Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Everything that happened during the next few hours was outside Marcel's assumptions.

Leo, when he brought a large old cloth to the backyard and lined it with dirty windowsills - two of them dirty earlier, they had been in the barn - spoke to the orphanages and let them assemble.

And when he gathered the hammers and the hammers from all over the yard, he distributed them, and made them throw them against the glass one after the other.

"All right, guys, let's have a voice - hey!

"Ooh!

The orphan members, who didn't seem to know what was at first, also understood the purpose of "they should break the glass anyway," and became enthusiastic about riding and began throwing the gavel with enthusiasm.

You can break it as much as you like. It's not even at the festival.

"Whoa, whoa! One ball to the soul!

"Whoa, I smashed it all at once! 10 o'clock!"

"Don't rip the glass now! Thunder Spirit, help me!

"I can't believe the lines and directions! 3 o'clock!"

Marcel just watches blindly as the children at Nori's Hannah Orphanage break the glass, saying yes.

Within doing so, the glass all over the paint quickly became different fragments, large and small.

Next, Leo sorted the fragments by color, crushing them with a hammer if they were too big, and polishing them with a razor if they were too sharp.

Eventually, before him, colorful pieces of glass began to do the mountains while drawing beautiful gradients.

And so he said, "This, because it's a blueprint!" Marcel rounds his eyes when he sees the little blackboard sticking out.

Snoring fragments gather to paint a shining sun wheel in the sky, which is -

"... Stend, glass?

It had to be a stained glass design, like it wasn't strange to be in church.

"Whoa. I'm incorporating the Spirit of Light symbol into my theme. Now you can sell it to the church as much as you want!

Haha, and to Leo, who laughs cheerfully, Marcel just rounds his eyes.

(Do you make stained glass?

With dirty glass?

A sacred ornament, dedicated to the Spirit?

"I don't know..."

"What, I was wondering if the light permeability - this paint is awesome and cheap - it's watery - and it's not shaded at all. So even if it's sticky painted glass, it's okay! Just like that!"

"No, I didn't..."

"Oh, soldering? It's okay, because I'm professional!

But I'm going to let you do it a little bit too, and Marcel felt weak about not engaging in too much conversation with the person who smiled.

"Not..."

Whimpering with a blur, at the same time, convincing spreads in the back of his brain.

That's not enough, Leo's saying.

Bruno, who was passing a gaze at it.

From the first time they got their windows dirty, they were planning to make stained glass.

Marcel asked Anne and Emilio, who happened to be nearby, pounding, no longer able to say anything to Leo, who had begun to line up the groom and pieces of glass.

"-... Guys, are you planning this?

"Hmm? What?

"Stained Glass"

Answering softly, Emmy Rio and the others tilted their necks.

"I knew Brother Leo was trying to do something. I didn't think it was stained glass. Hey, Anne?

"Oh, I knew it. Brother Leo, recently, 'Is there any way I can manage to avoid the bounce heartless from the church...' because he said a bump. And I checked out Damien's father's business, and I went to the bureau."

"Oh, why... Oh, that's what I mean!?

That's all the explanation, and Emilio seemed to have something flashing perfectly.

And then they said, "That's just great. He talked about" Was that what you were looking for? "or" That's what Brother Leo's motto is for three birds a stone, "but when he noticed Marcel groaning, he stroked his head.

"Oh, shit, Marcel's never seen Brother Leo like this before. Hey, you're not following my understanding."

"Brother Leo, it's not like you're still going to beat your enemies with your fists like Brother Bruno, but, honey, think about us, you're going to fight back"

"Yeah, well, if you leave it to Brother Leo, most things will work out."

So it's okay now.

That's what they told me, and Marcel just opened his eyes.

Really, think about it, will you fight back?

You all right, buddy?

"What do you mean...?

Fight back, I'm not sure.

Well, it might be a fun idea to make stained glass out of broken windowsills - and, not least, it lightened Marcel's guilt - but why would that mean, fighting back?

Confused, Anne stood up her index finger all the time, looking like her sister punched her.

"Hey, Marcel? Remember the action Brother Leo took this time the window got dirty?

"Huh..."

Marcel desperately evokes his memory as he blacks and whites his eyes to unexpected questions.

You shouldn't be making such a big deal of it.

I got an accident certificate from an official, kept a dirty window, and now I'm fragmenting it.

(Oh, but when the window switched in, he looked like a duster... and made possible arrangements for me, too?

In retrospect, I also felt that way.

Speaking of which, how have you arranged that new window? With the budget of a poor orphanage, that, too, twice.

"Uh... uh..."

Looking up for answers, Anne began to explain, "So," as she cut the paralysis.

"You know, you know what kind of business this time the killer Damian's father is in?

"Huh? Uh... but he's a yufuku merchant, so, a lot..."

"Yes, some of those" things "include the insurance business."

"Hokan?

Tilting his neck to an unfamiliar word, Emilio added, "If you pay a little bit for something important, you'll get paid to visit when that important thing breaks down".

"It's a business I've just recently been able to do, Brother Leo, because the windows are fancy and the neighborhood is insecure, so I put windows on insurance when I made a little small money"

"That's right..."

I didn't know a single orphan had his eyes on such a new business and his hands on it.

It wasn't just an asshole, he nodded honestly, and Marcel circled his eyes.

Finally, I see the story.

"Maybe... a new window, so...?

"Sort of. Until three times, even if the window is broken, they'll replace it with a new one for free. In other words, every time Damian broke a window, he oppressed his own business. Nothing, it's not the amount of damage the eyeballs pop up, but there it is. I wonder if he'll be squeezed by his father."

"I need an accident certificate from an official to claim it, and it's a lot harder here."

So, whether they treated me badly or not, I was only taking certificates.

Furthermore, Leo's prospects are not the only ones.

Dawn, who made stained glass at zero cost, wanted to "donate" it to the church.

Compared to what professionals make, although of course the quality falls, it is undoubtedly a piece of glass, but also a tear-inducing dish: "Poor children have worked hard to make faith a priority over life".

"Now we're going to have made a donation that surpasses a few years' worth of boutiques, so! That mentor, with a little less fuss, immediately tries to put the child in the choir to bear the bump, but he won't let it!

Marcel was stunned this time when he heard Anne speak up so well.

Not only does it make holy ornaments out of dirty windowsills, but it also places its substantial cost burden on the father of the perpetrator (Damien), and besides, it seeks to avoid the burdensome carelessness from the church.

"It's annoying to do just that, so I'll have Brother Bruno do the iron fist sanction itself."

"Role sharing. Hey."

Anne and the others laughed and closed the disturbing conversation.

"... No way, no way..."

Losing the word, Leo, who seems to be craving manpower, called out to swallow, "Hey, help me out".

"Yes!"

"Bye, Marcel. Sorry!"

The upbeat Annes just leave the scene.

I didn't know what look to give him, and as Marcel stood up on the spot, Leo, with a fuzzy face, called out.

"Oh, Marcelou! Come here, come here for a second!

Innocent wave.

…………

My legs were moving before I could think of anything.

From what I can see, on the old cloth, the colorful fragments are almost neatly arranged.

Standing there was a great sun wheel, a symbol of the Spirit of Light, also beautiful to the amateur - shining with you.

Everyone is crouching around the old cloth, grinning.

Nobody blames Marcel.

No, everyone, towards Marcel, had a tender grin.

"Hey, Marcel. You can bury the last piece here."

…………

Look, and Marcel couldn't say anything, even when he was given a piece of red glass.

I cornered Marcel, red graffiti.

That bounces the light back now, so beautiful.

"………………"

"Marcel?

He was surprised at the silent Marcel, Leo said from a crouched position, "What's up?" I look up.

"- ……………………… Ah, of"

Words don't come out.

Instead, my eyes moistened.

I don't see why I'm crying right now.

It's just that I thought that stained glass made after everyone's hands was so beautiful that it made me cry.

Leo cheeked as troubled, pulling Marcel's arm and letting him crouch by the old cloth, "Fairly seated," he said.

That's how I stroked my head with a pound.

"- Um, come on, Marcel. The Damien I messed with this time, the officials who dealt with us with salt, for better or worse, I'm not thinking," Let's definitely hurt Marcel. "

"Huh...?

Unexpectedly, blink your eyes.

I couldn't see the story, but Leo wondered if Damien or any of the officials would say it was not malicious.

"Those guys, I don't know. What would you think if you did that? I'm indifferent. It's not about me."

".................. yeah"

"Those guys, unfortunately, are full. You can beat them down one by one. But I don't do that. Why, you know what I mean?

Marcel thought, pulling his lips together.

At first, I thought it was because Leo was a coward.

He said he was afraid of being beaten up, and he wanted to be a pain in the ass, so he just kept his hands off every mess.

But no.

I'm sure - you have a deep, incomprehensible idea, this blind-eyed boy.

For example, because you have lofty pacifism like a mentor, or because you believe you can tell by discourse rather than force?

"Hih...... the hero, don't hesitate, because he wins......!?

Sometimes when I mouth the answer, Leo says, "Am I?" and looked surprised.

"No, no, because my hands usually hurt. I hate pain."

…………

Marcel got a little far-sighted. "Soudesjohne," he mutters small.

Leo strokes Marcel like that again,

"And."

And I connected the words.

"You better do your thing right, those guys, think. From us, he's just a jerk, but even those guys, they work hard against their own business and their families. Even if I'm indifferent to people's pain, I think I'd be a little rushed if I bought a grudge from a merchant because I lost money in my own business or because of a certificate I gave away at work."

The pain of being beaten only creates resentment towards others, but self-blame gives me the opportunity to look back at myself.

So it's much more effective that way, Leo said.

"One more thing. This way, we gain too! This is important. Look, Marcel. It's not a counterattack until you hit them back. Until I get happy, I fight back."

Don't forget.

Leo, who laughed a little when he said so, urged Marcel to embed the fragments, see?

"Here, try to bury it?

…………

Instead of just putting up with getting hit.

Instead of beating him back.

Be happy, be.

The words fit perfectly somewhere in my chest, which was flat empty before I even noticed it myself.

In a small hand, the red glass glitters.

Marcel slowly pushed it into the last gap as he gently put it into the light.

"Oh, good. After all, with small hands, fine work is good."

Leo praises me for saying that, even though it would be a task anyone could do.

I'm ashamed to lean down, that vision swayed loosely with tears.

".................. I'm in Leo"

Marcel, for the first time, called Leo his brother.

"That's sweet."

"Hmm? - Yeah? Cartographers are exciting! It's the first step in my career."

"Yeah."

Fun.

I'm sure the task of painting a large sun wheel with colorful glass is a lot more fun than defiling glass or beating people up.

- Look, with Marcel's tiny hand, you can't hold your fist, can you?

Leo's voice rises.

That wasn't a word to make fun of yourself.

(These hands are not for rustling the cobwebs. Beautiful things, it's the hands that produce them)

At that time, Marcel seemed proud for the first time of his just small and weak own hands.

"- Hey, Brother Leo"

So Marcel grabbed the artisan's hand softly and raised his face.

If you stare straight at Leo, he'll say, "Hmm?" He returns in an upbeat mood.

Taking that gaze, Marcel opened his mouth.

"Keep it up, tell me. Me, full, all kinds of things, you know?

"Ooh, when I leave it to you!

That was a serious resolute word to be Marcel, but when Leo undertook lightly, he had shaken and stirred his hair.

"Quickly. Next time, I'll show you how to pay in the market. You want to come with me tomorrow?

"Go!"

Disturbed hair, tickles. Marcel laughed unexpectedly, but answered instantly.

"Er, sloppy!

"We're with you!

Emmy Rio and the others listening on the side hug Leo with their lips pointy.

He called it "Hey, don't step on the lined glass!?" Then he turned to Marcel all the time, as if he had come up with something.

"Yes, yes, Marcel. If you want my guidance, there's only one important motto."

"Motto?"

Leo nodded heavily at his new disciple, who tilted his neck.

"Oh. It's a profound truth, lying in every discipline and event in the world"

So, when you tap the tongue around your chest with your thumb,

"Look, Marcel, man, what matters is' here '. Don't forget that."

I ran out of words.

"'Here'... uh... heart (heart)?"

"Silly, nostalgic! Human value pays for it! Happiness means money!

"………………"

Marcel complains.

I wonder about that.

"Huh?"

But Leo's face, which makes me laugh so much, seems like too much fun.

Because the shining stained glass next to it was dazzling.

"Oh, yeah......"

Marcel nodded for now.

It was the day when one boy began to grasp the pieces of "happiness" in his small hand, - and, at the same time, began to tread off the road in a grand way.