This chapter was painfully long.
After breakfast, when Iâm bathing after finishing my teacherâs quota, some small kids approached.
ãAhhhhh, itâs Zackâã
ãAre you going backâ?ã
ãLetâs playâã
ãItâs just a holiday.ã
Right after the kids find me, I dodge their charge, wipe my upper body with a towel, and put on a top.
Iâm also like that, however why do kids remember bad-sounding expressions first? Because theyâre joyfully saying it, I understand there also isnât any ill-will, but.
ãYouâll get wet, so donât come.ã
ãItâs okayã
ãWeâll avoid iiiiitã
ãReally, we didnât even go out the other day when it was rainingã
Last year, on days there were heavy rain, I pretended it was a waterfall, and I take care, remembering the scolding I received from my mother. I and the other kids, therefore, do our best to remember that.
ãHow did you know!?ã
ãStupid, itâs a sickle!ã:
ãYou allâ¦â¦ã
Bothered by the two, I grabbed both of their cheeks painfully. The kids purposely let out a pained protest. This give and take in itself is like playing around
ãZack, what are you doing?ã
Pulled by the hem of my shirt, another kid could be heard.
ãHm? Strength training.ã
ãEeeeh, youâre slender, arenât youã
ãAfter this, weâll join you!ã
When I was just pinching both their cheeks, given that it was pointed out that they realized, I pulled their cheeks longer than I had earlier. In a memory from the past world, until the second growth period, I understand itâs difficult to increase your muscles, but still I think wanting muscles is male instinct, it seems.
ãWhy?ã
ãWhy?ã
ãWhy are you suddenly training?ã
Itâs suspicious, says one of the kids, looking up with his eyes.
ãIs that strange? Maria.ã
ãHe has the smell of a girl.ã
Maria, youâ¦â¦ that isnât the speech of a four year old girl. At a remark a child canât think of, Iâm lost for words. Girls, no matter how much time passes, are girls, but does that also apply to toddlers, I wonder.
ãBullseye.ã
ãNoâ¦â¦ã
ãBullsssseye!ã
ãZack is diiiirty!ã
With Maria, who considered my loss of words to be a confirmation, the other kids took advantage and started making noise. How should I take control of this?
ãIf thatâs the case, why?ã
I thought that theyâd become more severe with another way of denial, but if I counterattacked, sure enough they fell silent. The kids at a loss for words mutually met each otherâs eyes.
ãAccording to you, you want to protect people like your mother and your older sister, it seems.ã
When I let go of my hands on the boyâs face and ask that, after two of them exchange glances, they nod.
ãIf thatâs the case, getting stronger for the sake of a girl is good, right?ã
ãIâll get stronger for the sake of my mom.ã
ãIâll beat the hell out of my sisterâs boyfriend!ã
Johann is good, but Paulâs sister canât be a lover for some timeâ¦â¦
At the words of the boys who raised their fists over their heads, immediately they said words of perseverance. I feel I said too much.
ãThen, for the sake of getting stronger, today letâs play like weâre knights!ã
ãEhhhh, then, we donât have time to serve a princess?ã
Johann goes to go look for a branch to substitute as a sword for swordplay, and Maria whoâs been left as a loose end, gets angry. Paul, a three year old child, doesnât understand which older person to side with, and teeters between the two.
ãItâs fine, isnât it? Right, Ojou-sama?ã
The lively Maria is showing signs of dissatisfaction at being judged to play the role of a princess, but playing the same as the boys is dangerous. I pat her head and compromise.
ãâ¦â¦Understood. Iâll look out so Johann doesnât get in the way.ã
Mariaâs face sulked and turned a little red, but she reluctantly nodded her head. Paul, who wants to play swordfighting, because his facial expression is bright, I give an excellent smile.
ãIâm saved. You, because there are times you forget your strength.ã
ãThatâs childish, isnât it, are you really older?ã
Thereâs no maturity from five year olds, is there? Like this time, I get the feeling the mental age of girls is higher.
ãAfter,ã
Because Maria looks up at me motionlessly, I tilt my head in confusion.
ãIâm being deceived, but only this time.ã
ãWhat are you saying??ã
Even though I ask, she abruptly turns her head away. Her light brown braids swing around.
Itâs exactly at that moment when Johann comes back with a moderate amount of branches. Paul canât wait and rushes to Johannâs side. Both of them are brimming with excitement. Since it corresponded to playing as superheroes in the past world, being able to become a hero makes me glad, it seems. Itâs a setting where a knight takes the hand of a princess and duels fellow knights, so a villain isnât needed. I donât have to disagree with the villain, I think.
ãBe careful not to get injuredâã
ãWhat, Zach isnât playing?ã
Surely I would play, Johann thought, as he seems dissatisfied.
ãI was asked to run an errand for my mother.ã
Johann, hearing and understanding the reason, decided next time we can play, and reluctantly forgave it. Saying my farewells to the kids, I returned to my house.
With mortar looking like any other house in the neighborhood, it all looks the same. But, a business signboard is hung up, and because garden shrubs are put out, each house has its own individuality come out, so for locals itâs easy to distinguish.
The connected house for tailors has colored curtains that are unexpectedly bright.
Because my house, on both sides of the entryway, has plum blossom potted plant, itâs immediately clear which is mine.
ãIâm home. What should I buy?ã
ãWelcome home. First, you should dry your wet hair.ã
When she opens the doorway in the foyer, mother is holding onto a new towel and starts drying my hair. For me holding it, Iâm already wet, so I canât use it.
ãI think I should go while Iâm wet like this.ã
ãBecause it will clear up, you should get dry, I wonder.ã
When she replies with an exasperated voice, motherâs way of smiling seemed unlikely. Because the rainy season has already ended, today thereâs good weather, therefore I thought Iâm fine.
ãReally, with you, youâre on the verge of becoming sloppy, exactly like your father.ã
ãNatalie.ã
With a feeling of ãspeak of the devilã, father appeared. He only called her name, however, my mother who guessed his intentions, wiped my face, and then only moved her head towards my father.
ãNo good. For holidays, you promised not to work, didnât you? Besides, because thereâs furniture thatâs been fitted badly, I want you to fix it.ã
ãI understandâ¦â¦ã
Sweetly smiling towards my dad, she took out his work prohibition. Diligently making particular preparations, as expected of mother. Nodding, my father, in low spirits, withdrew into the house.
If I think about how much garden work there is, thereâs a lot more, and my father is a person with no interest in anything other than work because I always leave him alone. Though because of that, mother gives the order that every four or five days he needs to take one or two days off. Iâm told that compared to when I was born, before he would continuously work and collapse, it seems.
While I was having my hair wiped dry I listened to what I needed to buy, and then I repeated it to confirm, memorizing it. During the time my hair is lightly brushed, I tried to listen.
ãIs it okay to buy a larger portion of flour and eggs?ã
ãWhy?ã
ãI want to give Ojou a cake I made.ã
ãOjou-sama, you say, from the dukeâs house?ã
I nodded my head, then explained at the meeting over tea I was summoned to, I was treated to sweets. She doesnât understand the reason, but because Ojou gave up her cookies, she did not get to eat much and I wanted to apologize for that, of course.
Itâs the same thing, furthermore as for the drop in quality from the handmade version, it might be a discourtesy, but first of all I want to show an attitude of apology.
ãWhat kind of girl is Ojou-sama?ã
ãHer facial expression is constantly changing, sheâs honest, and cute.ã
ãAs expected, youâre your fatherâs child, arenât you?ã
Mother, who had finished combing, mixed exasperation with laughter, and put her hand on my head. I donât understand the comparison with my father, and I tilt my head in confusion.
ãWhy did mother marry father?ã
Because I donât understand, I honestly shake my head. It was abrupt, wasnât it.
ãThat person, although he doesnât talk much, generally says things like beautiful or cute.ã
I heard about it from the time I bought potted plants, so I nodded my head. Heâs a gardener, therefore my father would naturally say it. So, it became normal for me too.
ãAnd because of that, you hit the mark.ã
ãHmmm, thatâs the way it is.ã
If I notice it, I heard about the start of my parentsâ romance. Listening to my parentsâ love life is a little uncomfortable, so I lightly slip away.
ãThatâs the way it is. Therefore, Zack should also pay attention, you know.ã
ãWhat??ã
Where on earth is this warning coming to me from?
ãItâs unthinkable, although donât say things that will cause a misunderstanding.ã
ãItâs fine. Because, I only say things I thought about.ã
With my reflections of my past life, to me whoâs living honestly, thatâs an unnecessary worry. I know itâs very important to know to say greetings, ãthank youã, ãIâm sorryã, from the drilling of my mother. When I answer full of confidence, mother smiles with a bitter smile I donât understand.
ãYes, with this, itâs done. Take care.ã
ãIâm off!ã
Because the sunlight is strong, I put on a cap as mother sends me off. I go to the market district with an empty bag and a purse.
On the main street which extends to the southern tip of Arventrot, in the vicinity of the royal capital there are many expensive stores that cater to the noble class, and the road is very wide because it is used for triumphant returns. Neighboring it, and tied to the central plaza of the capital, is a street market that caters to commoners. At approximately the main street, at each fixed division on the road are a variety of markets with food and other daily necessities for life, blacksmiths, and jewelers, and itâs interesting how the customer base changes from place to place.
For nobles, some way or another itâs irrelevant, but for ordinary people the sightseeing route that goes from the always lively market to the royal capital center plaza is famous.
Since I was asked to go on a shopping errand, of course I went to the area of the food products to buy what I was asked to. Because there are stores Iâm familiar with, since I often buy things from them, Iâm at ease.
ãBecause eggs are the last oneâ¦â¦ã
While confirming the contents of the bag, I think over the shopping list to see if there was anything I forgot to buy.
ãAh, potatoes.ã
Shopping is mostly ingredients for tonightâs dinner, so if I think about the menu itâs easy to remember. Tonight, maybe, is stew or gratin. For me, gratin is good.
When I lift my head after thinking about any forgotten shopping, there is a strange feeling. In the market streets where there are lots of people, people are avoiding a place. From a distance I saw something shine.
What is it, I wonder, and go to see the place the adults are strangely avoiding. Because there arenât voices being raised, it canât be a fight, because assuming if it was a vagabond, someone would call for the guards. With the exception of that, I donât think of anything that would cause people to avoid it.
What was that light, I wonder?
Passing through the waves of people taller than me, I arrive at the source of my curiosity. It went Buwaa in short intervals, and I confirmed the truth of what was shining.
If you look straight ahead, it was too dazzling that you unconsciously tightly closed your eyes.
There, somehow, was a noble boy.
Something like uselessly white porcelain skin skin, glittering golden eyes were the main cause of the glitter, it seems, but above all else, the smooth and silky creaseless blonde hair was dangerous. What is this, something like an angelâs ring of light is right there.
The feeling you get if you excavate an ancient treasure, itâs that sort of feeling. His blonde hair is more dazzling than the dukeâs house, it seems. ãGoldenã is more suitable than just gold.
First of all, the reason everyone was passing at a distance became clear. If a noble child was conspicuously in the street that catered to commoners, even if you talk kindly to them, you would have to deal with the question of kidnapping.
However, this guy is amazing.
From some time ago, heâs been seen by glancing passerbys, although he doesnât mind at all. Heâs used to receiving looks from people. In the previous world, I havenât had an encounter with this kind of person, but itâs the feeling of a celebrity. Heâs looking around the surroundings, but itâs probably because he doesnât know this place.
ãAre you lost?ã
Because I looked, it canât be helped, and I greeted the golden child. Heâs a guy about the same age as me, and he turns towards me and mumbles curiously.
ãLost⦠child?ã
ãIt seems you lost your way, so I asked.ã
The boy who seemed to understand my words gave a small, embarrassed smile.
ãI wanted to come to this place and came, butâ¦â¦ because I donât know the way back, I became lost.ã
With his blonde hair dazzlingly reflecting the sunlight, I shut my eyes
ãWhatâs wrong?ã
ãYou, because youâre so radiant, I donât want to look.ã
Itâs painful to the eyes. What kind of physical attack power does that blonde hair have? Today, the good weather will be my ruin. Can it get cloudy immediately, I wonder.
ãIâm sorry for that.ã
Towards me who was turning his head away, to my surprise, after a little while he said an apology. Talking like a boy soprano, this guy is like a famous child actor.
ãItâs difficult. I, things like showy blonde hair, Iâm not good with. You donât have to apologize.ã
I prefer silver to a sparkling gold, and a subdued silver to normal silver. Itâs cool. But, thatâs the matter of my preference, and as for this golden child, itâs not bad.
ãWith this, itâs a little preferable. Right, letâs go.ã
I cover it with a hat, take him by the hand, and walk out.
ãEh, where areâ¦â¦ã
ãIf we go to the main street, someone you know might see you. Is there somewhere you were supposed to meet up?ã
ãAhâ¦â¦ if I remember right, there is something around the plaza with the water fountain.ã
ãThen, this way.ã
As I took him by the hand, he seems to understand the situation heâs in. In order to not lose him with the many adults, I have no choice but to join hands. Because I made that blonde hair less noticeable, itâs easier to lose him and the adults who see him decrease.
ãWhy do you think Iâm a noble?ã
ãBecause those clothes youâre wearing are flashy and well-made or something, it was obvious.ã
At the boy who thought it wasnât exposed, Iâm amazed. It seems theyâre very sheltered.
ãIn the first place, you should select plain clothes, butâ¦â¦ã
The golden boy became straightforwardly dejected. The wording wasnât childish, but the contents were age-appropriate. The incognito exploration is a regrettable failure, it seems.
ãIn your situation, you should prepare a wig. Light brown or black.ã
When I point out how uncommon it is for commoners to have blonde hair, the boy seems to understand. For the behaviors and style of talking that is the same as Ojouâs, he canât conceal it, but itâs a little more preferable.
ãIs that so, next time Iâll be careful.ã
Because he nodded extremely seriously, I became worried.
ãSo youâll come againâ¦â¦ the next time you come, call me. Iâll lend you my clothes.ã
ãReally?ã
Even with his elegant childish behavior, if he wears simple clothes, I wonder if he can dodge preconceptions about him. At my proposal the boy is instantly delighted, but immediately his facial expression becomes gloomy.
ãHowever, a method for me to contact a commonerâ¦â¦ã
ãIâm Isaac. My father is Dennis Baumgartner, a famous gardener among nobles, so under the pretense of requesting work, send me a letter.ã
My father always rejects hearing from other noble houses.
ãFrom the Dukeâs houseâ¦â¦ã
The golden boy also knew about it. At the proof of how much my fatherâs work was valued, inside I became prideful.
ãIsaac, you are wise.ã
When I look at the surprised boy, hearing compliments I had never heard, there is a dazzling smile. I reflexively close my eyes.
ãYou, because itâs dazzling, donât look over here.ã
ãâ¦â¦This is the first time for someone like Isaac. Itâs rather refreshing.ã
ãIâm on the verge of getting mad, I think.ã
Again, to the boy whoâs smiling face makes me want to close my eyes when turn towards it, I very rudely quip. Heâs a strange, pretty boy. If it was Ojou, around this time she would excessively scold me.
ãLook at things from various points of view, is what my father taught me. Because if you are open minded, you can grasp the correct image of things for sure. So, today I came because I wanted to see peopleâs living life.ã
ãAround you are only adults, huh?ã
At the boyâs childish words, itâs a similar time to the first time I met Ojou. The direction is different, but itâs like being aware of how to catch up with the adults around you. How are nobles the only childish ones, I wonder.
When I point that out, his honey pupils go round in surprise.
ãHow do you understand?ã
ãItâs too wise to say. Make friends and play more.ã
ãFriendsâ¦â¦ã
He thinks over something, saying the word slowly. Then, he squeezes back on my hand holding his.
ãâ¦â¦will Isaac become my friend?ã
ãEh. Iâm reluctant, you know. You, youâre too dazzling and your behavior gives me a bad feeling.ã
Not only is his appearance more difficult to work with, his head is like an adultâs, and he gives me an uncomfortable feeling. When I honestly reject him, after several seconds he laughs loudly.
ãAhahaha, I wouldnât be rejected so hard for a personal reasonâ¦â¦ã
ãYou, youâre a strange personâã
ãI donât want to be told that by youâ¦â¦ã
I was responded to with a smile that didnât change. Ojou, the other day, was also strange. Normally I can understand it, but only then I couldnât.
ãâ¦â¦Ah, I didnât give my name. I am Leo.ã
ãOh, right. Leo, weâre almost at the fountainâ¦â¦ã
ãIsaac?ã
At how I suddenly stopped walking, Leo tilted his head in confusion. One of the entrances to the area of the commonersâ housing district lines up with the side road. For the purpose of checking if I made a mistake, go in front of the front door. Leo, who is holding hands as not to go astray, follows without understanding the situation.
ãAs expectedâ¦â¦ã
ãA hydrangea?ã
Staying at my side as he looked at the potted plant, Leo tilted his head.
ãWhat about this flower?ã
ãItâs unusual.ã
I replied frankly. Now, in front of my eyes, is a big white-leaf hydrangea. Itâs the first one Iâve seen a white one.
The hydrangeas of this country, with the nature of the soil, does not change colors, but changes colors due to the many magical attributes at that place.
However, for the earth element itâs orange, and for the water element itâs light blue, generally. But, with a noble house with many magical elements, it can be dyed with the colors of the inhabitants. Because they like purposely like a color, there are nobles who habitually plant expensive ones as a hobby, it seems.
Certainly, the gardener was asked by the Sorcery Ministry or the Medicinal Ministry to selectively breed this plant. It may be possible to do a simple identification of oneâs magical element, or to use it to examine the distribution of spirits in the area. In order to make it easy to carry, it should be improved to be something like a primrose. The clients of that gardener, because the selective breeding is skilled, they may possibly implement it.
First of all, I explained to Leo who was accompanying me how it was rare.
ãI understand itâs a rare thing, but in the case of a white one, what element is it?ã
ãMaybeâ¦â¦ã
ãUm, what is your business at my houseâ¦â¦?ã
The gate of the house with the white hydrangea opened, and a princess-like girl timidly appeared. Her eyes are perfect circles, and her hair that is like the golden sun that went to her shoulders is coiled at the ends.
Next to her, I had a feeling of my breath being taken away. Certainly itâs a cute girl who has a lovely spirea-like impression, however I wonder how Iâm also surprised at how beautiful she is. Does it feel different than other people?
ãAhh, sorry. Iâm a gardenerâs apprentice, so this hydrangea is rare.ã
She was looking at the two of us, and I explained our circumstances and apologized.
ãRareâ¦â¦?ã
The girl who doesnât understand the reason I thought it curious asked back.
ãMaybe it blooms white every year?ã
The girl nods her head. For her, because it blooms the same color every year, itâs not a rare color for her, is it?
ãWho looks after this hydrangea?ã
When I asked, meeting her gaze so as not to scare her, the girl answered while identifying it as if it were a bad thing.
ãâ¦â¦M, me.ã
At my pressing question, it seems there was a misunderstanding. It seems she thought she did something bad, when I looked at her scared eyes. Itâs dreadful, the feeling of bullying something like a small animal such as a rabbit.
ãI see. Because itâs the first time Iâve seen a white hydrangea, I only wanted to hear the method it was raised with. Itâs blooming very beautifully.ã
With peace of mind, when I patted her on the head, for a moment when she understood she was being praised, she happily blushed.
ãOnly, I only gave it waterâ¦â¦ã
She was being modest and shy, although when I look, it was taken care of very seriously, it seems.
ãThatâs it? Then, really, itâs amazing.ã
For unusually not doing things such as pruning, the way and size the flower was blooming isnât unbalanced. Certainly, in order to receive an equal amount of sunlight, she diligently searched for a location to place them, it seems.
ãThatâ¦â¦ã
The girl who seems to not be not as dissatisfied acts shy while seemingly happily smiling.
Which reminds me, until recently Leo wasnât saying anything, although when I notice and look next to me, he has a blank facial expression while looking at the girl.
ãLeo, what is it?ã
ãWh!? What!?ã
When I lightly hit Leo on the back of the head, Leo is surprised and doesnât understand the circumstances, protesting against me. For the girl, since I suddenly hit Leo, her round eyes went wide with surprise.
ãWere you listening?ã
ãNo, not particularlyâ¦â¦ã
Not at all, said Leo as he looked at the girl, and when the girl tilted her head in confusion, his eyes were concealed. I donât understand the meaning.
ãMaah, never mind. Then, for showing us the beautiful hydrangea, thank you.ã
ãY, youâre welcome.ã
When I thank her, she bows.
ãLetâs go, Leo.ã
ãAh, ahhh.ã
The girl who saw us arrive abruptly waved us goodbye until we disappeared.
Leo, who follows as if the hair on the back of his head is being pulled back curiously asks.
ãWas it okay to not talk to her about her magical element?ã
As for not teaching her about how with elements the color changes, thereâs suspicion.
ãThereâs no conclusive evidence. Besidesâ¦â¦ã
ãBesides?ã
ãThat girl, maybe her magic power is strong.ã
If there isnât a person with a large amount of magical power nearby, hydrangeas will turn blue or orange. At the time of a reaction with a person who is like a litmus paper test, itâs only the case thereâs a person above a certain level of magical power.
Leo understands sheâs an irregular among the common people.
ãWhat was her magical element?ã
ãBecause I didnât see it, it might be Light elementâ¦â¦ã
ãI found you!ã
At the sudden voice, my words are drowned out. Surprised, when we turned towards the direction of the voice, a young man running from the water fountain was there. It seems we arrived at the water fountain while talking.
ãMattheus!ã
Leo calls out the name of the young man running over.
ãWhere in the world did youâ¦â¦ who is this?ã
The young man with blue hair tried to ask, but looked at me and stopped.
ãAhh, he guided me here. Isaac, this isâ¦â¦ my older brother.ã
ãThanks to you. I could see my younger brother. Thank you. Is there something I can do to thankâ¦â¦ã
ãNo, thatâs not needed.ã
Although it may be formal, with these circumstances, if I receive anything as thanks, compared to me, Leo will be more troubled. For this certain unreasonable brother scenario, is he his brother or his butler?
ãExcuse me, as I have shopping to do. Then, see you, Leo.ã
ãUntil next time, Isaac.ã
Leo, waving a hand to see me off, was the same age as the girl we parted from a little bit ago. Weâll really meet again, huh, I thought with a bitter smile.
Saying farewell to me, who said we canât become friends, with a smiling face, really heâs a strange guy.
I pull myself together and resume my errand. The next day, Ojou, who ate the handmade cookies I made as an apology, for some reason got mad and repeatedly hit me.
As expected, it didnât suit her tastes, it seems.
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