- Sleepy. We're at our limit. Sleep tight.
A few hours after I decided to let go of my senses.
"Hey, it's lunch break. It's time to get up."
It woke me up and Max's voice gradually came to my ear.
In a word of "lunch break," I woke up.
"It's already lunch? I was just about to."
I got up from the desk that was lying down. The usual members are gathered around my desk.
I accidentally spent all my morning classes asleep.
"It was an unusual night's sleep. How are you feeling?
Yuka asked me worried. It was nonstop from a limited time to lunch break. But it's just a lack of sleep.
"The teacher's total throughput was brighter and funnier."
Noah tells me as she giggles. What does that mean, Konoyaro? I won't get hurt if you wake me up. Probably.
"Are you busy working on the case?
Viola asks. Viola's intentions are to counter the monster invasion that is underway in the country. Certainly the company that is getting the information is busy right now, and we are in a tough situation without exception, but the answer to that question is no. I've got a lot of staff I can count on, so I'm mostly in charge of my practice.
I was too busy to say what I was doing here in the most private way.
"Yeah, a little bit. It's been a long time since I've been up all night."
Especially aware of Euca, I answered appropriately turbid.
Chiaran cares a little and gazes at my complexion.
"I didn't move the classroom, so I left it there, but should I just skip the meal?
"Yeah, thanks for waking me up."
I'm afraid I'm about to give you one more piece of gossip about my health, but maybe it's because I figured out the reason for my lack of sleep from the exchange earlier?
After more than four hours of sleep, my head finally cleared up.
No matter how busy you are, because you are always protecting your life as regularly as possible, occasionally breaking your rhythm brings you directly to your physical condition.
I usually clean up my carry-on work during class, but last night was something I couldn't have done at school.
After all, it was carved metal, so there were tools and sounds. School classes are basically okay for internal work at your own risk, but that's how it gets in the way of classes.
Even if it wasn't, it was a secret job.
Because it was an Euca birthday gift accessory.
By the way, I'm Ivan, the sculptor, and I'm still non-public. I'm not going to be able to increase my workload anyway, and it would be troublesome if I asked you personally.
After admission to school, production time was strictly secured, and now Ivan is constraining the amount of work to digest the work already ordered and make personal gifts like this one.
I was originally involved in accessory making when I was a child because there was no craftsman who could make what I imagined.
I've been raising your craftsmen in parallel for a few years, and it's finally coming to me. Recently, I have been entrusting more and more of the accessories I use. Thanks to this, my work is shifting to a designer and it has become much easier.
It seems that Ivan's premiere is rising again because of the further reduction in production, but we can't afford any more work. I want to do everything I want to do, but I only have one person so I have to choose to throw it away.
However, even if there was a design I wanted before, I couldn't make it in time, but now that accessories are increasingly being made as ordered, as long as I am happy as a single user. But my eyes aren't sweet. If you don't like the finish, don't hesitate to try again! You can do it yourself, but don't spoil it. You're being rude to the craftsman.
Speaking of birthday presents, I'm actually preparing something else at the same time.
Winter comes our twins' birthday.
At the age of three, each direction also emerged clearly.
Chris is physically close, and Lorraine seems to be a knight close to magic. They're starting to have fun training with Tristan now.
When I hear such stories, I'm a little jealous of myself for not being able to fight. Oneechan would like to mix it with ~, but I can't follow it anymore. To a three-year-old.
I'm working hard on a little toddler outfit for the twins. As well as being practical, Chris was cool in cuteness, and Lorraine was pursuing cuteness like a magical girl. I want to see where I wore it early ~!!
Speaking of birthdays, there are a few things I think about these days.
Perhaps it's because you've stopped running away from reality, and you've made sure you don't think about it deliberately.
Recently, there has been an increase in the number of thoughts that have turned away from me.
One of them is about Grace.
The one who killed me. Someone who died because he gave birth to me.
Honestly, I didn't think I'd be interested. I don't resent you, and I don't feel intimacy. I just want to thank you for giving birth. I don't really feel anything with my mother.
I guess I've always felt like someone else because I didn't believe anything about Grace's feelings for me. I never thought deeply about just reaching a conclusion that wasn't interesting anyway.
However, when I removed my preconceptions about her and thought straight from the front, it was just one of the "things you gave birth to" that was incredible.
I doubt it clearly now.
Why didn't Grace give up on me?
After a difficult birth, Grace took her breath away at the same time as my birth. There can be no way that the person who literally gave birth to me had any feelings for me.
The Duchess is naturally waiting for a healing magician to give birth.
Although the use of magic is strictly forbidden because of the adverse effects on the fetus, it is up to the person and family to decide whether to give priority to the mother or the fetus.
As soon as Grace ordered, he was given priority. It's a tough decision, but it's never outrageous or unusual.
Especially if she's had a way of life that only thinks about herself.
Grace didn't have to die as long as he gave up on my safety. However, even in dangerous areas, no healing magic was used, and it was already too late at the end of childbirth.
When I think of her loose shell, which will be fighting in the near future, there are waves running into my heart in a more complicated mood.
Since I started caring about a human named Grace, I've managed to get into a place that I've been avoiding before.
One of them is Grace's private room, which remains in the Mansion at the time. I used to get in and out of the clothing room a lot, but the other private areas were barely close.
So I found a ticket left in the desk drawer.
From the date, I realized it belonged to the play I was about to go to when I ran over Zachariah.
Grace didn't go to the theater after that. And I kept the ticket with me all the time.
That alone changed the shape of the Grace statue in me.
When I asked my long-serving servant, he said that the stage was Grace's favorite act that had been going through especially repeatedly since he was a child.
Concerned about asexuality, I went to watch the same act by myself and was shocked again.
--Repeat this since you were a kid?
I can't believe Grace's obsession with the story was so shaken that I watched it now that I caught up with her year of sharing.
What kind of luck is this...?
I was once again convinced that the encounter between Zachariah and Grace was not a coincidence.
I don't have a chance to confirm her will forever.
Still, I realize that I'm beginning to believe that there was only a strong feeling for the child she was born into.
--I think it's a little too much.