Itaya and Liu Bang, and Tanaka.

I hated me. My hair color, to be exact.

The blood of a far western nation entered my great-grandfather's generation, and for some reason that characteristic only appeared to me.

This hair has a thin color and is transparent when it hits the sun.

"No Discreet," "Nasty," "Not Deserving As Your Daughter"

From a very young age, if you were on the table, you could see me and you could hear me speaking secretly.

This bright thatched hair lighted me hard in the light of day, and the shadow covered my heart.

I was afraid to go outside, and eventually I was afraid that my housekeeper might be saying something to me at home, and I tended to walk into my room.

That's what my father said to me.

"Never mind, Lynn is beautiful."

Please tell me that you care about my daughter.

Even if my daughters my age were old enough to marry if they were engaged or early on in that evidence, they weren't trying to find my daughter-in-law.

I tried to dye my hair black at some point.

Dyeing your hair is not uncommon as a woman of yours to make it look more beautiful black.

That the thought of dyeing my hair was faster and just stronger than other women.

When I dyed my father, he looked a little sad,

"If that's what you want, if that's how you feel about yourself."

That's what I said. Please pick up the dye.

But my hair, even that dye, will fade in a few days.

To me crying in my own room, my father searched for all sorts of dyes.

And gradually, even in my hair, I found dyes that dyed black for about a month.

The dye was to be wholesaled in the palace, and it was very expensive, but my father didn't say anything, and I beg you to allow me to continue using this dye.

Me with dark hair.

Dark hair looked unnatural to my appearance under far western influence.

Better than still staying that hair color.

It saves you far more than they say it's nasty, etc.

I can now go outside to the point of looking at flowers and trees in the garden or going to buy my own dye.

My father seemed happy to see me like that, but a little lonely,

"Whatever your hair color, it's more beautiful."

And I laughed.

Then some years later, when I was used to seeing the unnaturalness of my dark hair, one time I lay down on the floor sick.

It took about a month for the disease to heal, and when my strength to go outside returned, my hair was back to its native thatch color.

When I asked my housekeeper to dye my hair black, as usual, the dye was getting worse during my illness, and I rushed to buy it but my usual merchant wouldn't sell it to me.

I went to the merchant's house wearing a turban.

"I'm sorry, but this is a wholesale item for the rear palace and cannot be sold."

When I visited the merchant, there was dye. However, the store owner says there are only a few items to be wholesaled to the rear palace and they cannot be sold.

"Oh no... you can have just one. Would you please give it to me?

"You know how harsh it is in the palace. If we don't have enough deliveries, we have to hang ourselves, not by analogy."

Even if I eat down, the store owner only says no with regret.

"... take a look at this hair"

I never mind being seen by another customer and took the headscarf I was wearing.

Bright hair the opposite of my heart becomes dew.

I could hear the people around me breathing.

... Is this the first time I've seen hair with this kind of unproductive color?

I endured shame and begged the shopkeeper with a trembling voice as I almost cried.

"For about a month, I lay down sick and couldn't dye my hair. The dye got worse while I lay low... You will be seen with white eyes in this kind of hair color. If there are any rumors, your father will have trouble, so please sell the dye."

"Even if they say so..."

The push continued for a while, but the store owner didn't shake my head vertically. I also know exactly what the store owner said.

I thought of living in a cage in my room again until I got the dye, sad and full of tears.

In that case,

"I don't know..."

I looked back at the roaring voice.

There stood a lord who looked like he really didn't think he was from the bottom of his heart, like he had accidentally thrown all his wealth into river water.

Is your face a little younger than mine?

The lines have a thin and intelligent atmosphere.

I'm just trying to be troubled now, but my big eyes that seem nice and my slightly lowered eyebrows.

It's supposed to be completely different, but for some reason I got the impression that I resembled my father.

And the lord goes on.

"Glossy bright that hair would shine as if it were a gem amber when it was illuminated by the sun, rather than some unnatural lustrous dark hair dyed. No, the sun shines in the sky itself. And it will illuminate white and beautiful skin like snow, and its appearance will be as divine as a heavenly woman and a goddess, and it will not attract the beholder."

Me, my, my hair, this, amber, sun...

I feel so red in my face that I wonder if there's a fire out there.

"And even more, yes, there's just a cherry blossom-dyed cheek right now..."

"Midhouse, my heart is overflowing."

The boy he was accompanying pointed me out, and the person panicked, he said.

"No, um, excuse me. Your hair was so beautiful. Oh, no, of course not only your hair, but your face and appearance are beautiful."

... It was the limit.

It's hot as a chunk of fire came down on my head.

With the joy of being so passionately praised for the hair I didn't even like myself, and the confusion and embarrassment of the first time, I couldn't bear to jump out of the store and ride in the carriage.

Back at the Mansion, I just think about what I said then and that one.

You praised my hair to sing poetry.

You got such a lovely word, you jumped out without saying a word of gratitude, and I wonder if they thought you were an impudent daughter.

Ha, I should have just asked your name...... No, from what I hear here, you may not think it's possible.

Kind and intelligent atmosphere with no scent of violence at all. Maybe some scholar.

If I could see you again...

Also, could you praise this hair of mine...?

I felt like I could just like this hair a little bit.