The crimson eyes captured
and would not let go. The silent girl, Amal, has been staring at
for a while now. Honestly, I feel uncomfortable being watched so much. I put my hand on the back of my neck to disguise my discomfort.
“…Hey, Amal.”
Unable to stand the silence, I call out her na. Amal freezes for a few seconds. She probably isn’t used to being called by a nickna yet. After her gaze wanders for a mont, she timidly nods in agreent.
“You ntioned this is the Stonehurst Monastery, right?”
“…Yes.”
“And where exactly is it located?”
“Totwald.”
I asked her to repeat the unfamiliar word.
“Tot… what?”
“Totwald.”
Even after asking her to repeat, I didn’t recognize the place. It certainly doesn’t seem like a Japanese location. Could it be abroad? I knit my brows and ask another question.
“Ah, don’t tell
this place is in Europe?”
“Europe?”
Amal blinks her eyes in confusion, tilting her head slightly.
“You don’t know Europe? You know, like England or France.”
“…I don’t know such countries.”
“Then, have you heard about Japan?”
Amal gently shakes her head in response.
I instinctively held my head in my hands. She’s completely ignorant of the world. No, this isn’t sothing that can be settled by calling her ignorant. Not knowing Europe, how isolated can you be?
Why can she speak Japanese if she doesn’t even know Japan? My head starts to spin with all these strange circumstances.
(But… she doesn’t seem like she’s lying.)
The Stonehurst Monastery in a place called Totwald.
Why would I, who rely fell asleep on the train, be in such a place? I’m starting to get seriously lost.
“Amal, are there other people in this monastery? If there are, can you guide
to them? I want to talk to them.”
“………”
Amal lowers her head. She shivers, gripping her hands tightly. Sothing seems off. Is she feeling unwell? At that thought, I realized the place is strangely cold. It’s not like the middle of winter, but it’s quite chilly for
in my short sleeves.
I gather my wits and call out to Amal.
“…Amal, are you okay?”
“…Yes.”
“Hey, if you’re not feeling well, you can just show
the way. I’ll go by myself. I want to et the highest authority here since this is a monastery, maybe a priest or a pastor?”
“A person of high status?”
“Yeah, if this is a monastery, then maybe a priest, right? Or a pastor? Anyway, I want to et the person in charge of this place.”
“… If you’re looking for Father Benedict, he should be in the priest’s room. Exit the chapel, turn right, open the door, turn left in the corridor, and go through the door at the end. Then, turn at the first corner you co across from there, and it’s the room at the end.”
“Turn right, left, and at the end… Got it.”
I repeat Amal’s words to myself to morize them.
“Alright, I’ll go check it out. Thanks, Amal.”
I thanked Amal with a smile. In return, Amal trembled and stared at . Then, as if to check her heartbeat, she pressed her hand against her chest.
“Yes, Andrew-sama.”
I realized it a bit late, but calling
“Andrew” is like saying my full na. It feels quite strange.
“Hey, Amal. I’m not used to being called Andrew. Can you give
a nickna too?”
“…I should give Andrew-sama a nickna?”
“Yeah, um. You don’t have to if you don’t like it. But if you can, I’d like you to give
one.”
Amal fell silent for a few seconds. It felt strangely long.
“…Then, how about Andy-sama?”
Her voice was a whisper.
She looked up at
without confidence. She doesn’t have to make such a face. But then again, does Andy co from Andrew?
“Andy, huh. …Yeah, it’s a good nickna. Once again, nice to et you, Amal.”
“…Yes, Andy-sama.”
Amal squinted her eyes in what seed like relief.
“Well then, Amal. I’m going to et the priest.”
I warned her and headed toward the door. It was a very large wooden door. I reached for the handle to push it open.
“Andy-sama.”
Stopped by her soft and beautiful voice, I turned my head, just my head.
Her silver hair fluttered. Her overly perfected beauty was illuminated by the candlelight. Her crimson eyes stared at .
“…Will you see
again? May I be granted that?”
“Of course, I will.”
I answered without hesitation.
What kind of question is that? I couldn’t understand the intention behind it. I wracked my brain.
“…Even if it’s a lie, I’m happy.”
Amal softly smiled. It was a smile that seed like it would fly away with a gust of wind. I wondered why she would smile like that, but more than that, I wanted to reassure her.
“…You know, I wouldn’t lie about sothing like that, right? Once I’ve t with the priest, I’ll co back.”
“…Yes, I will always be waiting.”
The girl clasped her hands in front of her chest and made a praying gesture as she faced .
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