13 – Star’s story (2)
What was the story of the star after all?
Edgar wielded a wooden sword in the cold morning air, lost in doubt.
It would be a shame if I hadn’t heard of it. Since yesterday evening, useless curiosity kept eating into my head.
‘Should I ask Helene?’
Even though he thought it was not a bad idea, he hurriedly shook his head to clear his thoughts.
The reason Ariel couldn’t tell me yesterday was because of Helen’s words, so it seems like there was some kind of silence.
It would be impossible to ask the person concerned to hear it.
‘If it’s a story from a children’s book, wouldn’t it be in the library?’
Among the thoughts that came to me after thinking over and over again, it seemed like a good guess.
Wouldn’t it be possible to find out if it was a story from some fairy tale or book, not a story Helene made up herself?
swish swish
The wooden sword cut through the wind and let out a rather powerful sound.
Edgar, who swung like that two or three more times, sighed deeply when his quota was over, as usual today, and lay down.
The cold floor that had been exposed to the cold air for a long time greeted him, but it didn’t matter because he was accustomed to it now.
“Oh, I forgot to bring it out.”
Yesterday, I tried to use magic once with the sword Helene gave me, but this guy’s head is a mask because I can’t remember what’s important.
It’s not urgent, so I’ll put it off until tomorrow. If possible, I also wanted to get advice from Ariel.
After all, he was no different from a complete stranger when it came to magic.
The thing is, I wondered if Ariel would be good at teaching either.
‘It seems that only learning is fast and teaching is a young soldier.’
I wondered if most geniuses felt that way.
If you teach someone how to do it and you can’t do it like yourself, it’s like asking ‘Why can’t I do this?’
Of course, it may just be your own stereotype.
“You are awake, Gongja. You are diligent.”
“Yes, good morning Sheppy.”
They greeted each other warmly, but Edgar was still a bit awkward talking to Sheppy.
It had already been nearly ten years since he had lived in this world, but he still had the consciousness that if he was older than himself, he should be treated with respect.
The status relationship was still very awkward, so that’s all I said.
“Is Ariel awake?”
Ariel’s morning belongs to a slightly slower axis than Edgar’s morning.
I tend to sleep quite a lot for a person my age who rarely sleeps in the morning.
Instead, Edgar liked to take naps, but Ariel didn’t take naps at all.
“Even so, the young lady has been angry since morning, saying that she couldn’t show Confucius magic last night. Didn’t you see me?”
“I guess I went out as soon as I woke up.”
Come to think of it, something like that happened.
Yesterday, Ariel suddenly burst into tears, so I was in a hurry to show the stars, so I completely forgot about it.
Then wouldn’t it be okay to use that as an excuse to learn magic today?
“As expected, when Confucius is by your side, the young lady is also diligent.”
“yes? How are you normally?”
“At home, you get up much later than you do now. Because of that, the mistress often scolds her.”
When Edgar heard the story for the first time, he spat out a short exclamation.
But I wondered if Ariel’s waking up early had something to do with her existence.
I’m not some kind of human alarm clock.
As I tilted my head as if I didn’t know why, the faint laughter of Sheppy tickled my ears.
“Cook cook… Oh, sorry. Excuse me.”
“no. You can laugh if something funny happens.”
Or maybe the wind got into your lungs all of a sudden.
It was Edgar who was bothered by the fact that all eyes were on him, but decided to ignore it.
The first thing to do is to find Ariel.
Bonamana would be wandering around the mansion looking for herself, so playing around with her was a courtesy to her guests.
Even if the target was limited to that princess, it would feel as if that kind of courtesy had been given away a long time ago, but it must be because of mood.
“Ah, Madam Helen.”
As Edgar headed towards the room, he saw a familiar Mibu in his eyes.
Helene, who was walking with her wet black hair hanging down, stopped at the sound of his voice and greeted him affectionately.
“You’re up early, Ed. Is it because you are working hard on training?”
“Yes. There is still a long way to go.”
With the wooden sword at her waist, Helen, noticing where he had been, gently stroked his head.
Her gaze at Edgar was even softer than usual.
“Don’t push yourself too hard. Katria is also worried.”
“Yes, don’t worry.”
After the birthday party yesterday, Edgar heard from Helene and decided to talk a little more comfortably.
To be precise, it would be correct to describe it as ‘like a child’.
The way he used to talk to Helen before was definitely quite stiff, to the point where he himself felt a little awkward.
“Ah, madam. Have you not seen Ariel?”
“You mean Ariel? He will probably go to the terrace.”
“Yes? A terrace?”
what terrace? Did you go out to see the garden?
When Edgar’s eyes fluttered like crucian carp at the unexpected answer, Helene smiled incomprehensibly and tapped him on the shoulder.
Then he bent down and whispered in a friendly tone, as if someone was overhearing.
“Do you know where you can see from the terrace?”
“Yeah… Could it be a garden?”
In the first place, the terrace was created to see the entire site including the garden. It was a very natural answer.
Hearing his words, Helene, who had been giggling like a Sheppy earlier, suddenly looked at the end of the hallway and spoke again in a whisper.
“Anything else?”
“uh… well?”
What is it, twenty questions?
Edgar tilted his head when he couldn’t come up with the right answer.
Then, Helene, who dropped her body, showed off a wink and gave her one last hint.
“When Ariel comes, ask where she has been. Then you will know.”
“Yes… … .”
Didn’t you just say that Ariel went to the terrace?
Anyway, there was nothing to lose by listening to Helen.
Seeing Helen’s back as she threw the last clue and was about to disappear, Edgar hurriedly called her with a pity.
“Hey, Madam Helen!”
“yes? Do you have any business left?”
“Yes. If you’re not rude… Could you tell me what the star’s story is?”
“The story of the star? Did you hear from Ariel?”
Edgar silently nodded, and Helene said, ‘What are they?’ had the same expression.
It was a scolding face, at least not seen in the Helene Loveheim he remembered.
It seemed that Ariel’s face was strangely tomboyish as she smiled while covering her mouth with her hand.
“Huh, I can’t even say that with my own mouth. This is a story that has been passed down through generations in our family. I can only tell two people in my life.”
“Only two people?”
“yes.”
Why are there two people? What a great story it is.
Even more so, since it is a story passed down from generation to generation in the family, it made me wonder how it sounded like a legend.
“Are you referring to the Loveheim family?”
“Yes. I mean my original family.”
“So, did you mean that Madame Helene also told Ariel and someone else?”
“right.”
who is that one If you are that precious person, you should have at least a blood relationship or a lover.
His head hurt, but Edgar decided not to think about it any longer.
Since Ariel used the expression ‘yet’, it’s something you might hear someday.
“Thank you, madam. Later, when I get a chance, I’ll hear from Ariel directly.”
“oh.”
“… … ?”
Surprised, Helene covered her mouth as she had heard the bold announcement, and as soon as Edgar’s eyes met, she smiled as if it was nothing.
“I hope that one day will come, Ed. Ariel will be expecting that too.”
“Yes.”
At the end of the conversation, Helene said goodbye and disappeared.
At the same time, I heard footsteps running towards me from the end of the hallway.
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Light footsteps, more like a rabbit running than a human.
Currently, there must be only one person in this mansion who can make footsteps like this.
Edgar’s mouth involuntarily burst into laughter.
“Ariel, where are you going like that?”
“uh? me, there… Wait, go to the restaurant!”
“Restaurant?”
what restaurant? Wasn’t it on the terrace?
A question mark appeared over Edgar’s head at Helene’s testimony and remarks that contradicted each other.
It looks like he’s wiggling his hands, wondering if something is poking him.
Besides, your childhood friend who doesn’t have a good appetite went to a restaurant for no reason?
In many ways, there was a hint of suspiciousness.
“Weren’t you on the terrace?”
“Te, the terrace? why me?”
“Why… … .”
Was there even a law enacted saying that you shouldn’t go to the terrace in the morning?
As Edgar stood blankly at the absurd answer, Ariel, who had been watching him, opened his mouth.
“What did you do this morning?”
“me? I did the training I always do.”
“Huh… Right.”
Why are you asking about an unusual routine?
It was a very exaggerated way of speaking and behavior, perhaps because he wanted to claim that he did not know.
Edgar, who had doubts about it, recalled a flower he had seen in the garden during training earlier and opened up about it.
It was a flower that looked like Ariel would like it, so I thought I would like to see it at least once.
“By the way, did you see the flowers blooming in the garden? It looked like the flower you liked.”
“Ah, the one you squatted and watched?”
“… what?”
How does he know if I’m squatting or standing?
The unexpected answer paralyzed Edgar’s thought circuit.
Before I could ask how you knew that, Ariel’s body stiffened.
Realizing her mistake belatedly, she remained silent for about 3 seconds, then blushed red.
There was a popping sound as the heat rising from below escaped through his head.
yet,
“I-I’m going to bed now! Good night, Ed!”
“what? Hey, if you don’t even take a nap… west?”
Why do you suddenly want to take a nap that you haven’t slept well in your entire life?
Did you have wild dreams in the morning? But I woke up early for something like that.
‘I must have seen something pretty good on the terrace.’
Have you seen any dragons?
No, if he had seen that, he would not have lived while he was training in the garden.
Shaking off trivial thoughts, Edgar shook his head.
In the end, the story of the stars and the reason Ariel went to the terrace early in the morning.
It was a fruitless morning in which nothing was properly figured out.