Shadow Farms
“A Figuran also know”
“What is this?”
A teenage girl was talking to herself in a research lab.
She is a cute girl with pink hair. His eyes were currently fixed on a box containing something brown.
Even when he picked up and smelled a sweet scent from within, he still did not know what it was.
If he remembers correctly, the boy who handed this to him called it ‘brown’?
“Sherry, what's the problem?”
The one who called out to him was a middle-aged man.
She has hair in a style that is combed backwards.
“Vice Principal Ruslan ..”
“You promised to call me dad when we were just two.”
“Dad lift.”
Sherry laughed embarrassedly.
“So, what's with that chocolate?”
“Chocolate? A boy from Magic Swordmen Academy gave this to me.”
“Heh ~”
Ruslan rubbed his mustache.
“It is an expensive sweet that is being popular among women nowadays. I'm sure this is a gift for you.”
“Eh? But I don't know him.”
“Then for sure that's what people call ‘love at first glance’. What you receive seems like a hidden product that even though waiting in line from the morning does not even guarantee you the opportunity to buy it. It seems that boy has fought hard for you.”
“C-, love at first sight.”.
Sherry whispered, her cheeks slightly reddened.
“What reason will you give him?”
“Reply..?”
“She must be waiting for your answer.”
“T-, but I..”.
Sherry's cheeks were now completely red, and her eyes turned away.
“It would be better if you learned how to get along with others, rather than just focusing on your research. It is also the purpose of this school.”
“...I understand.”
Ruslan smiled gently as Sherry lowered her head.
“So, how is the artefact developing?”
“Not much. I just started it.”
With her cheeks still red, Sherry gave a troubled smile.
“It seems, so it is.”
“But there is one thing I can confirm so far. The text on the artifact uses a very unique code.”
“Unique code?”
Sherry starts spreading the documents in front of Ruslan.
“I think it is a code used by a certain ancient country or organization. And also... I think it's very similar to the code my mother once worked on.”
“So, Luclaire .. he is also a great researcher.”
Ruslan closed his eyes, as if recalling the past.
“Arti of the password that my mother broke before her death, I want to know.”
At this time, Sherry's profile looks like a researcher, from head to toe.
“This is a good job you received, right?”
“Iya.”
Ruslan stroked Sherry's head, and she smiled shyly.
“So, where is the artifact now?”
“Oh, the knights in the other room hold it.”
“You don't hold it?”
“Only a few times. Because I need to spend time thinking, and I am a little nervous when I am together with the knight.”
Ruslan turned around and coughed.
“Dad lift! Are you okay?”
Sherry hurriedly rubbed Ruslan's back.
Ruslan's body was steamed, and his cheeks were sunken.
“I, I'm fine, I'm fine.”
Ruslan slowly took his breath back.
“Although it seems like I've gotten a little better this time. It seems like that's how the disease is.”
“Dad lift..”
“Do not make that worried face. Rather than that, the study abroad offered from Academy City has come again.”
“Academy City Rawagas.
“The world's top researchers have acknowledged your research results. If you go to Rawagas, you can grow faster, learn more. I think it's a good idea to go there.”
Sherry shook her head.
“You're still sick, there's no way I can go.”
“Sherry, you don't have to worry about me, really.”
“After my mother died, if you don't adopt me, I will definitely die somewhere. I... I want to help you, just as you helped me.”
Sherry started crying.
“Sherry ... I do have a good son.”
Ruslan smiled gently.
“Do well with your research. Also, be sure to eat that chocolate.”
“...Yes.”
Ruslan left the research lab.
Left alone, Sherry grabs a piece of chocolate, her cheeks flushed red.
“Very sweet... very tasty..”.
And then he grabbed the second piece.
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I enjoyed a perfect peaceful day free from Hyoro, Jaga and Alexia, and just walked back to my dorm.
After I left the park that was currently colored by the sunset and the number of students near me was getting smaller, a female student suddenly approached me.
He wore a second-year uniform, had dark brown hair on his bottom, and wore weak-looking glasses that were the same color as his eyes.
But I can tell, with a lot of experience as a mob (figurant).
She was actually a beautiful person who only pretended to be a person who did not stand out.
“Hey, do you have time?”
I recognize that voice.
“Nu, apparently.”
I said in a small voice. He's nodding.
To think that classy women can change drastically with just glasses and cosmetics and different hairstyles.
We continued to speak in small voices.
“You attended this academy?”
“No, this uniform is a loan. So I can blend.”
“I understand.”
The academy is so big that the faces you know are far fewer than the faces you don't know. As long as that person is wearing a uniform, you don't need to pay attention to them, right?
“Where will we talk?”
“How about the bench there?”
Currently there is no one near the bench who has a beautiful view of the garden.
At the place where the sun was setting was a bit dazzling, we both sat side by side.
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