Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 371 Did you succeed in saying it?
A few minutes later, Iyetta's sobbing gradually subsided. Every time her slightly raised chest rose and fell, it would bring a burning breath, spreading a frosty white mist in the dark night. She suddenly reached out to wipe the remaining tears on her cheeks, swallowed the Saria Chestnut that had been chewed in her mouth until it had no taste, then turned around and gave Avella a brilliant smile.

Princess Bemang asked anxiously, "Are you done crying?"

“Yeah.” Iyetta’s face flushed with shyness, and she looked as charming and innocent as if she was drunk. “I’m sorry for letting you see me in such a terrible state… Actually, I don’t like crying at all. I just can’t control myself.”

She had an expression that said, "Everything I said is true, you must believe me." It was difficult for Olvera to ignore it, so she waved her hand generously, expressing her understanding: "It's okay. If I could eat the Beckett Vita made by my mother right now, I would definitely cry too."

Yieta asked curiously, "Beckett Vita?"

"Oh, it's a kind of cream pudding cake, and it's also a traditional delicacy of the country of Berman." Olvera replied slowly, and at the same time, she gathered her skirt and sat on the white stone steps in front of her. She felt that she had completely evened out her breath and no longer had to worry about lung disease, so she decided to sit down and rest for a while. It was tiring to stand all the time.

Then he continued, "It is a snack made from the milk of a weak monster species called a jumping sheep. People in our Beman country like to eat it. Unfortunately, I haven't eaten it for a long time."

No one would make this kind of dessert for her.

In other words, it's similar to the Saria Chesti in our Saria Wilderness?
In fact, Yieta had heard of Olvera's story from Saint Xia Liya, and knew that the two people's experiences were actually very similar. They both lost a lot: their parents and relatives, their friends and hometown, and their only place to stay... In the end, because of the passage of many years, they gradually lost their memories about them, those memories that should have been engraved in their hearts.

However, after losing so many things, she was still lucky to be able to eat the Saria Chestnut that she had been craving for, and to have the familiar taste awaken some memories of the past. But Olvera might never have the chance to taste the snack called "Becket Vita" again in her life.

The princess of Bemang was flattered and quickly took out a Saria Chestnut from the bamboo basket, held it in her hand, and took a bite. Yieta looked at her expectantly: "How does it taste? Is it delicious?"

"hey-hey."

It turns out that memories and the taste of hometown are different for everyone. For the first time, the princess of Berman realized this truth so deeply, instead of just understanding it from a few words in the book.

After she ate three Saria Chestnuts, she declined Ieta's invitation to have another one, saying that she was "full". Angel felt sorry, but she didn't force it, and enjoyed all the remaining snacks by herself. Of course, she didn't cry this time, but ate them with a happy expression.

Thinking of this, Yieta suddenly felt that it was wrong for her to cry in front of Ovira just now.

It's better than someone being hesitant and sneaky when asking others to do something for them.

"Ah, thanks."

Ovilla, who had a small appetite and was therefore really full, supported herself on the steps with her hands and leaned back slightly. Her eyes reflected the half silver moon hanging in the dark blue night sky. It was hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, half-hidden, and only the cold moonlight spread over the waves and the sound of the waves, drawing a bright silver line on the horizon.

The sound of chewing came from behind. The rural peasant girl in Avignon Village obviously did not receive the elegant etiquette education like the Princess of Leslie's royal family. She knew how to control the sound of her eating to avoid being rude in front of outsiders. But now Olvera felt that this was good. The innocence and romance that did not hide her love was the most scarce thing in the world.

Yieta grinned happily and pushed the bamboo basket forward diligently, as if to say: If it tastes good, eat more.

But after seeing Yieta's expectant eyes, she couldn't say any of the above comments. In the end, she had to bite the bullet and praise: "Uh, yes, it's delicious."

In fact, it is not quite to the princess' taste. It is too light. The subtle scent of primrose only lingers between the lips and teeth. There is no trace when trying to capture it. The scent of Beckett Vita should be richer and longer-lasting than this.

The princess sighed silently as Saint Sharia's gentle consolation and Ling'er's calm admonition came to her mind. She then mustered up her courage and said, "Um... there is one thing I'm sorry about, Yieta."

She pushed the bamboo basket containing Saria Chestie forward and whispered, "Don't be sad, Avella, I'll treat you to some snacks."

Olvera: “…”

"Mmmm!"

Without turning around, Avella knew that it was the sound of Yieta choking. Fortunately, there was a bottle of Miss Shelia's "masterpiece" in the bamboo basket. She quickly took it and took two sips, which got rid of the choking feeling. She looked at the slender back on the steps with half fear and half confusion: "What, what's going on, Avella, why are you apologizing to me all of a sudden?"

"Because I did something that bothered you." Aowei pulled the corner of her mouth: "A few days ago, I actually wanted to ask you for something, but I was too embarrassed to ask, so I wandered around your room, and it seemed that I scared you. I'm sorry." "Ah."

It turned out to be this incident. Yieta still had some impression of it. Suddenly, she realized it and said quickly: "Actually, I'm not that scared. You don't have to take it to heart. I just feel a little... confused. Why don't you just tell me directly? If it's something I can help with, I will definitely help you!"

It’s okay that you don’t understand. I don’t understand either.

Is it because I have been staying in the castle for so many years that I am no longer good at dealing with people outside?
Or is it that he is simply thin-skinned?

It’s just like the feeling when you first see people of your age playing games on the street and you really want to join in but you don’t dare to get close and can only watch from afar.

Ovella, Ovella, why are you so timid?
Have we completely forgotten all the wonderful qualities taught by our parents and teachers, and the courage we learned from games?

Don’t let down the people who care about you anymore!

……

After torturing herself in her heart, the princess of Beman finally said the request that had troubled her for a long time: "Actually."

Yieta looked at her expectantly: "Yeah."

"I want to borrow something from you."

"Yeah, yeah, what is it?"

"Your windmill tower house..."

"Well?"

"The field next to it."

“Oh…eh!?”

There was a scream from behind, and then there was no sound, and it fell into an uncomfortable silence.

Olvera was worried: Is this really too abrupt? That's right, who would make such a request to someone they just met? It sounds ridiculous. But I am serious. Should I repeat it again to let Yieta feel my determination?
These messy thoughts flashed back and forth in her mind. Each idea seemed feasible, and seemed to mock her timidity and cowardice, which made the princess upset. She simply put them all out, just like putting out a new fire, silently and without a sound.

Just when she was regretting a little and wanted to use the excuse of "I was just joking" to brush off the topic, Yieta's voice suddenly came from behind her, light and fluttering, like the night breeze blowing on her face at this moment: "Sure."

Hua Hua Hua——

In the distance, the sound of waves is slowly rising. Is it the rolling waves in the sea of ​​clouds? Or is it the leaves of the ancient plane trees echoing like the tides under the umbrella-like canopy in the deep and dark night, with colorful fallen leaves and raindrops floating under the umbrella, just like fate, floating and unfixed.

At this moment, Olvera felt that her heart was floating like those fallen leaves, drifting towards the boundless sea of ​​clouds, and drowning in a school of glittering fish. Her body became light and was lifted up by the wings of the fish. After gradually floating out of the sea, she saw the silver moon in the sky at a glance.

Successful.

She thought vaguely.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)