The Escape of Layla

I shouldn't have been born.

If there was only one thing for sure, the adults laughed when they ran out of it.

A long time ago, lying on the hospital bed, her mother said this by pointing to a portrait of a rusty rocket with a thin finger.

"This is your real mother," he said.

Inside the rocket my mother pointed to, with empty eyes in her platinum hair, it depicted a beautiful princess. From me with tinted eyes in my brown hair, it wasn't a very but believable story, but my mother stroked my head and laughed.

"Keith, your prominence is very pretty, similar to this one. I can't tell you the details, but please don't forget your real mother."

That's all I left to say, my mother went to eternal sleep. She was a mother with a glorious background of working as a maid in a neighboring royal castle, but at the end of the day she missed nothing about quietly taking her breath away in the cabin behind the woods.

I had no choice but to take the rusty rocket as my mother's figure, who was not wearing any ornaments. I'm not interested in a princess in a rocket like this because the only person to call a mother to me, even if the blood wasn't connected, still held it dear as a mother's shape.

Then shortly afterwards, a big man named it his mother's brother came to pick up the cabin. The man quickly completely sold off his mother's personal belongings and turned them into liquor by vandalizing the inside of a cabin with no big gold eyes. Rusty rockets were also confiscated by men with their eyes on them at that time, and nothing remained that could be called mother's shapes in the end.

"I don't know what the circumstances are, but my sister was pitiful when she pushed such a boring child."

The drunk man was beating me up and laughing at me for wanting to speak in a nasty voice. Not my mother's real child. I didn't seem to be the object of affection for a man. Treated like garbage every day, he ended up cursing me as an abominable child who made my mother unhappy, beaten me for trivial things, and kicked me in the ass. Of course, he couldn't have been treated, so if he noticed, his left pinky finger, which he seemed to have broken, stuck around bent in a strange direction.

My eyes were always swollen, my eyes were strangely narrow and my world was dim. When will this boring life be over, even the feeling of being able to rush to the end gradually fades, and it seems to me that emotions were not functioning properly at the earliest.

The meal was better if given once every three days and moistened my thirst with river water. Everything you can wear is always blush cloth, and I've never worn a shoe. That lasted until every day I turned eight.

Those hellish days changed when a man in trouble for money went down to the city to sell me. "You should only sell high because you look good," I had a feeling when he laughed at me with a booze breath, oh, I guess it wouldn't be a lot, but as it turns out, this behavior of a man would change my life dramatically.

I was bought by a well-dressed old couple who came from Altair, the kingdom. It seems that the couple, who make the translation of books in each country a business, are also engaged in charitable activities, such as taking disadvantaged exotic children and making them educated, and even mediating the work of translators of books at the dawn of their growth.

I can't believe I was soaking muddy water, touching exotic letters, wearing decent clothes, and spending time in an environment where I could eat without missing three meals. It's something I never dreamed of. My life has been fulfilling at once.

I was treasured as a translator when I was able to use both the words of my former neighbor and the words of the kingdom Altair. Unfortunately, I didn't really touch the noble language, so I think it is quite highly regarded that it was just a popular novel for ordinary people exclusively to translate, but still the choice of words is natural. The old couple praised me as I stroked my head. Don't tell me that I almost got zero tears at the kindness of an old couple who treat me like I'm their real grandson or something.

"Keith, I'm sorry, but can you get me some breakfast fruit on the way home from delivering this book? You can choose whatever you want."

"Okay."

I received books and fruit money from an old lady who was a substitute for a breadwinner, and I jumped out of the bookstore. It's common for old couples with bad legs to go shopping instead. A servant comes in two or three times a week to clean a bookstore or do chores, but when he's not around, it's my job.

Even a little job like this makes me happy compared to the days I was being beaten without meaning. If I had kept living under that man, I wouldn't have been able to live until this year.

If I delivered the book to my small house, my customer would have wrapped a cookie that it was baked. I'm 15 years old, but I'm often seen younger than boys my age because of my poor nutritional status in childhood, and it's not uncommon to get sweets like this. Well, I cheeked a baked cookie thinking positively that I had a taste for it.

In winter, the season was marked by white snow. Buy breakfast fruit as you were told, with your hands in the pockets of the warm coat the old couple tailored for you. I have to calculate and buy their preferences as well as old couples because there are other seniors living in the bookstore who make translations their business in addition to mine. But the season was bad, all the fruits were soaring, and I bought all the seasonal apples.

Cheap, but apples are delicious this time of year. Let's peel and eat as soon as we get home. Apples were a treat to me once. It's a blessed life because eating one of those whole things won't scold you. Once again I began walking towards the bookstore in a light foothold, appreciating the environment in which I had been placed.

People traveling along the usual path are just a little early because of the snow. Sometimes around here is the center of the Wang capital, and all the different people weave their superior coats, but the cold ones are still cold. I guess the winter air is too cold for them to know the warmth from birth, even with the warmth of heaven from me.

"... so beautiful"

I look up at the fluffy snow and exhale in a small, white breath. Although it was snowing, it was a pleasant day to see the blue sky everywhere.

"I was there."

And then there was this noise in front of me, and I moved my gaze from the sky to my feet. If you notice, in front of you, a 10-year-old girl, dressed in a fine purple coat, falls flashly and plunges to the ground.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Unconsciously, I was blinded by the beauty of the colour the girl possessed when I grabbed the girl's arm and pulled it up, wretched by the snowpath.

Unhabituated glossy black hair, purple blue eyes as if you had photographed the end of the evening. The neat, neat, noticeable and ceramic white skin was as comfortable as looking at a well-made doll.

I've been in this king's capital for a long time now, but I've never seen purple blue eyes on my black hair. Because of the superiority of what you're wearing, first of all, you won't be a civilian.

"Hehe, I fell! El, I've never fallen on a snowpath before!

The girl was looking up at me like hell. He stares at me with glittering purple blue eyes without even paying for the dirt on his coat.

"That wouldn't make the lady fall on the side of the road like this. Now get back to your parents."

Look around and look for the girl's parent-like person while paying for the dirt on the girl's coat instead of the girl. But the people who go on the road are indifferent to this one, and I haven't seen this one as one.

I have a bad feeling. I looked down at the girl in front of me again.

"Um, Elle, I was trying to catch the snow, but sometime I think I'm off the hook with my father and mother!

The girl laughed again and tilted her neck. Adorable, but definitely this guy will be aware of his charm, the bruises hide.

"Brother, will you join Elle in searching for your father and mother?

With an overwhelmingly adorable smile full of bruises, the girl pushes for a rush of trouble. When I realized, the girl was walking out of my hand.

"Hey, hey, wait..."

The girl keeps walking with my hand pulled as a delight, even when I call her in the back. I accidentally got zero white sighs due to too much force, but I also don't sneak to leave a girl younger than me alone. Without any objection, I was supposed to work with the girl to find the girl's parents.

Good thing the snow stopped, me and the girl were coming to the square in the heart of the king's capital. I feel that the blue sky has widened even further than earlier and that there are more people.

The girl called herself Erna. You're growing up drowned, you're quite a bruised girl. But I can't complain because I actually have cuteness that just doesn't make me say yes or no. I was on the bench with Erna, watching the people on the road.

"Look, take a good look. What's so special about your parents?

"This apple is delicious, Brother Keith!

I told him my name too, and he missed me in a strange way. I said I was desperate to pay attention to people on the road, but the person in question has red ripe apples in his hands and is joyfully stuck.

"... you're a capable weather guy. If we don't find him by sundown, we won't know."

"Um, well, my dad's definitely gonna find out about Elle, so I'm not really worried about him, actually. Look, with these earrings, you can use magic to find them right away."

Erna laughed proudly at the starry sky-colored stone earrings she wore on her right ear. It's a stone I've never seen in a common man like me. I'm sure it's luxury enough for a house to build one.

"If I can find people with that kind of ambiguity, I'll be a detective. Look, just give me the traits."

"It's not silly, it's magic."

Elna looked up at me and grinned when she said that like a little infidelity.

"If Brother Keith says so much, I'll tell you what the traits are. Uh, my father has purple blue eyes in the same dark hair as Erna. You're so tall and cool. I'm the head of the division in the capital of Fantasy King!

Perhaps Erna is younger than she looks, around the appearance of the presence of the Magic King's Capital. Such an obviously lying father is also a father.

Nevertheless, it is unusual for Erna's father to have purple and blue eyes in his dark hair, just like her. Could it be a nobleman mixed with exotic blood?

"Mother, she's a beautiful woman with beautiful flax hair and flax eyes! He's kind, he can study, and he's a teacher in the Mirage King's capital.... but it's a little pathetic to be stuck with my father. My father whispers to my mother every morning that he loves her! Elle, I've been watching it lately and I'm embarrassed."

A beautiful couple of compassionate men and women is a story I've done a lot. Apparently, the wife is much drowned out by her husband. Elna's parents would never have imagined that she was being exposed to conjugal circumstances here.

"And I have my brother Elvis. I'm turning eight this year. Unfortunately, Elvis also has dark hair with purple blue eyes. I was born of my mother, so either Elvis or Elvis could have her mother's beautiful flax hair! We're both bored not to look like fathers."

Erna, voicing somewhere dissatisfied as she picked her own dark hair, was a girl as if she were embodying happiness itself. Honestly, I'm a dazzling, invisible kind of person.

With bruises and runaways like a black cat, I guess Elna is loved by everyone. Painful or painful thoughts must have never happened before. I shifted my gaze to the people on the road, wondering what a noble lady was like.

If it's an array of brunette gentlemen and flax haired ladies, it seems quite remarkable. He'll be desperately looking for Elna over there, too. Outside, I kept staring as I thought this troublemaker might be over soon.

"What about Brother Keith's father and mother?

"I'm not here, that kind of thing"

"How can you not be here?

"I guess there are people who should call themselves fathers and mothers when they're born, but they don't even know their names."

Even the princess's face in the rocket my mother left me is already blurry melted in distant memories. I've never thought about searching, so I don't mind that, but Elna's question made me feel weird.

"Yeah, don't you miss me?

Elna flattens the apple in both hands and peeks into my face. If I gently wiped the apple shards on Elna's mouth, she would gladly narrow her eyes. Elna's colors go hand in hand, and she really thinks she's a black cat-like girl.

"You've never even thought about that. Compared to old times, it's like heaven now every day, so I don't feel like wanting any more."

"El, I know. He said he didn't have an uplifting mind about that!

A girl who keeps her teeth clothed. It's not like there's no upliftment at all. I want to touch a lot more words and be able to translate better, and I wish I had one more guest to enjoy with my translated book. I'm not going to spare any effort to do that.

But outside of work, there may indeed be a passive part. As my mother and mother's brother said, I apparently look a lot like a princess in a portrait, and in general, she falls into the category of looking good, and more and more girls her neighbor's age when she turns 15. Still, so far, I've never had their confession.

Where the girls I don't like or dislike told me to love, the part about not getting any emotions was huge, but more than that, there was also great anxiety about whether I could properly love someone who grew up being abused. Though the emotions that were paralyzed returned to something pretty decent thanks to the kind old couple, romance must be too difficult for me. If it was enough to hurt people with a groan, it would have been easier to stay alone.

"That's right! Hey, Elle, let's be your brother Keith!

I can't even tell Erna that I don't have too much clapping. She's not much of a girl. Maybe I should take an adult response here, but all the white sighs go zero.

"Well, think about your age."

"Elna, what the hell is that..."

I look up all the time to the voice of a man who suddenly comes down from overhead. Soon, in front of him stood a dark-haired gentleman dressed in a pitch-black coat and a woman wearing a colored hat at the depth of her eyes. A dark-haired boy holding hands between them stares at this one slightly, not even saying he saw something funny.

"Father! I knew you'd come!

"You can't, Elna. If you leave on your own...... Elna is so cute, she'll be caught by the bad guys soon."

The dark-haired gentleman stared at Erna to mercy her with the same purple blue eyes as Erna, gently lifting her up and kissing her cheek. Erna immediately turns her arms around the gentleman's neck and keeps her head to sweeten.

"Eh heh, sorry, Dad. Elle, I'll be careful next time, so don't get mad, okay?

That smile, gently tilting her neck and grinning, is certainly adorable enough to lose words. Now, Erna's fatherly gentleman cheeks on Erna while saying "Erna is too cute". You have a ruined face. True, he looked like he said he looked like a father being danced good by his daughter.

"Mr. Leanhardt is too sweet for Erna. It's too late for that."

"It's okay, Mother! Elle, I'm wearing the earrings my father gave me!

"That's right, Layla. Erna's a good girl, so it's pathetic to scold her too much"

The brunette gentleman was hugging her little body all the time as she stroked Erna's head. Even in this short time, I know exactly how drowned Erna is.

"Those are people in trouble..."

When the lady with the hat in her eyes breathed small, the brunette boy, who was holding hands with the lady, laughed all the time.

"I think it's the result of my mother's spoiling."

"Well, Elvis, you say a lot of grown-ups, don't you?

The lady grinned as she stroked the boy's head, called Elvis. If you look closely, he was a boy with dark hair and purple blue eyes who looked very similar to Erna. I guess he's Elna's brother.

The look of a happy family like the one I painted was dazzling to me after all. Let's get the proper greeting and get the hell out of here. Go home and enjoy the seasonal apples.

"Have you accompanied Erna?

Second, the lady walked over in front of me sitting on the bench and gently bent over to gaze at me. So I finally get to see her face under my hat.

The moment my eyes met, I missed the emotions that filled my chest. There's no way I can be familiar with beautiful flax hair, clear flax eyes, but, uh, I remember the princess in the portrait. Tell him he's my real mother, what he looks like. You shouldn't even remember a clear face, but it's a strange feeling.

I know I'm not naturally the same person because this is the only difference in the color of my hair and eyes. But there was something in that portrait that reminded me of the princess.

"Eh... you are..."

The lady was also a lady, and she was about to say something when she saw my face, but eventually she would shut her mouth. What the hell kind of thoughts come from the agitation mixed with a lightly misguided gaze?

"... No, you think too much of me. I beg your pardon. I am Elna's mother. Looks like Erna took care of you and what can I thank you for..."

"That's not a big deal, because I'm not. Well, here I am."

A gentle thank you to the Lady, and the moment she gets up off the bench, a black shadow stands in front of me.

"Well, don't be in such a hurry. Why don't we just talk for a second?"

A gentleman holding Erna back is grinning and looking down at me. A grin so neat that I accidentally fall in love with it, but I can't help but feel less comfortable with my cold and sharp gaze than snow. Perhaps he was listening closely to that strange confession of Erna.

I have the irrational thought of why I could be blamed, but there was no way I could have had a father who is so much in love with his daughter missed without making one of his excuses before.

"First of all, thank you for being so kind to Erna. Thank you very much. Elna is a beautiful girl who is dead on this street, so what would have happened if she hadn't been protected by a kind person like you..."

"Ha... more than anything I can do to help you"

If I returned my careless reply, the gentleman in front of me looked down at me with frozen purple blue eyes.

"That's right, what is that confession of Erna? If I wasn't mistaken, Elna wouldn't be your bride or something..."

"Sure, you said it"

"Damn, Erna's an Erna, too. How do you know I'm going to propose to someone I just met?

The gentleman looked seriously at Erna's face and told him to blame it. Elna, who shrugged her mouth, seemed to be looking for an excuse, but it was the laughter of the lady who laughed that she would shrug her silence.

"Hehe, is that what Mr. Leenhardt says? Where the hell was the magician who first proposed to me when I met him...?

"It's... it's definitely me..."

"You can't compete with blood like this," you say? Mother. "

"Elvis, you know the hard words very well. It's great."

The lady caressed Elna's brother's head with love. Apparently this lady is in charge of this family, etc., and I was thinking about swallowing things, and the gentleman's gaze turned to me again.

"No, wait. It's possible he dictated Erna first. How's it going over there, boy? Elna will definitely be a beauty very similar to Leila in the future, so it's fine to have foresight -"

"Stop, Father! Brother Keith is El's" Destiny Man "!

The word was as if it were a magic that would freeze this place. I made a statement like Elna dreaming of Miga, but the silence really came as if the time had stopped. The gentleman in front of me has lost his words, not to mention his wife and even Erna's brother. Are we all stunned by what Erna said without too much slapping?

"Erna, I don't know now..."

The gentleman, who seems to have finally regained his word, was asking his beloved daughter with a trembling voice. Elna, on the other hand, smiles and looks down at me like she doesn't even care about the upset of her family.

"Brother Keith is Elle's" Destiny Man "! Eh heh, you're so lucky to find me so soon, El!

"Wait a minute, Elna, did you take a good look? Would you look closely again?

As my father urges me, Elna looks down at me from his father's arms. He stared for plenty of seconds, but eventually laughed as he creaked like a light.

"Eh heh, it embarrasses me to watch too much! Looking at Brother Keith makes me overwhelmed with feelings of liking. Definitely, Father!

"Oh no... Erna...? I can't believe I met" Destiny Man "..."

When the gentleman collapsed to the ground with Erna in his arms, he distorted his face to a great extent. I feel like more and more stories are leaping without me, but I can't tell you anything when I see a gentleman on his knees on the ground desperate without hating that fine clothes get dirty.

"Mr. Leanhardt... please stand. You'll catch a cold."

The lady rushes over as she pulls Elna's brother's hand and manages to put her hand on her arm in an attempt to get the gentleman up. But the gentleman didn't have the ear to listen.

"How can you be so calm, Leila... I can't believe Erna's going to your daughter-in-law..."

"Isn't that a pleasure? If Elna doesn't have to suffer hundreds of years of loneliness, it can't be so nice."

"That's right..."

"Father, your clothes will get dirty."

Elna's brother tapped gently on the gentleman's shoulder.

"Elvis...... we have to stop it somehow. As it is, Erna will soon go to her daughter-in-law...?

What a pity for a father to look at his own son. Speaking of my brother, Pompous, he was stroking his father's shoulder so he could forgive me.

"Dad, I'm glad to hear that. My sister didn't have to suffer the curse. Besides, my father might be able to see his grandson's face for the first time in Lewayne's clan."

"Grandson's, face......"

Finally, the story began to leap in a hell of a direction. How is it that I'm going to marry Erna? I can't collect what I wish my sober wife or Elna's brother would stop because we're all talking a lot.

"Um, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to imitate the girl I just met as my lover... and you and I won't be able to match each other in the first place. I'm leaving now."

I can't go out with you any more. The moment he tries to turn his heel back to sigh, he accidentally grabs his coat and blocks his way.

"Elle, I'm not giving up!

Looking back, Erna was smiling naively at my coat with her little hand.

"Absolutely, let me tell Brother Keith I like Erna!

"That's a lot of confidence..."

As she tried to pull her coat off Erna's hand, Erna stared up at this one with her moist purple blue eyes. I'm unconsciously blinded by that trick that whimsical black cats sweeten.

"Elle, you're still waiting here next week for Brother Keith, aren't you? Thanks for the apple, I'll bring you some delicious apple pie!

"... with all that hassle, you don't think I'll break my promise?

I have no in-laws to respond to unilaterally mounted promises. Nothing, I just need to get to discipline. In order not to get into any more trouble, I even thought that would be the best way to do so.

"Brother Keith wouldn't do that. You helped me out on purpose earlier, didn't you, about Elle who fell?

I stare down in front of Erna, who laughs all the time in a meaningful way, no way, and busty purple blue eyes.

"... you, did you fall on purpose?

Did you deliberately fall in front of me to show me what kind of person I am? For example, a girl with a tremendous calculated height pretending to be innocent.

Still, I don't find it strange and uncomfortable because of Erna's overwhelming adorability and the fun of not being able to read her behavior like a black cat?

"Eh heh, nice to see you again! Brother Keith!

Without answering my question, Erna returned to her family when she cheeked on my hand only once.

Really a girl who acts like a black cat all the time. I was disgusted with myself for what I expected, knowing I was being swept away, but wouldn't turn this one around again. It's exactly what Elna thinks.

... I don't know, I feel caught up in something terrible.

Zero bitterness as I gently thanked Erna's family who waved at me. Moment after moment, a gust of snow blew out and I accidentally meditated on my eyes. Winter winds are hard to read when you say it was such a mild climate until earlier.

In such a strong breeze, their appearance was not already there when I raised my face worried that Madame's hat would not have been flown, etc.

I can see the heart pulsing loudly.

The cold, not because of the snow, slowly slipped through my spine. At the same time, I recap unexpectedly the strange words they were saying.

- It's not silly, it's magic.

- My father is the head of the division in the capital of Fantasy King!

- Where the hell was the magician who proposed to me the first time I met him...?

Magic, the capital of the illusion king, the magician. It's all part of the story. They have suspiciously beautiful colors that treat them as if they were things that blend into their everyday...

"- Resident of the capital of the illusion king."

I shrugged and laughed all the time at the silliness. He's been eroded by the book world for a long time because he's been working on translations all these days.

But both Erna and her family were just beautifully convinced when they said they were residents of the phantom king's capital.

"No way, man."

I know you dreamed about it, and while I told myself so, I'd end up taking a trip to this square where I spent the past week with Erna.

I had no reason to know at this time that that would be the beginning of a little love affair between Abominable Kid and Black Cat, as strange and sweet as Miga.