Anastasia
--An unfortunate child. How could such a child be born from the royalty of my high elf?
—— Oh, don't cry. What if the tears were dirty?
I wasn't even allowed to cry.
Even if you can't speak, you can weep silently. Even so, Anastasia's father, her mother, her brothers, did not even allow her to cry.
(This person scratched out my thoughts when I couldn't speak up)
"I don't know what you're thinking," "I didn't know you were so creepy just because you didn't have a voice," "I'm sure you're cursing us" -- such a heartless word hit me, and only when did Anastasia shut her own heart.
A high elf without a voice is not worth anything in an elf forest.
If so, it's worthless to think about yourself--
(Is this a miracle?)
So it was only a miracle that this boy, who had only met him once, realized his thoughts, which he was pushing to kill.
"Shh, excuse me. Did I do something that bothered you?
…………
Before wiping her wet face with tears, Anastasia wanted to put her thoughts on paper.
But I didn't know what to write.
This boy shook my heart hard. At first when you brought me a bag. I wondered how important this boy was about Lulusha.
But that was only about Lulusha's relationship with the boy. Though I was happy to believe in myself and entrust my bag to me —— one way or another, my desire to hang in there for Lulusha was winning.
(But this time)
You thought about yourself.
He even risked it for me because of it.
"Why?"
I wrote it down and squashed it in a shamble wondering what I was doing.
(It is unacceptable for me to be any more burdensome on this person (...) ……)
Lid on thoughts that try to flood. What I've done over and over again.
Anastasia left it to the samurai who came running over to politely wipe her face. When I finished wiping —— the different waves that stood in her mind, too, became quiet.
'I apologize for making you look so emotional and ugly. Thank you very much for this time. There's not much I can do, but I know I want to reward you.'
I could write. Perfect sentence.
Now we can reward this boy. It's hard for adventurers to settle in. I'm sure they won't stay in this country long, but if you give them a reward later, they'll have done everything they can.
Chikuri, and a small pain ran to his chest.
(... What, this pain?
The pain I felt doing what I could do? No, it's not.
Poor treatment of adventurers in this country? Of course not.
(... that this one will leave this country soon...)
I chipped again and a small pain ran to my chest.
Once you become aware of the pain, you want to talk more to this guy, you want to know more about this guy, that desire brings your neck.
…………
The boy, Reggie, was staring at Anastasia.
Something? I showed it with my little neck on —— pretending to be calm. I have lived to this day and every man used to dye his cheeks and nag if I did this trick. That was the same in the Lefs. The only person who doesn't respond is an obviously old man.
"... Your Highness, I borrow the paper"
Even so, the boy, no.
I wrote down something there the other day when I borrowed Anastasia's paper, as I did when I wrote about it, folding it exactly so that I couldn't see the contents immediately.
(... what is it?
If you give it to the confused Anastasia,
"When you're alone, can you look through your eyes"
I said. I guess his behavior was unexpected, as was his fellow adventurer, Non.
"This time we had an unparalleled overlap of good fortune, which allowed us to step through the labyrinth. We have already received too many rewards, not to mention the immediate reward for His Majesty the Emperor. I respectfully decline this gift from His Highness Anastasia."
"Huh..."
Reggie smiled softly and said so.
He must have cared. That's about all I can think of is why an adventurer who's living that day declines the reward.
I regret it. I can't do anything. I'm teething. I'd say it's as easy as giving you money, the adventurer, but Anastasia knows it's not "easy".
(I'm a caged bird... a bird who can't even whimper)
Sorrow pushed over, and tears were about to spill over again.
"Oh, uh, Your Highness? Doesn't mean you don't need--"
I couldn't wait to feel miserable about myself as Reggie gave an explanation but was making him care again.
"... Your Highness, it's time for your next appointment"
From the hallway, the butler said in his face.
I don't remember much until I got back to my room. When I saw the traces of Anastasia's tears, the butler was furious, and the samurai was deceiving it. I've annoyed him again.
I was just thinking about Reggie.
Is the woman who was wearing that knee pillow in love with Reggie?
Or with other party members?
I wonder how old you are?
Similar Historical Insights and Obviously Looking Higher Education, but Where Are You From?
What's your relationship with Lulusha?
(... ah)
Come on, Anastasia, taking off her dress and returning to her room dress, finally realized where the samurai had left.
I was holding it in my hand, Reggie's writing.
Ha-ha, look around, but there's nobody in the room. Shit and I moved to the stationery and opened the paper--what the hell does it say?
Actually, you had something you wanted? His Majesty the Emperor's bad words? It would be interesting, but just isn't it —— maybe a love sentence to myself or something......
Anastasia, thrilled to open the paper, as she glanced through its facets —— she also forgot to breathe unexpectedly.
"Beyond Your Highness's scarf, the magic written on the bandage is voice-sealed, isn't it? To see, Your Highness seems to have a specific physique in which fire magic is activated (...) when voiced (...). However, this can also be controlled by training in magic manipulation, not magic. If necessary, I can show you. '
A few seconds.
No, more than ten seconds —— Anastasia forgot to breathe.
"... Ah, well..."
Trying to speak up, I recall that by witchcraft (...) there is no voice. And even a few voices emitted fire powder and flame swings appeared around the body, reminding me that I myself - as an elf living in the woods - was a specific body loved by deadly "fire".
Soon after birth, his voice was sealed, he stood frustrated at a young age, removed his bandage and used magic —— he had burned down many large trees.
But this is a secret.
What only my immediate family knows.
Externally, it is decided that "the Mage has cursed me". Voice-sealed magic also has multiple camouflages, and even a scarf wrapped around it can't be seen through first.
Of course, we don't know Lulusha or the Emperor.
(Why?)
At the same time as that question,
(I can overcome this physique...?
Anastasia's heart was strongly shaken by a miraculously intense light in the light of hope that she unexpectedly visited.
The beats that moved with Tokun, Tokun, Tokun, were colored by a number of complex emotions. But the colors that the emotions brought were vibrant and sweet, enough to make Anastasia indulgent.