Comprehensive Comics: Fun Moon

Chapter [*]: Golden Retriever Lolita in a Country Town

"...Oops, Captain, Miss Mathew is here too."

Abigail, who was walking on the hillside, noticed the two people walking towards him, said hello, and then couldn't help showing a guilty expression.

"Did you chase me here... I'm sorry, ran out of nowhere. I'll be home soon... Let me stay here for a while."

"Miss Abbie..."

"I'm so sorry to have someone as wonderful as Miss Mathew worry about me...I know. It's my fault. I also know very well that my uncle is reasonable. Uncle is right, it was my reckless move. Involved friends."

Abigail bowed her head and blamed herself.

"Even Tituba, who made me happy by telling stories about her hometown, has been wronged...I have done this kind of thing...I can't go to the play as if nothing happened. …”

"How should I persuade her...Senior?"

Seeing her like this, Matthew couldn't bear it.

"Is there any way to encourage her?"

"Um...let's take a walk for a while?"

Fujimaru Tachibana thought for a moment and suggested.

"......walk?"

Hearing this, Abigail opened her eyes wide and then smiled.

"Well, no problem. I like walking the most. Going down the slope over there will lead you to the coast. The wind isn't too cold today. It's a good day for a walk, isn't it comfortable?"

"Yeah, very comfortable."

Seeing her recovering her spirits, Matthew also smiled.But after a few steps, Abigail's expression darkened again.

"...By the way...Uncle told me not to talk to the guests..."

"It's okay to talk to friends, right?" Fujimaru Tachibana suggested again.

Abigail froze for a moment, then showed a surprised smile.

"That's a good idea. The head of the regiment is such an interesting person!"

Seeing the blond girl walking down the hill with a smile, the two of them also smiled.

After a while, Fujimaru Tachibana looked at Abigail who was fiddling with the long hair ruffled by the sea breeze, and asked aloud.

"Speaking of which, does Abby have any favorite things?"

"......favorite things?"

The girl froze for a moment, then said with a happy smile.

"Well, there are many, many things to like! Fortunately, you asked me, Captain! If I have to say... First of all, it must be pancakes! Soft pancakes, gooey cheese, and then put on Bacon and crunchy bacon. Ahh, and most importantly, mashed potatoes with hot gravy! This one is a must.”

"It just sounds delicious."

After using the bland oatmeal, the description alone made Matthew swallow subconsciously.

"Gravy... I seem to have heard of it somewhere, what is it?"

"Oh, Miss Matthew doesn't even know what gravy is?"

Seeing Matthew's real doubts, Abigail couldn't help but be surprised.

"Don't Europeans eat it often? It's a fragrant sauce made from the juices that come out of cooking meat. Although adults prefer to pour it on turkey or steak, I would definitely choose mashed potatoes. It's not something you can eat all the time, it's something you can only enjoy on Thanksgiving, right?"

"If everyone chooses to come here during the festival... Having said that, we haven't had any festivals in a long time."

"It turns out...that's a shame."

Hearing this, Matthew couldn't help but feel sorry, and then quickly explained.

"However, the meal made by Miss Tituba is actually...it's...it's delicious. It's called oatmeal, that porridge made with milk... "

"Giggle, don't force yourself, Miss Mathew."

Seeing this, Abigail let out a crisp laugh, which is the kind of wanton laughter that only innocent children can make.

"Or, is this what the actors are saying? Although Tituba will try his best to cook carefully even if the materials are scarce... But I know that those on the table are not worth telling the brigade ( bddh) delicacies to show off to the guests."

"...Yes, I'm sorry, you saw through it."

"Tituba is inexplicably good at being thrifty and housekeeping. Is there a creed different from the Puritans? The milk is diluted with water, and the amount of honey added is not enough. Uncle does not mention whether he cares about this, or whether I like her saving policy very much..."

"Well... Salem really lacks everything."

"...Do you like this village? Abby."

Looking at Abigail lamenting, Fujimaru Tachibana couldn't help asking.

"Ask me what I think about this village...Salem? It's so serious...it's hard to say."

"Miss Abbie was born in this town?"

"Well, I was born in Salem."

Abigail answered succinctly.

"In the year I was born, there was a broom star streaking across the sky. It was so big that I could see it clearly even in the daytime! Although I can't remember the scenery myself...but it must be very wonderful The situation. But, it is. Compared with the bustling city like Boston, it must be nothing compared to the bustling city..."

"But yeah, there's a lot in this village. My uncle told me that Salem was named after Jerusalem. Jerusalem, that Jerusalem? The one Christians must know, by King David and King Solomon. The sanctuary that has been ruled. The knights of the crucifix set out eastward towards the sanctuary, and the pilgrim predecessors set sail westward to the sea."

"Plymouth where it started, then Boston, then this Salem! It must have been very, very hard at the beginning of the development, but now there are many ships coming from the outer threshold one by one."

"The rye fields have grown so wide? Can you believe this was a forest before? God allows us to take root in this land and we are blessed."

"...Looks like you're very proud of being part of a pioneer village."

Because of having a different perspective from that of the Puritans, Matthew knew what the so-called pioneering meant, and his voice was slightly bitter.

"Well, of course, this is the hometown where I was born and raised. Shouldn't anyone be proud of their hometown?"

"...Well. I seem to understand your feelings a little bit. That's how history is formed."

Matthew nodded slightly, then turned to stare at the coastline not far away.

"This area of ​​New England was still under the colonial system, not yet independent as a Murray..."

"...America...Ken? Murray...who is that?"

Listening to the words she had never heard before, Abigail looked at Matthew's face blankly.

"...Yeah...sorry. Just, just pretend I didn't say it."

Matthew suddenly realized where he was and changed the subject nervously.

"Ah... Hasn't Miss Abbey ever left the village?".

Chapter [*]: Abigail's Fear

"Ah... Hasn't Miss Abbey ever left the village?"

"This word...that..."

Seeing Matthew changing the subject, Abigail lowered his head and murmured.

"Actually...not yet. I haven't left this? Salem."

"Hey...not once - have you?"

Hearing this, Matthew couldn't help widening his eyes, - showing a look of surprise.

"...Well, not once."

Abigail lowered his head, avoiding the eyes of the two, and said in a low voice.

"I've been told everything about Boston...sorry, it's like I know it. I like it. I like to hear stories from other cities and the outer threshold."

"By the way, you're supposed to be on tour in Europe and the colonies, right? What plays were performed in Boston? Have you been to Jamestown by the way? Are there really shops in New York that sell Oriental tea and china?"

Thinking of the origins of Fujimaru Tachibana and others, Abigail suddenly raised her head and looked at the two, her blue eyes flashing with anticipation.

"Although I regret not being able to watch your show, can you tell me the story of the II house you visited?"

"No...does it matter?"

"No problem, as long as we can say it."

Fujimaru Tachibana cast a reassuring look at Mash, then nodded to Abigail.

"Really!? Thank you, Captain!"

"Speaking of which, what does Abby think of Mr. Carter?"

"Uncle Carter...is a very stable, quiet, but very strict person. Although the people in the village are very religious, I think they are a little too stubborn and sometimes reluctant.

Are you willing to admit your fault? "

Abigail explained while thinking.

"But as long as everyone listens to Uncle's calm words, they will accept it 'So it is, so it is'."

"In other words, Mr. Carter is very trusted by everyone in the village."

Matthew showed a gentle smile and nodded.

"Well, that's right. My uncle is a professor at Boston's seminary and Harvard University. At the university, he studied Oriental culture. Although I don't know the specific research content very well... But, the story of the outer threshold that my uncle told me. Very interesting!"

Abigail trotted along the fence, counting with her fingers, the cool sea breeze gently blowing her soft blonde hair.

"For example, the Qing... Empire, and the Mughals... and Shuying? Very wonderful stories from these distant II homes."

"Miss Abbie's liking for Wai II is also influenced by her uncle."

"It must be so. . . . as much as I love listening to stories . keen

It was Lavinia who listened to my story! "

"Lavinia...Miss? Is she a friend of Miss Abbie?"

Hearing this unfamiliar female name, Matthew asked.

"Well, like me, they are all girls born in the year of Broom Star. Lavinia is a great person! It's really fun chatting with her! The other children are not interested in foreigners, they just ask me some questions. boring question."

With a happy smile on his face, Abigail turned to look at the two and said.

"Lavinia is very fond of reading, so she knows a lot of things. Sometimes, I even think she knows more than her uncle. We have been to this place together, together... see sea. But..."