"Huh?"
What do you mean? Of Eugene's wedding mate in his previous life - the ring that was glowing on the fingers of the lady of the Grud family was gold. The more I dream about it, the more I'm sure because it's brutally burned in the back of my brain.
Yet the ring Keefa cherished as a child said it was silver.
(I wonder what...?
Gold and silver, of course, not much different. Because the design looked just like it.
But something catches on. My heart seems to be in a hurry.
Now, when I met with Prince Keefa, I was told, "I can't successfully connect what happened in my previous life with your reaction in this world. You must be making a mistake with each other," he recalled.
I tried to listen to him properly for once then, but soon afterwards, I saw the ring and I was distracted, and he refused Keefa and ran away.
(You should have listened properly)
Mukumuk and regret boiled down.
Always like this. When I tease you about Eugene, who was my lover, I can't stay calm.
What happened in the previous life accounts for Liz's heart to such a large extent. Like the thick pile Kuku, which you never get out of even trying to pull through.
(Guess it's because I regret it...)
I accidentally mocked myself.
Even though Eugene betrayed me, and I was abandoned, Cecil - in her previous life, she kept thinking of Eugene until she died. I kept thinking and died alone.
It's Liz in this world who thinks that's stupid. It was a joke life, to the point where I feel sorry for what I've done.
Yet Liz in this world also, when she met Keefa, Eugene's rebirth, looked for herself in Keefa.
I couldn't have been there, but I was abandoned, and I still wished I had a little something left in my lover's heart.
It sucks. I feel sorry for myself, and I can't wait.
- But what if it wasn't?
What if what Liz thinks happened in her last life is a little different than the facts?
Just a little bit in Eugene's mind, if there was Cecil...
Thinking about it, I couldn't wait.
When I think about it, I haven't tried to "look" at what happened in my previous life once or twice. Because it was always on my mind.
But I never saw anything at once. Miscellaneous, but heartache got in the way.
Let's meet Keefa and see for ourselves.
Liz looked up clearly.
After checking it out, if it wasn't the same as Liz thought it would be in her previous life, she would regret it even more than she is now. Though the odds may be higher.
That's fine. Let's make sure.
Liz was so determined with all her strength in her red eyes.
"Mr. Lloyd! I'd like to see His Highness Keefa, how can I see him?
"What? All of a sudden..."
"Who am I supposed to ask? Are you the chief cleric?
"Well, Chief Cleric would talk me through it, but you can't do it tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll let you know when I'm done selecting a candidate for the Virgin."
"Please. Don't forget."
"Ok......"
"You're really someone else when His Royal Highness Keefa teases you," Lloyd nodded as overwhelmed by a rarely gooey Liz, blurry.
"Then I'll go back to my room."
Left behind by Cleric Lloyd, Liz ran back to the room, but breathed the moment she opened the door.
"What, this..."
Fragments of broken plant pots and soil are scattered on the floor, and pots drained of well water and left behind also fall, and the carpet is flooded.
And in the center of the room, because the holy bud, who had no bowl or soil but was rooting perfectly on the floor, spreading blue short branches and leaves freely, stood completely.
Morning came. Unfortunately, it's raining outside.
Candidates for the Virgin and the clergy had gathered in the halls within the Second Temple.
The candidates who sprouted and showed themselves were only twelve of about thirty. He holds the germinated plant pot and pot and pot and they all look proud.
Among them was one of Hissohiso's three daughters and that uppermost nobleman's courtier.
Liz had brought the sprouts to her side because the bowl had been shattered. For, at any rate, it had grown to as high as Liz's waist as it could ever be called a bud anymore.
The candidates peeled their eyes at Liz, who revealed herself in the hall holding the holy plant with its roots protruding aside as if it were luggage.
"Hey what are you doing!?
"Oh, my God, the plant pot was cracked."
"So there won't be any way to hold that!? It's a holy bud!?
"No, 'cause there's no other way to hold it... oh, why don't you grab it on my shoulder -?"
"Because it's not!!
"I wish I was well," the chief cleric came in laughing.
The candidates close their mouths perfectly and thank each other deeply.
The candidates' buds varied in shape and size. There's just no such thing as red or blue in color, but the shape and size are really people's own.
to Liz, who was at the far end of the Twelve, came first. The clergyman lowered his smile
"This again..."
Out of the question.
Even though the sprouts of the other candidates are "sprouts" as their name suggests, Liz's is not something you can already call "sprouts".
It grew to the height of the waist. It has thick stems and lots of leaves. It is refreshing and thriving. And the white roots are sticking out. Clearly unusual.
The chief clergyman crushed "ho ho" over and over again comparing the unusual bud to the albino daughter, who returns with no expression.
I have nodded many times as if I had been impressed with something, but I'm sure it's because I don't have any other words to call.
"Ho, ho, ho," he nods, looking at the twelve holy buds in turn.
They're all cute with two little leaves on their faces or a little soft looking stem just out on the dirt.
(Much different from mine)
Liz was just a little depressed.
At the end of the day she was the oldest woman in her late fifties or so.
Liz was a little relieved to see her bud. Not even with Liz's, but because it was so big, with so many fine green leaves overlapping with wasabi, it was closer to Liz than the other candidates'.
But the clergyman who stopped his leg turned off his grin. And I told him quietly, with a voice that could be cold.
"Are you serious about this? Or are you just trying me?
The oldest face turned bright red as soon as.
I shook my body and apologized with a mosquito squeaking, "I'm sorry," I bowed my head deeply. And he left the hall to escape.
"What is it? You mean that candidate is disqualified? Why not?"
"You were sprouting properly."
The candidates don't seem to know why, so they look at each other and bluff.
(What?)
Liz, too, got pompous.
said the cleric Lloyd, who was also arm-wrapped against the wall with a face that seemed uninteresting.
"That's the carrot. It's not a holy bud, it's just a carrot bud."
I guess I sneakly replanted the ginseng sprouts in the field because I really don't get any holy sprouts. I'm desperate. I don't know how you feel. But I don't.
But carrots! And all who were on the spot should have penetrated in their hearts.
"Thank you for your hard work. Make the eleven here successful candidates for the first selection."
The first selection was completed when the chief clergyman told him whether it was strict or not.
Liz hesitated to knock on Claire's room door.
Liz, you're here.
Claire's room, greeted with a smile, is cleaned up nicely, and the table is filled with bags that have been packed and fumbled in bread.
"I'm going home now. Liz got picked, didn't she? - Good. Me, because I've always been there for you, even when I'm away. No, don't look like that."
Claire glanced down at Liz, who was about to cry and panicked, hovering the ceiling as she thought for a moment, then opened her mouth as she decided.
"You know, Liz. All of a sudden, I think I'm going to say something weird. I'm not sure if it has anything to do with Liz.... I don't know why, I feel like I have to tell you. About my ancestor, Eugene Howard."