Oh, the morning is here.
What face should I see Brother Albert?
I wonder if I can skip the archery of the sword......, no, if I fail to make an effort, I lose there.
I left the room and tried to go to the garden, and I heard someone talking in the hallway.
Is this voice Albert, your brother and your father?
We ran into each other quickly.
"It pissed the ants off"
"Should I still say the real reason?
The real reason? I want to hear that.
"You better not do that."
Whatever! I don't care!
"Let me hear it"
I accidentally showed up in front of Brother Albert and his father with the guilt of eavesdropping and the desire to know why.
"Ali......"
Albert, your brother looks a little awkward.
Don't worry, brother, I don't care anymore.
But let's not put this in your mouth. I want to abuse your brother a little more. Be a bad girl.
"There you are, Alicia"
"Yes, Father. Is that the real reason?"
Your father shut his mouth.
I wonder why you won't tell me. Is that what you have to keep a secret? I must have a right to know.
"Father?
"Alicia, I'll tell you by the time you get to magic school. Is that all right?
We have five more years before we go to magic school.
Is that something a kid can't teach you?
But whatever I say here, you're not gonna tell me, so you're gonna have to accept it, right?
"Yes, Father."
When I said that, your father stroked my head, saying he was a good boy.
I want you to stop treating me like a child, but you're only 10 years old.
Albert, should I apologize for persistently saying too much to your brother yesterday?
... but I didn't say anything wrong, so you don't have to apologize, do you?
Besides, bad girls don't apologize that easily.
Albert, your brother is looking at me with sad eyes, but be patient.
Because I'm a bad girl.... Bad girls are pretty tough. How easy would it be to say a word about not caring?
Already! My heart is kind of moaning.
Me, I want to be a bad girl, but I don't want my heart to freshen up.
But if I told you not to worry about it, I'd hate it the other way around.
"Dear Albert, it's time"
A samurai came to get Brother Albert when I was thinking about it.
That's right, brother Albert. School has schools. Brother Albert has gone as is.
... what shall we do? I can't think of a solution to wipe out this Moya Moya in my heart.
... Maybe I should talk to Uncle Will.
This is the first time I've been to a poor village this time of year.