52 – Dark History (2)

The reason was very minor.

Once a month, a letter to report the current situation that was forced to write in order to receive donations.

Since he had no knowledge of how to read and write, he was getting tired of the boring work that the orphanage director had written in advance.

I must have been quite amused as I was frowning on my arrogance while holding a pencil on a desk bridge.

Normally, the director of the orphanage, who would have been watching me from afar, said this to me.

Don’t you want to play a trick on your sponsor?

I didn’t even have time to express my doubts about the director’s absurd proposal, whose intentions were hard to guess, and he continued talking with a playful smile.

Let’s write and send it to buy a children’s book.

It was so absurd that a snort leaked out inadvertently.

fairy tale book.

Biography of former warriors. Or, the generic term for the various legends related to it.

Its golden history, which was strictly tabooed by the Holy See to write on inflamed species or low-level monster hides, could be said to be the pride of the system and the pride of mankind.

Because.

The fact that children’s books are absurdly expensive is something that even an ignorant child in this system would know, so-called common sense among common sense.

I couldn’t use paper or monster skin, so I had to use parchment inevitably.

Parchment was the king of luxury goods, requiring dozens of lambs to be slaughtered to make one book.

Needless to say, the price of a children’s book born from such a trivial process is unquestionable.

A fairy tale book with a rare history is sometimes traded at the price of a house.

No matter how much money is rotten, it’s a burdensome gift to give to someone you don’t know.

Certainly, it was the perfect item to play tricks on a person who is crazy about showing off his wealth to others.

A proposal that would neither be made nor accepted unless it was a twisted person.

However, at the time, I was an idiot-like child whose Simbo was twisted as much as he could.

In the end, I ended up scribbling the pencil as the director had planned.

Did you say you wanted a birthday present? No, did you say it was your last wish in life?

I don’t remember very well.

I was busy giggling as I imagined him, who must have been frowning at my bold proposal.

but.

a few days after that. A gift arrived for me.

It was a children’s book.

A genuinely exhausting children’s book with large and cute words embroidered on expensive parchment and sparse pictures.

The story of the hero, which I had only heard about from third-rate bards, filled my retinas with every page of the book.

What was drawn on the cover of the book was a majestic man holding a sword high in the sky.

I didn’t know how to read yet, but he’s a so-called hero.

It was a fact that even an idiot like me could understand that this book was a description of the hero’s adventures.

”Three, my God… I really sent him… Hut! Hey Kid! Dia next time! Let’s send them to wear a diamond ring! What do you think!”

I couldn’t even see the director’s head grabbing me by the shoulder and shaking me.

At the time, my vision was the cover of a children’s book. It was firmly fixed on a short note placed on top of it.

[Happy Birthday]

The first birthday greetings I ever received in my life. It was a congratulatory gift.

Even from my brother, my only blood relative, I had no experience of receiving a present on my birthday.

It was an inconsequential thing.

Even I didn’t know when my birthday was.

There are days when you are hungry, and there are days when you are less hungry.

For those of us who didn’t have it, there was no way we could afford or have the will to make a special day.

The ability to congratulate and affirm one’s own birth had long since faded in the old evening.

tight.

You shouldn’t handle expensive things carelessly.

I still vaguely remember that I inadvertently gave my strength and hugged the children’s book.

This is a bit later, but in the end, that day became my birthday.

The day I was born into this world was decided because of my petty prank and the misunderstanding of someone who was fooled by the prank.

It was quite a noble thing to accept the cunning proposal of the orphanage director, who realized that depending on the contents of the letter, an expensive gift might be included.

Fortunately, it wasn’t all that bad.

At least I was able to be reborn from the starting point of that day.

”Warrior····.”

That’s my second memory.

◈◈◈

From ancient times, change is not always dramatic.

”Hey! Big team! this and this! Which one do you think suits you better!?”

It was around the time when the family photo shoot, which had become a monthly event, had already entered its fourth year, that I began to feel that I had changed.

It was the moment when I faced my younger brother, who was looking at me with kind eyes, as I was agonizing over what kind of clothes to wear and what pose to take.

”You can wear just about anything. The one I wore last time…”

”No! If we wear the same clothes we wore last month twice, how will the old man look at us! You won’t misunderstand them as messy kids wearing the same clothes for a month! Vic team, don’t think about just wearing the same clothes you wore last month, choose carefully!”

”Eek…”

”As always, there is only one magic stone film this time! You only have one chance! Even when you wash, don’t think of washing only with water, but thoroughly scrub every nook and cranny with soap! Apply balm to your hair!”

”Why do you apply balm when you’re taking pictures…”

”Don’t answer me! Do whatever you want!”

Filming days were always war.

Because he’s become arrogant lately, it wasn’t hard to calm the big team, who showed signs of disliking it whenever he was ordered to do something.

Could it be because of lack of life?

Soon, the big team came up with a solid hobby and taste.

I have a favorite game, and I have a food that I am unbalanced.

I was quite surprised when I realized that the big team prefers ball games and is uncomfortable with fish.

Because Big Team was a child who spent most of the day sleeping.

Because he was a special younger brother who took and ate whatever was given to him regardless.

But why?

I didn’t hate it so much, I felt that my younger brother’s immature appearance was like a child of his age.

”When did you stop giving your heart? I can’t live without you completely now…”

”What are you talking about! When did I!”

Even now, this kind of cheeky talker is still quite disrespectful.

”Come on, operation! yes! This is all work! A strategy to make them think that we agree with them, and then induce them to send more money!”

”It sounds like you’re being a little more sincere than that… The other day, you even checked what I wrote in the letter beforehand…”

”Hey! It’s because you wrote useless words in the letter, saying that I want to see your face, that you are curious about his name, and so on! Because it’s not! If I really fell for you! I must have sold the children’s book that the uncle gave me as a gift!?’

”okay. I know.”

It was a lie.

At that time, I had already been prepared to give up my liver and gallbladder to him, whose face and name I did not know.

A comfortable space where you don’t have to worry about food and livelihood, which you’ve experienced for the first time in your life.

The peaceful days when my heart was relaxed enough that me and my younger brother, who had no room for everything, could argue for trivial reasons.

The indescribable comfort of being able to spend such time with someone’s care and attention was sweet and addictive.

Although it was true that he sold the children’s book he received as a gift.

If it wasn’t for the realistic reason that expensive things that could be stolen at any time were not left unattended in a space without a proper defense facility, I would not hand it over even if someone offered me billions of dollars.

An expensive children’s book owned by a powerless brother and sister living in an orphanage.

For the scoundrels who are looking for a bite, can there be any more mouth-watering prey?

That’s why, on the day I handed over the book to the director and sold it, I even cried out loud without my sister’s knowledge.

”Hey, but it says that this is owned by the Academy Library… Is it okay…?”

”It must have been scribbled by the kids. don’t mind.”

The adults who took the book from me were crying so hard that I couldn’t even hear the conversation they exchanged.

so that.

An illustration secretly plucked from a children’s book. A short note with a happy birthday message.

Taking comfort from that small support, I constantly recalled and cherished the joy of the day.

It was the moment when I was able to understand, at least a little, why priests blindly believed in and followed a god they had never seen before.

To me at the time, the man was the only pillar I could lean on. Because he was like my hero.

”Even if you can’t come to see me, it would be nice if you could reply to the letter in order… Are you shy…”

In fact, there was no way to know whether he was a man or a woman, a young man or an old man.

Perhaps my usual thoughts of wanting to have a dependable father were reflected in a subtle way, but when I came to my senses, I was already calling him Mister.

I hope that someday the uncle will be taken with us in the family photos we take every month.

I used to have such embarrassing thoughts often.

My real parents abandoned us without any regrets, but the uncle thought he would never abandon us.

”Hey! Big team! My sister told me to wash thoroughly!”

”yes? As my sister said, I even washed it thoroughly with soap?”

”Do not lie! The black stain on your neck remains! I want!”

”what? weird····?”

Before long, Victim fell ill with an unknown disease and curse.

Even I, who was taking care of the big team, was not free from the black beast.

Even the self-righteous people who claim to be unwilling to do so have not improved our condition, and with a feeling of grasping at straws, I have sent several letters to the uncle asking for help.

As always, there was no reply to the letter.

It was from that time.

The sudden cut off of the support that was sent to us every month.

I couldn’t accept that fact, so I invested all the money I would not have enough for medicine into paper and ink, and tried to write more and more letters to Mr.

No reply came.

As always. As always. As usual.

Daddy didn’t say anything to us.