Then somehow days were pa.s.sing by.
Even now it is troublesome to live and I want to go to my family.
That person, If I will disappear, will she searches for me?
Will she cry if realize that I have died?
If she will be just grieving it okay, but what if her thoughts would run in an unusual direction, and she will do something unpredictable?
Spinning around those thoughts I stopped thinking.
So young lady will not worry,
“I decided to return to the monster country, so I will not come again.”
Saying this, I waited for her reaction.
“Mo.. monster country!? Is there such a place?!”
“… …”
” Well, there should country for monsters …. By the way what the address of Melba’s house?”
Taking out the note to write down the address, she had air around as if she will certainly pay a visit to play around. There is no country for monsters. So I can’t let her go.
Young lady doesn"t have a reason at all, saying she will come to the monster country. It"s scary because I can"t predict behavior of this foolish lady.
I don"t have an attachment to this world as my family is gone now.
I didn"t want to concern myself about outsiders and of what will happen to them.
Under the harsh environment of my homeland it was common to be indifferent, and was originally, I had little interested in people.
What I thought important of, was only my family that moved my heart.
But for some reason I can"t leave this lady alone.
I thought many times of the reason why.
I don"t get it clearly, but I guess the lady is just like my late father.
The bottomless brightness, meaningless strange behavior, an idiot who can"t be disciplined no matter how many times she fails.
“There is no mistake. It is a big discovery that solves all arising problems, this way!”
Two people who involve themselves in foolish things.
I recalled my father when I saw the young lady. Because of that, most likely…
Lady was a nuisance, a living being that tied me to this life.
And another thing that stopped me from trying to go to my family.
The lady showed an abnormal attention to the notes left by my father.
Tired of being persistent, why do you care about it so much? I heard that my father notes resembles what appeared in the story called [blooming under the snow].
The lady told me countless times, that this world is inside of that story.
I listened to it, but at that time I couldn"t do anything.
The lady said that father’s note ‘entrust with the spring’. A keyword called [spring] that doesn’t look like coincidence.
“Entrust the spring ……? How!”
I opened the last page I couldn"t open before.
That tool scheme is written on the last page.
Though it became a terrible weapon, it was supposed to be a magic tool that will help to prosper the country.
Father showed it to me every day until he was brought to the castle.
A theory of the unknown meaning has been recorded with a children book.
It seemed familiar and easy to remember, however it was a bit different from the one from my memory.
A double line is drawn where huge 200 lines are sticking out.
[I entrust spring], had been written there.
My father knows the horror of this magic tool the most.
But why did he leave it to me without burying it?
“…… What entrust … You tell me to create the spring?”
It’s impossible. It was stupid to say and make, but my father was a genius.
A magic tool that took a decade from my father. I can not reproduce it.
I had no choice but to exhale to my father’s last will that I discovered for the first time.
I don"t even know the difficulty of the robe, much less than that magic tool.
Then, what should I do, while thinking day"s pa.s.sed by idly.
On such a day, there was a visitor at my house, unusual.
Looking as a fine gentleman, what is it for?
“I apologize for a sudden visit, I will just briefly describe my request, I want you.”
“Pervert! I refuse.”
My appearance seems to be eye-catching for people, and when walking around the city without a robe, those type of desires were aimed at me many times.
Not only a women but men too. I pointed at the exit, the gentleman shook his hands in panic.
“Not that, You are certainly beautiful, but I have only wife in my eyes. What I want is your talent.”
“My?”
“I saw the magic tool that you made. Also that you can make complecated magical tools being so young, you are a genius, it"s regrettable for your talent to be buried like this,”
“…… Genius is,”
Genius is my father.
I just decoded and recreated the theory my father left behind.
But unknown gentlemen praised me wholeheartedly.
“I want to buy your talent,”
Gentleman was a large merchant, whose name is famous.
It seems that he spotted me with his good eyes.
Besides, it"s not just as a patron, he wants to adopt me as his child.
I was worried for a while but decided to take this gentleman’s offer.
There was also that fact, I felt curious to fulfill the last wish of my father, creating that magical tool, so the gentleman’s offer was not bad choice.
When I agreed, the gentleman was willing to take me home.
With too much tension, he pulls me.
“Sorry, I got a little excited. By the way, can you tell me your name?”
Only now asking this question.
The real name has too much sounding of my homeland, and it will not be accepted in this country.
In other words, I cannot say that I"m Melba.
At my waver gentleman seems to think I don’t have a name.
A child without a name is not unusual.
“Hmm, let me think.”
The gentleman looked at me and was tilting his head to the right. He rattled his head for a while and then muttered,
“… Muriel”
Clapping, he made up the name.
“……?”
“How about this name, Muriel? Don"t you think it’s perfect for your beautiful appearence?”
The gentleman seemed satisfied with the name he made by himself.
I nodded, and then.
“From today on, you can call yourself as my son. Muriel Roseway”
he said.