Editors: sleepchaser, con
I’d done it now.
A sense of guilt filled me when I saw Minoru on the floor of the animal pen with his face buried in his knees.
It was my oversight. I didn’t make sure to confirm his consent when he invited me to drink the wine. He was still a child, and there was no need for him to serve as an attendant
But Minoru, there was a reason for my actions.
Ever since yesterday, when I had caught Minoru staring at the river for a long time, worry festered within me.
His gaze had been eager, looking forward to something.
He was waiting for someone… no, something to appear. But that was impossible. This world was small and completely closed-off. It would be difficult for something new to turn up.
But he didn’t show any sense of yearning when we had been on the hill, gazing at the phantom city beyond. So what was this all about? Back then, I asked Minoru what had been on his mind.
And he had said he was waiting for someone.
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If he prettied-up the miniature garden, a person would come over a bridge.
Qtja vlv tf wfjc? Jbcoerfv, P gfmjiifv Zlcbge’r qgfnlber yftjnlbg.
“Sig, let’s make this place beautiful. Together, with our joint efforts!“
“This is the house where we live together after all.”
“It’s my job to clean the house and manage the field outside, so that we will be prepared when another person arrives.“
Ktja’r gluta. Snfg rlcmf atf yfulcclcu, tf’v rjlv atja rbwfbcf kbeiv mbwf ab atlr kbgiv. Ktja’r kts tf kbgxfv rb tjgv ab mifjc eq atf tberf jcv olfiv. Lf tjv fnfc yffc fcaterljralm…
P ibbxfv ja Zlcbge, ktb kjr kjlalcu alwlvis obg ws gfjmalbc, jcv gfjilhjalbc ragemx wf ja ijra.
He was making a nest.
“Mi” would also make a small nest for me every year. It gathered branches, arranged beautiful stones, and appealed to me with its adorable round eyes the color of the night sky.
It had been its way of telling me it wanted a child.
Children came to the world by crossing a bridge from heaven. This was a metaphor that was often used, especially by wives pestering their husbands for children.
Minoru was still a child himself, so he might believe such a story from his parents. What a pure boy.
Minoru was making a nest for me…
I didn’t know what Father had asked him to do, but he probably had his own reasons for not telling me.
Minoru’s actions were probably his courtship behaviour.
It was then when I instantly made a decision.
Let’s get married.
I would wait for him to grow up before I proposed. When the time came, I would officially entrust my “name” to him.
I wanted to have at least three children. Fortunately, the “God’s Tree” of this world was growing just fine. If our love was sincere, we should be blessed with round and cute children.
Until then, I shouldn’t even touch his fingertips, and take care of him like a treasure.
I was determined to do this.
Until he offered to drink wine with me, that was.
How could a man keep his reasoning when his future wife served him wine? The same future wife who was so enthusiastic about building a nest, and even suggested that they wanted to have a child?
I kept being stubborn, asking Minoru his age.
Twenty five years old… It was a little early to get married, but he was just barely old enough to initiate sex. It would have been better if I hadn’t known his age, though.
“Let’s sleep, Sig.”
I was ecstatic. I hadn’t been able to forget the taste of his lips ever since I had kissed him on the day I had regained consciousness.
Back then, I did not know he had been oblivious to the customs of wine serving.
I didn’t want to force his immature body. I was just going to touch him a little. That’s why I let him lead me to the bed. But his eyes, shining in the darkness, were so beautiful that they took my breath away. What stirred me up even more than that was the way Minoru didn’t seem to dislike it at all.
“I already told you I’m not a child, okay?”
Those lips had told me the same thing many times. I savoured the taste of them once more, delving deep into his mouth. Just as I was chasing after the faint fragrance of wine on his tongue, he bit me.
It seemed like his words had merely been those of a child pretending to be courageous.
I also had such a period. When I was the same age as him, I challenged the “Great King Swamp Crab” so that people would recognize me as an adult. But in the end, I only managed to cut off its arm. It was a bitter memory etched into my heart. My master killed that crab later, and we feasted upon it. It was delicious.
Crab, huh…? I was filled with nostalgia as I recalled those bittersweet memories.