But those days didn't last. The voice echoed the quiet inn dining room.
When it came to the evening, the only place in the Inn that was still early was Leon in the Inn's father, Shaw, Hal and Rick, then Robin, who accidentally got mixed up, and Falco and Cyrus.
Maybe we shouldn't be listening to such personal stories here. Everyone who was on the spot would have thought so. But I also somehow knew to Shaw, always with Falco, and to Rik, always with Cyrus, that if I didn't speak my thoughts on this occasion now, I would swallow them for the rest of my life.
"More days Lyla looked worried and gave you a small wooden sword. He was running around the wasteland with me, but he stayed home and started teaching you the sword tightly. Something seems to slip through my hand, but I don't know what it is..."
Falco's hand was squeezed tightly on Cyrus's back.
"Eventually Lyla said she was leaving. I said don't go. At least until the child is an adult. Otherwise he told me to leave you."
I told you to leave it. That's what I said, Cyrus snapped. Falco looked up as he said unintentionally and looked at the ceiling.
"But Lyla said she couldn't stretch this kid's hunter qualities once she grew up on the plains. If you really want to go back to the deep forest, I'll go too. That's what I said I'd do if I left my wife and kids."
On Falco's shoulder, trying to bury his forehead, Cyrus, speaking so vividly, was like a lost child.
"The attic I was about to build for you, the job of fixing the wasteland I was about to do, I don't care if it was enough to leave you"
Shaw doesn't know what Cyrus does. I'm just thinking that you would be vaguely farming. But Rick looked up when he heard Cyrus. I guess you have something on your mind.
"But Lyla said you shouldn't do it in the deep woods. He said he wouldn't have a job to do. If a man wants to live, he can do any job. I heard there is agricultural land even in the deep woods. If you go to town, it's any job."
Falco's eyes captured Shaw. There was no stray in that eye. Then Falco looked back at Cyrus.
"Me too, you can stop hunting if you want to leave with Shaw"
"Falco, you"
It was Leon who was taken. But before Leon continued, Cyrus opened his mouth.
"But one day when I got home from work, you guys were gone. I searched around the house with half a frenzy, and I didn't think so. When I went to town, Lyla said she took you out. I thought I'd go after him. But Lyla also knew she wasn't coming back. I came back to the house, and for the first time, I noticed a letter."
How angry I would have been if Gina had been here on this occasion.
"That's how mothers always decide how people feel without listening. You haven't changed."
"Do you still?"
Cyrus finally let Falco go and peeked into his eyes. I wasn't crying. But the area around my eyes was red to withstand something.
"Now, a little different. Finally, I started thinking about people's feelings."
"Do it or something."
"Finally."
As if they were brothers, two very similar laughed strangely. Shaw was the thought of his chest getting hot.
"Hey, you, Falco"
I called out like Rick had to say something.
"Little sword, don't you remember? Small wooden sword and then blue, blue and green, weird shaped horse stuffed animal"
"Because the wooden sword, when it was little, was waved by Lyla. As he got older, he became something big and eventually got to have a real sword and threw it away. But a stuffed animal? I've never had anything like that."
"The seams tend to break in half as much as I held them from the middle"
I gripped and showed Rick as if he were holding that stuffed animal with his hand. Falco is also being followed and trying to grab something.
"Blue and green, I've always liked blue and green, but boys are all your favorite colors. Hold it with your hand, it breaks out of the middle..."
Falco frowned.
"I always hold it in the middle, so it breaks from there, and I'll probably still swing around, so Lyla says take care of it."
I held my head with both hands as it was.
"It was blue and green. His name is Huck. The name of my father's horse... was"
Cyrus' eyes opened wide.
"It's a big horse, of course I can't ride it myself, so my mother always holds me up and tells someone, I reach out to someone"
"Always let me hold you up and sit in front of the saddle. The first Haku was a little horse."
"It was big for me. I love the view from a higher place than usual... yes, there's a voice from behind saying that it's our house"
Falco narrowed his eyes nostalgically.
"I had a proper home, too."
"That's right. You can always come back and finish the attic."
"When the ladder is ready to climb, yes. I asked my mother when I was going back, but she wouldn't come back. I thought I should never ask you again."
So I was trying not to remember, and then Shaw thought I'd forgotten.
"The attic is now inhabited by Rick."
Cyrus turned around and pointed to Rik.
"Rik."
"I picked it up on a winter night. He's my adopted son."
"Winter Night"
Falco unexpectedly saw Shaw. Shaw nods.
"Then you're the third one."
Rick nodded hard.
"The third is with my brother."
"Oh, say goodbye?
Everyone was surprised by Falco's crush, but perhaps the most surprised was Rick.
"You're my father's child. Then you're my brother."
"Right."
Saying that Falco would be normal, Cyrus nodded as well. I should have pinched Lyla between them, but these two look just like each other. Shaw went crazy.
"So you're saying Rick's my uncle?
"Oh, uncle? Wait, Shaw, you're my age, right?
"Ya, uncle? Uncle Rick, it's not that bad."
"Don't tease me..."
Rick gasped and the laughter finally came back to the dining room.
"I thought you were a rival, so you were my brother"
"A rival, Rick, you"
Cyrus looked at Rik in surprise.
"That attic was packed with my father's love for that, lost child. Me, I thought it would be nice to replace you, but I never felt like replacing you, and I'm happy, but that's what I thought when a real kid comes home one day."
"Falco is Falco. Rick is Rick."
"Right. Yeah, Dad. Right."
Shaw thought Cyrus looked just like Falco.