Cyril stepped into the house where Aldis lived, exercising as if she was urging her to rest as soon as possible. When he sits down on the chair as recommended, he knows the bad manners and drops his arms on the pillow to the table.
"What happened to Kiriri?"
"Are you tired?
The girls who rush with the patter call out to make fun.
When I turned my head, I saw four bluish light green eyes. Twins that Aldis has been protecting for four years.
It's been a month since Cyril first met her twins. I can't tell yet, but "Filia" and "Liana" seem to be their names.
According to what I heard, I was 12 years old. It's not strange that a normal town girl notices her color, but Cyril sees her twin's mental age to be quite young.
Cyrill is a boy of his age. Carefree The girls who have begun to show femininity in their faces while leaving their loveliness will not feel bad if they can point their smiles without them.
The shining platinum blonde hair reminded me of the softness that was likely to be swept away by the breeze, and reminded me of the delicateness that could escape if I tried to touch it. The charming, slightly larger eyes highlight them, and the small but well-shaped nose balances the entire face. His expression was rich and his temperament was cheerful, and it was certain that he would be sent a hot glance by the boys around him if he was in town.
Unless you know that you are twins, it is difficult to believe that they are persecuted. Fear In fact, the attitude of first meeting was such that he could not seem to be a twin. Asylum This is the best proof that you can live comfortably under Aldis.
"Wipe your sweat with this!"
The twins are offering a towel with a full smile.
"Thank you, um ..., Philia?"
While receiving the towel, Cyrill calls her name in a slightly exploring tone, and the girl happily answers, showing her white teeth.
"Hit!"
Apparently it was correct.
If you wash your face and neck with the towel you received, the pleasant smell of steaming herbs from the kitchen will flow.
"My Lord, can I use warm tea?"
"I'm good, but can you give Cyril something cold?"
"Of course."
A woman appeared with her voice.
Her name was introduced by Aldis with her twins, Nere. It was one of the main reasons that Cyrill became a twin tutor.
Is he a little older than Cyrill? The ideal proportions of artistic students who belong to the liberal arts course will want to draw their entirety. It was a little expressive, but it had a cold atmosphere with long eyes, but it made up for it.
"I have herbs that have a recovery effect from fatigue.
"Oh, yes"
Putting a cup in front of the adorable Cyril tilts her body, and her long hair pats her shoulders. Action As she flows her hair over her back, Nere arranges her twins and her cups one by one on the table. Her long hair drew a sweet scent and tickled Cyril's nose.
Nere walks into the kitchen when she holds the empty tray beside her. Cyril glanced off at the back from her human appearance.
"Don't drink, Cyrill?"
"Eh ...? Oh, yes."
Cyril, who was asked by Aldis and returned to me, responded in a hurry.
In front of me was the cup Nere left earlier. A refreshing scent drifted from the cold tea with herbs.
"I will do it."
Water droplets adhering to the outside of the cup visually signal its coldness.
Immediately reminded of his thirst, Kirill immediately tilted his cup and poured cold tea into his stomach. A cold sensation descends down the center of the body and cools down from the inside.
"Well ..."
The long hair that I saw earlier enters the view of Kirill, who poured tea into her breath. Light blue hair that is as close to white as possible, so-called Alice Blue. The owner is, of course, Nere.
"You should drink the second cup slowly."
A further cup of tea served as if timed.
"Oh, thank you very much"
He seems to be a "subsidiary of Aldis", but he is quite convinced.
I have never seen a servant serving an aristocracy, but I have seen many servants and servants in the future as a merchant apprentice. For some, it's hard to be complimented, but sometimes you'll meet real experts with advanced skills and insight.
Nere is by no means inferior to those real ones. If you stand by the Lord, you will be able to exercise your abilities as a competent servant.
Summary Not only that, if she puts on her own costume, she can be turned into a shining flower by her servant. Even sitting on a chair with the twins and gently tilting the cup reminds me of an artist on canvas depicting an ideal lady envisioned in her head. If you introduce a noble lady to someone who meets you for the first time, you will have an atmosphere that you might believe.
It was clear that it was affecting twin growth. At first glance, each of the twins did not seem like a very uneducated child. The movement of raising the cup is very refined-it doesn't go so far, but it does show good growth.
I don't know if it came from Nere's education or if the twins mastered it. But at least because of living with Nere.
"Nele, hot"
Toss, "Don't panic. Don't hurry. Put your hand casually on the outside of the cup before you lift it, and make sure it's warm. "
When the twins are embarrassed by the heat of the tea that they put on their mouths, they show off their faces while licking, but with a flowing hand.
"like this?"
"Um. It's just casual."
Cyril cries out to Aldis while watching.
"What is Nere?"
"……I do not know"
Jin Kirill had a natural question, but Aldis's answer was ambiguous.
"I don't seem to be my turn except for language issues ..."
Aside from language, Cyril feels like leaving everything else to Nere.
"It would be nice if I could just give me the language and common sense without worrying."
"Huh ..."
Cyril, who has no real feeling for her role, can barely respond.
"Cyrill, Cyrill. I have a lot of time today."
The non-cat tongue twin leans out and asks.
Currently, training is still the main focus, but originally Cyril's role was to educate twins. Even before full-fledged education, they had to talk to their twins in town and schools in a short time, such as before the start of training, so that they could understand each other.
For those who have never been out of the forest for four years, the story of Cyril will feel very fresh. This worked, and the distance between Cyrills was so small that the twins were compelling to talk outside.
"Yes, that's right. Today I bought a story book at a school stand. There are many stories that girls would like, so I'll read them later."
"Um! I did it!"
It is Kirill's judgment that a story with female characters would naturally be a practice to acquire female tone.
Cyril felt like the twins rejoiced and the tiredness that weighed heavily throughout the body was somewhat alleviated.
Dinner “Is it going to get ready for the early days?”
"Let's eat Cyrill, too. Will the school be closed tomorrow, and will it be fine to be a little late?"
Certainly, as Aldis says, Kirill, whose school is closed the next day, has no reason to return home early.
"Um, yeah ... then, let's just take the word."
Cyril, who knows Nere's skills, is willing to accept Aldis's kindness.
After an early dinner, Kirill was obsessed by the twins and had to read the story. It seems that minimal reading and writing is taught by Nere, but for some reason the twins prefer to read and hear by Cyrill rather than reading a book themselves.
"Because the fianas turn pages too soon."
"They are just slow to read."
Apparently, even though they are twins, they seem to read at different rates, and they complain about each other. Kirill's story tells us that they are just steps away.
Cyril sits down directly on the carpet on the floor, and Kirill opens the book with her right and left between her twins and reads slowly.
How much time has passed since then? After reading two short stories, Cyrill noticed that the light coming in through the window was fading.
"Oh, it's time like this ..."
The western sun, which dyed the sky red, has disappeared, and the sky seen through the window unfolds a pale silver world. A small light studded with no gaps covers the whole sky, against the background of dark black. The light, as if it were pouring down, was just quietly standing there, gently illuminating the world, blinking in a wave.
Azusa This is a sight called “” by the people, telling the end of the day and the arrival of the night.
Now that Cyril's speech has ceased, the house is surrounded by calm silence. Only the leaves of the trees shaken by the wind deliver a slight buzz to Cyril's ears.
At the table, Nere was pouring fresh tea from a pot into a cup. The straight stream sucked into the cup reverberates indoors as the only sound played by a person. Aldis, sitting between Nere and the table, appears to be dormant, supporting his chin with his elbows upright.
He's a nap when he takes his eyes off. Cyrill felt a strange strangeness coming in.
"Cyrill. Look, night has come!"
"That one! It has expanded!"
Looking out to the twins' voices, you can see the night beginning to spread from the corner of the sky.
When you think that the border between the apex of the trees and the light sky has been dyed black as if it were bordered, the stain quickly spreads the print and begins to erode the sky. The sky glowing pale as if I had dropped black ink on a wet cloth.
By the time black dominance had reached the west edge, the light sky would only be left in a corner of the zenith like a vacant hole. The world is barely swallowed by the light shining from the area.
Lights People call it the "moon", which is the only one in the night of darkness.
"Hey, Cyril. Why doesn't the moon become night?"
"Eh? Whatever ... I've always been like that."
Cyril, who answered in distress, tries to cheat.
"But what is it? I've heard the same thing from the director in the past."
Recalls a young self who had the same question and smiles subtly.
"Yes, you don't know Cyrill. So what about Nere? Do you know Nere?"
The twins refuse to rely on Cyril and turn their questioning partner into Nere. Nere brought a steaming cup to his mouth and opened his mouth to check the scent for a breath.
After all, "I don't want to have something that I don't want. But I still can't help but ask for a person. Even if I know it's a compensation."
Is it really the answer to the twins' question? Kirill, who cannot judge, raises only one eyebrow and thinks.
Naturally, the twins looked at each other with the expression of a question mark wrapped around their heads, like Cyrill.
"Did you see Rianna?"
"I don't know. Philias?"
"I don't even know Philias."
Tilt your head with a look like a fox.
Cyril looked at her twins with the same feelings, but suddenly noticed the golden color moving sled even at the edge of her sight, and shifted her consciousness there. Rina, who had been crouching under Aldis's feet, seemed to point her eyes at Nere, which seemed to be interesting.