Shion, who was as simple as six years old, quickly straightened his shoulders with a blank face.
"Huh? Uh, of course! I'll be nine years old by then, so I'll be doing really well."
Yes yes.
Let's say so.
Dorian, who had been watching us with a happy face, suddenly came to her senses.
"Oh my, your cheeks are red. Window, window! No, I have to go up! See you at dinner, masters!"
Dorian wrapped me tightly in a blanket and hugged me.
'This is what a real nanny looks like...'
Even Bachel, who I thought was kind to me, had never hugged me so tightly like Dorian
Thinking about that, I shook my head.
Just like my mom and dad, who will never see me again, I need to bury the memories of my past life deep in my heart.
You don't have to live a second life full of resentment and regret if you lived an empty past life because of Bachel's oblivion.
"Pravasi protects you."
Garcia was such a great shaman...
I need to trust my ancestors a little more.
After all, there is no greater misfortune than this for me.
***
The dinner room without Alseid and Caliph was a little empty.
After eating the tender pork, a man wearing a large chef's hat appeared with a plate.
"This is the chocolate you asked for, master."
Then Shion pointed at me.
"Thank you, chef. But it's her."
I took the plate in bewilderment and said as if it were my habit.
"Thank you."
The chef put down his plate in front of me and took off his hat to greet me formally.
"It's the first time I've met my new baby. It's called Gunner Burger, the chef of Halias Castle. Do you have a favorite food?"
Favorite food?
Well, I've lost all the memories of being treated like that...
When I hesitated, Shion nudged me in the side.
"Tell him, you're a very good cook!"
Ugh, if you don't say anything after hearing this, you're ignoring the chef.
I couldn't think of a proper dish, so I mumbled.
"Milk pudding..."
The chef smiled.
"You mean milk pudding, Baby?"
I nodded quietly.
In fact, milk pudding was what Bachel brought with her every time she found me in the meditation room.
I always waited for the pudding with the excuse that I was hungry, but maybe it was not because the pudding tasted good, but because I felt lonely.
Just as I was about to fall into a gloomy thought, Shion interrupted.
"Oh, Blancmange? Caliphe likes it too!"
Caliphe likes that soft milk pudding?
He chewed twenty pepper grains at a time...
But Theodore also nodded clearly and agreed.
"Yes, I like it too."
"When Caliphe comes, I'll make a lot of it for you to eat with."
The chef said that and then walked away.
I mumbled to myself as I munched on a piece of chocolate he had brought me.
"...Califanun and I won't stay with Gati."
"Again, again!"
Shion scolded him.
"I can't use it if I call you so much! You are the one who will succeed your father and become the head of the family!"
He pretended not to hear it, and Theodore interrupted with amusement.
"That's right. Liana still lacks practice."
Oh, wait...
I think I got it wrong again.
Theodore's faint smile looked cruel today.
"Let's practice enough until he comes back. Now, follow me, Caliph Brother."
I didn't want to follow suit, so I quickly shoved a large piece of chocolate into my mouth, and Shion shouted.
"Ugh, pig!"
I glared at Shion for a while, but being a pig is much better than practicing "Caliph Brother".
However, the problem is that Theodore's silver eyes shine very brightly, and the sword masters' grace and perseverance are tremendous.
Theodore waited patiently for the large piece of chocolate to melt away from my mouth, and my attempt to swallow the third piece was watered down by Dorian.
"No, baby. If you eat so much at once, your teeth will hurt and your stomach will hurt."
After Dorian took the plate from me, Theodore pulled the chair closer to him.
"Ca. Li, Phe. Bro, ther.'
"Ka..Car... Karl..."
I mumble the initials, and Theodore laughs.
"Haha, Liana. I understand that you're scared. But he's a person with a strong sense of responsibility. Once you get to know him, he'll do anything for you."
...How could he have lost his affection with Caliph?
Theodore frowned.
"Think carefully about Shion's words, Liana. Caliph is the future head of the family, so it's better to look good to him."
Are you laughing and threatening now?
I couldn't help but open my mouth.
"Ca... Caliph"
Theodore quickly added.
"My brother"
"Bro...thor."
"Caliph brother."
"Cali...phe...brotor."
Shion meddled in my slump.
"What is that? Hey, why are you so smart, and your tongue is so short?"
You know?
And even if my tongue is longer than yours, I don't want to practice 'Caliph Brother'.
Theodore did not give up and said again.
"Caliph brother"
"Aaang..."
I was annoyed and pretended to cry for a moment, but Dorian quickly interjected.
"Ugh! If you look at it, Theo doesn't take care of you; he wants to play with you. Don't bother her if she doesn't like it!"
Then she quickly picked me up and ran to my room.
Oh my god, the existence of a nanny was so good.
***
I must have been very tired because I didn't take a nap.
I woke up early in the morning because I fell asleep before I even got to my room.
The sky in Halias was still lingering in summer, and the sunlight was only a hint of light.
I think I dreamed of my mom last night.
I turned my gaze from looking out the window to look at Garcia's worry doll.
"How about Tetti? (How about Mr. Ce?)"
I asked softly, but of course, the doll didn't answer
However, perhaps because Garcia made it, I keep talking to the doll.
"Crying mother, I'm borrowing from you. Crying mom Two of you and Na Dumb eyes are red. (It's borrowed from my wool mom's name, and my wool mom has red eyes and hair just like you and me.)"
Perhaps because of my mood, Mr. Ce's button eyes seemed to sparkle a little more.
Then, the door crept open, and Dorian came in with a basket of yarn.
"Oh, are you awake already? Weren't you scared because you were alone?"
I muttered, ignoring Dorian's absurd question.
"Mister ce."
Dorian came out and looked at the doll alternately, and her eyes widened.
"Have you decided on a name for the doll? Mr. Ce?"
I nodded, and Dorian brushed my hair in compliment.
"It's from your mother's name, right? Well done, baby. I think she will be very happy."
Dorian sat down on the side of the bed and pulled a small, round piece of cloth from the basket.
"Do you want to do just one? Look, baby."
She gently put her hand to it, and Dorian gave me a serious look.
"If it's too big, it's uncomfortable. Even if I make a new one next year, I will make it the right size."
I looked down at the bright yellow bundle of yarn and smiled softly.
"Thank you, Dodian."
"You are welcome!"
Dorian admired it and took out a knitting needle.
"But it's still too early to wake up, right? You lie down longer until I float as many gloves. When you're tired, you get a cold. Did you know?"
I held her and lay down at an angle to watch Dorian knit.
I watched for a long time how a ring formed, and then another and another appeared.
I didn't seem to be sleepy at all, but when I opened my eyes, I found another glove front.
"Ah, this is a piece of cake. You have to have very small hands."
Dorian pressed her palm to the yellow sculpture and was happy again.
If I had known that gloves would be made so quickly. I would have made them once in my previous life.
***
It was when Dorian and I returned to our room after breakfast.
I happened to look out the window and saw Shion running out into the Garden.
"Tion. (Shion)"
I could see Theodore walking slowly behind the small Shion.
Dorian looked at the back of my brother and smiled.
"He said he was cutting a branch for training, so I guess that's why he went out."
I looked out and opened my eyes.
It's been two weeks since I came to Halias, and I haven't even been to the garden except for one visit to the chapel.
I must have adapted quite well to my three-year-old body, and considering my past life where I practiced by running around in the mountains all day, it was natural for my body to itch.
"...I want to go."
I pointed out the window, and Dorian furrowed her brows.
"His Excellency told you not to go outside the castle... The garden is not outside the castle, right?"
I nodded quickly.
I'm sure that even Edipa wouldn't climb over the walls of Halias in broad daylight.
Few people know as well as I know how hard it is to get over that wall.
Dorian dressed me in whatever clothes I had and even put on a cape with a hat.
Then wrapped my scarf around it so that the hat wouldn't come off, and it was just right to hide my red hair.
"Yes, let's go out to the garden."
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