When he returned to the orphanage late at night, the boy frowned, realizing that there was supposed to be a freezing gap wind blowing in there, sometime warm.
Boy - No, should I call you a youth?
The body combined suppleness and rigour, and obsidian eyes already had grown-up colors.
Long dark hair, slightly yellowish skin and, more importantly, a single eye with a slice length that is not often seen in Berk, give it a sense of oriental beauty.
That, too, should put together a unique tranquility, he was the son of an immigrant who had flown from the land of the East to this lower town, called Faye by his companions.
He moves his black-crushed long body and quietly ascends the stairs to the attic like a vigilant beast.
Opening the crude door, many orphans were already resting on the floor.
In that, a fellow who seemed to be still awake comes out in a good mood.
"Oh, welcome back, Brother Faye."
and laughing hard and raising one hand is a little boy with red hair and a blush but impressive.
His first name is Theo.
Faye looked surprised to see his orphan companions, including him, wrapped in a futon when they were muddy.
Futon with plenty of feathers.
Such a thing, because it was in this orphanage.
Seeing Faye's gaze at what it was, Theo proudly pointed to the futon.
"Does this bother you? It's a spill."
The explanation is terminal, but I can't draw intentions.
For Faye to remain silent, now a chestnut-haired boy, about five more years younger than Theo, explained in a quiet voice.
"You know, starting tomorrow, a noble woman will be sleeping here. So I got donations, firewood, charcoal, and a bunch of duvets so the guy wouldn't be crippled. Even though it's only the beginning of winter, I didn't hesitate to burn the fireplace today. Brother Faye's futon is for me now."
The young boy said his name was Johann, and he was also a brother in this orphanage, but he seems to be quite a livered man.
He said to his oligarchy, frightened brother, softly, "Can I use two of them until morning?," he tilted his neck, but peeled one silently at Faye, pointing his mouth at him.
Faye silently adjusted her sleep schedule, but unexpectedly stares seriously at the soft cotton feel that touches her skin.
Finest touch.
It makes sense that orphans who go to sleep every day trying to circle themselves are sitting there sleeping.
There, Theo, who remained wrapped around the futon, spoke to me like a prank.
"Surprise to hear, Brother Faye. Who do you think that woman is coming to us tomorrow? Oh, my God, it's The Rose Angel, the rumored beautiful lady whose fame even reaches this lower town right now!
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"They're after my life for everything, and I decided to hide myself here until it was almost cold. Look, we're, uh, blurry, but it feels like a good distance from the royal castle, and, hey, Dean, only your mouth is strong, huh? Looks like some of them were chosen for it."
Theo, whose hobby is gathering information, can't wait to see that the rumor seed came from the other side.
Speaking with a grinning face, he then deepened his grin and looked at Faye.
"But that's not the best reason. I don't know why angels are here, because her half-brother is Brother Bell."
"... what?
Until then Faye, who remained silent, finally speaks out.
Theo nodded satisfactorily, pulling out the reaction as expected.
"You don't know Brother Faye, who is oblivious to rumors. The" Rose Angel "we're talking about in the alley is about the daughter of the house where Brother Bell was taken. Yes, Brother Bell - our vicious angel is now the brother of The Rose Angel. Brother Bell is the one who brought me the futon today."
Bernardo, who had an aristocratic appearance for the son of a florist, was honored for his extraordinary beauty and nicknamed "Angel of Lower Town" by his companions.
Nevertheless, on the back of a clean face, he was a person known for his harsh, belly-black personality and obnoxious attacks, so he always has pillows such as "most fearful" or "vicious" when used.
He lived in a whorehouse with his mother, but he was close to the orphanage children in his neighborhood, and Theo and Johan also admired him by calling him "Brother Bell".
However, the closest thing to Bernardo was Faye.
Two years older than Bernardo, he was an oligarchy, lacking expression, but excellent at physical manipulation and, anyway, very strong.
The style of silently smashing his enemies and the kind of Bernardo who sneers his opponent behind his back makes sense of why, and the two of them, acting together so often that they are seen as "buddies," have repainted the power map of this lower town.
Faye himself is a tough person to stick with, but tagging Bernardo and kicking the irresistible adult was the longing of these orphanage boys.
So, as soon as Bernardo left downtown, Theo thought he'd completely forgotten about him, but he didn't even try to follow in his footsteps.
"Damn, that's about it, Brother Faye will know too. Long time no see, Brother Bell, he was so handsome. The nobleman's on the board."
I remember Bernardo, who came at noon, gently moaning Faye.
Even six months ago he was a beautiful boy, but his beauty was polished and Theo was very excited.
"Rose Angel - I'm Rosa, and she said that she's going to accompany that person and that Brother Bell is going to stay here for a while. Looking forward to it. I mean, Brother Bell, who sends a bunch of money and futons to an orphanage that's not even my parents' house, isn't that too cool? I'm sure it's for us. It's been a disappointment from the arrogant aristocrats."
"Brother Bell, that's the kind of guy you're good at."
Johann agrees peacefully, too.
What rises to the back of his brain is Bernardo's merciless removal of money from adults and merchants with an abalone grin named "Angel Smile".
He was small in stature and his fighting power was no match for Faye, but he behaved weakly and was greatly better at drawing out sympathy and hardware.
So Theo and the others who want to support the heroes of the lower town more than the aristocratic women think this.
"Maybe, I'll do my best for Rosa, and act like it's actually Brother Bell's operation. Because you hate basic women, Brother Bell. As far as I'm concerned, it's not a big deal that Rosa Rumor is talking about, and I wonder if Brother Bell is pulling the money out of an arrogant uncle with a good reputation."
"I wonder what kind of person you are, Master Rosa. They're supposed to teach us to study for sleepovers... but if you're a self-satisfied mistaken woman, I'm tired."
"You're here, 'I teach orphans letters,' someone who's satisfied. Even if it rots, I grew up in Wangdu, and I can read and write. Uh, but even the silly, serious, late-going nun-like type is troublesome. I wish you'd just pull the cage and give me the money."
The tone is light but the content is quite spicy.
Though the lower town, this orphanage, which houses in the Wang Dynasty, occasionally received "benevolent graces" from the nobles and "fearful condolences".
That means you have to crawl and rejoice in second-hand items and benevolent grins that are thrown at you on a whim.
These three, who had been orphans since the time of their hearts, were even accustomed to the matter of their hands, but they also hated it twice as much as men.
Because nothing irritated them more than disdain disguised as good intentions.
"But, Johann. You're just like Brother Bell, and you're better at bruising and sweetening. If you listen to the classes and the others properly, and if you turn to Rosa like a chick and you're sweet, you'll get about a penny, right?
Theo laughs wildly, dividing all the noble ladies from the same, if at all.
"Neither is Brother Faye, not as orthodox as Brother Bell, but you're a pretty good man. Even one of the loving laughs floats and whispers sweetly, maybe you can draw it to the side? Oh, that's good! Then Brother Bell and I will be together again..."
"Nonsense"
But Faye just blocks it.
He said lightly, laying down in a blanket.
"I'm sorry I got used to being a nobleman. Rosa and I, and Belle."
There is a faint mix of exotic language nuances in somewhere too little pronunciation.
Still, the chill lying there could not be misheard.
"Huh? And Brother Bell? Brother Faye, we were so close."
"He's changed."
In their mouths as if they knew Bernardo these days, Theo and the others look at each other.
The look on Faye's face, who turned his back on this one, could not be found out from them.
"He's, like," over there. "Contempt, exploit and not accept us.... That woman changed it."
But - I could only feel Faye's grunting "That Woman" word caged in a chill that wouldn't even prevent a warm futon from freezing itself.