Fake Cinderella

One day, my real parents will pick me up.

If you're a child living in an orphanage, it's a one-time paranoid tale.

Especially if you only know one parent, the Yotai story can also be absurd.

"My real father is noble."

So it was Linary's cliché to take a bunch of nice dresses, grab a bouquet of flowers, and come pick me up one day.

Of course, everyone in the orphanage knows that's a lie.

(No, it's not so much a lie... that one in the linary is a desire, a hope, just a fairy tale)

That's how I can dream best and finally live in reality. We're not living a privileged life enough to clean it up with just lies.

I was born a poor craftsman's son in Wangdu, and lost my real mother at the age of four and my father and stepmother at the age of seven.

Since then, my house has become an orphanage.

There were relatives of both fathers and mothers, but neither of them changed their poverty. There wasn't enough room in anyone's house to raise another child.

"Hey, Rug"

Rufa walking behind me a step and a half calls me with a voice that contains somewhere.

"What? Rufa."

Rufa and I were buddies who happened to come to the orphanage the same day.

Unlike me, born in Wangdu, Rufa was born in the north. He lost his mother to an epidemic disease and came to King's Capital with the arrival of his poor civilian father's King's Capital. In the life of one father, one son, that only father died in a carriage accident and came to this orphanage.

Initially it was supposed to be a stay between the northern relatives picking it up, but now it's one of the ancient ginseng in this orphanage.

"I mean the boulevard stall."

"... you know I can't do that anymore"

The biggest event in this country is the Spring Founding Festival, no matter what. Moreover, this year is a major event in which the Founding Fathers' Festival and the Reign Ceremony will be held together. The Wang capital will be festive for too long a week, including three days before and after it.

This Legalia district is on the knees of the Royal Palace, and some of the festivals have already begun a week ago now.

Many stalls are starting to line the boulevard.

At that corner, build a small stall, usually even in an orphanage. Typically, trading in an orphanage stall was a small bouquet of flowers bundled with Rosefila flowers grown by the children in an orphanage flower bed.

The Founding Fathers' Festival is a flower festival in the first place. For this day and many beautiful flowers gathered by specialist florists.

Still, every year, the little bouquet of rosefila I grew up in an orphanage sells out.

That's because the flowers of the encounter between the founding king and the fairy princess are white rosefila.

At the beginning of spring, Rosefila, the flower that plays the most important role in Dardinia, full of flowers, is thus said to be a spring proclamation flower.

The geometric gains made on this bouquet of Rosefila flowers stalls were an important cash income for the orphanage.

"I think we can do something, even if it's not a bouquet."

"What the fuck?"

"... I like food. If possible, something that can easily be made in bulk. I just need something really simple. It's a festival. If it was something a little unusual like this, I'd definitely sell it."

"Well, how much do you festive, like you can make at home? Well, nobody's buying it."

"Yeah.... so that's where the ideas come in..."

"I mean, what did you do with the ingredients? I don't know what you're going to make, but it's purchasing money. You can't collect it so much.... at best, it's only about the usual bouquet of ribbons."

"The rest is in the orphanage, right?"

"It's our rice ingredient, it's no big deal."

"... well, you do"

"Let's just clean the temple and get back to it.... I need to help you with your meal."

"Right."

We're taking turns cleaning old shrines not far from the orphanage.

Doing it indispensable every day gives the orphanage a reward. At the orphanage, they have some of those jobs in the district, and they make up for their daily food.

"... hey, rug, that"

"Am I?"

Looking at Rufa's gaze, a nobleman and a woman of thought were running to see. The bright blue complexion seems unusual.

"... well, not every time."

"I mean, that aristocratic old lady, I wonder why she's here"

This neighborhood is home to a lot of craftsmen. It's not the kind of district where nobility comes by mistake. It's not like there's even a junior official, but mostly an uncluttered official.

"... Hey, Granny"

"La, lag......? Such rude words..."

"... please..."

"Am I?"

"Please. Turn the carriage, please."

"Huh? Huh? Uh, can I have a Tsuji carriage?

"A carriage can do anything."

"Rufa"

"Yeah."

Rufa runs forward at full speed with my blindfold.

At this hour, there must always be a carriage waiting for Grandpa Rhoda to return to the cathedral at the corner through here.

"Grandma, over here"

I run, grabbing my grandmother's hand in a dress.

And then I opened the door and ran to Rufa's where I was waiting, and I gave him a hand to get in the carriage.

"... thank you, Boyas"

Take this. Gently gripped was a brooch with the side of a beautiful woman.

"Thank you....... thank you so much"

All we had to do at this time was ask Grandma what she was in such a hurry.

But we didn't ask Grandma anything.

I was just happy to be a little kind to my troubled aristocratic grandmother and get a beautiful brooch for it and somehow feel like I did something good with it.

Though it was still evening, today was somehow a dense day, nah I thought.

"... that old lady, why do you fight every second of that! You must have been looking for a carriage like that, huh?

"Come on. Wow. But it's none of our business. Let's not pry. I don't live in the same world as your nobles. I don't want to get into any trouble knowing it's too bad."

"Oh, yeah. That's right..."

"More than that, how much for this?

"Hmm, I often see brooches like that, so they don't get that expensive, do they?

"You do take a good look. Does that mean anything to you?

"Come on... but because it's beautiful, let's take it not only to Grandma Yob at the pawn shop, but also to Mr. Graw at the auction house. If the auction is going to be more expensive than a pawn shop, you can have it sold that way."

"Right."

I stuck that brooch in my pocket unconsciously.

"Lately, I feel like there are a lot of offerings to the temple"

"Isn't it because the Founding Fathers' Festival is near?

The offering to the temple is in the form of a retreat from the temple goddess.

Because you're a goddess, or the most common is fruit and the next is confectionery and sugar. Then cereals, booze, vegetables, etc., continue.

Although this shrine goddess has nothing to do with the Founding Festival, she cleans it with more care than usual. On that day, flowers were to be decorated at the entrance with flowers scheduled to arrive from local venues.

"I just did..."

I said, "Let's do it," and I stood up as I opened the temple lattice door and tried to step in.

"Rag, what's wrong?

From behind, Rufa peeks in.

"... Huh?

The golden glow in the light of the candle… For a moment, I wasn't sure what it was, and the moment I understood that it was a person, I felt a lot of blood.

This season, if I slept outside overnight, it would be life threatening. Inside the temple may be indoors for once, but the sealing is the least. I hurried up and held him up.

(... Wow...)

Everywhere was like a special made child. If I had been a little older, I might have thought the goddess of this temple had manifested herself.

"Wow, you're a beautiful girl"

"... right. Looks like he's got a little fever."

"... let's take it to the orphanage, Rug. Let's show it to Lela Adele."

Sister Adele (Lela Adele) is an old woman who takes care of us on behalf of our mother.

"... should I?

"Yeah. I don't know what you're doing or why you're here, but if you stay here like this, this kid could die"

Doesn't look sturdy, no matter what you think.

"... Earlier Granny, maybe you came here to dump this kid?

"No way... and if so, it's weird that he was alone, and that he doesn't have a carriage for you"

"But you think it's irrelevant?

"No way."

Like my grandmother earlier, I think this falling child is probably a pretty amazing aristocrat. What you're wearing and your shoes are amazing. Maybe they both have prices that we can't afford to spend the rest of our lives on.

It is impossible for two such amazing nobles to appear in this Legalia district without any relation to each other at all.

Grandma, maybe she went to get people to carry this kid.

(These clothes, my kids would want to wear them if they saw them...)

The girl in the costume of the princess dress that the children dream of never wakes up when I lift her.

"He's a big rich aristocratic kid, isn't he? This kid."

"I guess. Otherwise, you wouldn't be wearing such a useful pair of shoes."

I don't know what the circumstances are, but I and Rufa figured it out just to say that I wouldn't be a good kid to be here.

"If you weren't dumped, what would it be?

Rufa tilts her neck.

"... here, hidden or something?

Maybe he wished for the protection of Shriega, the goddess of being child-friendly.

"Either way, it's not a good idea to stand out too much."

I'm sure there's something going on, and if so, I should sneak him in.

"All right, Rufa. Let it go up."

"Oh, yeah."

With that said, I'll take my coat off, too. Wrap the child's body around a slightly larger rufa jacket. I put my jacket over my head. Because this glittering blonde is absolutely remarkable.

Kids don't see how they wake up at all, whether they're so tired or because of heat. He just frowned a little when I held him up and stood up, and immediately began to take a small nap.

If we weren't the ones who found him, he could have been abducted or sold off like this.

You look like a beautiful doll.

"Really."

This was our first one-sided encounter with Thie.

And we still didn't know at this time that this beautiful child was not a quiet thing called a doll.