Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Dean -"

Conn, conn.

Hannah's bedroom door is knocked at night.

Until then, Hannah, who was not uncommonly laboring or thinking, but just stroking her blurry necklace, returned to me with it all the time.

"What?"

Like I always do, I grab the necklace to hide it slightly on the chest of the dress.

but I forgot that the inky dress that only holds together today is the collar.

Hannah's fingers, grabbing the chain, scraped the cloth on her chest for a moment, then slowly lowered it down, as if as little as possible.

"Still awake? On the inside? Me, a hand job? On terms of 30% of your money."

Visitors don't realize how Hannah is doing.

The boy with the colorful hair who had been vocal in swallowing - had finally regained his body and original tone, Leo.

Until now, I guess the Emmyrios, who finally boiled down on their return, have been forced to read.

The voice is slightly blurred, and I'm rubbing my eyes a bit if I'm drowsy.

"... well, I'm not saying 'help'."

Even though he gave it back to me with his mouth, Hannah quickly observed Leo's complexion and snuck off to stroke his chest, deciding he didn't seem weak.

Because without looking over here and thinking about it, unplanned, good-looking boys can suddenly get caught up in a case or fall.

"What's going on, so late? You're going to get some sleep and start making cancer money again tomorrow, right?

"Hmm? Hmm, that's right..."

Then Leo stepped into the room, and I can't boil it down somewhere.

Placing it between the rare and choice of words, then he laughed a whirl.

"I didn't think I'd be able to properly say 'I'm home' to the Dean yet."

…………

Just for a second, I open my eyes.

But Hannah immediately jumped up one eyebrow, "Hmm," she snorted.

"That's polite. Thank you. But when you told the Emmy Rio guys," Oh, I'm home! Wow, don't hug me! I'm home! 'Cause you heard me screaming around, I'm already hungry. "

Greetings, courtesy, and adherence to promises. Those things, I think this boy is doing pretty well.

That's how Hannah raised him.

"So get some sleep."

He was Hannah with a curly back, but Leo didn't quite try to leave the room.

"... Leo?

- Um...

When he asked in surprise, he opened his mouth with a snack.

"I stole it."

The tinted eyes stared at Hannah's necklace, still falling back on her chest.

"... what?

"No, 'cause I was an orphan and I knew they were only Lena's grandmother... I, I called them" grandmothers "about Emilia. Besides, that's what I'm gonna call it."

Like penance, words.

No, I guess it's actually penance for him.

Don't steal, don't take it, all you're allowed to do is pick it up.

Because he disobeyed what Hannah had said with her mouth sour.

…………

But Hannah couldn't scold Leo like that.

Beautiful fiction, gentle falsehood.

Because I thought the sins he committed must belong to those worlds.

Hannah just tried to give it back, yeah, but earlier than that, Leo cut it out again.

"So... that's when I figured it out"

Scabbling marks and a slight childhood left behind, face.

Leo, floating a surprisingly serious color there, continued.

"I, I guess, have always wanted to call you Mother about the Dean"

At that moment, Hannah breathed unexpectedly.

But soon, I grinned at myself like that and rebuilt my attitude.

It remains for orphanage children to overlap their mothers with themselves.

And Hannah has always been embarrassed about it.

Don't call someone else my mother.

Wanting something that's not there is to deviate from the status of an orphan and take precious beings away from others.

Again this time, when he tried to mouth the teachings, Leo told him to block them.

"- But I know. That's a thief, isn't it? The only person you can call Dean that... is the owner of the hair in that rocket. Don't you?"

When she heard the words, Hannah wondered if she would finally stop breathing.

My head turns white.

The beat is loud.

Opening her eyes wide, Hannah asked.

"-... you, how could you do that?

"Every year, Dean, at this season, you sneak out of the hospital in black. About three years ago, I was sneaking around wondering if it was even a secret money story. So... somehow"

Perhaps Hannah thought she was seen kneeling in front of the grave.

Small little grave.

Put a lowered rocket around your neck and pray in front of a grave marker that isn't even engraved with a name.

"... Dean, you said the merchant was out. I've been longing to join the Chamber of Commerce for a while, and I've looked into merchants all over the country. Then, decades ago, there was a fairly large merchant in an area much west of Richiert. There, he was so smart, but he had a bouncing daughter that he fell in love with the son of a rival merchant like he did with his parents. So."

Leo continued with a voice that seemed to disappear.

"... the daughter was forgiven, but when she kicked me out of the house... I already have a child in my stomach"

――……

Hannah closed her eyes.

Yet, when I think of that time, my breathing becomes shallow.

A daughter who was filled with confidence and believed she could grab everything with this hand.

That day we laughed at each other that under blue hope, I'm sure the two of us could do well.

I was young.

It was stupid.

I didn't even understand the harshness of what awaited us.

In the end, the other man turned back in a cowardly fashion - no, "wisely" - and only Hannah was to stand on the street.

That's how - I lost everything.

Leo, no more, did not try to step into Hannah's past.

However, as I grabbed my fist softly and exhaled small, it approached me like I was ready.

And

- Gyu.

Afraid, I embraced Hannah.

"Me... I've never said this before, so I'm embarrassed, and I don't know if I can say it well... I... I'm glad the Dean raised me,"

…………

My chest trembles at the temperature of a child passing over the cloth.

To Hannah, who lost her words and just stood up, Leo continued cautiously.

"So... because I'm not going to be a thief anymore - only that child can call the Dean 'Mother'. I want to share that thought with the director. I'm not a thief when I say it, I've been taught something special this time."

Bite your lips a bit, inhale, and exhale again.

Leo gently spinned the word as he rolled the important sound over his tongue.

- I love you.

"- …………………"

Nonetheless, Hannah's, completely smaller shoulder swayed.

For the rest of my life, it was a word I shouldn't have heard.

"An orphan like me. When I said this, I thought I'd be punished. I don't know, but I was wondering if something so scary was going to happen and something was going to happen... in fact, nothing happened. Even without my parents, I can love someone. You can take special care of someone and ask them for it. It's okay to say these words... I've been taught them over there."

"………………"

"So, Dean. I just wanted to say it right. - Let me tell you something. I'm home. I knew this was the best place. Everyone in the orphanage said they loved the director, loved him... and loved him."

I didn't think so.

With Hannah's blue eyes, tears spilled all the time.

Tears conveyed their cheeks powerlessly, and a necklace lowered to their chest - falling into a locket tied to a chain.

"-... and... it's just..."

Eventually the words that leaked out of his throat were plundering without force.

"... even my hair was growing. Pretty nails, too, are... splendid, in the shape of people...,... I should... protect them,... the most important thing in the world, I was a child..."

A beginning, an end, always comes suddenly.

Until Hannah understood that the man was not coming to the rendezvous place forever, she had no idea that she was going to leave the town at night.

As a wealthy daughter, she was sparingly poured out of wealth and upbringing and believed that things in the world could usually be overcome on their own.

But a well-educated, supposed discerning woman mistook the excitement of playing with fire for affection - so sad that she laughed, lost her home and her identity.

Still, the only life I had in my stomach then was.

Only that life, which reminded me of the warmth of man, which was only a tool of the house, was meant to protect me. I thought I could.

But I couldn't.

"... but I couldn't. I... couldn't protect you."

Hannah cursed herself - and more importantly, cursed the world - when she cut her soft hair out of a small carcass wrapped in a cold cloth.

She told Leo as she unconsciously glanced at the locket that hung around her neck, where her hair fitted.

"... I'm more of a human being... than you think. So... so, Leo. Don't tell me that. I'm not a human being, you know."

Put your hands gently on the thin arms turned to your hips.

Manage to smoothly kick the words out of your throat that will break you off if you distract yourself.

As usual, tell them quietly, as when the dean teaches orphans themselves.

If I'd just said it and been a good listening Leo, I'm sure that, you know, would have retired.

However,

"-... no"

Let me tell you abruptly about the past, Leo, who didn't even show signs of upset, has grabbed Hannah's clothing hem all the time at this moment, as if she were a stubborn child.

"... don't say it. They gave it to me for free, so I don't have to give it back. Even those who give it to me are more than happy to have it. You deserve to give this to me... because I taught you."

I joke as if spinning the word of love is a flyer handout, but that voice is just a little trembling.

I've spent over a decade with Leo already - but I've never seen him like this before.

Perhaps he's so nervous, so embarrassed, so serious right now.

"... Leo. I think it's great that you can take care of someone. It's just that I'm not the right person for that."

"You deserve it."

I was talking to him to tell him, and he blocked me with an angry voice.

Leo was looking straight at this one with those lumpy, tinted eyes.

"You deserve it. I mean, who else but the dean deserves it? It was the dean who raised me. You let me eat, you planted my way of working internally, you taught me monetary units, you took me to the market for the first time, you're all dean. Don't you?"

"Leo -"

"Even in super harsh nostalgia, it was the Dean who arranged for me to have cotton clothes every winter. It was the Dean who cut us off, did this, fought outside, and sometimes stuck us up, and protected us. Right!?

He asked like he was exhilarated, and then he ran out of words.

"Dean always protected us! If I - even my parents dumped me, I could have loved someone, even the dean who lost his child,... someone should be able to love me!!

――…………

Silence fills the bedroom at night.

Eventually, there, the little whimper sounded just once.

Hannah didn't realize at first that it was something that leaked out of her throat.

"- …………… ah…"

Will it be forgiven?

May I accept it?

Can I receive love if I fail to protect my life to protect it?

Lay your hands gently over your tightly turned arms.

Then besides, Hannah started turning her arms around Leo's back.

"Me too..."

Not my mother.

I'm not your mother.

Words I've told the orphans many times.

Though it was truly a commandment to pray for their happiness, - let's admit it.

There was more than that, a commandment to himself, and a curse.

You can't have love in your hands like this.

I must have kept those thoughts deep in my heart, myself and this boy.

Two like-minded people, who unconsciously drew a line and locked themselves inside it.

But now, of them, Leo - with his dazzling purity and strength - is trying to cross that line.

Hannah thought to her goddaughter that she couldn't just lose.

I thought - so I hugged him forcefully.

"I've loved you for a long time...!

The boy in his arms looked up surprised and then grinned.

"-... Dean, don't imitate me."

If that wasn't even a cry, Hannah was about to put his head on "busy".

"- Oh, hey, lah...!

Bright morning.

In a cathedral made of the greatest possible mass, but with a golden colour on the essentials.

As a person with the title of caretaker, Hannah came to see how Lena lived in a cage there, opening her eyes as soon as she stepped into the building.

This is because Lena, who seems to have taken a lot of corners lately, had raised her blue muscles and grabbed Leo's chest barn.

She rocked Leo's body with a sword screen that ruined the appearance of the beautiful girl she had regained because of it.

"Oh my God! You! That's how you want to breathe. You're going to mass-produce the flag, asshole. Whoa, whoa!

"F, Flagg, eh, say it! But I am! Simply! With all my heart, jerk off, write to me..."

"The way I put my heart into it is a problem -!!

Lena rocks Leo even harder to disprove the interruption, and his voice finally scratches out.

Bye-bye. Seeing the two of us grabbing each other, Hannah frowned.

"... what are you doing, those kids?"

"By way of example, Leo did."

It was Bruno, of course, who appeared there without a sound all the time.

Apparently he was watching Leo and the others interact - he also says he left it - and explained it to Hannah in a less discouraging voice.

"Since the Golden Spirit hangs well with the Marquis, Leo is supposed to pretend to be Leonora from time to time. I'll write to you when I get back to Lower Town, number one, so it's like Leo's guy's been writing in the mood, too, but when Lena peeked inside, just in case, she asked me to check the contents, and... the contents were outrageous."

"Am I?"

When he inquired with a suspicious face, Bruno told him violently.

"In a letter addressed to everyone, almost across the whole line, the word 'I love you' was inserted"

Hannah gets stuck.

"... what?

"Anything, they say it's a trend word these days. Like a child bragging about his freshly remembered words, he has already called us many times from this morning until"

…………

So, Lena, who's pretty, is scolding Leo for earlier, rounding the note up and slamming it on the floor.

Hannah held her head down.

"I love you".

Was that such an easy word to say to him?

I want to scream for my inspiration back last night.

But I had to open my eyes a little to Bruno's words that followed.

"Leo says, 'Even though it's free, I just want to hear it, just say it, it's a magical word that makes me incredibly happy, so I want to hem it for everyone!' Apparently. Last night (...) or (...) et al. (...) Always at that rate. Dean,... what do you have in mind?

…………

I mean, seriously, I stare at Bruno.

Then Hannah saw about Leo, who was desperately picking up a note and appealing to Lena.

The boy, who should have given up like an orphanage keeper, love, etc., was now making a fuss as he sparkled his colored eyes and overflowed his whole body with joy.

He noticed his gaze. Leo looks up all the time and looks at this one.

When he understood that it was Hannah standing, he smiled with a full smile on the remaining face of the cover-up.

"Director!"

I'll wave to you, its defenseless, heart-forgiving, unusual, like a toddler who finally found his mother...

――…………

Hannah took a short sigh of relief.

"... you can't help it."

Damn, he's floating. The more I look at this one, the more I get stunned.

And - so much so that the edge of my mouth mumbles.

Hannah shrugged her shoulders like nothing when she coughed with you.

"What if I sent those noblemen such letters and they got so excited that they pushed me this far? As the keeper here, I get everything from gold spirits to pre-charges. I won't let that happen. It's a complete revision, a complete revision!

Then he went to side with Lena, emphasizing his position that he was only the caretaker of the Basilica of Light.

Oh, boy, you have to be careful what you say to a child because this is it.

- Dean.

Then Bruno, who seems to have remembered something, called from behind.

"Speaking of which, the Golden Spirit liked it when he did the Dean thing - but that's because Dean and Leo are alike," he said.

"Am I?"

To an unexpected point, I frown and look back.

Bruno told me, in the words as they were, what the Golden Spirit was sneaking up on after Hannah left.

- You're the same person who brings kindness and loneliness together.

"He said that Dean and Leo looked just like parents and kids. That's what she said."

…………

Hannah disguised herself as a Buddha.

I have always denied the words of this hand with a serious face.

Although.

"-... right"

Ring your nose, one gavel.

Without affirmation, without denial, and returning all that, Hannah now turned to the Lennas, who were still going after her.

A rocket hanging from his chest glows hard in the morning sun.

Instead of the owner, who let him pull his lips and tie them, the rocket swayed with pleasure forever, arguing loosely.