Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

We headed to the mayor's house as if we were taking something for the time being.

It's been a long time since I've been in this town. The folks in this town, who were favored from the beginning, were furious when I and Amy were about to be exposed, adding me to "the precious children of this town" until me. Ever since I found out Alistair was at the center and helping me increase my magic, I was kind enough to add gratitude, and thanks to that, they got the air to try not to treat me special the other way around.

It's very natural to treat them exactly like the town kids around there.

I've grown a lot since I've been in this town, probably about two centimeters tall, and my body's starting to move. Not that I can run yet, but I'm not at all tired of walking as long as I go to the mayor's mansion.

He's just walking around town this afternoon, asking Alistair to hold his hand.

"Hey, Bart."

The butler who came with me is looking at me.

"I think we'd better hurry."

"Oh, oh, let it wait. Such a messenger. It's important for children to walk on their own. And."

"And?"

"No, nothing."

Bart turns the day after tomorrow. Come on, I'm out on the edge of town. It's almost the mayor's mansion. Hmm.

"But it's okay to walk on your own, but you don't have to be cute."

Oh, I didn't say that.

That's how Burt snapped like an excuse. I stopped and turned around.

"It's so cranky!

"Oh, oh? I'm sorry about that. Dude, not, yeah. I was just about to."

That's fine. For some reason I took everyone laughing with my belly and Alistair and I got to the mayor's mansion. When the butler opened the door, he led us to the reception room as the servant of the mansion had understood.

Deacon said something before he opened the door. So he saw Bart, but he ended up knocking on the door with it swallowed.

"Get in."

Looks like it was one of the messengers. Even at a time like this I went a little crazy and looked up at Alistair and Alistair looked forward with serious eyes.

When I opened the door, Bart first went inside, and Caro and Clyde, and me and Alistair, in the order of the mill to protect their backs. The mayor sits on the other side of the couch, as he did one day, before which one of the messengers sits and gracefully tilts the cup of tea. And there's one servant behind the mayor, and two unfamiliar people at the wall refrain. I guess these two are messenger's escorts.

"Are you here?"

To the short voice of the mayor, the messenger slowly rose and turned to this way.

"Ouch..."

"Leah?"

Alistair picks up an accidentally small, crushed voice. Both that Alistair and Bart stiffened their bodies in surprise for a moment.

"No."

Yes. Is the person about twenty years old? The man's eyes, which were lighter than the mayor's and darker than mine to one behind him, and stood in good posture, had a deep purple color.

Yes, from your age, from the color of your hair and the color of your eyes, there's no reason for your father. Your father was taller. Your father looked like he didn't know what he was thinking more. smash that face just a little, gentle,

"Leah."

Call it. Never looked at me with such dark, cold eyes.

"Eh."

"Leah?"

I want to go. I want to go home. I want to go home to your father. I love Bart and Alistair, but I want to go home to your father and brother.

"Wow."

Alistair let go of her hand in a panic at me crying out, and Mill held me up softly as she grated.

"Miriyu, Ooshima, Niya, Kakariyu"

"Oh, right, right, right, right, right"

Mill probably had no idea what I was talking about, but he shoved my face against his chest and rocked softly. I've endured a lot of things my whole life, but I couldn't stop crying when I saw someone who looked a little like your father and something broke in my heart.

"You don't know anything, baby."

That's what the messenger said as disappointing.

"It was a rare rumor that he was a smart kid."

"I'm afraid you're the messenger who sent Mitsuhito to pick up the child, like he intimidates the baby and makes you cry"

Bart replied so that it would happen.

"Burt."

"Oh, my God, Mayor"

The mayor's voice didn't always have enough energy.

"He's from the capital."

"That's what I hear"

"Your name is Hubert Wester."

Burt looked like he was exploring his memories.

"Hubert... Gilbert, Hubert... Hubert!

And I looked like I hacked into something. The mayor looked tired and said:

"Yes, the second prince of Wester."

My tears stopped unexpectedly too. I've never seen a prince before or in this life. I rubbed a mess in Mill's clothes. Mill pounds gently on the back.

No, I just saw it.

"Hiku"

I woke up from Mill's chest and saw Mill's face. Unusual, brown calm eyes gently look at me.

That's right. He's a prince, so what? I was just a little bit like your father and I got upset, but your father is much more handsome, and whatever your brother is, he's already handsome, though he's small. Besides, I don't see it that bad.

No, although your father is faceless... Yeah, at least it's not a bad eye.

I rubbed my eyes against my sleeve and looked at the mill. Mill looked like what it was, then he realized oh and something, and he swept away the tears left on my cheek with his own cuffs.

"Miriyu, Hankachi, Mochi should"

"I'm sorry. Forget it."

I laughed a little too at the grinning mill.

"Thanks, Miriu. Riu."

"Takeshi"

"Aye."

I asked the mill to drop me off and turned around and looked at Alistair. Alistair, with a frightened face, looked a little worried when she saw me, and I knew I'd softly pluck the tears left in my sight with my cuffs.

"Arashita, I..."

That's how the two of us held hands and turned straight to the messenger.

"Ho."

No, it's not. You can't just look a little like your father if you want to.