A beautiful rose that smells like it.
Cool and astonishing lilies.
Suzuki orchids bloom secretly in sweet orchids.
Somehow such an image appeared, and it became the figure of three beautiful girls about fifteen years old.
Gabriela Villandel.
Laurier Einschut.
And Alice── Orculus.
Such a name comes to mind naturally, and I remember saying, "Alice, it's me."
The three beautiful girls were bathed in the dark and smiled quietly.
The scene resembled something.
I tried to remember what it was, and there was something pinging, and I accidentally hit my hand.
It was exactly like the character selection screen of the game.
The moment I thought so, I opened my eyes.
"Oh, I'm sure..."
The surrounding world is white.
He seemed to be having a strange dream again.
I was relieved to think that all this was happening.
"That's right. I wish I could go and help Abel-san... Where are we?"
I used the power of Tarot to push one foot into the Astral Plane, face my own trauma, and then strongly remembered that I wanted to stand up for Assamay and go to the side to help Abel, who was supposed to be trapped in the Astral Plane in the same way.
Then I was here.
I was anxious that I could not reach it, but I tilted my neck at the video that floated in my brain.
Me, Gabriela, and Laurier, who grew up as daughters.
In other words, gold is the third heroine of roses.
I myself have never seen a "game figure" before.
Gabriela was looking like she deserved golden hair, and Laurier-sama grew up with an elegant aesthetic, and I had a kind of shadowy, heroine-like face.
It was a delicacy that I couldn't possibly stand up against right now... "
I wondered why I could see the knowledge I didn't know, and the shapes and colors began to appear little by little in the scenery.
"(The city of the north,...?)"
The streets are characterized by snowy streets with few windows and steep roof slopes.
In fact, there was thick snow, and there was shinshi and falling snow flickering in the sight.
Overall, the streets with white and light brown building materials are beautiful, which is the quintessence of the fantasy world of snow country.
I was standing in a strange white town when I gradually heard the sounds of geckos and street corners.
Your legs start to move on their own.
"(Eh!?... I can't talk!?)"
I was surprised, but my mouth didn't control my entire body.
It was as if I had entered someone's dream... and I knew that I was expecting it.
"Abel! You're already out again!"
"I'm sorry, Mother!"
I don't think we can do this anymore.
A beautiful blonde woman hugs me angrily. In spite of that, he laughed back at the voice of the young boy.
I ──was turning to Mr. Abel at a young age.
Mother, I got this today from Macchio at the tannery!
Oh, that's lovely.
Show someone who looks like a mother to Abel.
Then her mother looked at it with anger and anger.
Apparently, Abel-san's escape was an everyday matter.
Abel showed a small leather drawstring bag with a cute red natural stone on the duck part.
"The work at the workshop seemed interesting, so I was helping you." Then it would be a waste of money. "
"Oh my... I'll have to send you a thank you later."
That's what my mother laughs at.
Then Abel said, "You worked so hard! I was told I was saved..." and then my mother pulled me back and started climbing the hill.
"(I thought the skin was handled well, but I really had experience. You must have been a curious child.....)"
While thinking like that, he climbs a long staircase.
Then I saw what looked like a lord's palace.
It seemed that the former Jarvis Realm was a small territory. Or is it a vacation home?
I was surprised to pass by the window of such a museum.
The "I"── that appeared on the window, that is, Abel-san in childhood, was dyed or had black hair.
His eyes remained the eyes of Zhu.
Before the hill incident, I heard that the wind to the vermilion eyes was not as strong as it is now, so I may have deceived only the color of my hair.
When Abel thought about it, someone who looked like a mother spoke to her.
"I told you there was something important from Master Lucio today, didn't I?" Besides, there are many dangers outside, so don't go out without your close friends.── "
"Mother, I can't go anywhere because it's so loud when it sticks together!"
Abel's mother looked at her with a swollen face.
Then the door of the museum opened and a man in his late thirties, just like Mr. Abel, appeared.
Probably the father, this is the brunette.
"Hey, Abel, have you escaped again?"
"... I'm sorry."
Mr. Abel, who is a jerk, apologizes.
Then a man who looked like a father said, "Who exactly is it like?" And he shrugged his shoulders.
But I guess I'm not really angry. Her mouth smiles bitterly.
The father immediately held his mother and Abel by the shoulders and said, "Come in fast because it's cold," and he cherished them into the hall.
While experiencing such a family scene, I held my heart in pain a little.
He was a good family.
But they will be lost.
Now, "I"... in other words, the big palm that gently put Abel-san in the room as a child, and the supple and gentle voice of the woman who talks about dinner today, will definitely be lost.
Thinking so, I thought to myself, "Hataki."
"(This is Mr. Abel's past, isn't it? Don't look at it on your own!?)"
There is no way you can look at the past of others without refusing.
I don't know how far I'm going to expose myself like this.
No matter what you do, the mysterious experience continues to be forced.
When I suddenly raised my gaze, the scene was at night.
From the height of her eyes, Abel's age hasn't changed that much.
When I saw that it was not much different from my eyes as Alice, I was seven years old or so.
It's a warm, dark room with a fireplace.
In front of her was a father sitting deeply on a sofa, and Abel was sitting in the chair in front of her.
I'm never letting my feet play, but my feet don't seem to be long enough.
At such a young Abel-san, his father looked serious.
“You can't talk to your friends, your servants, and Diana.”
"Even to your mother...?"
When Abel asked why, his father had a difficult face.
"She knows the situation, too. But I didn't share any details. Because it's safer that way."
"Safe...? What are you talking about, Father?"
A small box is offered to Mr. Abel in front of him.
"Abel, look, this box is full of secrets."
Secret?
"Secrets must not even be known to others. Otherwise, we will never be able to defend it."
……
The father looked Mr. Abel in the eye.
"Do you recognize this pattern?"
That's what my father opens the small box.
When I peered into Abel's sight... there was a pebble in it.
It was deteriorating and difficult to understand, but I knew it was the "Aleph" of the Alheo character.
Young Mr. Abel is leaning his neck.
The father was obviously relieved to see Abel like that, and closed the lid of the small box.
"This is a family heirloom, Abel."
"Heirloom...? Then why don't you tell your mother?"
Abel's father shook his head, to his surprise.
"I told you before." Knowing this can be dangerous. And the fewer people who know the secrets, the better. "
"Then why... did you show it to me?"
Do you think you can be in danger? I guess you thought so.
A warm hand stroked Mr. Abel's head as he murmured sadly.
"You can be a one-person man." That's why I told you. "
"A man full of secrets." I told Abel because I thought he was going to be such a man. "
……
Abel's "joyful" sparkling emotions and full of motivation flow into me.
As far as I can tell, this is something that only the person who will be in charge will know.
But my father seemed to be talking about it with a good grasp of Mr. Abel's personality.
The father went on.
"You must never tell anyone about this stone or the pattern engraved on it. I promise."
Yes!
"Good. If you keep that promise, I'll talk to you again on the same day next year." I'll tell you everything I know when I grow up, so you have to be patient. "
Okay, Father!
When I talk like that, the scene dims again.
When I opened my eyes, it was the fireplace room again.
Will it be daytime this time?
Abel's slightly taller vision showed her father again.
"Abel, I told you it was too early to tell this story..."
"But, Father, I did have a dream."
Having said that, Ms. Abel continued in an anxious voice.
"That stone in my dream..." "It's like a stone or something..." I also dreamed of terrible tornadoes and storms. What is that thing!? "
Apparently, Alheo characters appeared in Mr. Abel's dream. Since Aleph symbolizes the wind, did he dream of a storm?
Then the expression of the father who heard the words changed.
Suddenly, she grabs my shoulder and grabs it.
"Dream? You're in a dream!?"
"Ah, yes.... It wasn't a stone, it was like a letter of light..."
When he answered, his father shouted, "Oh."
Release your hand from Mr. Abel's shoulder and sit down on the sofa. And I held my forehead.
"Abel, forget about the pattern."
"Eh, why!?"
"You shouldn't know, but the more you know, the closer you get to the sole." If you do that, the danger will increase..... "
"... then why did you show it to me the other day?"
“I just wanted to make sure you weren't dreaming.”
Having said that, his father saw Mr. Abel.
"Abel, I don't think you've seen any other patterns."
"No, no, I didn't see it."
"I see..."
A father sighs deeply and covers his face with his hands.
It was like a sigh of relief after dealing with something dangerous, arousing anxiety just by looking at it.
"What is it, that pattern or dream...?"
"Please, listen to me."
The father interrupted his conversation with Pichari.
"Abel, of course you are among the things I want to protect."
……
"If you know more than this, you will dream more." If that happens, I'll have to... lock you in a place where you can never leave. "
The agitation is transmitted.
My father's face was serious.
"Dyeing and hiding your hair color and hiding your eyes as much as possible are related to this heirloom." You were born with a particularly dangerous nature..... "
"Hair and eyes? Why are you involved..."
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I can't really talk anymore. But you have to understand."
Having said that, the father stood up and gently hugged Mr. Abel.
"I love you, I love my family." That's why, please protect me. "
That said, Mr. Abel shut up.
The father, who had been hugging Abel for a while, smiled as he released his arm.
"Now, it's about time Diana finished preparing tea for the afternoon." Let's go get it. "
"Father..."
“It's okay, Abel, but promise me one thing.”
The father who── said so smiled uncomfortably.
“If you dream of 'other patterns', you don't tell anyone, you tell me first. Promise.”
"... yes, Father"
At the end of the conversation, my vision dimmed again.
I wonder what we'll see next.
Indeed, Abel's past is of concern, as is the story of the heirloom deeply involved in the Alheo script. "But you can look at it on your own..."
Thinking so, I felt complicated, and I heard a cry from somewhere.
……
When I listened, it belonged to a woman, and it was as if she was holding her knee.
The pathetic voice withered to a pathetic degree, dull and dull.
"... who?"
Maybe it's because it's dark, but Abel's voice came out as it was.
I wonder if that voice has arrived, but it stops.
The next moment I thought so, I was flying into a new scene again.