Give out the bouquet of flowers prepared from the storage bracelet. This time around, a bouquet of flowers, similar to yellow gabella, is paired with pale pink blush grassy flowers. I change this every time, but I thought this bouquet was perfect for my image of Yenna. By the way, I bought this at the florist. Sometimes I pick flowers on my way out, but I try to change them like this sometimes because they get the same every time!
"Mother, I'll rent you a room for a while. I wonder how your mother was..."
It's hard to imagine because you're the person I've never even met. No, I've met him before, to be exact, because you don't remember anything before I stayed in the body.
The first time I came here and talked to Mr. Yenna in front of her grave... it was a pretty complicated mood. Because I was a ring, and I felt like getting your precious daughter's body, so I felt somewhat sorry for her. Oh, Father? Of course, I felt the same way, but you thought it would be silly to think about that if you'd spoiled me all that. It was the same after I found out what was going on, and I'm sure you'd accept it, because I see.
But I can't see Mr. Yenna anymore. I couldn't even confirm how I felt, so I was very confused. I know you'll accept me like my father, right? But you still don't know this kind of thing until you're in front of it, do you? There are expressions, voices, things like that that can be passed on.
Mr. Yenna...... Meg's mother. It may be impossible not to have much of a feeling of being my mother. Even when I was in the ring, I barely remembered my mother's memory, and I don't think I know what a mother is like in the first place. That's a little lonely, too.
"Mr. Gill, I look like your mother."
"... oh, don't listen to such stories often from leaders and demon kings"
I called out to Mr. Gill, who would wait a little further away from me in silence. You don't know Mr. Gill either because you've never met Mr. Yenna.
"I'm glad to hear it... but I'm gonna miss my mother because of what she's like"
"... right"
Nothing. I don't need to talk to Mr. Gill. But somehow I wanted you to listen, and I kept on saying the words.
"If my mother were alive, would she worry about me now..."
"That would be so. Someone who tried to protect you with his life on the line. Not only should I worry, I should try to help."
"I knew you were right....... yeah. Don't worry about me, my mother, you have to hang in there."
I just want to be protected all the time, not just to get help, but also to be able to protect and help people. Like Father, Father, and Gil. That's what I said, looking back, staring at Mr. Gill. Then Mr. Gill loosened his eyes and walked over here.
"Meg can do that. So now I want you to think it's your job to be able to help."
"Being able to help..."
"That's right. It's all about Meg being safe and healthy."
True. If I let my magic run wild or I can't control it, I have no ex or child. Instead of helping people, it's going to be a lot of trouble. That's right. Let's focus on ourselves first.
I should know more about myself. About the magic you have and your abilities.
"Mr. Gill. Um... I need a little help..."
When I cut it out that way, Mr. Gill opened his eyes gently.
"I'm sorry you followed me so far, and you're asking me to do just that, so you think? But... the"
I wonder if Mogo Mogo and I won't be clear. Yeah, I'm sure Mr. Gill would.
"There's no way you can say no"
I thought you'd say that. I accidentally smile bitterly.
"You haven't told me what you want me to do yet, have you?
"There's no way Meg's gonna say what I can't do."
Oh, that's comfortable. We can trust each other. It warms my heart. Mr. Gill is strange. I've been able to trust you unconditionally since the day I first met you. Now that I think about it, you were a black, suspicious person all over your body, aren't you being too alert? I don't know, I feel like I made the right choice then. There was only one way to go once!
Happy, happy, I pull Mr. Gill's hand with a cheerful laugh. When we got back to the room, we talked, and we left the tomb behind.
Go back to your room and take a little tea break. Mr. Gill took the tea set out of the shadows. It's weird how many times I've seen it take out of my own shadow. Storage bracelets are strange enough, but what does it feel like to put luggage in and out of your own shadow? Sometimes I wonder.
While sipping a warm cup of tea huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I had a dream about when it would have actually happened in my father's past before. Having heard the story, but it was a sight I had never seen, I thought it might not just be a dream. That it must be my special physique because I felt the same way when I had a predictive dream. And.
"So I thought my special physique might not be a 'predictive dream'."
"Hmm... that does bother me"
When I had finished telling her everything, Mr. Gill began to think in arms.
"Even if it's a past dream, don't worry about it being not your past. Though my father, I never dreamed of someone else's past."
Indeed! Perhaps the old dream of the past was about me, and it may be strange to dream of someone's past. Even predictive dreams were all about my surroundings.
"But... I also think it might have been a sign of my anxiety. Well, it was my father's dream when he couldn't contain his magic and he was suffering..."
That's exactly what's bothering me right now. It's not just a mistake because it's possible. There's no line, is there?
"I mean, you want to find out what your special physique is,"
"Yeah, it is. When I heard you were coming here, then I thought I'd check it out."
I didn't think you'd be here so soon! But I wanted to be good because I was concerned.
"I wish you could show me some literature about special physique... me, I'm just a kid"
"Okay. I'll negotiate."
You're quick to guess and very helpful! Exactly. Moreover, besides the literature, he also helps to ask the residents of the town. Kind......!
Mr. Gill always hides his face except when he's in Ortus, and he doesn't like hearing about this because he doesn't have a small mouth count? I also thought you'd rather be good at it if you didn't show your face. Is that true? If you're working, you need to listen. Sometimes just passing on shadows and gathering information doesn't help.
"Thank you, Gil... you know, I want to know exactly what I'm capable of!
"Never mind. Knowing your power is also important."
Instead, it's this way to apologize, Gil added. Huh? Why would Mr. Gill apologize?
"In an attempt to protect Meg, I kept silent that there was too much magic. It's only natural to know the power..."
"But I know that to keep me from getting anxious...?
That's right, but Mr. Gill shook his head saying it wasn't.
"We've gained a lot of strength, and sometimes we were discussing it in our members to push it away and train it. But we still saw you somewhere as an asylum target. It was a bad idea to lay low, even though I understood that the first thing to be alone was to grasp my strength. Reflecting."
Look at Mr. Gill, who sounds sincerely sorry, and I'm the one who's going to be sorry. 'Cause I know you think of me. Considering that if I let you worry, you'd be extra unstable, right?
"But it sounds like I even let him run wild because of what I found out... I think that was the right way to do that, huh? So don't say that."
"Meg......"
I take Mr. Gill's hand with both hands and continue to squeeze. Smile, smile.
"I don't know what's right. If that's what you thought it would be good to do then, I think that's the right thing to do! So, Mr. Gill is right too! Right?"
When I say so, Mr. Gill glances lightly. Let's be positive. Otherwise, it'll crumble. I'm telling myself this. I'm lost, I regret it, and I can't change what's past. Once you reflect, now you have to think about the "right answer" to choose from. Failure is the right answer.
"Meg's strong, after all."
"Everybody, there's Mr. Gill, so we can stay strong!
If I'd been alone, I'd have been Uzzy. I may have overdone the imposition. I can work hard without being forced because there are people who can support me.
"... uh, Cohon. I was able to arrange dinner..."
Two of us, holding hands and smiling at each other, Mr. Wiz's voice. Oh, when?!?
"I knocked a few times...... well, I'm sorry. Out of the way."
"I was aware, and I'm not in the way"
"Am I right? Am I interrupting something? Instead, thanks for coming to let me know!
Mr. Wiz is trying to be awkward somewhere... but why? Is it because we were talking? Which one of us is just over, and I don't care.
You're lying...... to whining Mr. Wiz, me and Mr. Gill looked at each other, all aligned and tilted their necks. Um, what?