The first time I saw the boy, how old the hell was he?
It was when I finally started to get my mind on it, so I was three or four, I guess that's about it.
In a dream I had one night, a little older than myself, the boy looked at himself with glittering obsidian black eyes.
"Come on, Cheeko. Dinner."
Smiling, the boy offered himself something like a white spoon, something like a small grain.
- Uh, what? You want me to do this?
Sprinkled with water, slightly loose grain. I don't care how you look at it, it doesn't look tasty.
But in my dreams, I eat it with joy and joy.
I don't even know what it tastes like because it's a dream, but it was clear to her that I had the feeling that I was so filled with it.
And when I saw myself eating grain, the black-eyed boy was smiling happily again.
Somehow, I wanted to see more of the boy's happy face. She kept eating the grain to be offered until her stomach was full.
In front of the many gathered faithful, Calcedonia eagerly speaks the Word of God on the stage.
commandments and the Word of God in the scriptures and elsewhere. It is one of the important tasks of the priests who serve God to tell and make the faithful listen to them.
The majority of the people who live in this world - a world where Calcedonia has called Tatsumi - cannot write or read letters. For this reason, in order to convey God's teachings, the clergy must thus speak orally and make them heard.
Of course, Calcedonia is not the only one who does this sermon, but also other clerics and priests with it around. But when she preaches, the chapel of the temple is always filled with many believers, as it is today.
Their purpose is to hear the thankful Word of God spoken by the cleric. But some took to the chapel for other purposes.
The deepest part of the chapel. In a speech stand a little higher so that the whole chapel can see, in a harsh atmosphere, the Virgin, who speaks for the Word of God, gathers more believers than usual when she is on duty to preach.
But, as usual, the faithful gathered to see at first sight what the Virgin looked like remembered a mild bewilderment.
Usually the Virgin speaks for the Word of God in a pale manner, entangling a solemn atmosphere. But things were a little different today.
Then again, sometimes I dreamed of the boy.
Within the many times I had dreamed of it, I realized that I was so small in my dreams. Besides, thank God I didn't even seem human.
He is put on the boy's palm and lifted to the height of his eyes. And I peck something like some kind of seed he offered, with his mouth gladly.
Yes. I'm apparently a little bird in a dream. With gray feathers close to silver, something seems to be popping out over my head, and I feel it flutter and shake when I pluck my head.
He cleverly breaks the seed offered by the boy with his mouth and eats only the seed's contents. And then I raise my voice, "Hiya."
"Was it delicious, Cheeko?
The boy calls out laughing. "Chico" seems to be my name in my dreams.
The boy always stayed with me.
On the boy's shoulder. On the boy's hand. On the boy's head. I was always beside the boy in my dreams.
As my actual self grew older, so did the boys I sometimes meet in my dreams.
And only sometime. She becomes in love with the boy in her dreams.
She was gradually attracted to the boy who was always there for her and filled her heart with something warm.
And time flies, when her actual age is nearly ten. Suddenly, she realized.
Sometimes I dream of a boy. That that is not a dream or anything, but a past I once experienced. That I am experiencing the past in the form of dreams.
A memory of the past that revives it once and for all. Among them, a boy staring at himself just before the celebration of Tenseu with a face like the end of the world - the face of his owner and master - shook her heart violently.
Calcedonia preaching from the stage, as usual. But things were strange today for some reason.
Without usually breaking Rin's standing, The Virgin speaks for the Word of God constantly like running water. Her own followers pour a fervent glance at its beautifully riddled appearance, but today she was turning her gaze of perplexity.
Normally she didn't change her expression, and she was supposed to preach, especially with a pale smile on her face, that today she had a lucid light in her strangely moist eyes like she was floating in heat somewhere, speaking God's Word in an interrupted manner. And from time to time, zero out of its adorable lips was a glossy sigh of enthusiasm held in her chest.
Believers and colleagues look at the appearance of such an unusual Virgin as she tilts her neck.
Though some of them were more distracted than usual by the strange colors she wrapped up in today.
With so many gazes poured out, Calcedonia's mind was completely filled with literally about one boy who had dreamed and finally reunited.
It was two thoughts that sprang up in her mind. The desire to somehow be reunited with that boy - your husband - and the great despair he will have by losing the existence of himself.
So she made up her mind. Trying to somehow learn magic and use it to get back to him.
In the world where she is today, there is a technology called magic. When she was a young girl, she honestly thought that she could go to him.
She doesn't know yet at this time. That magic does exist across the world, but it is already forgotten and extremely difficult to handle for a long time.
A young woman who did not know that, consulted her parents first.
Even before, I had told my parents about the boy in my dreams.
Her parents watched her daughter, pale in love with the boy in her dreams, smiling at first. But ever since she talks about the boy in her dreams, she was starting to feel creepy.
There, suddenly the daughter said she wanted to learn magic. Besides, if you ask me why, I'll say it's for the boy in the dream again.
The parents finally think their daughter is distracted, and they decide to abandon their daughter.
What she and her parents lived in was a cold village on the periphery among the kingdoms of Largofili.
If they make funny rumors in such a small village on the border, the whole family, not just my daughter, could be seen with the sight of dirty things from the village.
So my parents included telling my daughter not to talk about her dreams outside. Even then, when she was only a young child, she sometimes seemed to tell other villagers stories of her dreams without keeping that saying.
attitude of the villagers, who gradually become marginal. With them, my parents decided to abandon my daughter.
Exactly. Selling my beloved daughter out to slaves and such was not a nuisance, and I decided to leave my daughter with the priest of the occasional journey that took me on the street.
I ask the priest to provide me with the money that was a stockpile without, so that I can have it picked up somewhere else in town like an orphanage. Tell my daughter that there's no way she can study magic in a country village like this, so she asked the priest of the journey to study magic in a bigger town.
And she was drawn to the priest of the journey, leaving behind the village of her birthplace without anyone dropping her off.
Throughout the road, the priest did not speak properly with her. I heard from her parents that she was distracted, so I didn't even think I needed to deal with her properly.
The priest continued his journey by giving her only a minimum meal and rest. That is how we arrived in the city of Levantis, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Largofiri.
The priest, who belongs to the Temple of Savaivo in the city of Levantis, was called by the king capital Levantis as a wedding attendant for the son of a powerful man of that village who performed in a certain town.
At weddings of leading local figures, as in this case, priests may be deliberately summoned from the central temple to ask for wedding attendants as a means of showing off their financial strength, power, etc.
His journey was also a request from such regional leaders. On the way home, he was entrusted with her.
Arriving in the city of Levantis, the priest threw her, as young as she was, into the church as a petty servant.
The money entrusted to her by her parents also included such meanings as her food and accommodation expenses. However, a considerable amount of money was to remain at the disposal of the priest, who only used it at a minimum on the road.
I didn't need that much time until her thing disappeared from the memory of the priest, sneaking and fucking laughing about it.
There were children in the church in conditions similar to hers - those who lost their families for any reason or were abandoned by their families. He had no interest in the priest, such as about her, who was so distracted among the children.
But this turned out to be lucky for her.
Because she worked as a small servant of the temple, coincidentally caught the eye of the Supreme Priest of this temple, whose rare magical gift she held was spotted by the Supreme Priest.
"... that's what..."
Hearing the birth of Calcedonia from Giuseppe, Tatsumi sneered and zeroed such words.
"Oh, I see. That girl's been through a lot."
Until Giuseppe welcomes Calcedonia as her adopted daughter. That was much heavier than Tatsumi had imagined.
Tatsumi and Giuseppe stayed in the reception room to continue the conversation, even after Calcedonia left the room to preach.
"Even after she was adopted by Non, that girl had already tried. To my daily research as a wizard, my duties as a cleric... and so much more. That girl has been doing all of those things for years without losing her hands... so she finally made that grief come true."
He revived the summoning ceremony that had been buried in the corner of the Royal Castle's library, took years to prepare, and finally succeeded in summoning Tatsumi. Tatsumi is here now, precisely as a result of the pile of her efforts.
"Bye, son-in-law. Thank you again to the Lord."
"Yes?"
"My son-in-law accepted Non's granddaughter. My son-in-law's position is that he could have unilaterally behaved like that girl, and no one could dispute that."
Sure, without any prior consultation, it would be normal to complain about one of the "unsolicited things" if suddenly summoned from another world.
But instead of complaining about the summons, Tatsumi even thanked Calcedonia. Giuseppe deeply admired Tatsumi for accepting Calcedonia and thanked him at the same time.
"If I may, I would ask the Lord to truly be her son-in-law."
Ho ho ho ho ho ho, as usual, giuseppe laughing frankly. But Tatsumi was nowhere near laughing.
At first, I didn't understand what Giuseppe told me. Eventually, the meaning of the word gradually penetrated his brain, when he finally understood exactly what he wanted to say.
Tatsumi blew out the tea she was about to drink.
Dreams followed, albeit sometimes.
Welcoming her as the adoptive daughter of the Supreme Priest of the Temple of Savive, she was able to begin her magic studies in earnest, blossoming her qualities as a wizard who had been kept secret by herself, building on her efforts to further enhance her strength and, at the same time, looking for ways to cross the world.
Of course, he performed his daily duties as a cleric and sometimes applied healing magic to the injured and others.
With such busy days, his dreams that he sometimes sees - the experience of pursuing his former memories - were her greatest pleasure.
I thought I'd never see you again, because I can reunite with my beloved husband, even in my dreams.
As she grows, so does the boy in her dreams.
Maybe God, who reached out for himself and the boy, reincarnated himself to be the same age as the boy.
Even though she was young, she decided so, and thanked the Savaive God - the only God she knew at the time because of the countryside on the border.
If you're the same age as the boy in your dreams, that's still how close you get and how much you feel about the boy for that matter.
Every time I saw the boy's ─ husband in my dreams, her feelings for him grew stronger and stronger.
But dreams weren't just happy dreams.
She clearly remembers, too. When your husband lost his family.
Your husband and his family were seriously injured somewhere far away. She was to such an extent that she understood at the time, but she remembered the time again in her dreams, and she was struck with grief as she was about me.
Her husband is just one boy in a dream, but his family loved her again.
Like him, his family loved her. I can't believe the family left him alone and lost his life at once.
At the time, she was only aware that the days of not being able to see him and his family had gone on forever, but now I know exactly how badly he was injured at the time.
There is no healing magic like this one in the world over there. As a result, if you get a major injury, it will take a considerable amount of time for that injury to heal.
In the meantime, her care was taken care of by a familiar neighbor. He's someone I remember saying hello to over and over again, such as when I walked on his shoulder.
And after a long time, he finally came home. Only one of them returned grieving.
He and she moved from the house where they lived with their families until then to a smaller house. Then. It was not until she began to dream of him every day.
So she rushed to get ready. Separation from her memorable boy. It won't be far away by then. Worried about him after losing herself, she rushed to get ready to summon him.
He took some steps forward than planned, took only minimal rest, and was finally ready for summons. In that, in my dreams, there was finally a time for him and her to separate.
In his dreams, the boy who had lost her was trapped in deep sorrow. I wanted to encourage such a boy. I was hoping to help a little. I wanted to lean over. She begins the ritual of summoning the boy.
The ritual must take place on an insomniac rest for several days. No matter how much she was imbued with magical talent, age and strength, the ritual did not always succeed.
Besides, you can only try a ritual once. If the summons fails, we will have to redo our preparations from the beginning over another few years.
Behind her brain, which concentrates on rituals, emerges the figure of a boy after his death with her.
Why does his appearance float so clearly when he is awake? She doesn't even know that. Maybe doing the ritual connected something with him.
Desperate for the world, losing his temper, his appearance is painful to watch. With more and more vain eyes, the boy spends the whole day doing nothing, blurring out at the little cage she once was in.
As it is, won't the boy die of debilitation? Or perhaps the grief is so truly that it kills itself.
Though her heart is tightened by such worry, she proceeds with the ritual.
And.
And her wish came to him.
She won't be dreaming about the boy anymore. Because her precious boy, whom I could only see in my dreams, has now appeared before her in reality.