. When I hold the whistle up so Lars can see it better, I get the usual clumsy grin.
"I'm nearby, too, so call me as soon as something happens"
"Thank you"
Thank you for your care and leave Lars to hurry down the hallway. Now don't run, go for Siegfried's room with a quick leg. When you do your right hand to your head, your fingertips touch an embroidered cloth. Siegfried and matching hair bands are still there today.
Light peach blouse with fluffy sleeves and a bright blue jumper skirt. Siegfried is probably my favorite combination. I glanced at the mirror every day since I got here and learned a little of his taste.
Hair doesn't grow enough to tie yet, but even this hairstyle isn't bad. Because I know Siegfried's eyes sometimes chase fluffy moving hair tips for fun.
I find a shadow that's been turning down the hallway where we're almost there. Now he stopped his feet properly before hitting them and held down the hem of the dress trying to flutter and spread.
Mr. Viktor, what's going on here?
"I had a little time before I could meet His Majesty the Emperor, so I thought I'd finish my wild life."
"For wild use, what were you doing?
"Don't tell Aria."
Viktor laughing calmly puts his index finger on his lips. Really, Viktor hasn't changed for a long time. Calm, gentle and - I don't know what you're thinking. At the end of the day, I suspect you didn't even mean the confession you took that day.
'Cause if that was true, Aria would have waved Viktor. Viktor, who was supposed to have been shaken, was too usual, and I wonder if that day's confession was really a dream.
"Please don't do anything that wasn't there."
"Huh?"
"No, this is the story."
My chest whispered to the words I was told with a cool face. There are places like this in Viktor sometimes. I'm softly restless, wondering as if they're reading my mind.
"Are you still discussing this with your stepfather today? Rebecca tells me every day here..."
"It's a good opportunity, so I wanted to ask you to teach me a lot about the great ahead of my life."
Somehow, I felt like I could see Eduwalt looking bitter at Viktor against him. Viktor is quite similar to Bruno, his father.
"Is Aria at Siegfried's?
"Yes! Leave me alone, I must not grow mushrooms."
Answer me well in the mood and I'll laugh at you limp and small.
"Speak up whenever you change your mind"
"Huh?"
"Don't tell Master Siegfried."
Viktor's lips gently touched his forehead, leaving immediately. Viktor, with his index finger on his lips just like earlier, walked away quietly in the hallway. The remaining aria fanned her thinly dyed cheeks with both hands and proceeded with one foot again for Siegfried's room.