The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
11. Blue Lotus
A deal was formed last night after treating Brother's wound from the girl carrying a basket of apples next to Mika. The female of the Healer Tribe froze at Big Lord Fusae's smile, Yuka further tightened her distance with her brother, Ryuji said his greetings and apologized for making their butler seriously burned, then offer Mika to take care of him. As the announcement died when the host immediately agreed loudly, Mika would enter the house where the Healing Tribe strangler lived.
The door of the house is wide open, the final decision about the next life has been approved so it cannot be denied to run away once entering the house smells of drugs. Mika's heart did not stop to not beat fast, her breathing hunted down because it held back her fear and anger. Mika tightly gripped the box containing special medicines belonging to her tribe.
Echoes of happy voices welcome them into a room full of luxury goods, strings of self-praise for struggling to manage finances, as well as anxiety about his only son still reluctantly replacing him. Mika's ears turned red, hearing the complaints from a person like Fusae Hiroyuki had stoned her heart. Many times he sighed as slowly as possible so that the host did not realize how hotly he wanted to stab with the silver-plated knife that was shown to them.
See, how proud she was to have the luxury of killing, Mika gave a smile that made her look sweet. But the truth is, Mika is creating a mask. One day, he will have to be patient to open a disguise and surprise his target.
“About your anxiety, maybe a friend of my Brother can help.”
Finally there was a voice stopping the chirp that boasted the urn from the foreign country. Mika could not bear to not slam the easily broken object so that the owner growled rolling around.
“Oh, I have the cure. I like it because it calms quickly, feeling anxiety for a long time it is very disturbing.” The old man with gray hair almost filled his hair took out a small bottle making Yuka behind Ryuji seem choked. “Unfortunately it is up, if you buy it you have to meet the owner directly,” he added.
“If it is like that, then I mean you would like to accept it,” Ryuji put his hands on Mika, responsibly the brown decomposed woman immediately pulled out a glass bottle containing a blue liquid. “Thank you,” middle child Kazuya said to her, sounding full of gentleness and not made-up.
A better sight to see than a dazzling place full of precious items for Mika is a human named Ryuji, his voice echo even ringing or may have been stuck in the head, he said, it travels down the line to cool off his anger.
“Blue lotus flower.”
Mr. Fusae observes the object in Ryuji's hands, “I've never heard of it.”
“Of course, this is one of the special medicines of the Healing Tribe.”
The smile of the host faded, his right eyebrow raised, then looked at Mika. “What are you planning?”
Mika slowly lowered her head in a daze, showing her respect for the noble man who owned the entire estate of her tribe. “I purely helped, and this has nothing to do with my tribe. Blue lotus is a sedative.”
The woman with the cherry blossom hairpin accessories explained, then straightened her body. As soon as he showed his face, not looking sweet and brown eyes as shaded as usual, all replaced with a stiff face, as well as a look without hesitation to look back at the man before him. “If you don't believe, then I will prove it.”
Mika takes back the glass bottle in Ryuji's hand, opens the cover and immediately chokes it until it leaves half. Everyone looked at him, Yuka and her brother were almost expressionless, while Mr. Fusae seemed to be waiting for something to happen to him. Even the worries that had plagued him from the beginning gradually disappeared, similar to the loss of smoke from lavender-scented room-scented candles.
Time goes by and nothing strange makes the host snort. The old man straightened his body back to his figurehead, “do you still have it?”
Mika opened the box, showed me another bottle of lotus flower herb, “right, Mr.”
The roar of the waterfall descends from the top like a white curtain, by the sun is given light to create a rainbow color to increase its beauty.
An eye gazed at the Chief of Military Government standing looking at his own reflection in Lake Seira, seemingly presented with beauty by the earthly no more attractive than a calm wave of water.
“The lake is just like you,” the girl of her stature until it goes gracefully. His black hair was long decomposed bobbing, embedded in white pearls made him more elegant, his eyes as close as night stared intently at his lover, “as calm as water so that no one knows the exact contents because it is thought to have nothing,” he added.
Yashuhiro pulled the corner of her lips, creating a smile that made her lover roll her eyeballs off guard.
“How does it feel after holding back all this time?” without looking at the man in his fiancee status. The noblewoman chose to give her attention to the wind chimes that were still silent, she longed for the wind because she felt sultry.
Long enough flinching until the men pined soot until the shoulders sighed, “I did it for himself, Izanami."
For a moment, they did not speak. Replaced by a pair of birds squeaking on a pine tree that stood not far from the woman wagging her hands.
“He was afraid of the darkness, but he won to find your figure when hiding there. The girl hated eating bitter food, but she kept eating it because she thought it would be thrown away if she did not comply. Your sister has fallen from a horse, her legs sprained, she does not show her pain because she does not want to look sad.”
“He's great, he can handle all his problems by himself.”
“He obeys all, but there is no gift to make him happy. Not the luxury he needs, but your presence.” Izanami looked away, looking directly at the tall, dashing young man with smooth protruding muscles in his hands, “at least meet the goods for a while or you can watch him remotely with your own eyes,” skunk.
“If I do, I'll be addicted. The greater the desire to meet when initially just looking from a distance, then it turns into a desire to touch it.” Yashuhiro asserted, the content of his sentence was the same as what he said at that time to his youngest brother. Stay to see how the reaction of Arisu Izanami.
Izanami nudged the base of his nose, “you hurt yourself by chaining longing.”
“As long as it can make the person I love better.”
“Then what if I strangle you to death?”
“When my death can make you happy, then with pleasure.”
“Crazy.”
