Chapter 58: 58 57 Name

Fifty-seven.

Mira wraps up Pure Rabbit's body as she wipes her body with a bath towel lit enough in her hand. Pure rabbit that faces out of the gap and sounds comfortable. As she gently lowered it onto the shelf, Mira opened the bag she had left behind. Inside, there are rabbit pyjamas, baby dolls, etc., but Mira reaches into the realm of her underwear with an unseen gesture.

(None… are there more?... Oh, not the laundry I gave you the other day)

Thankful because there were getting a little less plain underwear left, Mira took out only one pair of pants and put the bag back in the item box, thanking Mariana.

Mira, wearing pants, recalls the intangibles that White taught her when she untied her knotted hair.

(... um, let's just dry it up.)

At last, this and the hair care method taught came to mind together, but it drove me to a corner of my head and I decided to try only intangibles.

"Oh......!

Every time I combed my hair with my hands that activated the procedure, the lustrous silver hair fluttered off, and I also tried it on Pure Rabbit, and the blue hair was as quick as the sky.

A technique that is close to life and, in a way, human. In fact, when I used it, a big movie with a magic school on the back of Mira's brain passed. He said this is fantasy. Once again, I am impressed by the art of enriching my everyday life with more than just fighting.

Mira follows the dressing room with Pure Rabbit when she weaves the robes that were naturally prepared.

The living room smells of appetizing spices. The cooking had been done all the way leaving the finish and now Mariana was just arranging dishes on the table.

"Dear Mira. It's been awhile, so please sit down."

"Um, okay. And it looks like you put in the last wash. Thanks."

No, of course not.

Mira walks over to Mariana to thank her and looks at her hair. Brilliant hair like Mariana's sapphire moves slightly, but every single one flutters. Confirming that, Mira leaves a little unfortunately and sits back on the couch. Pure rabbit also follows, jumping up to the couch and forming round next to Mira.

"How did you do?

Mariana, who somehow seemed strange about Mira's behavior, asks with her neck tilted. While doing so, the natural work of placing a teacup on the table and pouring tea gives a glimpse into skilled hands.

"Nah, I taught you the art of drying your hair. If my hair stayed wet, I just thought I'd dry it off. But it seems to be dry already."

When Mira says so and includes tea in her mouth, suddenly Mariana takes off her apron and heads to the dressing room early.

"No, what's wrong?

When Mira spoke to that sudden action, Mariana looked back and

"Again, I'll wash my hair"

That's what I said. Open the dressing room door. "No, wait, wait, wait," Mira hurriedly stopped, picking up the apron and giving it to Mariana.

"Excuse me. Dinner was first."

"No, that's not what I meant."

Mariana restarts her apron and restarts her dinner preparations. Mira groaned with a slight bitter smile beside her,

"Master Mira will not touch me unless these are the opportunities. I want to feel more like Master Mira. I want you to touch a lot."

I lean somewhat to my loneliness and leak the truth out of sight with Mira.

Mariana wanted to be touched by Mira. The warmth of my hand when you wiped my tears is clearly engraved in its heart. But nothing else. In that mood, Mira said she was trying to touch herself to dry her hair. I knew it was glaring against the Lord, but Mariana still couldn't help but admire it. Thirty years could also be said to have been so long that the usual senses would have been absent.

Mira, too, is noticed by the words. We touched each other many times in the bath and in bed, but it was from Mariana. After all, I also recognized that I was aware that I was going to touch a woman somewhere, and yet I was surprised that I was going to dry my hair. If you're a conscious opponent, it's even worse.

Mira follows Mariana with her eyes, and if she stares at that devoted girl, the urge to love and embrace and the desire to cherish and protect will gush at the same time.

"Master Mira?

Noticed the glance directed at her, Mariana takes that gaze straight.

"Oh, no. I guess not..."

Mira lets her gaze swim without saying so, but never focuses her intentions. The raised emotions converged into one form. Still unstable, but in the mira it does light up and spreads very warmly to the chest.

"Sure..., maybe I was reluctant"

Saying so, Mira reached out and touched Mariana's cheek. And slowly feel the temperature in your palms. Mariana closes her eyelids as she loves them,

This is the second time.

Now she smiled in bloom, and Mariana shrugged so.

My own hand is touching the girl's cheek in front of me. When you move your fingertips, Mariana reacts looking a little ticklish, overlapping their gazes.

(... I think I flew something too far!?)

Staring at Mariana, Mira is noticed flying a few steps through the common sense phase. The first step was to hold hands or stroke your head, that you should have kept it to that extent. But the first thing I touched was my cheeks to wipe my tears, so Mira did the same without resistance.

It is a thoughtful behavior, such as gently touching a woman's cheek.

"So it's time for dinner!

Mira lowered her hand deceivingly and sat back on the sofa with a sledge.

"Yes, I'm in awe"

Mariana gets more and more energized and gets ready to resume when she joins Mira's hands on her warm cheeks for just a little while.

Mariana's hands carried the dishes handy enough to be illusory as if they had come to a fancy restaurant.

"It's very luxurious."

"Because I had some very good ingredients"

With that said, Mariana is going to cut the meat of exquisite baking additions and subtractions. As the saying goes, all the ingredients used in cooking are first-class.

"This is brilliant."

Even the unknowledgeable ones are so vivid in cross section that Mira accidentally spits.

The table features a colorful salad with amber soup, thinly chopped bread and thickly chopped steak. And vegetable sticks for pure rabbit were arranged.

"Enjoy, please"

When Mariana is ready to grace herself, Mira quickly pokes a fork in the meat and transports it to her mouth.

(Mm-hmm! I've never understood a comment that says it melts in my mouth, but this is what happened!)

"Uhm, great"

Mira suppresses the boring inner part of joy and takes it personally. But only words and deeds were suppressed. The girl's adorable face showed joy to the fullest with a full grin.

"Thank you"

Mariana also thanked Mira small when she smiled at her like that and wiped Mira's mouth with a napkin. In contrast, Mariana tries so hard to shake her neck and serve, even though she says she'll do it herself.

"Bye. Will the Lord not eat? Why don't you come with me?"

"I'm done."

Mira's suggestion was immediately smashed, and as a result, Mariana, who was in excellent shape for dinner, would be burned to take care of her. Mariana had a satisfying time loving Blue Rabbit.

Full, Mira looks at the sleeping map on the couch in the living room where the sound of the wash sounds comfortable.

(I didn't know floating islands would take so long to travel. If it's far away, that might end the day. In some cases, there may be wild lodging)

Assume the time it will take to reach the Four Seasons Forest, with the base of the Fifty Bells Federation, while illuminating the distance to and time taken by the Prayer Child Forest. And after considering the break and the wild boarding house as well, he concludes that it's going to take three days, and he stumbles onto the couch with a laid back look.

(I feel like I have a body on a boulder after three days of riding)

That's what Mira thought on her way home from the Prayer Child Forest. Though early, finishing half the day while on Pegasus is burdensome. Even in just a few days, Mira didn't have the slightest dust confidence when it was three straight days.

(All right, this isn't later. Let's go when the wagon is finished)

If I could have wagons the way I wanted, Mira had the confidence to be able to pull even all day. Thinking about the aftermath of completion, and thinking about a comfortable journey in the sky in her brain, Mira held up Pure Rabbit with her hands as she leaned back,

"You think the Lord would be better off, too, huh?

Talk to the blue rabbit who is delighted to be able to do it in his hand. Then Mariana, who had finished cleaning up, peered across the pure rabbit into her face. Mira, who was completely alarmed and loose her expression, remains stiff as she is.

"By the way, Master Mira"

"Hey, what's up!?

Jumping up to Mariana's words, Mira lets Pure Rabbit on her lap and stroke her back gracefully. The reality of exposing your pet to what can be described as a lower mental age will never disappear. But Mariana didn't seem to care.

"What is the child's name?

Yes, I said something completely irrelevant about Mira. But that also makes Mira realize. Speaking of which, he said he didn't give it a name.

"Speaking of which, you did... Lord, do you have a name?

Stuck together, Pure Rabbit shakes his neck sideways to see if he understood Mira's words.

"Oh, did you see that, Mariana? I said no more!

Mira turns to Mariana with excitement as she hugs her pure rabbit in response as if she understands the words. And if you ask him if he has a name in the same way, he shakes his head like he says he doesn't have one.

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"Smart boy."

"Yes, very clever"

Mira plays in an upbeat mood when she puts Pure Rabbit back on her lap. Mariana, with her very gentle and warm eyes, smiled softly at how Mira looked like that. Mira completely forgot to stay in shape.

I stare at the blue rabbit on my lap. Pure Rabbit sounded happily small looking straight back at that gaze. Then, fold your face over the hand of the accompanying Mira and lick your fingertips.

(Oh, they're so cute!)

When a slight calm is restored, Mira voices the flashing fame behind her brain as she manages to bear the look loose again.

"How about at the left guard gate!

That said, Mira gets an unlikely cold gaze from Mariana. Pure rabbits who realized that was the name they could give themselves also turned that way.

"I don't have one now. Hey, that's it. They just pulled it off."

Mira's brain was eroded by Kagra's image because she was with a Yin Yang magician named Blue. If you are unconsciously guided and distressed by the naming sense of Kagra that affects your absence, Mira begins to think of another name.

"I don't know what kind of name to use. Pin no new...... no... just kidding...... Hmm. Pimp... Rabbit... Blue..."

Mira roaring like a blueberry. The pure rabbit of the day is looking up at Mira as if she expected something. Then there, Mariana, who noticed something, calls out.

"Dear Mira, by the way. Is the boy a boy?

It was Mariana who wondered if she was a male from the first name Pim Left Guard, but she felt that the overall line was rounded and her ears were longer than that of the Pure Rabbit male she remembered.

"... which way?

Mira, who had no idea of the matter, leaned her neck gradually while facing Pure Rabbit. Next door, Mariana leans her neck so that she can be attached as well.

"Well, it's fast to see"

Having said that, Mira grabs both of those legs and opens them as she leans back on her knees with the pure rabbit. However, it cannot be discerned because it is covered in blocked blue hair. Mariana, who gave in there, starts assisting.

"Dear Mira, I was wondering if I could be a little gentler."

Mariana advanced so that she discerned the female male with a gentle hand, forgiving the pure rabbit of a sudden flip and surprise.

"You look like a girl"

The open pure rabbit stands with two legs on Mira's lap and looks up with both forelegs against Mira's abdomen.

"That's what happened...... So, pimp... no, are you kidding me?

Pure rabbit pointing that way like a bully. Mariana, too, turned a heartless or chilling gaze and Mira immediately withdrew her improvised name.

"I don't know what kind of name it is. Pi...... hmm. Blue Rabbit, Footsteps of Fortune, Blue Thunder, Blue Remnants, Norico, Blue Mare also, Alive or Alive"

Mira shrugs, thinking of her name, remembering the alias Pure Rabbit that was called between the players. Pure Rabbit shook his ears tingly as he looked up at Mira like that with his crushed eyes, howling from time to time. To such an adorable appearance Mira takes her consciousness away and her concentration is there, stroking her head, ears, back, feet, etc. and begins to adore her.

"Um... Dear Mira..."

Mira returned to me in a whispering voice.

"No, I'll think about it. This is what it takes to identify the real name."

So hastily he makes excuses, he slowly raises his face. And Mariana's face in Mira's eyes looked so... patient with something.

Mira, wary that she would be turned even with a cold gaze, strokes her chest down with relief and follows Mariana's gaze.

"... don't hesitate, will the Lord touch it?

"Yes."

Mira said, Mariana nodded without waiting between them and gently touched the furrows of the pure rabbit. Moment after moment, I smiled happily.

"By the way, have you decided on your name?

Mariana, who became uppermost, asks because she was gazing at the pure rabbit. Further to the exquisite angle of the collar, after being nailed for a few seconds, Mira replied "Not yet..." when she missed her gaze.

"I have a little trouble calling you, but you won't have to decide anything right now. A name given by a loved one is that's the treasure. If Mira really thinks about it, she'll love it in any name."

That said, Mariana puts her fingers through to comb her blue hair. The expression was so gentle, as if she were a mother merciful to my son. When Pure Rabbit closes her eyelids feeling good, she sounds longer as if she agrees with Mariana's words.

"Hmm... it's a serious responsibility."

The name is the treasure. It was Mira, who had never thought of it that way, but when she said treasure, she caught a glimpse of Mariana's feelings appealing something to her heart.

Mira retightens her mind once again and faces Pure Rabbit.

"Oh, this is"

Mariana whispers and puts the blue hair tangled in her hand on her palm. It's very bright blue, and even just one thrives on Mariana's hands.

"Hmm, it would have fallen out even when I was stroking it. Why don't you keep it? It's a good luck amulet."

"Are you sure you want me to take it?

"Of course not."

"Thank you. I'll take care of it."

In a sense, it is all-you-can-take. There will be no need to shy away. Mira thinks of the name of Blue Rabbit as she watches Mariana pinch pure rabbit hair on the handkerchief as she looks happy. Then Mariana, with her face up, realizes something again.

"Oh, it's also attached to Mira's clothes"

That said Mariana showed Mira's robe, where she could see several blue lines. I've always been adorable on my lap, so I guess I fell out naturally.

"Maybe cleaning will be difficult..."

Mariana is the one who cleans this room when Mira is away and even when she is. That is also the job of the aide. slightly, Mariana gently picked those few hairs to Mira, who gazed at her peeping,

"Sooner or later, this place is going to be full of luck."

That's what I said and smiled. For a moment, Mira fell in love with the trick and said, "Sure you do!" and thank Mariana for the snort. And when I stroked my head in response to the voice of the blue raven, the name that was inadvertently passed.

Pure rabbit is the child of a lucky, blue rabbit woman.

"All right, your Lord's name is Fortuna! My nickname isn't Luna!

Mira remembered the name of the Goddess of Fortune in the corner of her brain. Sneak a glance at Mariana while declaring so.

"Fortuna. That's the name of the goddess passed down to the fairy clan. It's a lovely name for this kid."

Praised by Mariana, Mira said, "Well!," he said, rebelling against his chest in an upward mood, holding the pure rabbit with both hands and lifting it high. Do we also understand that, when the reaction was clearly different from that of the Left Guard Gate and he shook happily, he gave a voice of joy to the treasure he had received for the first time in Mira's hand?

Why are you tired?

Because he was relieved or out of his mind, Mira dilutes all the time before meditating on the comfort of the couch. Then my hand gently touched its shoulder.

"Dear Mira. If you want to sleep, go to bed. You'll catch a cold sleeping here."

"Mmm...... oh well. Right."

Slightly, Mira, who was flying in her dreams, gets up in a loose motion off the couch when she lowers Luna off her knees. And you'll be ready to sleep hand-in-hand while Mariana leads you. Meanwhile, Luna followed Mira around all the time.

Mira, ready to go to bed with me, grabs Luna and enters her bedroom.

"... is this even today?"

"If Mira really says no, I'll clean it up..."

Mariana says in a rapidly toned down voice.

"No... um... I don't mind"

"Thank you"

The bed was lined with two pillows and one cushion, and one of the pillows, no matter what I saw, was what Mariana had the other day. Looking back, Mariana, who was naturally also ready for herself, refrains.

I don't like Mira either. I even have feelings that make me happy. I'm just not used to sleeping side by side with someone.

"Come on, I'm going to the castle tomorrow morning. Let's just say we go to bed fast."

"Yes."

Saying so, Mira puts Luna to sleep in the cushion, switches the pillow place, and then lays down. Look at it with a bird's eye view. Mariana on the left and Mira on the right. Mariana slipped herself quietly into bed, unaware of the meaning of the action.

"Ah... Dear Mira..."

"Look, I don't know, I didn't want to update you yet. So long."

Mira dyes her cheeks bright red and makes her gaze wander. The lights are off, so just the moonlight that plugs through the window doesn't get to illuminate Mira's best. Under the blanket, Mira reached out from herself and held Mariana's left hand. The update of the protection is determined as the left hand of the right hand, so Mira repositioned the pillow so that she could keep her hands together on her back.

"Right. Bye."

Even if I can only see it thin, I feel the best of it from the temperature of Mira's hand. Mariana doesn't know the relationship between a man and a woman. It also means the bare gestures Mira occasionally shows. But it would be hard to say that I understand. Mariana, who devotes her body and mind and thinks that her being is Mira's. Because that emotion is beyond men and women.

I'm happy to be taken care of like a woman. But Mariana wanted me to ask.

From the gap in the blanket, the light is slightly zero.

The hands connected were warm and Mariana closed her eyes softly. While I do hope the warmth I feel will never go far again.

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