Even today, the saint closed her eyes to pry at her church at the edge of the town outside the castle.
No more apologies. With each passing day, she felt as though the fog that had engulfed her vision was going away, and she no longer felt that her apology was right.
She just spends the day quietly, remembering the illusion of a rope that gradually tightens around her neck. Closing calmly without stopping up to the end.
“… Why did brother-in-law say that now?”
The Saint laughs sadly. She was unable to capture the intricately mixed emotions contained therein. She was happy, sad, painful.
“I am happy today.”
She gave her usual bow and returned with a smile.
However, she seemed to leave straight ahead as usual, but was stopped by bystanders, pastors and nuns.
Their behavior, which she never seemed to see and she did not even glance at, made her stop this time. She saw a panicked and pure, rugged nun. The nun had taken for granted that she was invisible to her eyes.
The lady smiled at the nun, who was nervous because of having been greeted by someone important.
“Would you like to talk a little?”
“What ?! Really? Can I? Am I okay??”
“Yes, do you want to?”
The nun turned red and fluttered like a feather, slowly disturbing the approaching Saint.
“Why… a lowly nun like me is fine?”
“Why? … I feel that in this world where we live, there’s something we can’t help but fate. Sometimes, even if we’re moving, we’re tired of being caught up every day in this trap of thread we knitted, so… maybe we’re really not moving at all … maybe we just want to talk to someone who doesn’t seem relevant… “
After hearing the story of the saint, the nun erased the childish expression of before and frowned. Is it because the story was long or too difficult to understand? or is there another reason? Only the pastor who knows her knows the truth.
“…I’m sorry for having told you this… I don’t know exactly what I’m saying. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry to have told you a weird story. What I mean is that I just want to talk to you and just that. How about chatting with me?”
With a soft and cute smile from the saint, the nun returned to her childish and innocent state, slightly older than her age, and brightened her face.
“I’m glad to…!”
The answer was natural, because the nun was longing to speak with the saint of her admiration.
“We’ve met many times and we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. My name is Liliana Innocy.”
“Wow, I’m Nancy! Nana is fine!”
She is the saint, the next queen, and her name, is Liliana Innocy, she doesn’t even know that the nun she’s talking to, is a friend of her enemy too. She has not made any choices about her future, even though she has been choosing so far. Everything was a plan, a trap, she fell into.
Even at this time, she never thought that she was now been involved again in a mischief of fate. It was not yet clear whether it would bring good fortune or a pitfall to misfortune.
Even today, the saint closed her eyes to pry at her church at the edge of the town outside the castle.
No more apologies. With each passing day, she felt as though the fog that had engulfed her vision was going away, and she no longer felt that her apology was right.
She just spends the day quietly, remembering the illusion of a rope that gradually tightens around her neck. Closing calmly without stopping up to the end.
“… Why did brother-in-law say that now?”
The Saint laughs sadly. She was unable to capture the intricately mixed emotions contained therein. She was happy, sad, painful.
“I am happy today.”
She gave her usual bow and returned with a smile.
However, she seemed to leave straight ahead as usual, but was stopped by bystanders, pastors and nuns.
Their behavior, which she never seemed to see and she did not even glance at, made her stop this time. She saw a panicked and pure, rugged nun. The nun had taken for granted that she was invisible to her eyes.
The lady smiled at the nun, who was nervous because of having been greeted by someone important.
“Would you like to talk a little?”
“What ?! Really? Can I? Am I okay??”
“Yes, do you want to?”
The nun turned red and fluttered like a feather, slowly disturbing the approaching Saint.
“Why… a lowly nun like me is fine?”
“Why? … I feel that in this world where we live, there’s something we can’t help but fate. Sometimes, even if we’re moving, we’re tired of being caught up every day in this trap of thread we knitted, so… maybe we’re really not moving at all … maybe we just want to talk to someone who doesn’t seem relevant… “
After hearing the story of the saint, the nun erased the childish expression of before and frowned. Is it because the story was long or too difficult to understand? or is there another reason? Only the pastor who knows her knows the truth.
“…I’m sorry for having told you this… I don’t know exactly what I’m saying. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry to have told you a weird story. What I mean is that I just want to talk to you and just that. How about chatting with me?”
With a soft and cute smile from the saint, the nun returned to her childish and innocent state, slightly older than her age, and brightened her face.
“I’m glad to…!”
The answer was natural, because the nun was longing to speak with the saint of her admiration.
“We’ve met many times and we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. My name is Liliana Innocy.”
“Wow, I’m Nancy! Nana is fine!”
She is the saint, the next queen, and her name, is Liliana Innocy, she doesn’t even know that the nun she’s talking to, is a friend of her enemy too. She has not made any choices about her future, even though she has been choosing so far. Everything was a plan, a trap, she fell into.
Even at this time, she never thought that she was now been involved again in a mischief of fate. It was not yet clear whether it would bring good fortune or a pitfall to misfortune.
