mesbooks Chapter 115: A certain girl’s tale 1
Chapter 115: A certain girl’s tale 1
Chapter 115: A certain girl’s tale 1
"Good morning, Mistress Siesta."
After changing the water and refilling the vase with fresh water for the flowers, I set the vase down near the window, then turned to the individual who was snoozing away peacefully on the bed. The girl, whose face was identical to my own, was napping in the afternoon sunlight with a smile on her face.
She didn't respond to my voice. She didn't wake up. Her name—or code name, rather—was Siesta. The detective who'd saved the world.
"The calendar says it's autumn, but the days are still hot," I said. I gazed out the window, thinking of the great tree that towered somewhere, far away. Was the lingering heat of this September sun pouring down over the man and woman who'd once detested light?
Exposure to sunlight had destroyed both Seed's cells and Hel, Nagisa Natsunagi's alter who had shone brilliantly herself. The idea that those two were now in the trunk of a tree reaching up into the sky, with dazzling sunlight pouring down around them, struck me as rather ironic and sad.
They must have made peace with the sun by now, though. If they hadn't, that tree would never have grown so big. The prince and the swallow must be sleeping peacefully in the warm sunlight.
Just as Mistress Siesta was now. "............. "
I sat down in a nearby chair and looked at the white-haired girl on the bed.
After that final battle a month ago, Mistress Siesta should have reached her happy ending. The heart that Hel had once stolen from her had been returned, and Stephen Bluefield the Inventor had saved both her life and Nagisa's. Then,
However, the next thing I knew, Kimihiko had declared his intent to break a taboo: He would bring Mistress Siesta back to life. Then, although it had required many sacrifices, he'd actually done it. Somewhere along the way, I had been pulled into his plan. I had unintentionally acquired a new body, and now
here I was, gazing at my mistress's quiet face.
"Was this part of your plan as well, Mistress Siesta?"
Naturally, she couldn't have predicted a future in which she would be brought back to life. Even so, I had been created solely to help with her mission; it wouldn't have been odd for her to extend a helping hand out of concern for me. After all, that was the sort of detective she had been.
In addition, while the Ace Detective kept a variety of futures in mind, she treasured the past as well.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Once I was sure that it wasn't yet time for the regular contact from Kimihiko's group, I picked up a certain journal. Mistress Siesta had given it to me earlier, through Stephen.
Information about her past was stored in my database. However, it was nice to pick up the physical book sometimes, letting my thoughts travel back in time through the blurred strokes of the ballpoint pen.
"Forgive me, Mistress Siesta. I won't show it to anyone else." This was a memory, a record, between the two of us.
The detective's secret tale that even the assistant who'd traveled with her for three years didn't know about.
The journal began on a certain date, four years ago.