Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

"Are you really going out?"

Annessa will help you get dressed, but I can't help but go check on her.

Because I'm really worried about something.

My lovely daughter, Cristiane, flew out of the mansion late last night.

Early entry of arrows from a secret guard. Whether I was there or standing, I moved around the room in vain.

"Elise, calm down a little. There are guards in place, and there are ways to avoid danger without worrying."

"But she said she was crying... she's hurt. I can't believe you're flying out of the mansion."

"I guess that kid has an idea, too. It's the first time she's done something to herself, but we should watch her."

I want to go after him and hug him right away, but he stops me so hard, and the time just hoaxes by.

Something that really reassured me when I heard you had a good looking after lady in Lower Town, but doesn't make a difference that she's still hurt.

It doesn't seem pathetic, considering how hard it was for Cristiane to even be called into suspicion by Her Royal Highness, who turned to other women on her own.

And my chest hurts when I twitch at the fact that even though I'm my mother, I can't get her to bump that feeling.

I wondered how long it had been since she stopped laughing.

When I was just a little girl, she said she was very happy and sorrowful, but one day they just smiled lonely. When I thought I laughed happily, my expression became cloudy and sad as if I hadn't.

I asked him many times why, but he didn't answer anything... It was a bad time to watch him worried about a difficult year.

Even if you were cursed, you should have set aside more time to hug me and talk to me more forcibly. Her mother is disqualified from hiding in the shadows and watching her softly.

I was sad and sorry, I put my lips on it.

I really don't want you to forgive me last night, but I really want to see how that kid is doing with this eye.

A gentle peek inside the store that Cristiane has arrived.

Oh... oh, my God.

For the first time, Christiane worked diligently to help with her job as a salesman.

My eyes are still swollen. But I heard you cut off your own hair, it looks nice and tidy.

The woman who came out of the back... I wonder if she's the general here. The expression of solidarity with Cristiane, as laborious, but very flamboyant, is so reassuring to me.

I'm sure he's left the job to that unfamiliar kid, also to distract Cristiane.

I watched her work as she thanked the general for her concern, and suddenly the store became noisy.