Chapter 8 (1/2)

My name is Maria Sherista.

Let me speak plainly. It’s an a.s.sumed name.

My real name is Maria Ree Chérie.

Currently it’s developed into a large company, I was born as the youngest daughter of the Ree Chérie company, then upon encountering misfortune I ended up with a lifestyle as the proprietress of a restaurant in the royal capital Laurelia. The destinies of humans can be such marvels.

My father who controls the Ree Chérie company disinherited me when I left, and then lost contact with me.

Since then 32 years have pa.s.sed.

Nowadays I’m a splendid auntie who owns a restaurant.

[It’s been a while huh, brother. It gladdens me that you look well.]

After home lost contact with me, I didn’t try to contact them myself however, a few years earlier my older brother who managed to find me has been periodically visiting me.

Brother carried a big box in his hands, that he put on the top of my desk.

[I’m glad you’re well as well. This is the object I was entrusted with.]

[Brother, thank you as always. How are they doing nowadays?]

[From listening to the one in charge, they seem happy. I wonder who they took after, they’re so softhearted that they make me worry for them.]

[Ufufu, I’m happy to hear that. That’s an awfully big box. I’m looking forward to opening it.]

I open the box as if it was a treasure box, slowly lifting the lid.

In it tools I’ve never seen before are bundled together with paper and a letter.

[Brother, what’s this?]

[It seems to be an large amount of tools. Maria, how about you read the letter?]

That’s true, from the box I take the letter, opening it.

In it were the letters written by the son I had no choice but to leave.

Mother, it’s been a while.

I had the company look after the letter for me.

As always I’m happy that you’re well.

That’s not to say that you should destroy your health by straining yourself.

Recently, my wife has been feeling unwell and has been bedridden.

My worried cute angel decided to help with the housework for the sake of her mother.

In particular, she became amazingly engrossed in cooking.

She told me to make tools I’d never heard of before, and when I did I was told they were cookware.

Immediately, she together with the head chef begun making food with the cookware.

Because it was made by our cute angel we resolved to eat everything even if it was unappetizing.

Then, even though I still consider moms food the best, our angels food tasted so wonderfully delicious, we forgot to praise her and just ate it with full concentration.

It seems she resembles mom in that she is very skilled with food.

Not only my wife and I, our serfs and our servants all became moved by the food, and we declared that this is food worthy of being served at the dining tables of the G.o.ds.

The serfs of our fief are because of this superb cooking striving greater than ever in cultivating the fields, and the end result is that they are greatly enjoying it.

When the servants have free time they go to the kitchen in order to be taught about the cooking.

In order for their families to taste the food worthy of the G.o.ds, they almost become frantic to learn it.

Upon learning of these circ.u.mstances, our angel decided to give the servants recipes and cookware.

As thanks that their faithful work.

A recipe is a written record of how to prepare the food, apparently anyone can create delicious food simply by following the instructions.

Since I wanted mom to also be able to taste the cooking, I put the cookwares and recipes in the box.

My angel also told me she wanted a four toothed fork, so I tried to make it.

Please try it, and tell me of your impressions.

Also, I also told you that my wife’s physical health was bad, right?

On our angels birthday, my wife gave us the greatest present possible.

Apparently she was with child and Liliana is going to get a brother or sister.

Next year we’re going to get another angel, and we’re going to have two angels.

I want for mom to also someday be able to see our two angels.

When I finished reading, brother handed me a handkerchief.

When I read the letters of my son, I always start to cry.

[You’re always such a crybaby.]

[Ah, these are tears of joy so there’s nothing wrong with it. A wonderful thing is happening, apparently next year the number of angels is increasing by one.]

[So someone’s going to be born. That’s a happy event. Maria, isn’t it okay for you to meet them now? The circ.u.mstances right now are different from then.]

While wiping my tears, I shake my head.

[I must not. Because I couldn’t protect them till the end, I don’t deserve to meet them. They can’t be known to share blood with someone with common blood like me. Originally, I wasn’t even supposed to be exchanging letters with him…]

My connection to them can’t be made known.