The Escape of Layla

"Happy Birthday, Grete!

A week after that, in the distance of the mansion where the Besters live, three of the Besters and Mr. Leanhardt, my five gathered for a very warm birthday party, albeit on a small scale. On the large dining table, Mr. Charlotte arranges his handmade cakes and dishes, and the ceilings and air are bracketed with handmade decorations.

Also, the gentle magical light drifting fluttering through the room was very fantastic, and I was under the impression that the birthday party of the Fantasy King's Capital was something like that. I was distracted and stared at the light when Mr. Charlotte asked me, "Is that so unusual? As much as he said," so I guess it's normal in this city.

"Look, I'll give you a bear stuffed animal from Mom and Dad"

Mr. Ralph, Charlotte's husband, held a stuffed animal about the same height as Mr. Grete. The fluffy look looks very comfortable.

"Wow! Thanks, Pa, stay!

Mr. Grete, dressed in a frilly peach dress, is just the angel himself, his cheeks loose just watching. The future will be a beautiful lady similar to Mr. Charlotte.

"I'll take this. Grete likes to paint, so it's a sketchbook and paint."

Mr. Leenhardt grins, handing Mr. Grete a gift wrapped in gorgeous wrapping paper. Mr. Grete let his eyes shine and said, "Thank you, dear! He replied," Mr. Charlotte had a suspicious eye on Mr. Leanhardt somewhere.

"... brother, you don't use weird magic, do you?

"Weird, that's rude... It's the extent to which the drawing moves in the sketchbook."

I said farewell, but such a wonderful substitute, a child can't be unhappy. As much as I'd like to draw anything.

"I'm glad it's decent. The talking doll I gave you as a kid was creepy and I couldn't help it..."

"Terrible, I can't believe I brought up such an old story. I just learned magic back then, so I wouldn't have a choice."

"But Charlotte still seems to be decorating. Because you showed me."

A big Mr. Ralph is stroking Mr. Grete's head with a big hand that has as much as Mr. Grete's face. Alongside Mr. Charlotte, who had a narrow line, Mr. Ralph's body size seemed even more exaggerated.

"Hey Ralph. It's okay, you don't have to say that!

"I'm sorry," Mr. Ralph grinned bitterly as Mr. Charlotte smacked me. Between those two, Mr. Grete is grinning and holding a bear-plush toy of a gift. Whoever saw it, it was like a family of happiness itself.

"That's okay, Mr. Ralph. Charlotte isn't being honest because it's not the story that started right now. Show Leila later, too."

"There's no way Leila can show me that creepy doll. You could fall down."

That's what Mr. Charlotte says in all seriousness, so I accidentally laughed at him when he tickled. I'm not that weak. Anyway, people in this city tend to over-protect me because of this nasty body.

"Leila, what are you doing?

Mr. Grete raised his voice unexpectedly as to whether the conversation between the adults was boring. Soothed by its childish honesty and innocence.

"Here, Grete. I don't know."

"Uh, but I want it!

"It's all right, we've got it right."

I walked up to Mr. Grete's sight and smiled at the little angel.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Grete. From me, I'd like to give you this."

Knead to Mr. Grete's gaze and gently hand him a brooch wrapped in thin paper.

"Can I open it?

"Yeah, of course. I'm glad you like it..."

When Mr. Grete ripped the thin paper tingly, he took out the brooch I had embroidered over the course of a week from inside. There was a bright yellow sunflower in the middle, embroidered with fine flowers such as anemones, blurred grass and tin runs to draw a circle around it. I also struggled with color placement so that it looked as gorgeous as possible.

"Clear! How do you grab this?

"It's called a brooch, and it can be worn on the chest of your clothes. But since Mr. Grete is still young, he may be in danger, so you may want to wear a hat, doll, etc."

"Pretty elaborate embroidery... that must have been tough, huh?

Mr. Charlotte makes sure he peeks in and stares at the brooch, and he speaks such words of labor. Honestly, I tried pretty hard, but seeing Mr. Grete smile blew me off somewhere like tired.

"Because I had fun, too. I hope you're only careful with the needle."

"It's okay. I don't know, but let me put it on Grete's hat."

"Yeah, be sure to do that"

I can wear it to my chest only after Mr. Grete grows a little bigger. If we get to the hat, Mr. Grete is less likely to get hurt, and it's safe for me.

"Layla, if you're too crouched, your legs will hurt. You should sit in this chair."

Mr. Leanhardt showed such care as he offered me his hand. Really, this guy is always watching over me. Every time I take that hand, sweet moments tighten my chest with peace of mind.

"Thank you, Mr. Leanhardt"

"Oh, that sounds good. You did it, brother."

"Charlotte, don't say anything extra..."

"You look like that in my eyes, brother-in-law."

"Ralph's starting to look like Charlotte too..."

With a bitter face somewhere, Mr. Leanhardt stares at Mr. and Mrs. Bester. Even such a side was kind of loving, and I crippled it and zeroed my grin again.

Just after a full meal, I sat next to Mr. Grete and watched her paint hard on the sketchbook that Mr. Leanhardt had just given me. The object of Mr. Grete's painting is apparently the stuffed bear of a gift sitting across the street. The bear stuffed animal is named Eddie, and since when is he wearing Mr. Grete's little hat with my back brooch on?

"Um, no, that's nasty. Hey, hey, hey!

"I used to paint flowers all the time, and I can't paint these adorable things. I'm sure Eddie would be more than happy to paint it for you."

"Well, uh, no, later. That cake you just ate!

"Yeah, that's good"

Mr. Charlotte has quite the ability to paint. He also had a good memory, and now he even painted the original shape of the cake that had already been cut. Drawing four candles at the end, Mr. Grete showed me satisfied.

"Done! Cake!

At that moment, a red light lit the candles of the cake drawn by Mr. Grete in response to Mr. Grete's voice that he "could". The paint shines and sways loosely, as if looking at a real candle. Mr. Leanhardt said it was a magical sketchbook, so I'm sure the magic activated. I was much more surprised than Mr. Grete.

"You're good, Mr. Grete. Show it to your mother and father later."

Mr. Leanhardt and Mr. Ralph are going to the city to pick up the alcohol they had reserved for their birthday party night, and Mr. Charlotte is cleaning up the meal in the kitchen for us. I wanted to show you all this wonderful Mr. Grete painting as soon as possible, but it looks like I'll have to wait a little while.

"How many bottles did your sister have?

Today is the first time I've come across something warm called a birthday cake with a candle, but I guess I'm asking about my age. I replied with a smile to Mr Grete.

"I'm 18, so I guess I'll be able to stand 19 for my next birthday"

"18 Do you have to? Then you haven't been that long since you were born yet! Stay with Grete!

I didn't know Mr. Grete, 4, would tell you that. Its adorable innocence made me laugh like I accidentally blew it out. It's adorable again where I said it in great seriousness.

"Yeah, right. Sure, I'm still a good young man."

"Greatest, I can tell you how old I am! Eh, you have to be 25, you have to be 30."

I never asked him how old he was toward face to face, but was Mr. Charlotte even seven older? It's not surprising, though, given that Mr. Grete will be 4 years old now.

Then Mr. Leanhardt seems a little younger because of that overly neat face, I guess, in his late 20s.

"So, Rihanna, you're going to have to do 20 for your brother."

To Mr. Grete, who said confidently, I put in a correction softly with a smile.

"Mr. Leanhardt is Grete's mother's brother, so it would be weird if he wasn't older than his mother. Ask your mother again."

Even from Mr Grete's eyes, does Mr Lienhardt look youthful? But Mr. Grete looks up at me strangely and tells me.

"Brother, don't you have 20? Already, what a mess, all the time."

"... Huh?

"As always, I've always been 20, but I'm old enough to be in my pants! But your brother hasn't been in" The Mei One "yet."

Unexpectedly, and looking back at the cracking sound of the dishes, Mr. Charlotte, with a blue face somewhere, stood up. There are scattered cracked teacups at her feet.

"... Grete, no way, you told Leila?

"Yeah! 'Cause what's up with your sister?

"No, Grete. Leila... Leila didn't have to know."

Mr. Charlotte changed his blood phase and grabbed Mr. Grete's shoulder. Tears accumulate in Mr. Grete's big eyes as soon as possible.

"Oh, I'm sorry... stay"

I can't grasp the situation, but I grinned aggressively in front of Mr. Grete, who was going to cry. I'm sure it was something bad not to be asked. It's okay, I'm good at pretending I don't know.

"Oh, um... Mr. Charlotte, I haven't heard anything. So please, don't blame Mr. Grete."

The making laughter that I should have been so good at is going to attract me at some point. That means I've had a lot of natural grins since I got here. I don't want to break up my relationship with the people who gave me a real smile.

"... No, I'm sorry I got emotional. It wasn't Grete's fault... and sooner or later, Leila was going to know."

In Mr. Charlotte's eyes resides a strong will that solidifies his determination.

"... I'll tell you everything. About Us, Lewayne's Cursed Blood"