Vol 2 Prologue (1/2)

One week had passed since the Savage had attacked the Gutenburg Kingdom within the Britannia territory

The children aroundout for their

I was the same

Having lost“Maed my knees in a corner of the institute that all the children, who had become orphans, had been accommodated in

I knew that I’d never see her again

Myrubble

Even though I had still been very young at the time, I had been able to perceive the concept of ‘death’

And yet, to flee fro ‘Mama’ many times over

I recalled her s face, it could make me happy if even for just an instant

But before long loneliness caain…

I called her again

Tears followed and fell down from my face

When this repeated again, I could hear voices telling each other to give their best together from now on

It were sed each other

I gazed at and envied them

I had no one to console ether with them

Not only that, I didn’t even have an acquaintance in this country

It was due to the Savage attack having taken place in theto Gutenburg

But someone raised their voice at the lonesome me

“Can I talk to you about so, if you don’t ot time to spare…”

I raised my face in surprise

The hair and skin color of the boy that was being reflected in my eyes was a little yellow-ish, he seein like my mother, born and raised in the Yamato Empire

And that boy lead a girl, not er than I, by the hand she had the same hair color and looked just like him

When I thought that they were probably siblings, the boy introduced her

“That here’s reet her”

However, the girl who had been introduced as Karen got frightened by the situation and hid herself behind his back – it didn’t seem like she’d come out Even when he told her to, she only shook her head left and right, and didn’t even try to coh he displayed a behavior as if shocked by that outcoaze towards me

“My bad, she’s just really shy If you’re alright with it, would you tell me your name?”

“Sakura”

I replied

“Sakura, huh? Were you born in Yah, you don’t look like that…”

It was only natural for him to think that, as my hair and skin color weren’t at all typically Asian

“My Papa is Russian and my Mama from Yamato, so…”

When I said that,face floated across my mind and before I knew it, I was moved to tears

“Ah, that’s… sorry… It’s no tiuess”

The boy, who displayed so inside his bag, which he had been holding in his hands

“Is there soive you anything, you know?”

“…Mama…”

Even though he had , I had said this I hadn’tIt was just that nothing but that had crossed my mind

As a matter of course, a troubled expression floated on his face

“Eh else?”

“Songs…”

It was the next thing that came to my mind

“…Songs?”

I nodded

“Songs… like, singing? What song?”

“The song my Mama played forto me”