After breaking up with Mr. Caspel, he visited Arnold and his master again. Today, Arnold threw the next question, and the conversation proceeded in the form of a teacher's answer. Arnold asked meticulously how his master tried to treat his grandson Annette, and I was even taking notes beside it.
- When Arnold's question finally showed calm, it was just past lunch in time. Thanks and he went out to buy lunch for the three of us.
It was me and the two masters who were left behind. To the silence of nature and fallen, I remember Mr. Caspel's lonely expression.
I didn't feel like asking about my brother I found out about in an unexpected way, but I still wanted to shake off a little bit of my no longer sunny feelings, and then I came up with something I had doubted, and opened my mouth without thinking.
"Um, master. Can I ask you one thing that has nothing to do with autopsy?"
"Oh, my God."
My master holds me back with a slightly tired voice and expression.
I hesitated for a moment, but left it to momentum to open my mouth.
"Why did you welcome me as your apprentice? A little village, just a little girl..."
That was a question that had been caught in the corner of my mind all along.
Why you admitted my apprenticeship while you turned down Arnold's apprenticeship. There wasn't a deep reason, I used to think it was just a whim/spare time, but fulfill it.
Looking up at the master, she rubbed her chin with her hand and gave her a bare gesture to think about.
"I don't think it's appropriate to refer to the Lord, the youngest and assistant king of the genus, as just a little girl..."
"So, but you didn't know that at the time of your apprenticeship. Or at first glance, did you spot my talent?
My master, who laughed at me like he was teasing me, asked me questions unexpectedly because he felt the answer had been peeled off. Then,
"No way you can do that."
I answered with a cursory look.
I wonder, your master accidentally leans slightly. A shadow fell on his face, but his mouth was laughing.
"I'm not the kind of person who originally took disciples, and every applicant who came to visit me after hiding said a word of autopsy."
- I bite my lower lip that you've stepped on an unexpected mine.
I guess it wasn't hidden that your master's grandson had autopsy. He said he used his position to try various treatments, and maybe it was a famous story in the chef neighborhood at the time.
Then, as a renowned cook who actually managed to treat autochthonous diseases, I can also nod that many applicants came to ask about your master. But I guess your master didn't like that. Because she lost everything due to autopsy and came to a despicable village called Emme's Village. If that's the reason, then I'm also convinced that your master didn't quite welcome his apprentice.
But Arnold shouldn't have done so much. Until I told him, he seemed unaware of his master's past. And yet, why?
When I was wondering if I would repeat the question that way, the master himself offered me an answer to the question.
"Arnold himself didn't seem to know about Annette, but Merzedes did. Mercedes, who was consulted by Arnold as a native of the same village, introduced me without discussing the details. I did a terrible imitation of a young child who had come to such a despicable place now."
- Sarasa. The master said it, but it contained about two pieces of information that he knew for the first time.
One is that Mr. Merzedes also knows about his master's grandson, Annette. The photograph that was pinched in the notebook I found showed a girl very similar to Mr. Merzedes, but was that still her?
And the other thing is that Arnold and Mr. Merzedes are from the same village. Before becoming a mentor, it was an expression that there was interaction because it was from the same village.
Neither was the story that bothered me, but it's not like I'm going to dig deeper here. I pulled my jaw all the way and stared at my master. Then you noticed my gaze, and the master looked up at me and narrowed those red eyes. It was a look I miss the old days.
"The Lord is desperate to leave the village. Well, look at the Lord who knocked on the door and the lukerchief behind it... right, I accepted it on a whim."
You remember that day when I took a step to change the profession I was given (at best), my master has a calm grin. While a warm feeling arose in that expression, I felt the presence of this edition (Mirai) hissing when my master, who said he had accepted it on a whim, deliberately gave the name of Lukersch, not just me.
If there is no lie in your master's words, the reason why the early story accepted me is whimsical - it's like intuition. It is likely that it was orchestrated by God (staff). Yes, all for the brave of the future.
But even so, gratitude is the only thing that shakes respect for your master. It was no other master who gave me a new path unlike the future losing heroine. Without your master, I would still have scratched my feet in a small village.
"I can't believe that's happening... I may be on a curse that I can't escape from autopsy all my life."
Curse. The tone of the master who uttered the word was too cute.
A master who hated autopsy and moved to a despicable village because he never wanted to be involved again. In that future, a whimsical and welcoming disciple explores a cure for autopsy. That may all be a path set up by God (the staff), but from your master's point of view, it would only be an unlucky patrol.
I didn't force you to do this one, but I still can't ask that question when I think of your master's heart, and there was no conversation between us until Arnold returned.
"I will stay in the king's capital for a while. There's nothing to do in Emme's village. If there's anything I can do to help, tell me."
Words of your master, put on our backs trying to exit the room. Then Arnold, next door, looked back and walked over to his master.
"Then at least let me get you a room here. If you're in the royal castle, we'll prepare meals, and even if it's a lodging house, you can at least pay for your stay."
"It doesn't matter. Honestly, I don't have any trouble with the money. Besides, I was free to sightsee."
After all, your master didn't seem to want to come near the royal castle. I don't try to snort. Is that just not a good place to be stubborn, or is there a part of your past that catches on with Mr. Caspel, for another reason?
I'm not in trouble with money, the word would be true. He served as King's cook, the so-called high-paying, and lived a qualitative life in Emme's village after he hid. Nasty story, there must be savings.
But apart from that and this. I should still bear as much as I can here than I have you come at this convenience. I tilted my neck at Arnold and his face to see how I could convince my master, but I couldn't think of a good idea and I didn't want to be silent.
Arnold also bowed down once as he had given up again, but immediately looked up at his master silently. And he opened his mouth a little bit, seemingly not “like" to him.
"... I will be calling Elvira here shortly. At that time, would you like to meet me?
"Oh, sure."
The master laughs with great pleasure. Son - No, it was a look that made my grandson feel loving.
Seeing the side of it, I vaguely think that your master was a very good grandmother. At the same time, I wonder why, my master felt slightly smaller.
Have I grown, or...
Exit from the room. The door closes. The master, who could see from the gap between the closing doors, was smiling.
- I want to free her from the “curse” that gave me a different path.
I thought so strongly.