"Probably everyone has the feeling of wanting to do something. But wanting to help him, wanting to be with him, wanting not to be left behind by him, wanting to stay by his side, I only feel for my late husband. Live this kind of emotion.”
The silver-haired young woman took out the dark veil that she had taken off before and held it in her hand.
"Maybe that's when I really fell in love with him."
The brisk expression on her face as she recalled the past disappeared, replaced by a helpless and somewhat bitter smile.
"But, he will no longer praise me, and he will never come back."
"If I think about it now, whether it's happiness or love, maybe there's only pain..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her hands. She wanted to say something, but she hesitated.
"not like this------!"
The red-haired girl stood up again and said.
Eventually she couldn't stand it anymore.
"So what is it like?"
Mrs. Nadasdy's attitude was surprisingly calm.
"Although it is sad that you can no longer be separated from your husband, the relationship between you two is definitely not just painful!"
"Is there anything else left?"
"Madam, are you happy when you remember it? This is all that's left besides the pain, right?"
People always like things they think are good.
This is naturally the case for Fujimaru Ritsuka.
After hearing Mrs. Nadasidi's story, she sincerely felt that the story between the two was very beautiful.
Therefore, the protagonist of the story should not just deny himself.
"At least after everything is over, you can still feel happy about the things you experienced in the past, right? You still have precious memories, right?"
"..."
"Haha, that's it. Don't you know it very well?"
The silver-haired young woman broke the silence with a chuckle, and a relieved smile bloomed on her face again, as if the previous bitterness was all fake.
But whether it's bitterness or relief, they are extremely real feelings.
"Eh?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka was surprised by the sudden change in the attitude of the silver-haired lady in front of him.
"The memories of everything I spent with him during his lifetime are very precious, so precious that even if the memory is slightly blurred, I want to cry."
"However, when my late husband passed away, I shed all my tears. Despite the sadness, I still have memories worth cherishing. Can you feel this feeling? Miss Ritsuka."
While saying this, Mrs. Nadasidi handed her black veil into the hands of Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"This feeling...?"
"Well, this feeling————."
The young woman's hands gently placed on both sides of Fujimaru Ritsuka's neck, and then she slowly turned the red-haired girl's face to the side where Animusfiya was.
"Can Ms. Ritsuka feel this feeling of wanting to stand beside Mr. Animusfia and create wonderful experiences with him?"
"I have no idea."
With another chuckle, Mrs. Nadasidi lowered her hand.
"Haha, as for Ritsuka-san, there is no need to rush to find the answer. I just think that the person Ritsuka-san is looking at is Mr. Animusfia, but it may be someone else. "
"It's just that when that feeling appears in your heart, please don't miss it, be sure to catch it."
"If you ask why."
"It's painful when you want to create memories but can't."
"Do more while you can, and don't regret it like I did."
After a long silence, the red-haired girl nodded slowly.
A smile broke out on Mrs. Nadasdy's face.
"Then, it's an appointment."
The silver-haired young woman stretched out her right little finger towards Fujimaru Ritsuka.
The girl was stunned for a moment, and then she stretched out her finger and linked it with Mrs. Nadasdi's little finger.
"I won't break my promise."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"I'm sorry, Miss Ritsuka."
The silver-haired young woman suddenly apologized to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"What's wrong? So sudden."
"I said I wanted to talk to Miss Ritsuka, but in the end it turned out that I just talked about whatever I thought of."
"Where there."
While denying it, Fujimaru Ritsuka shook his head.
"It doesn't matter at all. I'm also very interested in your story, madam."
**********
“Speaking of it————”
Fujimaru Ritsuka, who once again sat on the tip of the dragon [Bathori]'s nose, suddenly asked.
“Is there also a custom in Hungary of pulling the pinky finger?”
"Oh, are you talking about this?"
The silver-haired young woman raised her right little finger and said.
"Uh-huh."
"Well, I don't know when it started to spread. But I heard that it seems to be related to the Crusades, and there is a love story between a knight and a princess."
"Hey, that's it."
"Does Miss Ritsuka also know this story?"
"No------"
Fujimaru Ritsuka shook his head and continued:
"There are no Crusaders in my hometown, but there are also people who pull their little fingers as a sign of restraint. But it has nothing to do with the love story, rather it is a bit scary."
"Hey, is it scary?
The red-haired girl nodded pretendingly.
"Hmm~, the original version seems to be that you have to cut off half of your little finger to make a contract, and if you break the oath, you have to swallow a thousand needles."
"...This is a bit too cruel."
"Yeah, that's what I thought too, so in the end everyone didn't cut off their fingers. Thousand needles and so on were just talk."
"This is really great."
It looked like Mrs. Nadasdy was congratulating herself on the survival of her little finger.
But Fujimaru Ritsuka was doubting herself.
[Why am I explaining this kind of thing? How come it feels like the director. 】
Thinking like this.
"ah------!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka was interrupted by the exclamations coming from the side and Mrs. Nadasidi's subsequent approach to her body.
"Eh?"
Could it be that there are enemies?
Fujimaru Ritsuka hurriedly looked at Mrs. Nadasidi who was leaning against him.
The first thing that caught the eye was the alluring body of the silver-haired young woman.
Even though he was still wearing his own Chaldean uniform jacket, his exquisite body curves were still more attractive wrapped in plain black mourning clothes.
No wonder the director couldn't help but watch it.
Then Fujimaru Ritsuka saw her [Mercury Star] half exposed from the shadow of the dragon, carefully watching her.
The unknown creature with eyes all over its body seemed to be breathing, floating up and down rhythmically.
His eyes followed the rhythm and blinked in sequence like flipping billboards on the top of a building.
If she hadn't already become familiar with this little monster, she would have been shocked.
After all, with the weird appearance of the Mercury Star, coupled with the weird and dark environment here, and the giant dragon underneath, it can be used in a horror movie without the need for special effects.
"Weird...monster!"
"It's okay, madam. It's a magic costume made by the director. Although it looks scary, it's not dangerous."
"Really?"
Mrs. Nadasidi still hasn’t been able to escape from the shadow of many inhuman monsters in this underground city.
"look."
The red-haired girl waved her hand, and after receiving the order, Mercury Star happily floated over and rubbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's cheek.
She also followed suit, stroking the mercury star like Animusfia.
Mercury Star also closed all its eyes happily under the caress, and its round body became a little flattened into an oval.
"If you ignore the appearance, it's actually just like an ordinary puppy."
