âDad?â
âItâs raining and you donât have an umbrella.â
With the end of a quiet bruise, my feet on the field were lifted into the air.
He hugged me as usual and covered my whole body with his jacket.
As if I entered a warm cave.
I closed my eyes, leaning my cheek against Dadâs sturdy chest.
âDad doesnât even have one.â
âItâs okay if you donât get soaked.â
âDadâs soaking wet right now, though?â
âBut youâre not.â
Hmm.
Itâs kind of a strange answer, but I canât refute it.
âWhere are we going?â
Eventually, I changed the topic and asked again.
Come to think of it, Cassis was walking somewhere while holding me.
Clack, clackã ¡
As the rain subsided, his wet black hair grew thicker.
Squeakã ¡
The iron gate surrounded by blue hydrangeas creaked.
âTo see Mommy.â
When I turned my gaze back from his chest, the center of the deep garden was revealed.
ââ¦â
This was the first time Iâve seen this place, both in my previous life and present life.
My eyes trembled in the unfamiliar space.
In the middle of the well-manicured garden, a dome-shaped screen made of Magi was blocking the rain.
Perhaps because of Magi, light powder that seemed to be touched by hand was floating in the air.
And in the middle was a bed.
âDa,â
I was going to call âDadâ.
I was overwhelmed by the mysterious atmosphere and my whole body stiffened.
A woman was lying in the humid air.
Her neat pink hair cascaded down her shoulders.
Clear skin texture.
It was Vivian.
âIt must be your first time seeing her.â
ââ¦Yeah.â
It was a bit of a shock.
âCome to think of it, he has never had a funeral for Vivian in my previous life. Turns out Mom was here.â
Lying in the purified air, Vivian looked as calm as if she had just fallen asleep.
Cassis put me down.
As soon as I landed on the floor, I ran to the bed.
I couldnât believe it.
All I could do to tell if she was real was to fiddle with Momâs cheeks with trembling hands.
Vivian.
So you slept comfortably here.
Looking at the peacefully curled eyelashes, I was enveloped in indescribable emotions.
A shadow fell behind me.
It was Cassis.
âSorry for bringing you here late.â
I was speechless for a moment.
The two hands that eagerly grasped the end of the transparent coffin were white.
I, who was stuck between them, raised my head to check Cassis.
âI was trying to save her somehow, but now Mommy, no, Mommy is actually already.â
Those words were vague.
âActually Mommy, sheâs lying on the bed.â
â¦Damn it.
He clearly wanted to say that she was dead.
Yet the fearful eyes widened.
He was holding his breath intermittently, probably frightened by the separation from Mom.
âDad.â
He cut off the conversation as he seemed greatly agitated once he saw Mom.
The purple eyes that had been staring at the dead Vivian were already red.
âDid Mom kiss you on the forehead every night before you went to bed?â
Is the reason he wants to separate from Mom so urgently because he canât protect me?
If itâs because of me.
Cassisâ eyes finally focused on the daily topic.
ââ¦Yeah.â
It was only then that he came to his senses.
âShe did it to me too! So, did Mom nag you because you didnât eat broccoli?â
ââ¦Yeah.â
âDaddy hates broccoli too?â
At the mention of broccoli, Cassisâs brow wrinkled lightly.
âFor generations, towards broccoli, Valloisâ¦â
Startleã ¡
Before I knew it, he let out a sigh and put his hand on his forehead.
âThatâs not the problem, youâre growing up, so donât be pickyâ¦â
âWhen did you first meet Mom?â
âI shouldnât have brought up broccoli.ââ
I hurriedly changed the subject of the picky eater.
Despite my avoidance, his stare at Mom became calm.
Eventually, I heard a thumping noise from the side.
He wrapped his arms around me and locked me in his arms.
ââ¦When I was in danger because of monsters. Mommy, who was a saintess, saved me.â
âWhen did you get married?â
âIt was around this timeâ¦â
âThen what about your first kiss?â
âWho taught you the word âkissâ?â
After that, we chatted about Mom for a while.
Until dawn.
Until my five-year-old body couldnât overcome the sleepiness.
ââ¦Yawn. Dadâ¦â
After all, is it unreasonable to endure the night with the body of a five-year-old?
Still, I have to say what I want to say.
ââ¦Donât send Mom in a hurry, letâs talk for a long time, the three of us. Until Dad can laugh in front of Momâ¦â
Nod.
In the end, unable to endure sleep, I gently closed my eyes in a wide embrace.
***
Cassis lowered his gaze.
ââ¦â
He desperately hugged the angel in his arms until the rain stopped.
***
The next day, lunch.
âHiggs.â
âYes, Your Grace!â
After finishing his morning duties, the head of Vallois family lifted his heavy eyelids.
ââ¦I want you to cook broccoli.â
âYes! P-Pardon?!â
There was a hint of solemn in his calm voice.
Silent dining room.
Sitting next to Dad, I helped him, raising my mysterious purple eyes that I inherited from my lineage.
âYeah, please cook broccoli. Higgs.â
âB-But you both, towards broccoliâ¦â
âPlease.â
âPlease.â
â!â
The young Vallois and grown up Vallois.
Higgs, stunned by the determined eyes of the two Vallois, disappeared with a puzzled expression.
It was understandable why Higgs was as frightened as a sheet of white paper.
Having served as Valloisâ general chef for 20 years, he knew that Vallois was broccoli phobic in the bloodline.
âYour Grace. Donât you usually hate broccoli?â
A subtle wind suddenly blew into the dining room.
Agasa watched the change with triangular eyes and asked cautiously.
âHmm. Agasa. You really donât know Dad.â
I shook my head.
Then Dad opened his mouth.
âAgasa.â
âYes.â
âI want black tea after dinner.â
âP-Pardon me?â
However, the transformation of Cassis didnât end there.
ââ¦Someone who doesnât normally touch black teaâ¦â
â¦Eh?
Agasa, who was really surprised, looked at me with a strange voice.
It was a gaze asking for help, but I turned my head and, bam! pounded the table with my cotton fist.
âYeah. Black tea would be nice. Agasa, what are you doing? Give me tea too!â
âYes?â
âItâs too early for you to have black tea with caffeine. My daughter will have strawberry milk.â
ââ¦Pardon meeee?â
âGeez! To think that itâs still strawberry milk for me!â
Cassis, whose eyes glared at my words, pointed out, and in a fit of grief, I banged my head on the desk.
âWhat is it, am I the only one who doesnât know? Iâm the aide, yet Iâm the only one who doesnât know!â
In the end, Agasa, who had covered his mouth in bewilderment, flinched.
âYour Grace. I apologize for the inconvenience, but may I ask the reason for the sudden change?â
Agasa, barely holding on to his sanity, asked in a nervous voice.
He was stomping on his feet, as if he was worried that the head of the family, who had been crazy for five years, would go mad even more.
âVivian will like it.â
Of course, Dad wasnât crazy.
ââ¦Yes?â
âVivian liked black tea her whole life. And on the days I ate broccoli, she kept a smile on her lips all day. Vivianâs funeral has been postponed. Come to think of it, Iâve never, ever,â
Cassisâ rational eyes turned to Agasa with a low tone.
âI have never missed my wife. I was so desperate to save her life that I was obsessed with it.â
Agasaâs mouth slowly closed at the unexpected confession.
âSo Iâm thinking of missing her once. In a way that doesnât kill people, normally.â
Dad, who told us his true feelings until the end, raised his eyes and stared at me.
Our gazes intertwined for a moment.
âHihi.â
I donât know why, but after about three seconds, I burst out laughing.
Seeing my expression, he also raised the corner of his lips.
âPrepare the envelopes in advance. We might throw up while eating broccoli.â
ââ¦â
Cassis has changed.
And that too, perfectly.
I wonder if he was momentarily stunned by the change in the head of the family whom he had served for ten years.
There was silence in the dining room because of the aide who didnât answer.
ââ¦Yes. Your Grace.â
Agasa replied belatedly and stared at me with thrilled eyes.
Looking at the blue eyes that were about to pop out, I felt chilly on my back.
âWhen the meal is over, heâs going to run again, saying something about the prophet baby.â
Ignoring his growing religious beliefs, I rolled my legs while waiting for the broccoli to cook.
It was very ironic.
Vallois, who had turned a blind eye to Vivianâs death, officially acknowledged it.
However, the daily life of the castle was rather deeply permeated with Vivianâs nostalgia.
Last night, after talking with me.
Maybe Dad realized something, and since then, he hasnât turned away from his longing for Mom.
That first journey is right there.
Munch, munchã ¡
Munch, munchã ¡
ââ¦Ew⦠ughâ¦â
Cassis and I, who were chewing on the broccoli, shriveled up like rotten bell peppers.
Eating the broccoli that Mom nagged about is number one!
ââ¦Dad, it doesnât taste good.â
Broccoli was broccoli.
I thought it would be all right after going through Higgsâ gold hands.
Cassis, who naturally agreed to my words, frowned, perhaps because he came to his senses in a hurry.
âFrom the very beginning, you really have no taste, Billie. No picky eating.â
ââ¦Hmmm.â
Thatâs right.
Now I mustered up the courage to eat it.
âBut Dad. I donât know if this behavior, which is unfortunate for both of us, is really for Mom.â
Unable to complain about Dadâs efforts, I forced the broccoli into my mouth.
Chew, chew.
As I chewed the cold green monster with my molars, the hideous juices ran down my tongue through the crumbled vegetables.
Little by littleã ¡
Somehow, I remembered my memory of eating wheat bread with meditation in mind.
Itâs terribly tasteless.
ââ¦Munch, munch.â
But it was difficult for Cassis as well.
Blue veins were raging on the back of his large hand, which had been slicing broccoli with a knife.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
And then, as if he thought he should set an example as a father, he put broccoli in one bite.
âUugh.â
âCough.â
Ten minutes laterã ¡
Agasa, who was in charge of serving black tea, was taken aback by the overflowing loyalty.
ââ¦I brought you some black tea.â
Butâ¦
Looking at the situation, Agasa murmured in bewilderment.
âAs expected, coffee would be nice.â
After the war with broccoli, the Vallois were collapsing on the table.
***
At that time.
The Tundra zone.
â⦠Maybe the Duke of Vallois didnât come?â
âHe came a week ago, yet he left right away without much activity.â
ââ¦How strange. He should have come to me by now.â
Empress Isilis smiled softly and tilted her head.
âShould I visit?â