Ohanabatake no Maousama

"Are you here? Mr. Amoena," said Kuders, leaning on a large rock and looking at screw flowers, as she looked for Amoena.

"Yeah, it's a very beautiful scenery, so I want to burn it in my eyes. Hey Kudels. Can't I grow this flower in a pot?

He turns his eyes to the screw flowers growing at his feet, and Amoena talks about such selfishness. Then Kudels was silent for a moment and shook his head slowly.

"You shouldn't." "Why?"

Amoena, who always thought she would get a good answer, turned into a face that she couldn't believe. There is little that Kudels can't do, especially for plants .... Why say that?

Then Kudels began to speak slowly, choosing words.

"It's a screw flower. It's very difficult to cultivate." "Well, it's a flower that blooms normally in such a place.

It's a beautiful flower, but it's not uncommon, and it is a weed for farmers. What is difficult about growing a flower that can grow alive? Kuders laughs at his innocent expression.

"Amoena knows the orchid? It's a flower like nobles growing in a greenhouse. Because it's a very weak plant, it only grows in limited places with high humidity and temperature. `` If you don't grow a greenhouse and grow it in it, it will die quickly. ''

"There are such flowers ..."

Amoena, who grew up in a poor rural village, has no chance to see orchids. Possibly, flowers like spring orchids or Phalaenopsis orchids growing naturally in the mountains, but the number is even small, and people living in ordinary villages that are not deep in the mountains are the first opportunities to see. Not sure.

"Actually, toss flowers are a member of the orchid. However, while this plant is a member of the orchid, it has the opposite property of other orchids. It grows strong in the wild grassland. But when they grow up in the house they die quickly. ''

"Huh? Is that so ... I don't want to hate the house?"

"Okay, I don't know that, but at least for this flower the potted world must be a hellish place. This flower is the happiest in the field. Don't say anything sorry for wanting to plant a pot. "

When Kuders told him, Amoena squatted down and touched the pretty flower with her sad expression at her fingertips.

"Sorry. If you go with us, you can't help it." "Thank you for understanding. Amoena is a kind child."

The two sat silently looking at the meadow where the screw flowers spread, and as soon as the sky began to turn indigo, they returned to the inn shortly afterwards.

After the meal was over, Kudels invited other masks out of the control of the darkness of the night, saying there was something to show.

"Mr. Kudels, isn't it dangerous? Today is a new moon, so I think my feet are quite dark." "I can enjoy it because it's such a dark night."

Kudels laughs at Dolce, who is not very reluctant.

"Well, the purpose is to comfort Amoena, but Dolcez and Kauffana seem to have been worried about the production in various ways. I thought I would look at the play I made a long time ago."

Dolce made a subtle disgusting look at the words. The other day, the script and music for Amoena to play alone have been completed, but I am not yet convinced of the performance.

One of the reasons is the lack of ability of Amoena, but Dolcez's feelings are complicated because he thinks it is his job to cover it. Perhaps it feels like Kuders is blaming them for their inability to cover Amoena.

"Is it a play? If Mr. Kouders shows me bother, it's reasonable ... Is he going to do it alone?" Dolcez, who couldn't accept Kouders' offer and was muddled. But in contrast, Kauffana and Amoena were much more reluctant.

"Hey, it sounds pretty interesting." "Hey, what kind of story is it?"

That said, Dolce suddenly became interested.

"Well, here you go." Kudels picked up the lantern and stepped into the evening meadow. And he guided everyone in the square next to the camp.

There are two big trees in between, and one big cloth is stretched between them. Kudels turned behind the cloth and magically turned it on.

"Okay, let's talk. Once upon a time, there was a magician ..." at that time when Kudels began to tell the story with his low voice.

Suddenly, the shadow of an unfamiliar person appeared on the cloth. No, it is not the shadow of a person. It is a picture of a person made of shadow. Perhaps there is something like an elaborate cutout in front of the light.

And the shadow began to move in time with the story of Kudels.

However, it is not uncommon for dolls to move separately. Even in shadow play, it's a ubiquitous thing. However, there has never been a combination of the two that has been refined so far.

The shadow puppets with embedded glass are beautiful enough to be called a work of art by themselves, and they perform exquisitely in line with Kudels's subdued narrative, acting as if they were alive.

What is its beauty, its shock and how much? The three spectators forget to breathe and are captivated by the play in front of them.

Why did I never know such a beautiful thing? Why didn't anyone use such a wonderful expression?

Oh, I want to incorporate this new art into my art right now. Everyone at this place was thinking about such things while enjoying the art in front of them. Creators are such creatures.

Eventually, when Kudels finished the story, the three finally breathed. And, with the excitement and the urge to create, it still starts to rattle and shake. The impact of Kudels was so great.

"Well, everyone. How was that?" With such lines, Kudels came out from behind the white screen.

"Kishaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !! Temee, Geijutsu, Yokoshiyagareye !!" "Ahh, innocent !!" We drove over. And what she saw there ...

"Kaaaaaaaaa! Nanikorejeye !!" There is a multi-colored strip of something rolling around with Uneune, and countless tentacles were operating the doll. It was a nightmare that transcends nightmares, a dream that does not even appear in a dream.

"Hiiii !!" The one who was lost in fear and confusion, and had to fall asleep until the next day ... Is it a punishment or an artist's end? Either way, the work is deep.

It's an aside that Fracta, who was screaming, did not respond to Kouders's call for about half a day.