"Hey, Mother. Is silver a bad color? Am I a bad boy?
"Rene......"
Rosalia embraced René, who had returned stone-throwed and crying, without hearing anything.
I smelled like a sunbathed futon. Soft thin purple hair touched Rene's cheek.
"The color of my hair and the color of my eyes will not determine whether I am good or bad for people.
I love Rene's silver hair and silver eyes. It's as beautiful as the moon. "
In Rene's ear, Rosalia said so gently.
West End of Ciel-Teira. Marquis territory of Berger, territorial capital Inion.
Whether you look at the view of the city or culturally, there is no obvious persecution of René, a silver-haired silver-eyed abominator, close to the Gilleshhattar Federation.
It's just a story of 'not obvious'.
You think you can avoid just walking down the road, or you can turn your contempt eyes? Some children behave approximately to what their parents have told them. I feel like I grew up feeling alienated for a long time before I felt like it.
When did Rene realise that it was because of the color of her hair and eyes...
"... it was a long time ago. When we just had this country, the great fortune teller said it.
"Someone with silver hair and silver eyes will destroy this country"... "
"So it's a bad color after all?
"No! 'Cause that's got nothing to do with Rene!
Rosalia grabs Rene's shoulder and confronts her.
The gentle eyes of the sun and colour dwelt in a strong light at no time. Rosalia looked more serious than Rene had ever seen.
"There's no way a pretty girl can destroy Siel-Tayla.
Besides, maybe the fortune teller was wrong about something. For example, he might not have had silver hair, silver eyes, but snow all over his body. "
"... haha"
Imagine, Rene laughed.
Anyone who walks in a snowstorm and gets snowy is a bright white silver picket all over his body, instead of his eyes.
Rosalia also smiled so that she could be caught and kissed Rene lightly.
And pull Rene's hand in a groovy manner.
"Come on, come on, let's forget about the boring stories and have dinner.
Hey, Rene. It's a special day, but do you remember what day it is?
"Of course! My 10 Sai Days!
"Big right"
Applause, Rosalia took out the little wrap.
There was a red ribbon tied to the adorable little box.
It was the norm for Rene to give me a present for her birthday and have a little treat. I could afford the extent to which I could do that.
Life was qualitative, and Rosalia worked sparingly, but she might have been brought some wealth when she left the royal palace, or even pensioned in some name.
"Yes, it's a gift. Open it."
"Yeah!"
It seemed to René how little time it took for the ribbon to unwind.
When I unwrapped it with my hands that made my feelings clumsy ahead of me, the starriest glow in the twilight sky fitted in the box.
"This...... brooch?
"Silver rose brooch. The same color as Rene's hair. I'm sure you'll look great."
This brooch is shaped like a rose flower and has a structure that pins the back.
It was probably plated or something, not sterling silver, but it still looked so beautiful to Rene.
No gem can be found on this brooch. I can wear something as beautiful as this. And it's my favorite mother who gave it to me!
Rosalia takes the same brooch out of her apron pocket.
"This is for me. We're in line."
"Eh heh...... thanks mother!
Rene was happy again.
I would be even happier if the two of us were to match something that I would be happy to do alone.
"Come on, then..."
Rosalia pulls into the kitchen with bouncing footsteps and brings something.
"... O Blessed Inogo Feast Bemasho"
A large plate is placed on the table.
There's a plate with Rosalia's head on it.
"Huh?"
Beaten and distorted face. The lid is closed, and it is as if he is asleep, but his sleep never appears to be at rest.
There was blood all over the plate, and light purple hair with blood creeping all over it flooded out of the plate and spread to the table.
Rosalia, who placed the plate, had no top from her neck.
The blood dripping from the cutting surface dyes the clothes red like they are worn out.
"Mother.................."
A mother without a neck who collapses.
Sprayed blood falls on Rene's cheek.
The house, which was warm, had turned into a blasphemous view.
Organ-like cabinets.
pulsating flesh-colored walls and ceilings.
Blood and pus blooms in a round of vases.
Bone door slammed roughly.
Oh, the knights are coming............
"... haha... haha..."
It's Panilla's bedroom.
It's a luxurious story to have a private room in a ten-year-old orphanage, but in the first place, Panilla (Rene) 's room seems to be the perfect place to put one sleeping table in, as if she was forced to make a gap that was inadvertently made when she pulled the drawings. So it is a room for one.
There's not even a fireplace. It was a promise to 'not use it except in really cold weather' to save fuel, although it was bringing in a firebowl.
He woke up on a firm sleeping table and Panilla (Rene) breathed roughly.
Short hair was scratching so much sweat on her forehead.
"It's not against the rules, you know...!
Poison.
Against nightmares that are too harsh.
Lawrence and Hilberto, direct enemies, made it better to see him dead, killing many knights. Ciel-Teira is also in a state of collapse.
But that still doesn't end the nightmare. The wounds worn will never heal.
- I don't want to sleep as much as possible... but sometimes when I'm in possession, if I don't sleep, I come in the way of magic restoration...
Unlike the undead flesh, which requires no sleep, rest or diet, the flesh of a living human race (carrot) needs sleep.
Physical problems can be solved by magic, but it hurts that even the magic power to use that magic makes it harder to recover without getting some sleep.
In the case of Panilla (Rene), I don't sleep for about three days, but I still needed to get some proper sleep once in a while.
But when I sleep, I have nightmares that just suck.
And as you have decided...
"... I knew it"
The crude schmies and bed sheets were soaking wet.
I know it would be stressful... but it's a sight I don't really want to look directly at.
- But! Today I have a new magic I let Evelis develop!
In the dark, Panilla (Rene) hangs at the end with a plotting face.
I tried to hang up.
"Panilla......"
"Wow!?
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Panilla (Rene) was amazed.
The candlelight lit up the room where the moonlight just plugged in through the gap in the armored door of the small window.
This is the same girl who wears crude Schmees as a bedtime dress as Panilla (Rene) today. sharp blue and black eyes that seem strong in will. I usually loosen the walnut-colored hair that I knit into three knitted pieces, dripping like tangled grass.
Age is, indeed, 14, one step ahead of adults in this world, where 15 is considered an adult.
Her name, Eunice, is the oldest in this orphanage.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I surprise you? It's like they were doing it, so I'm worried."
"It's okay, 'cause it's okay now"
The oldest Eunice, along with her teacher, treats the other children in a position like a guardian.
I heard Panilla (René) having nightmares and came to see how she was doing.
Eunice seemed relieved when she heard back from Panilla (Rene).
And.
"" Ah. "
The two voices aligned.
Panilla (Rene) had now removed a duvet and blanket wrapped in a walnut to test the tragedy.
In short, from Eunice with the lights it is perfectly clear what is going on.
Eunice looked a little out of sight at first sight.
"... uh... I'll tell the teacher from me... Panilla needs to get dressed"
".................. Yes"
Panilla (Rene) responded as she leaned down.
- I didn't envisage such a development...
There was no new magic.