Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Hello -"

The Annes, who rushed to transfer the finished soup to a small pot and keep it cool, knocked on the thick oak tree door when they arrived at Grandma Hilde's house.

"It's Anne, Grandma Hilde! Is anybody there? I'm gonna open it!

"Anne. Looks like it's open"

No matter what happens if no one comes out, Bruno points out in a quiet voice to Anne, who is still in a hurry.

The fact that the house, which is usually supposed to be locked, is open - apparently has an ancestor.

When they walked through the narrow hallway and reached a neat and tidy bedroom, the three found out who their ancestors were.

"Dr. Haino..."

It was the rushing town doctor who sat beside the lying Hilde.

The doctor, whose lowered eyeballs seem so good, calls his name Haino.

Because of his youth and friendly personality, he was a struggling young man, licked by both patients and fellow doctors.

What a rare and superior shirt you're wearing today, I guess the other doctors pushed you about Mr. Hilde when you even tried to go out on a date because it's an odd day off.

Because medical bills can only be trampled down, such as the care of elderly people living in lower towns.

Heino has a bad complexion for how much he cares about stepping down.

He also left his sneezy hair flaky, "Hmm...?" He looked back at this blurry one, and when he finally noticed the visitor, he opened his eyes wide.

"You guys are here...!

With a relieved look on the floating face of the neighborhood.

When he stood up fluttered, he stretched out his arms wrapped in a tired shirt and hugged the three of them softly.

"Great......! Grandma Hilde, she didn't even hang out with her neighbor, even though no one was close to her. Nobody's coming to see me, and I can't leave you alone, so I can't move... and I was desperate that it would be" over "like this...!

"Oh no..."

Behind what Heino would say as he was impressed, the Annes stifle their faces.

Because he was reluctant to accept the ominous word "shut up" he uttered, even though the situation was such that no one would come to see him.

What the doctor calls a "shutdown" - i.e., death.

In Weitz, shortly after a person dies, a mentor is called to apply "end-of-life scented oil" to his lips. If you don't do that, your soul won't be able to get out of your body smoothly, because you'll get stiff on the body and fall into darkness.

I mean Heino is in a hurry because he can't go get a mentor as he is, and the fragrance oil ritual won't make it - in other words, that would mean that Hilde's death is so close.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm going to church! You guys, for a moment, I asked you! Talk to him a lot."

Quick to say, Haino gets up quickly and just leaves the spot.

The remaining Annes turned their gaze to Hilde, who lay naughty, after stood on the spot in awe.

"Oh no... Grandma Hilde..."

I thought you were better.

Anne squeaks, letting her voice plunder.

Hilde, who became a sleeping folk, loosened his usual uncomfortable look and quietly closed his eyes.

It's painful to have a bandage wrapped around your head, except it also looks like you're just asleep.

In fact, Anne thought Hilde was just asleep when she heard from the horse.

I have no energy, I just haven't regained consciousness.

He said if there was a trigger, he'd wake up for sure.

Yet I can't believe death was so imminent that I already needed perfume oil.

"It's a lie..."

Both hands that grabbed the handle of the pan tremble small.

Leo raised his voice where he was about to overflow his tears.

"Don't give up, Anne!

"Because, Brother Leo..."

"'Cause there's also a snake? Look, your complexion isn't bad, and you're breathing. Even the skin is warm. Still alive!

With that said, Leo let Hilde hang up his withered branchy arms.

"Even if you're unconscious. If you call me super desperate, you'll wake up. Nah!"

"No, Leo -"

Bruno frowned and tried to say something, and Leo quickly controlled with his gaze, "You shut up".

Leo and I don't have a hobby for irresponsible encouragement for our sister.

But in this case, if she doesn't, Anne will just cry down and go back to the orphanage.

And in her personality, she could have done more oh, this is what she would have done, and later on she would have suffered the feather of thinking about what she should have done.

Even if they scold you for being a liar, scorn you for being irresponsible, let Anne do all she can.

That's what Leo instantly thought he could do.

As Bruno silenced himself with an emotionally unreadable face, Leo laughed brightly for his sister.

"For once, Anne has worked hard to make it, so let's unveil that soup."

"-... yeah"

After a long tour, Anne nodded small. He had a passionate look.

Place the small pan on a small shelf by the bedside and gently open the lid.

Transferring the fluffy, hot air raised soup and contents into the small plate she brought, Anne slowly moved it closer to Hilde's mouth, even more spooning it.

"Grandma Hilde. Soup."

but.

- Gassi.

Just before the spoon touches his mouth, Leo pushes his arm away.

Being the owner of a truly decent sensibility except for his sense of money, he asked Anne with a drawn smile.

"- Hey... wait a minute? Anne, I asked you once, why are you carrying a chunk of carrots to your mouth these days?

"Uh... because, Grandma Hilde, I like carrots"

"If... -!... Yeah, that's right, I want to feed you my favorites, right? But now, Grandma Hilde, she's asleep, huh?

Stupid bastard, can you eat solid things when you're unconscious! I'm choking! and to get the scratch in, Anne was too serious, and for her cute little sister.

"Look, my favorite might be the last type I want to leave, and first of all, I guess I'd like an approach like this: try to smell it, talk in my ear about soup?

"Yeah? But, Grandma Hilde, she's the one who eats first from whatever she likes."

Leo's distant attention was unfortunately flushed away, and Anne grabbed Hilde's jaw and tried to open her mouth with a spoon as it was.

"Hey, hey, Grandma Hilde, it's carrots. Okay?

"Ababa, stop it, Anne!

"Oh, or should I start with soup for the first bite"

"Whoa, whoa! In the mouth of an unconscious human being, don't tilt the soup dish with momentum. Yes!

What did you come up with, this time from Anne, who brought each plate closer to Hilde's mouth, Leo finally took the plate away.

"What are you doing, brother Leo?"

"Yeah, I don't like it? So what?"

It's horrible because Anne says that now all she has is good intentions.

Originally, Leo thought about the extent to which he could smell the soup or, in some cases, moisten his lips with a spoon for Hilde's unconsciousness.

But no way, I didn't expect you to try to feed me every ingredient I cut for the first time.

Anne is a solid one, but after all, she seems to know what it means to be unconscious - that death is near, and she doesn't.

"Why shouldn't I feed you?" In front of Anne tilting her neck like she was in trouble, Leo also lowered her brow as to how she had explained it.

- Anne.

But there, Bruno, who was silent, raises his voice.

He turned away slightly, gazing at Anne, slowly spinning his words.

"It does make sense to stimulate tactile sensations and wake people up. It is the same principle to wake someone who has lost consciousness of torture by hanging water. But, okay. In humans, other senses may be more responsive than tactile."

"Other, sensation......?

Bruno nodded quietly as Anne opened her eyes.

"Oh. Hearing. When a person faints, for example, he first loses his sense of equilibrium and vision, loses touch, and falls. But even after the fall, only the voice can be heard. Look, voices and sounds are the longest perceived ones."

"That, what's your sense of smell?

"I don't know. But when the enemy fell, he didn't seem to care about the smell."

"- Hey. What are you guys? What are you talking about all of a sudden? Are you waiting for a scratch?

Half-eyed Leo barges in with a blur.

It is at these moments that I curse my kindness to ignore it, to ignore it, but to pick up every mess carefully.

"Tsuka, Bruno! Your stories always stink of blood for a little while!

"Ha."

"Not at all!

bursting a sharp and stout scratch, then sighed more and turned back to Anne,

"Anne, you can ignore what this guy says, anyway -"

"Okay, Brother Bruno! I'll try to approach Grandma Hilde with my hearing!

"Seriously."

Somehow I was stunned to see my sister's portion moved in a decent direction by Bruno's guidance.

"No... I don't mind the results... I don't mind..." snapped Leo. Approximately, Anne put her face closer to Hilde's ear and began to speak with a straight face.

"Wow, what a delicious looking soup! Spoon it and say... Wow! You look great, you fluffy white hot air! The soup itself is clear, but the vegetable and chicken extracts feel much more concentrated. Put it in your mouth...... hahahahahahahaha...... Mmmm! The sweetness of the boiled vegetables spreads all over your mouth!

"Why is it gourmet reporter style!

"Because I thought it would be easier to react with intensity," Anne replied with a serious face when she accidentally stumbled into her sister's portion, who suddenly spoke in a frigid tone.

"Oh... yeah... no, that's not the problem, Anne..."

I think it's an obvious mess, but I just can't go in there and see you're serious.

As Leo had a distant eye, Bruno beside him laid his hand on Pong and Anne's shoulder.

"You're making a mistake, Anne. Now, the squeaky system is more trendy than exaggerating."

"Really?

Bruno nodded heavily, kneeling near the bedroom and whispering in Hilde's ear.

"- This soup was right...... This is how it has to be. When you drink soup, nobody interrupts you, you're free, you've got to be saved somehow..."

"Your report is too lonely!

Bruno frowned annoyingly as he penetrated sharply impatiently.

"... Hmm. You don't try yourself, just complain for one person."

"Yes, don't do anything. The one who just complains sucks. 'Cause, Brother Leo, you always say it"

"Huh."

Leo was stunned when he came across a counterattack from just his sister's share.

"Grandma Hilde said you were a gourmet! I'm sure you won't wake up because you can't tell how delicious the soup is. If you can't feed them, enough to make up for it, you have to tell them how delicious it is with hearing information!

"Yep..."

"I will not give up. I'm sure I'll let you know how delicious this soup is...!

…………

Normally, talking to unconscious people means, "Look, it's my favorite soup," or "hehe, I tried so hard to get my grandmother to tell me it was delicious. Yet... Gu" or something like that heartwarming?

Still, is it a promise that the person will regain consciousness so that the place is surrounded by emotion and invited to it?

Nonetheless, Leo lost the word to hang when he saw his sister's share rolling his mind on the mission of "how to deliciously depict soup" for some reason.

(... what the hell, this development)

But because Anne has such a serious look on her face.

"-... your food repo should not have less phonetic words."

With the sigh, Leo decided to go along with it.

"Wow! This puffy chicken skin! At the same time as he bites, the cumbersome runs out into his mouth. This is no longer the Grand Games of the Extract!

"Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Yes... the feel of pressed wheat that can play fine. The aroma of rosemary that spreads as you chase it. This flavour. This flavour."

"Pussy, pussy... fuzzy..."

How long would you have done that?

Anne established a style that shouted an impressive phrase, Bruno muttered with a deep aftertaste, and Leo, when it came to it, was totally gaining a human percussion.

but Hilde never opens his eyes.

On the contrary, he even seemed to be frowning a little more painfully than earlier.

"Grandma Hilde... I don't know if I'll ever wake up again..."

Poop, Anne leaks.

As if she had been slapped on the cheek by her own whining, she shook her head puffy after she looked up all the way.

"Yeah. Not yet... you just haven't had enough of our food repos"

Right? And he laughs, and Leo clogs his words.

You can be resented for irresponsible encouragement. You can get stuck.

But - I can't wait to get hurt.

"Oh, oh...... But, Anne -"

"Wow! The granularity of this pressed wheat! Pum over there, pum over here, and this is already a rebellion period for pum push wheat. Ah!

"Anne."

"I can't resist the saltiness of the chicken yummy, integrated with the aroma of rosemary, creeping into my tongue! Even though it is thin, it has a gentle saltiness… but…"

Words break off.

Hiccup, Anne rang her throat.

"Salty, but...... soggy, hey..."

She was blurring and tears from her big, unusual eyes.

Tears transmit young cheeks and are sucked into the lips pulled up into the form of a murky grin, carefully.

To the pain, Leo frowned.

"Anne......"

"I don't know how..."

Anne tilted her neck small as she grinned with her trembling lips.

"I wonder why, oh, wake up, won't you?"

"Anne."

"Why,... always, always, always, always be nice to me, will be gone... or hey..."

At last, Anne covered her face with both hands.

At the age of four, she was dumped by a mother who thought it would stand in the way of her remarriage.

However, Anne, who was smart and loving, immediately received an offer of foster care.

An elderly church mentor with a reputation and personality who was also close to the orphanage was to be removed.

He didn't have a wife, but Anne was happy enough, even if she couldn't replace her mother.

I spent so much extra time, so serene, loving, dreamy days.

But just a month later, he's an epidemic, and he leaves the world lightly.

Anne, who could not even spend enough time as a successor to be recognized, ended up knocking around the orphanage gate again.

It happened five years ago.

Like Leo, if you're not the one who's been in the orphanage for a long time, you don't know.

――……

When Leo pulled his mouth together, he stroked Pompon and his sister's head and gently held him in his arms.

When I once lost my foster home, my younger sister's share was jumping up crying all the time at night.

That's how he even apologized to the void.

I'm sorry I couldn't make it.

I'm sorry I couldn't see you.

It was hard, wasn't it? Wasn't it sweet? It was annoying, wasn't it?

Even if they do, if they stay by my side.

Then I asked the Spirit of Death to follow me, too.

At least give me a hand. Warm up with sesame seeds. Together.

That's better, all the time, I'm glad.

Forced isolation from foster care, with care not to transfer the disease, saved Anne's life, but left a great wound in her heart.

Even if it's for nothing, let it run out of hands.

I thought that was for her, Leo - maybe I was wrong.

Leo cuddled his sister's share and blamed herself for the fumbling.

"... Grandma Hilde..."

Eventually, Anne nodded her face at Leo's chest, shrugging in tears.

"I always say mean things."

"... yeah"

"When you're praised, you look angry, even if you're happy, you still look angry"

"Yeah."

A tear creaks into my shirt.

"But, you know, in that case, the gray eyes just turn a little blue. So, oh, I'm really glad, 'cause I know."

"Oh well."

"Even when I first drank Brother Leo's soup, my eyes were shining... because they were blue. 'Not good!' or something like that... really..."

But Anne shrugged.

"But if you close your eyes, I... I don't know. Ooh!

Grabbing her shirt cuddly with her little fist, she screamed.

In the bedroom, a young whimper sounds.

Leo looked familiar as he stroked his back over and over again.

- Though.

For some reason Bruno, not grieving or bewildered, had a truly flat face and stared down at Hilde.

"Bruno......?

"- Grandma Hilde. Time to wake up."

Say, wouldn't you say that?

Leo said, "What?" He raised his voice, but Bruno only spinned the words pale.

"Anne's cry has moved on to phase two, which is troublesome when it comes to three. The dean tells me not to cry a woman. I'm glad to be set up, I'm crying and confused, I don't know, but come on, I need you to wake up."

"Is...?

In front of Leo and Anne, who open their mouths pompously, something happened that made their mouths even more stunning.

"-... what,... shut up..."

Hilde lifted his wrinkled eyelid loosely - opening his eyes.