Labyrinth Restaurant

The next morning.

In Alice's private room at the back of the restaurant, Cosmos was here to respond to last night's disturbances and report on the upside.

"─ ─ ─ The report is above, Master Alice. As of last night, we conducted an information manipulation using black cuttlefish distribution and rumors, and as of this morning, we succeeded in sedating the disturbance. There can still be sporadic rumours, but it's also going to disappear."

Cosmos' measures were brilliantly centered, and the next morning, by the time the last day of the festival began, the city was showing a boost within common sense, as if there had been no noise or anything else last night.

Is the difference from yesterday in that there are a lot of people in the city who wear long black rashes? I spent the night handing it out, so now I'm just someone with the same hairstyle as Lisa, right or left.

The serial sightings of brave men that took place last night also seem to be settling in on the story of someone else wearing a rash.

Man or old man, but obese, it's a pretty odd sight because I wear it for both young and old, but somehow I've launched it alot as a commodity to be adored by the virtues of the brave, and the average person who doesn't know what's behind it doesn't seem to find it strange.

Initially, there were about seven thousand cuttlefish available, but not enough for those who wanted them, so much so that we rushed to secure a line for increased production. This popular first time, you might normally sell it even if you stop handing it out for free.

"If you think there are a lot of people with the same hair... somehow, Cosmos, you were amazing"

"Ha ha, you can light it up when you say it like that. You can give me more compliments, right?

With that said, Alice stroked her head to make it somewhat of a little child, as Cosmos had bowed deeply and stuck her head out in front of Alice's.

"Whoa, that's rude to you if you don't give me a decent reward for not doing this. You can take a long vacation, increase your salary, whatever you want."

"No, mind you...... I'll take that, but keep this up"

Alice is also familiar with the importance of the prize imperative. If it was a normal organization, the reward for the meritorious wouldn't just go by stroking his head, but Alice kept stroking it, wondering because the cosmos of the day would urge it.

Somehow I can't find the right time to stop, and Alice keeps rubbing her head as she is. The top of the head of the cosmos, which I don't normally touch because of the height difference, may have been surprisingly comfortable to touch.

"... you make me kind of sleepy, this"

"Whatever, you can fall asleep like this. It's after all night, and I need to get some rest."

"Now sweeten your words... wake me up in an hour or so..."

Alice sat back in bed and Cosmos was in a position to lay her body down and put her head on Alice's lap. In short, it's a knee pillow.

As Alice continued to stroke Cosmos' head softly, right on her knees she began to take a calm sleep.

"… Schlafe, schlafe, holder, süßer Knabe,"

Looking at Cosmos' sleeping face, in Alice's distant memory, a lullaby sang to me by someone who couldn't even remember her face anymore, gushed like a fountain from nature and the back of her chest.

"leise wiegt dich deiner Mutter Hand;"

Speaking of which, I have parents myself, I was there.

It seemed to Alice as if such a natural thing was a very unexpected truth.

"sanfte Ruhe, milde Labe."

It is the prayer of a mother who wishes her child happiness.

Even in the demonic world, where blood and war were everyday before being saved by the Demon King, there was certainly such a noble thing.

……♪ ♪

The distant old memories were blurred, and only a small part of Alice managed to remember the lyrics when she started singing.

Some felt sorry for that, but Alice went on without stopping the song, sometimes with a whistle or a nose to interrupt the melody.

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"... Good morning, Master Alice. It's just an hour, right? Thank you."

"Good morning, Cosmos. Welcome, thank you."

"Well, why am I being thanked?

Awakened in a perfect hour, Cosmos is strangely inclined toward a situation where he was thanked for some reason if he borrowed his knee.

Alice doesn't talk a lot, she just strokes Cosmos' hair with a gentle smile, thinking of something important that she hasn't remembered in a long time.