Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Beyond the iron door, a carriage is available for the cathedral.

That was the last of them to be directed from "this side" to Leonora von Harkenberg, some of whom were to be waiting for Bruno and Lena, members of the orphanage, both familiar to the princes, as bridgers.

but

"Leonora!"

Before boarding the carriage, that's what they called it, and Leo turned around all the time.

Standing there was an old lady with elegant gray hair and gentle young grassy eyes.

To Lena's grandmother, she was Leonora's named parent, Emilia.

She chuckled at Leo as she put up a basket with a handful.

"You're hungry on the road, aren't you? I made a bunch of your favorites, and I brought them."

"Dear Emilia..."

Leo worried about the words and shut his mouth halfway through.

The couple had already spent two months of intensive time and should have spared their breakup.

At the end of the day, Emilia returned to the academy with peace of mind.

(Only for Emilia,... hey, I need a face-to-face - hey...)

Leo's only weakness against friendship is her.

I repeatedly said goodbye to the encounter, and it seemed like a very different kind of affection from the affection I had with a friend who might be able to interact with me again at times and the affection she would sparingly pour on Leo.

For Leo, that emotion, completely immune, is full of mystery, deep - and terribly comfortable.

Accidentally, enough to forget the code that you shouldn't steal.

(This guy, even though he's Lena's grandmother)

I don't want to do anything that fakes me.

At the same time, only her tears, I don't want to see.

It was for that reason that Leo chose to depart from the College, not from the Marquis.

"Hey, look. You must like it. That's why I made it into pie."

Yet she hangs those words on Leo.

Look, and when I opened the basket cover, I pointed to the stubborn and scorching pie.

"Dear Emilia -"

"But there's plenty of sauce in there too, so be careful not to fall into the dress. Today's dress is white, all the more worrying"

Sooner than Leo says something, Emilia blocks it softly.

She managed to maintain her grin as she blinked repeatedly at Sakan.

"If it were a house, there would be as many dresses to change as there are, but from now on it wouldn't either. We have to be careful."

"Dear Emilia,"

"Hehe, what shall we do with those dresses? Lots, lots, lots, lots. I wanted to put you on... and before I even met you yet, I said I was alive... believe me... a lot,... I made it..."

Blue grey with visible blonde, soft cream colour to enhance brunette, and flax coloured young grass colour. Before I even knew the color of my hair and eyes, I tailored my dress to pray.

My daughter, who disappeared.

He wanted to wrap his granddaughter in warm clothes that she had given birth to in exchange for her life.

"If I were you, I'd be really cute. Put it on, put it on, or you'll soon have an idea for the dress you want to put on again. So is going out. So is the meal. More... to me, more... there are so many things that I want to take you, take you, and feed you, …………………!

To the lid, the basket slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground with a sledge.

Emilia hugged the girl hard and spilled a hot tear over her shoulder.

"I wanted to show you the Midsummer Meadows! I wanted to teach you the beauty of an autumn evening, the warmth of a winter fireplace! Pie of rice, chicken stew... that kind of warm dish, eating with each other, laughing with each other..., teaching me how to make it... eh, together...! More, together...... I wanted to be there......!

Emilia distorts herself into a squeamish that always has an elegant grin on her face, shaking her voice and shouting.

Leo's dreaded touched back was trembling in small pieces at the calf.

"It saved your life, disparaged the Spirit of the Honorable Light, and so on, it must not be...! But! I can't help but hope that the Spirit disappears from this continent... You... always smiled at us, sang a song adorably, changed his expression as he twirled, listened to me, took away the pretty you, etc...!

Beyond that, he was no longer swallowed and speechless.

To the point of remembering his breathlessness, he held him strong and strong, and tears crept into Leo's eyes as well.

No, not only did it twitch, but it rarely took the shape of a bead and conveyed the puffiness and cheeks.

It was almost the first time in this purple eye - tears in public, etc. - of an immediate moisturizing nature.

(Oh well...)

Poop, understanding expands so that drops fall.

(For Emilia, I'm a real... "family")

It melted like a hard, elaborate shell in Leo and softly stained the softest part of his heart.

She didn't just love the girl because her blood was connected.

Not because I'm a person with the title grandson.

Not because she is a beautiful child, with attractive dark hair and purple eyes.

Not because it helps, or because it makes money.

Emilia simply likes herself, without consideration, for spending the same time as Emilia.

Not Lena, - I was in Leonora, a man named Leo.

As a family, you love me.

Second, there was a voice that could rise up in the back of my brain.

- Oh, Spirit, thank you.

"… I thank the Spirit,"

That was years ago.

Snow and - I was freezing in the cold of my heart before I realized it, it was a young self voice.

Leo spoke softly to Emilia, with her eyes wet in tears.

"I appreciate it. I was frozen in the cold, filled this heart,... I could go around being warm, a miracle."

Not even in the pattern, a twisted sentence.

Don't tell Bruno, but the truth is, I was thinking not only during my internal job, but even before I went to bed.

"To preserve this miracle, I dedicate all of this body, before the Spirit's, its honorable glow"

It instills in me the emotions and the doings of my family, such a person, I'm sure, is the only person who would be so poor in the damages account that, at that time, I thought I would serve the Spirit of Gold and help my household.

"Forgive me for this pious prayer, … please protect me"

In the end, I realized when it was and that such a miracle would never happen, and since then I have completely forgotten, the words.

Gently, squirming to bite, Emilia looked down at this one with tear-moistened eyes.

"Leonora......"

Young grass colors and purple crystal eyes stare at each other.

Leo suddenly inhaled his breath and put his strength into Emilia's back.

"Blessed glow, please, my -"

It was forbidden to Hannah to call others by a name that pointed them at their real parents.

Hannah is Hannah. Not my mother.

Seems cruel, but don't misdraw that line.

Being able to defend yourself as an orphan.

Do not steal from others.

(Sorry, Lena.... forgive me for stealing yours)

But at this time, for the first time in his life, Leo wanted to call the man in front of him so strongly.

"- To my grandmother (...)"

Dear Emilia, not, ma'am, but not.

That was, for the first time, the moment when the girl called this woman her "grandmother".

"... Leonora... eh"

Emilia notices a change in the way she calls it, and she opens her eyes wide.

When she burst into tears, she hugged her granddaughter hard again.

"Leonora! Leonora! Oh, Leonora!

"Grandmother. We are... family. That's right, right?

Besides, like, the girl asks, but Emilia nodded again and again.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, it is!

"Then it's okay. If you're a family... no matter how far away you are or how invisible you are to each other, you can be connected."

To the girl telling her to whisper, Emilia woke herself up all the time.

So I stared at that little face so still that the hole opened - eventually, slowly, lifting the edge of my mouth.

"-... right"

Now I'm still, wet in tears, little smile.

"... you're right."

But in his young grassy eyes, the faint light of hope, which had never been there before, began to lighten gently.

"... I love you."

Hearing the word - and understanding that it was directed at "himself" without a shadow, Leo breathed quietly.

'Cause that's the word a mother tells a child falling asleep on a warm sleeping table as she gently drops a kiss.

Or words the child innocently tells his father who held him up where he fell and cried.

I can't be forgiven for not having a "good flesh parent you can call to be close," because it was a word.

(But...)

Will it be forgiven?

Can I crave it?

Would it be okay if I wanted something other than money that I could earn and officially get...

My lips tremble.

Inside, I apologized to Hannah.

I once corrected it with a serious face when I called it my mother by mistake, her.

Don't steal it, all you're allowed to do is pick it up, and she was telling me repeatedly.

From now on, I will do something against her word.

With the woman in front of you, and - if possible - to Hannah.

Only to these two women, because it was a word I really wanted to say.

"- Me too,... I love you"

With a faint voice, the first words I spinned, the more unexpectedly I tried to say, then blended into the air.

Promising and making free thoughts, that terribly abnegate and greedy word just, naturally, rocked the eardrum.

Another grain of tears spills from Emilia's emerald eyes.

She said nothing more, just put her strength into her arms hugging this one.

Hold each other tightly and lean wet cheeks against each other in tears.

After closing their eyes for a while so as to change their body temperature - the two laughed at each other and let each other go of their bodies.