Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

"Margaret, you were here. Don't push it, all the injuries haven't healed yet."

A voice for me holding a cage in a well-maintained vegetable garden that is quite large and harvesting vegetables for two in slow motion. I smile and snort in response to that voice, which is full of warmth and kindness, that I can't go out on my own.

Closer to this one is Buddy the dog like a big Afghan hound and the owner, Dear Adelaide. She's a strange woman who was protecting and treating me as an unidentified suspicious person who was rolling over with a major injury and taking care of my clothing and living even more... yes, I wasn't dead. I didn't, but incredibly, I came to a different world.

I should have lost consciousness on the ground that day, but I woke up on the bed of a fluke... with all the intense pain in my body. Looking down at me were two old men...... a romance grey grandfather in white and a classic one-piece dress grandmother. When I saw that woman, it was a swallowing memory of reading that made me forget the pain for a moment.

"What, Mr. Tasha? Heaven after all! Or the world of red-haired Anne?

Yes, an aunt with a very similar atmosphere to Ms Tudor here was Adelaide, the mistress. My thoughts weren't even voiced by losing the severe pain, but they were tremendously confusing in my brain.

When my grandfather in white did something (it was too painful to see) and the treatment was over, it also caused him a little pain, but he suffered from blunt pain and fever for a couple of days, and instead of moving out of bed, he couldn't help but wake up.

In the meantime, it was Lady Adelaide who carried the meal, fed it, cleansed her body and nursed her with devotion.

I learned after being able to get up, but Master Adelaide is a hidden aristocratic woman, but there are no servants in this large mansion and you basically do everything yourself.

Two days a week, you come to work and ask for help, but to that extent. She is a goddess of make-believe, who has left me without one unpleasant face to look after an unidentified injured person who is younger than me but useless.

As the pain drew, I could afford to know what my current situation was, but I had trouble.

I have no voice.

The only thing that came out of my mouth that Lady Adelaide tried to answer me by gently asking me her name was the unsound air. She gently controlled me to try harder and harder as I turned bright blue and brewed me warm tea. Have a sip of tea...... I cried for the first time then. No voice, no sound. I couldn't stop bursting with tears.

I thought I was dead suddenly, and I was alive, but I was seriously injured where I didn't know.

I can't keep up with my understanding.

I was suddenly scared that I wouldn't even know what I was... and I finally realized it.

That this is a different world, and I can't go back. The original world said I was dead in that accident. I don't know why, but my mind knew that was true.

Not even a whimper can make a sound. Losing my voice instead of my life, I came here.

There was another thing I lost. My eyes. Even though it was a very ordinary Japanese scorched brown eye, it was a light brown and slightly odd-eyed one eye only close to gold. So far, I don't know why or how to make use of it.

Unfortunately, my vision wasn't very good. I have some inconvenience because I have no glasses or contact. Nevertheless, it's not so invisible that everyday life won't give you it. Because a meter away is about as blurry as you can see your face. Well, I can handle it. I'm not watching TV here, I'm not driving, I'm fine.

I understand the language for some reason. Hearing and reading are fine. So communication of intentions is a written statement. The culture and living level of this world feels a little like the old Europe and America, and there are many things similar to the original world. It could be tea or a dog. I just figured the book seemed expensive, and when I do, I inevitably can't waste paper either, so the brush talk uses palms and ground.

My name seems so hard to pronounce that when I asked him to name me in this world he named me "Margaret" which means “pearl” after a while of worrying... because I was pearl piercing.

Not of true circles used for formality, tear-shaped as in Vermeer's paintings, but smaller mustard pearls than that. I work on the fittings to make sure they don't come off as much as they caught on a little bit.

Basically, the customer service industry forbids accessories, but I always snuck on the pearl of my mother's shapes instead. Hiding well with medium bob hair and rarely finding pearls made me miss it.

My belongings that came to this world with my bare hands were worn out clothes and only one shoe, a broken watch, this piercing… they named me one of the few beauties of the previous world.

Lady Adelaide noticed that I came from another world before me. They call people like me 'spiritual invitees'.

It's never much because one or two people a hundred years across the continent, but it actually has a record as well. Never contraindicated or secret. Some people, starting with the royal palace and sometimes surrounded by nobles, live in the city well. Sometimes they don't know what to do with it. There are two characteristics of those who are called "invitees of the Spirit", beginning with me.

One is that there is no magic.

The other thing is being able to deal with spirits and fairies.

Listen to this, what a fantasy! I thought I wasn't bad, yeah. 'Cause it's magic, Spirit.' Cause it's a fairy tale, a world of comics and movies, I liked to read and watch. The fantasy world is the perfect place to temporarily forget the intelligent reality!

If you ask me, they all have a lot of magic, a lot less, that's what's alive, and the lack of magic is the same as being dead. Wow, I treat zombies.

So, if anyone sees it, they know it's magic power, and in my case, my grandfather in white who treated me for that injury... your doctor, Dr. Daniel, told me that he had broken "this is magic free". At last, they treated that injury with witchcraft. That's why I found out there was no magic.

My hands and feet and other bones were gone, but I recovered to be able to move in a few days for now, so the magic is amazing. Too bad I can't use it.

And the other, an Afghanhound-like Buddy brought me. When I did it, I was moffing my nostalgic buddy, and the palm-sized little ones with clear feathers on their backs made their faces out of between their hair that was so long.

Wow, fairy? I knew it was fantasy! And when I got my hands on it softly, the little ones came on it, so I decided it was cute. When you stick around, you look ticklish, and when you gently stroke it, you look comfortable and snooze.

Both me and I, messing around with the little ones coming one after the other in turn, said my appearance was surrounded by golden glowing particles from scratch.

Its glowing grains, like fluorescence where we say on Earth, are called 'fairy eggs' in this country. Usually when people come deep in the woods, they hide themselves and rarely see them come true. That comes to me often...... that's already the case.

"The Invitational of the Spirit," as it were, is invited to come by the Spirit of this world. Later, that's what Dr. Daniel wrote in the book he borrowed from me.

The Spirit has a role to play in stabilizing the world by its presence, and invitees seem to be like its aids. For this reason, if they find it, they will not treat it as neglect, and they will put their hopes first and foremost in the way they wield themselves. You wouldn't be able to do it if the country was so rough because of the war or something, but now the king seems to be a fine man and peaceful. Thank you.

This mansion is on the outskirts of a little country town, but the Wang capital is also close. He said he would happily take on his personality, both in the royal palace and in the temple, if I wished. All I can do is favor Adelaide, who kindly told me that I should stay here until the injury healed, and that after that I would give your hopes the highest priority.

So, what happened to me in the end... I did Lady Adelaide a favor. Let me give you back what you took care of me, and... If it's not inconvenient, please put it here and use it as a maid.

I was totally fond of the kind Adelaide, a reminder of my favorite grandmother who died when I was a child. As much as I don't want to leave.

Cooking, laundry and cleaning will take a lot of work because there are no appliances, but we can do it all the way. I've been a veteran for fifteen years and ten years living alone. It's like this now, but if the injury heals, it will be quite powerful, so I can help repair the house and some things.

Besides, it must have been about a month since we got here... but there's no sign of relatives, family, etc., including letters. I also know that Master Adelaide looks closely at the family photos that are securely lined up on the fireplace in his living room.

I can't believe I'm alone in this big house and only talk to Buddy.

But if you like it and you're doing it, my offer is just an extra favor. So I told him that too. I want to be with you because I love you now. But he doesn't want to cause trouble. In fact, there's one more mouth to feed.

It was Dr. Daniel who supported my offer like that. I've been worried about Adelaide's life alone for a long time. He recommended a companion to live with him on several occasions, but always said he was easily turned down.

I also have Dr. Daniel's mouthfeel, and I love it, I want to be with you, please! Adelaide lowered her eyebrows and accepted my hot offer that it would be a proposal already. You can leave at any time if you want to, on condition. When I returned that it was when Lady Adelaide wanted me to leave, she laughed in tears that it wasn't until I died.

So we laughed together that you have fifty more years.