Chapter 38 (1/2)

It was an unknown face.

”An unknown face?”

What nonsense did I just spout out? Speaking as if there was a person besides me, the girl put on a flabbergasted expression.

”If it's an unknown face, then are you saying that I can't speak to you?”

”'Why are you speaking informally' is what I indirectly referred to.”

”Then, aren't you using informal language as well?”

”I was just making it clear to you that people reap what they sow.”

For some reason, it feels like it's been a long time since I spoke in such a manner ever since my mother had pa.s.sed away.

To suddenly appear in front of me (frankly, it hasn't been that long) and make me feel like this, she had no interest in the truth at all as she slightly frowned her eyes somewhat suspiciously.

Those eyebrows, clear and beautifully outlined, as if they were drawn.

”This kind of conversation… it's has been a while.”

Huh, the same thoughts as me?

The girl that suddenly appeared slowly walked towards my side, and without hesitation, sat on top of the box that I was on earlier. Then, she grabbed an apple from the few I had just taken out and bit into it.

I was dumbstruck.

”Delicious. It's been such a long time since I ate an apple.”

”It's only been 10 minutes since I ate one.”

”So what?”

”Well, if you're going to eat, you might as well eat.”

Huh, why am I like this?

”Thanks.”

Turning her head towards me, she smiled upright. The apple's red skin and that white teeth in contrast were surprising distinct.

That smallish face with that beautiful and bright features. And… … evening sunlight as if they were embracing the sparkling silver hair of winter color, and below that were green eyes of summer light as if they were the green stones of the elves engraved delicately.

A day of discovery I could never have guessed.

… … When did I get enthralled and write a poem in broad daylight?

”Can I have another apple?”

”Ah, of course.”

Eh, didn't she just grab and ate one before without asking?

She grabbed a large apple that couldn't fit into her hand and began to take it to her mouth. The sound of that crispy- aromatic apple's skin was coolly ripped off.

Despite being in this vivid reality, what was the reason which made me feel that I was seeing things? Although today is the day where girls are foretold of their future husbands, but there was never any say that boys would meet their future wives.

… … staring dazedly at the apple-eating girl, I couldn't feel any sense of reality.

”Ah, delicious, delicious. Live ones are sure delicious.”

Hearing her murmur such elongated words, I involuntarily asked.

”… a strange taste. Apples are alive?”

”Of course, right now I can hear this apple is pleading to let it live.”

”Haaaaaaa…….”

Well, is she a mentally strange child? Let's ask one more time.

”Alright, what is the apple saying?”

”That she's too young and beautiful to die yet.”

The apple was already halfway into the child's mouth and gone (if that's so, then what's the opinion of the apple's remaining half?).

Truly, she's a very strange child.

I slowly walked backwards. If you think about it, this unfamiliar girl has more than one or two strange aspects.

First, her outfit was unusual.

She was wearing a dress that had a variety of dark colors quite different to the color of her hair, and adjusted from top to front was a hood in replacement of no sleeves, with one side completely open like a cloak. As if to prevent the eyes of men, inside the open side of the dress was light blue pants and on her feet were short, black enamel boots. It was a very clear and impressive contrast.

Inside was a long sleeved black jacket, and an uncommon, strange, peculiar silver ornament item that sealed the waist. On her wrists was a silver ring bracelet, two of each on each one, and likewise, there were silver earrings hanging as well.

To have such an attire, what exactly is this child?

”Thanks for the apple. I ate well. Since the fella was pleading desperately not to die, it was much more delicious than usual.”

I brought forth my index finger by my head and drew a circle.

”You, are you this?”

”Ah how unfas.h.i.+onable. Anyways, whenever I try something like this, a future door of hards.h.i.+ps always opens up.”

”What, what are you saying?”