Idea

One day, daylight of the spring was ever-present at the scene of crowd. Everything was moving including people, vehicles and even animals. The sound of footsteps were overwhelmed by the loud ones which were presented by diesel powered transportation, whether it was privately own or a public-design facility. The natural sounds of the environment hardly reverberated, because of the movement of numbers. Big buildings, many miscellaneous appliances was less working especially those which design was to generate lights, any moving instrument wasn't resting in any kind of mean.

People was either walking, running, or sitting on each of the landmark in sight. The weather was friendly to people as they set their foot on and tried to reach each of their own destination. Traffic was working fine, each of the three lights was flickering in every turn they caught the attention of the eyes. Directional junction box, with its white background and black characters could be found almost everywhere. The place was visibly a crossroad of any means. People were stopping and walking going according the sign which was directed by the traffic lights, didn't seem that anyone thought or even try to disobey the common sense in the area. The plants also apparent in the location but they seemed to be well preserved as there were barely a herb was painted other than green, there were few flowers but not more colorful of them actually there to decorate the bland tone of panorama of the stage.

Among those people who were keeping their body advancing, there was one man who did the same as the rest of the people around him. Standing slightly taller, but not particularly unique as there were people who were close enough in the height measurement. He seemed to be strolling through the crowd with the natural flow of mass capacity, didn't seem to touch any one close enough to reach by stretch his hands in any direction possible. His face was barely changing, that expressionless countenacce was his trademark, so to say for some who actually knew him. His sharp pair of eyes, but still reflecting a clear sight of where he was going, his right-parted slightly less neat hair was hardly moving, which was the same as his left bangs which almost covering the half of his forehead, the length was medium, keeping him from taking care of them too much. He seemed to be having a clear idea where to go, he didn't pause very often, he did them minding people who are either too slow or too fast for their own actions.

The young man was wearing a casual clothes clear black long sleeve t-shirt with a few less darker design on each of the end of cuffs and collar, city buildings picture design on it was distinguished enough to see in a range. The rest of him was matching jeans and shoes, in a way he was a different sight to had. He had his digital camera with it's strap hanging around his neck, even though he brought it with him, he didn't seem about to operated it any time soon. He was steady in his movement, rarely moving his head to get a clear look his surrounding, but his eyes were barely keeping a straight line, like he was trying to keep himself a look out for something. But no body knew about it at all, as he along with everyone else were minding their own business.

Towards a slightly less crowded, but still a number which was beyond the fingers that human had, place direction, he could see a tall building from the outside commercial activities were simply ongoing through the glass which constructing the most outer part of the building. Keep on walking he went through the average entrance with steel frame on each side of it. Walking straight passing a few stores which in most cases could attract men of any age to check the interior of the shop. Getting close to a facilities of the shopping complex, the escalator was ever moving. Putting his two feet on the tread, then let himself getting carried by the engine-powered stairs. It didn't take him full minute to reach the next floor. Looking around the place as he tried to find something. Then not long after, walking not too much in a rush, he stopped in front of a restaurant. The entrance was machine-powered sliding door, the see through glass was clean, but not so much for the rest of frontal design other than the door wasn't the same design, even though visibly glass it wasn't see-through.

The young man was walking inside the shop and seemingly going further inside than the most of people there, even though there weren't many of them in the first place. The restaurant ambiance was welcoming, quiet, less restraining, by modern design it was a bit fallen behind the time. Passing a few people and sets of sofa and table he finally see something.

"Mitsuyoshi." Or someone on that matter, he was calling out to him like he was a long separated family who's been dying to see him.

The young man looked at the man who waving his hand to him, while having an open menu in front of him. The page wasn't creased, and wasn't tainted at all, even though the color was blanching it wasn't dirty in any case. The picture which was printed on the slide was a few variants of coffee and tea beverages.

The man himself was dressing in a similar way to the young man but it was plain white on the top and blue sea shade on the the bottom half. He had loafer on his two feet. He looked a serious on his face, he didn't have much wrinkles but there were still few showing his advancing age. His iris was visible entirely, shade of dark grey. His hair was neat, shorter than medium but a bit longer than short style in general the color was pitch black.

"......" The young man, Tada Mitsuyoshi, didn't say anything to the man, but still took his place across the table where the man was, taking off the strap off his neck he put his digital camera to the side.

"Hmmm. You want to order something? My treat." The man wasn't very formal, but he wasn't nonchalant either, offering some hospitality, he didn't seem to put what the person across him doing.

"Hot coffee." Direct response by the youth, he didn't even read the menu.

"You had your breakfast? You can have some." Another suggestion came.

"No, I had one." Didn't seem to be hungry, as his words were out he looked straight.

"All right." The man didn't ask more and called the waitress and recite order to her. After the customer done, the waitress herself repeated the order and asked them to wait, then she retreated without much pause.

"This restaurant is older than the most of store you can find in this infrastructure. And there are only a few people who didn't got carried away by time and keep on coming in the place... Sounds familiar, right?" Talking about the place they're waiting, the man seemed to be having some preference of the same kind of restaurant or even more than that of a dining venue.

"Just like Tada Cafe..." The familiarity was sensible to that of the young man's own place.

"The difference is the capacity, there are a lot more people could dine at the same time in this store. Sometimes I can only imagine how Tada Shouzo keep the store running without much customers visiting the place." Starting with a common topic he mentioned another person familiar to the young man.

"Certainly they're not uncountable, but enough to keep the place in business." He wasn't close-minded, he admit that not everything was perfect.

"How about the future? Will you three able to keep it up?" Probing more of the situation, he kept his questions flowing.

"Who knows, I can get free time for study and school." The young man remarked so, like it was an obvious knowledge.

"I heard that you get some invitations, will that not push the endurance of a young waitress and an old coffee brewer?" Rather informed of the young man's conditions, he kept talking.

"We'll cross the bridge when we come to it." While it wasn't the most reassuring words, the young man wasn't wavering.

"That pressure will keep on piling especially when you get a partner." Another extend of discussion was expanding.

"......"

"Teresa Wagner...no, Teresa du Laursernbourg. She's a kind girl."

"......"

"The type who would endure for the sake of anyone dear to her..."

"......"

"But will you be able to endure watching her daily difficulties?"

"......" There was only one person talking, and the time was going along with his voice, sounding more of a lecture rather than discussion. The young man didn't really want to mind about his words, but there were still truth in his words. So bit of words still reached his being.

"You're in the final year of your academical period. There will be more obligations and demands the time you're graduated. University might be possible, because your time will get flexible, and you can spend the time in the shop and especially her. But she won't stay the same forever...you will not either."

"......"

"Especially when the blue bloods will try to control something beyond their own reach."

"She won't be a noble for much longer."

"She will be always be a noble unless the two of you register your marriage paper."

"......"

"She's the only child of Thomas and Edna, monarch of the country. And her life will constantly be on edge. We both know that young Alexandra isn't the only shield she has now. As outstanding as she is there's no way that she is impenetrable."

"Alec knows what she's doing."

"That ever reliable Alexandra isn't going to stay forever either..."

"......"

"She's getting along better with the former fiance of the young princess. Only a matter of time that she will make a choice. And we don't know what she will pick at the time." They were taking the discussion to another topic of a young girl who still stand with him and his family even after a few problem on her own side.

"...What do you want?" He asked the heart of the matter.

"Come with me..." The man didn't mince his words either.

"......" Seemed to be expecting something or the kind, his face didn't alter in any visible ways.

"I don't mind if you take her and your sister along, but you're the one that I want." The man seemed to be making a few changes in his words but his main concern didn't change much.

"There's no way I'm leaving my grandpa behind." The young man wasn't going to ignore the old man who had guided and supported him all this time.

"He will not suffer physical ordeal. And a big chance of letting him relief of his present role." The man insinuating something that could change the old man for the better in some sense.

"I'm not letting the cafe shut." Attachment was there, and the young man didn't intend to force something that he didn't want to let go.

"You can arrange the opening schedule and perhaps it's still possible. Opening four, no three days a week won't be too little." Less dramatic suggestion into the operation of a small cafe which was still running in present time.

"How can I do that?!" Almost losing control of himself, the young man's tone was fluctuating.

"You can't let people dictate what you're doing..." The man was sighing with a few additional words.

"Like you do now?" Striking back, the young man looking hard at him.

"I'm not dictating you, I'm guiding you." Smooth rephrasing could be some help, at least that's the man thought.

"My parents..." He had a complicated feeling as he mention people that had been long gone.

"Yes, it's all about things you'd like to know about them." They had a momentary break, the waitress came to their table with a tray, on it was two cups of coffee, along with it was a simple omelette rice. Exchanging pleasantries with the waitress, he started to had his meal, and let the staff went back to attend another duty.

"It's been ten years, why..." Another question came up.

"More than ten, well mainly because you'll graduate soon enough..." The man was so frank.

"I still have two terms..." School had their own timing and a few things could still wait.

"Two terms will be over before you realize it."

"......"

"I'll say this once more, you can decline..."

"......"

The last few statement seemed to be alleviate the inner mind.

"But someone else would be an interesting choice." But the man didn't hold back to put something else for compensation.

"Yui..."

"A girl might be less preferable but, she still connected to me, and the rest of us." Even the little girl didn't escape the eyes of the adult man.

"Why us...?"

"Kuryuu Tomoko...no, now it's Tada Tomoko, is it? She was a productive kin of ours, operating a camera, computer and printer isn't the only thing she did." A few more mention of his late mother, the man was indicating something else but didn't reveal more.

"......"

"When she quit her role, we didn't think too much as she would became another common housewife, she did turn into that. And we had our eyes on the five of you."

"......"

"We could see that the family wasn't going anywhere beyond the limit of common lifestyle, except for a renown photographer in his final moments." He was lamenting the last few interpretation of the mother and not to forget the father as well.

"......"

"But that was the greatest moment..." Suddenly his eyes were lighting up, and looking straight at the young man on the other seat.

"!!" Young man's face was depreciating, as he was frowning, something good out of a tragedy, he couldn't imagine.

"The greatest gift was left behind by the unfortunate pair."

"......"

"In the early time two children was the proactive minor, but the death of their parents changed the boy to someone who hold our ideals."

"You came here only for that reason?"

"No, you misunderstand, the core idea was you, but there were things developing to an uncertain track."

"What?"

"A young lady fell for you."

"You...!" The pair of eyes were wide open.

"And even worse, you reciprocate her sentiment. Those moments wasn't exactly out of scenario but what troublesome is that the lady is a noble..."

"...So, what?" The tone wasn't any less strong.

"Just to tell you this, it would be fine if she's married to you and had a contact with the homeland or letting her in the business of two sides."

"Then?"

"But you-"

The man then imparted a few serious things which was only the ears of the young man who sat at the same table could hear. They spent their time for a very long time, possibly because nobody accessed a digital device which could show the time all the way the had a long exchange, while that was true to the young man, the elder man had a watch on his left wrist but barely put a glance on it. There were a few moments that the young man couldn't keep a straight face or nearly losing his self-control, but in the end the man kept his countenance barely varied and his tone was the same. Everyone who were had a sight of the two could only see that a child was arguing about something with his older relative and nothing more. In a sense they were right.

Then the young man went out of the restaurant by himself, along with his gadget, leaving the older man in have the entire table for himself. He finished his meal but didn't rush to empty his cup of coffee, he did put them on his mouth time to time, but in a very calm pace. He also looking at the cup in front of him, remembering a few things when he had a deep discussion with his faraway relative.

"Just a little bit more. Home is always open, Mitsuyoshi." Then closed his eyes and finally had his final sip of the coffee and left the table, calling a waitress to take care of the bills, then he lift his body off the seat and walked straight towards gate then took a turn and silently stepped off the location, then not long after he's gone without a trace of his footsteps.

In a faraway land, across the country with no direct link to the sea but still blessed with a good waterway, pushing the development of natural resources to next level thorough their history. The country didn't only prosper in its floral but also the iron and steel industries. There were countless of wooded hills and fertile valleys to be seen in the south part of the country. The area was interconnected with the roads, allowing people inside and outside the country making a ease of access to travel around the terrain. There were a lot more positive things could be mentioned in the same sentence with Laursernbourg including their natural self defence in crisis. But rather than those natural sight, the city was hardly changed over the years, its design of buildings were hardly advanced in the realm of infrastructure but they were useful and hardly anyone would put a bad word about them.

The rivers were maintained very well, at some point it became a public concern of local beauty. The buildings hardly beyond five floors making the sky visible and natural light was covering more area in the daylight time. Not far from those rivers there were a few buildings, which were in general information accessible but there were reservation in recent time. As a few changes were kept on implemented into the advantage of national interest.

In the inconspicuous space of limited area, there were a few people was sitting in a single long square table. The very end of the table was a man in between his thirties and fourties, listening to the people who were talking about bits of information concerning internal and external occasion, most of them weren't alarming. A few arguments did happened but the man before didn't see such thing as something out of ordinary daily routine of politicians.

Then by the time was keep on moving on, fewer and fewer concerns had no resolve and the meeting had basically reach the end. But there could be a few things still of importance, so the man wasn't letting his eyes and ears shut.

"The French had communicate how unfortunate it was to see Sir Charles cancelling the engagement to Lady Teresa, they had sent additional representatives to show their condolences but in exchange for that they mentioned to keep and even improving the bilateral connection between us to the next level."

"French might be open and straightforward when talking about serious events, but they did know how to make up their shortcomings, they had put forward their request to have an audience with His Highness. And if possible Lady Edna and Lady Teresa as well."

"We're not really one to refuse their good will, however Teresa herself is absent and away at the moment. If they don't mind we can arrange such gathering."

"We'll try to have another discussion of the matter." The subordinate was made a note to contact the necessary people.

"Of course. By the way is there any news about Teresa?" The king raised the concern of his daughter.

"There's a security update of Her Highness, Sir." Another person was responding to his query.

"Oh, who's it from? Alec?" He asked about the obvious person who was mainly taking her position the closest to his daughter.

"...No. It was from Mr. Warren." An unusual answer was given to him.

"Hmm? Warren? He could have told me directly so, why didn't he?" The monarch definitely wasn't imagining that instead of dear friend of his daughter, it was his own trusted associate.

"Well, Mr. Warren is handling something in your stead about this update of security." Now the matter seemed to be serious to be handled by a young girl, being in contact with the experienced colleague of the king, there could only a matter of high priority.

"For him to do it himself...was there some mishap with Teresa?" He was getting worried even if his friend was dealing with the complication that could even escalate.

"Not exactly, Your Highness..."

"Then...?"

"There's no further details about what he's about to do, Sir. But he seemed to be having an appointment with Mitsuyoshi Tada's relatives."

"......"

"...Sir?"

"Was this about what Warren said as irregularity?"

"Yes, Your Highness. It seemed that Mitsuyoshi Tada's relatives of his mother's side was hardly a common descent."

"...Is it dangerous?"

"From some aspect, Mr. Warren judged there was a possibility that things could get awry."

"That's quite vague, but there's a risk..."

"It is a you said, Sir."

"...Was this contact come to our way rather than Teresa's unit?"

"Yes, sir. They didn't seem trying to make a false impression, so they kept their distance from Lady Teresa. There seemed to be a contact but not to the point of hostile manner, but since then they didn't even show their shadow."

"Only the first one?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Were there no further details?"

"No, Sir. The second time they contacted us was right to Mr. Warren."

"I'll have to hear it from him, then..."

"Our Department of Defence would like to know as well, but Mr. Warren didn't even try compromise. At some point this could be crucial, Your Highness."

"......"

"Your Highness?"

"Tell me about Teresa." He asked specifically about her this time. He was a parent, she was still a priority.

"Her Highness had a normal and undisturbed daily activities and didn't seem to have a drastic changes since her departure. There's no change in health and mental condition either, her well being is assured." The subordinate was calm as the matter of the princess as always on His Highness' mind, a good news was appreciated.

"...I see. Glad to know that..." The father released a relieved air out in the open.

"But I'm not sure that I should share this, Your Highness..." While the matter was a positive in result, there was still a few things to report.

"Hm, what's wrong?" The parent put his alert face once more, half of it was bewilderment.

"Rather than Her Lady, another person was making an unusual movement." As someone who need to be aware of surrounding of the precious descendant of the monarch, that included a few people without exception.

"Who...?" The king wanted to know.

"The person who is associating with Her Lady, Mitsuyoshi Tada..." In certain level, this matter was sensitive, especially to the parents and their close colleague, those who frequently in contact with them found out sooner or later about the young lady's state of affair.

"What happened to him?" Surely enough the monarch was interested.

"He's in touch with an unfamiliar person in the latest record." Seemed to be a new data was being confirmed as the deputy was looking at the paper in his hands with a frown.

"Unfamiliar, how?" This time the chief was probing more.

"He never in having a role in the history of Mitsuyoshi Tada and his relatives. It was like he was a ghost, came for a minute into the site and went away after finishing his business with the young man." The information was totally suspicious, as someone in a sensitive position according to some people with a unique stance, sudden movement without cause was concerning, to say the least.

"Is there any information on how they acted together?" The father wasn't going to stop asking anytime soon.

"They seemed to be having a long discussion at one point but no more than that." It seemed to be the end of track for that fellow who appeared out of nowhere.

"No record was taken?" The words were unreserved.

"They went to an old restaurant where we had no connection at all, the restaurant wasn't one Mitsuyoshi Tada and any of his acquaintances been to, and also there was no monitoring device in the place so, we can never knew what was it all about." Most of modern built store had some kind of surveillance device installed, but clearly the restaurant in question wasn't one of them.

"For the first time I'm concerned about this child..." Having his mind bothered by the young man's movement, he couldn't help but to think how his daughter would take this information, if he ever shared it with her.

"Your Highness..." Worried was the deputy, he tried to keep him in the reality.

"Was there any news about Teresa being in association with him?" At this time he wasn't sure what to say, and instead trying to asked about the detail's scope.

"Outside the palace, there was no hush of it, Sir..." There were a few opinion of the young princess planning to make a commoner as a consort, there were various of them, but mainly were objections and approvals. There were many reasons, but the most expressed was about the security of her well being in many aspects. Many also didn't really understand of someone could throw her own privilege, those were people who were looking a bit more to the time forward, but at some point it was understandable that the young noble was still in her early age, so some thought that she needed to go through the period like she should be.

"Will this child actually bring harm to my daughter in any way possible?"

"Based on any information we gained, he had no intention to do so, but we need to count an unanticipated element. There's nothing impossible at this point." The leap was a bit too much but too much worry was still better than carelessness, it would be too late when the time was come for immediate countermeasure.

"I just hope that his promise to my daughter still stands, now." He had no way to reach either of them so he need to do something else.

"How long Warren has been gone?" Timing was the next inquiry about. He tried to find something with every data they had collected.

"It's only few hours passed." The deputy had a short and simple answer to that.

"So, meaning that the time he came back, there would be some interval of few possibility..." At some point he had making a few theories in his head.

"With what we have here, that was pretty much how it could be..." As much as the subordinate hated to admit it he couldn't always found out what his superior was implying and could only be agreeing.

"Oh right, That man meeting the young man and Warren receiving the contact, how much time was the period between them?" Another mention of time.

"The contact was much earlier before the latest information about the young man's movement."

"This is their own way that they have no intention of ill-treating my daughter." A few assumption on such input.

"......" Silence reigned the room as the face of the king went less intense.

"If it really is their intention then there's one method to keep it wrapped, and reassured me of her safety."

He then stopped talking as he quietly had a few things in mind without the intention of telling people about it. He got off his seat and went out of the room. Going through a few well lit corridors and hall, there were voices and foot steps, but they were getting softer, as if leaving him in his own road and mind. Soon enough he arrived at his destination.

It was a door, somehow he had a key in his hands, nobody knew which lock it was for but the present showed something unexpected of a father of a daughter. He entered it after unlocking the door. Inside the room was a wide space of bedroom, a few furniture like double size bed with the roof and its drapery around it and most expected cushions, other than that they were bedside table, a wide desk and chair not too far away from it was wardrobe, a bookshelf which was as tall as he was, then a table with two arm chairs facing each other. It was a simple space, with a good lighting design, including the hanging lamps, and the wide windows with the natural-powered light. There were supposed to be at least a few merchandise of her favorite heroes but it wasn't there, at least as far as he could spread his vision.

Teresa was a simple girl in her design of private room, if she had continued to pursue her dream of being ballerina, the room might had more commodity than it was now. Looking at the place a bit longer the monarch didn't try to say anything in particular but realized after, that her daughter had lived in the room for short time since her first departure. He was felt a bit complex as the second departure was to chase after a young man...And the same young man was possibly guiding her to some misfortune. Even if he had heard about him a little bit from Teresa herself, it was mostly the positive things about him, probably she hadn't seen any down side of his life yet. Will she be there to witness a consequences of his unknown nature? If she really intend to do so, then she would probably cry even more than she did before.

"I wonder if I should do this or not..." He was thinking his next course of action.

"Hmmm...dear?" Suddenly a voice was echoing, coming from behind him, it was the voice that he had been familiar with.

"Edna..." Her name was verbalized with his own mouth.

"It's rare for you to have a look at this place..." She was smiling as she found him standing alone in the place.

"......" His mind was still turning all over.

"Something bothering your mind...?" Seeing his expression which wasn't that of doubtless.

"...Yes, a bit." He didn't say much but it was precise.

"Fufufu, I wonder if our absent daughter set some light in your deep mind..." She tried to lift his spirit as she looked around.

"...I wonder..." Still had a few uncertain gesture he followed her with his eyes.

"Oh, how nostalgic..." She was checking a few things in the bookshelf and found a picture book which was in the possession of the child in her early time.

"'Rainbow Shogun'...was it?"

"Hmm? You know about it?" A bit unexpected of her, his eyes was slightly enlarged.

"You don't?"

"I know the name but not so much more..." As the child was mostly under the supervision of Mrs. Dekwicz, he heard their interactions through her, it wasn't that he didn't talk to them at all, the opportunity was limited.

"...This might be her most treasured possession we have in this room..." Evidently his wife was more knowledgeable than himself.

"Hmmm?" He was interested of what she had in mind.

"She said that justice will win and those who were keeping it are also kind..." The words of a child was so easy to understand.

"......"

"She wanted to be the strong and kind queen." The queen wasn't there when her daughter said so, but she believed in the words of the closest adult to them.

"...As much as she loved to be such queen..." He remembered a few things of while back.

"Yes, unexpectedly she made a completely different choice when the opportunity arrived." She smiled as that child chose something a general noble wouldn't do.

"......" He was speechless looking at her, but then again he allowed it to happened. And his mind was floating back to present time.

"...What's wrong...? A bit worry?" She finally try to ask him.

"...Perhaps..."

"Is it about Teresa?"

"...That possibility is keep on growing..."

"Tell me."

The exchange approaching the inner struggle of the monarch. He did share what he had known, what he thought about the situation.

"That child, from the words of that day, knew something which was outstanding for her, and she didn't say much about the negatives." He tried to know about the image of a strong and kind young man.

"Maybe because the two was so identical...The two will prioritize someone else rather than themselves." She let out what she knew the most.

"......" He didn't deny what she said.

"What do you think?"

"I'm not sure if I need to trust my daughter or my own judgement..." He was frank, and didn't hold back.

"Honestly speaking, me neither...she's going out of her comfort zone that was certain."

"But if we think that Teresa and him are similar then there should be a few things that isn't coming through our ears...The two of them didn't want to separated from each other...There would be a few choices out of that came into mind..."

"......" She silently let him continue.

"One is he keeps his promise to be by her side at all times and the second one was the exact opposite of that." He's frowning as he went on.

"What would be happened if either really did..." The queen also tried to keep her calm.

"One would be a reality come crushing if not only Teresa, it would including Tada as well. And the latter was himself making her cry..."

"...Can he bear to make her shed tears all by himself...?"

"If we want to believe in her he won't..." Either choice was less than ideal.

"I don't think we can decide which path they need to take..."

"But I can't just wait...Even if she gave up being a queen, does she still intend to be a strong and a kind person?" That kind of person was countable and probably wasn't someone that the couple knew.

"We don't know that...maybe because she is getting stronger and kinder than she was before."

"...Then we just need to do what we need to do." Unexpectedly the two believed that the daughter of theirs was capable of something she had dreamed of.

Japan. Tokyo. Grand Palace Ginza.

The scene was familiar, two people, a blond and a red haired young woman were standing, in the kitchen. The two was wearing bright colored outfit, with apron on each of them, the former was having her skirt on and the latter was having a pair of jeans. A bit of bickering was on between the two seeming to be discussing something important which was laying down inside the cooking utensils on the burning stove.

Suddenly there was a loud ring echoing the room, and the sound was repeating itself.

"Oh, phone call?"

"I'll go take it."

"Oh don't worry about it I'll do it, if I don't stop this...things would be irreversible."

"...Please, do so..." The aide could only face the salvageable dish which was in the pot at the moment, and tried to think about a few adjustment to make it suitable for the stomach well.

On the other hand the young noble without taking off her apron was walking towards the cabinet where they put the telephone on. The ring wasn't stopping anytime soon, which meant that the caller was still on, waiting for her to pick it up. There were a few people which had the number of their phone so, it was a bit predictable.

"Hello...?" She had her wide smile as she put the handset to her ears and held it there.

"Oh, Father, good evening. Oh, it's still bright there? Of course." The she started with greetings and casual talk.

"Then is there anything?"

"...Eh?"

That phone call was probably one of a triggers in her brief life.