Doggone Academy Chapter 7: Kidnapping (1)

I will leave tomorrow too. I dont know when I can visit you again. I may be back in a few years. But you probably wont be here

Yes.

Can you see off when I leave?

No.

Although they had been childhood friends, now they could not communicate as before. He wasnt ready to say goodbye, he didnt want to crawl like a worm at the last mont.

Liza bowed her head. The moonlight was temporarily blocked by clouds, so everything was briefly in darkness. He wondered what Lizas expression would be.

Then well say goodbye here. Ill go in first.

So long, Liza.

Take care. I hope to see you again soday.

You too.

Liza went back to the Temple first. He was sure she would understand that he needed ti alone to sort out his feelings.

He walked alone the sa path he had walked with Liza as a child. He stopped near the moonlit pond. He sat on the rock as in the past.

He looked around him. Every place reminded him of the monts he lived with her.

He sat there and cried for a couple of hours.

His ti with her was over. The road was blocked by a huge wall.

They were able to get so close because they grew up together in a space called an orphanage where they could ignore the difference in status. He had nothing special, nor was it that his destiny bound him to Liza. That luck simply ran out.

He took out of his pocket the necklace he had made to give to Liza. He rembered that she wore a necklace of precious gems around her neck. That ant nothing.

He threw the necklace into the pond.

Finally he closed his eyes. This was the end of his love.

***

After accepting that his path had diverged from Lizas, he focused on learning about his work. It was the only thing he could do about his frustration.

One day, a jeweler who had a large store took an interest in the accessories he made.

Your skill is not far from that of other craftsn, could you bring an item to the shop every week?

He signed a contract to sell so of his items to the jeweler who recognized his skills. After that, the number of people looking for his items gradually increased. And he began to earn enough to live on his own without any problems. In the sumr of his 16th year, he left the Lorail Pavilion to beco independent.

Then there was an unexpected encounter.

It was when he stopped at a jewelry store to deliver so items. In the store was a pot-bellied nobleman accompanied by a noblewoman. They were looking at things.

He froze like a stone. The lady who was clutching the noblemans arm was his mother. It had been eight years since he had seen her, but he could recognize her right away. She looked exactly as he rembered her. On the other hand, it seed that his mother did not recognize him.

His mother called out the nas of other people outside the store. Two children who looked to be five or six years old ran into the store. The couple continued to look at jewelry with their children in their arms.

She had started a new family.

He left the place with a blank stare.

He isolated herself for a while to calm his emotions. He had long since assud that it was all in the past. There was no connection.

He wondered what he could do. This was the life he had been given.

He occasionally went to the Temple of Acates when he had free ti. Other orphans his age left the Temple to make their own way in life. He sat in the empty chapel to think about the fate that had befallen him. Posted only on NovelUtopia

Everyone in the world dreams of a wonderful life, but not everyone could have it. Not everyone could be a King, or a Knight, or a Great Wizard, or a Hero.

So have to be nuns, so have to be pr0st!tutes. So have to fix the garden, so have to work the tal. Even if they break under pressure, so have to be a small cog to make the world work.

Goddess Acates saved him twice. Once she saved him from starving to death after losing his mother, and the other when it was perforated in the stomach area. He wondered why the Goddess had helped him. He could not easily predict his future.

Maybe Liza was Gods chosen one. And he just soone disposable to adorn his childhood.

When he beca independent, he rented a place within walking distance of the workshop. It was an old house. The floors creaked so much that it hurt his ears, the windows didnt open properly and he could hear the mice walking on the ceiling every night.

He couldnt sleep easily because he had so many thoughts. And Liza would pop into his mind when he couldnt sleep. What kind of people was she eting? How did she adjust to Eternia Academy, a place where the countrys geniuses gathered?

Still, he tried to erase Liza from his mind.

His talworking skills developed day by day. When the craftsman who taught him looked at his work, he asked him to stop with a bitter smile. But that didnt stop him. He stayed alone in the workshop in the evenings to learn techniques.