Ten years ago-the Militia world. Azasion, Lousa village.
Afternoon in the light rain and light rain.
Stepping on a puddle, you can hear the hooves.
A luxurious carriage stopped in front of a common house. The cabin has the Gairadeite emblem.
T r ans l a te d by ｊp m tl.com "Isabelle, Isabelle ...!"
The voice of an old woman who was in a hurry echoed throughout the house.
It belongs to Isabella's grandmother, Melia.
"Hello, wait a minute. I'll burn it soon."
Isabella, who baked a snack pie in the kitchen, responded with a whisper.
Her grandmother came over, snapping her feet.
"That's not it. You're in trouble. The prince of Gairadete is here. What did you do for you?"
"Gailadite Prince?" T ran s l a ted b y Jp mtl .ｃoｍ
Isabella, who came out of the kitchen, cocks her neck.
"I don't know."
"I don't know if it's the wrong person? Oh, right. It's like the prince comes to see you like a commoner directly."
"It's not wrong"
When the grandmother turned around, a young man was entering the house.
He is wearing a royal costume, with two soldiers behind him.
"I was sneaking in the ball the other day. Do you remember?"
Isabella looks back at her memory.
"Ah ... Jeweler Jake's specialty ... John ..."
As an apprentice apprentice, Isabella was favored by the city's jewelers for her good judgment.
He joined the ball at that connection and introduced the young man in front of him.
"I couldn't formally claim my name at the ball. I would like to say hello again. It's John Engelo, the fourth heir to Gyaradite."
"Welcome to the house of the lower one like me. I am unfamiliar, please forgive my rudeness."
Melia slowly breaks her knees to kneel. Isabella gently lends her shoulder.
"Are you okay? Grandmother? Slowly?" T ra n s l at ed by Ｊp mt l .ｃ oｍ
"I think my knees are bad. You can leave it alone. You too, Isabella."
John says kindly.
Pico and Isabella bowed.
"Um ... Prince, what kind of business are you going to use today ...?"
"I brought what I left behind at the ball."
Isabella expressed a strange expression.
“…… Lost thing-
She loses words. John took out the ring case and opened it.
Inside was a diamond ring of how many carats would be.
The rings are gold and have special decorations that are only allowed to the royal family.
"I forgot what I said to you. I haven't lost my mind since I spoke on the ball night."
John quietly kneels before Isabella. He said that.
"Please, Isabella, be my wife. I will prepare whatever you want. I promise to make you absolutely happy."
My grandmother covers her eyes with both hands as if moved. Tears were slightly oozing.
T ran sl a te d b y jp ｍtl.ｃ o ｍ "Oh, I'll live a long time.
"sorry"
Silence attacks the room. An awkward silence lasted for a few seconds.
Prince John also seems to be unable to pass on the two phrases.
He wasn't so arrogant that he didn't want to be refused, but he didn't think he would drop his royal courtship without hesitation.
"... I see. It was too early to think that a wonderful woman like you had no thoughts ..."
"No, no."
Again, an awkward silence stood in the room.
The prince looks unrelenting and the two soldiers in the back seem to be wondering what to do.
"... Would you tell me why?"
Prince John said so that he would not give up.
"I don't want you to make a decision just because I've just met. Isabella, if you still can't get a courtship, that's okay, so wait for a conclusion right now. "
"Hey, Isabella. What is the prince saying? If you think a little ...?"
Melia sends a help ship to the prince.
The weird granddaughter decided not to regret it with indiscriminate judgment.
Then Isabella says in a relaxed tone. T rans l ated b y ｊpmtl.c om
"Prince. I'm a rain woman. When I was born, when I was at the school entrance exam, when I was hired by the store, when it was important, it was always raining. I will. "
It was as if the story flew abruptly.
Still, John listens seriously and beats each other.
"If you stop this raining sound, I'll think a little more."
John becomes serious.
I couldn't do anything like stop the rain.
"... Apparently, it's just a shame to go down any further ..."
I guess it was a rejection.
The prince realized that there was no pulse.
Isabella bows deeply. John turned his heels and left her house.
When she saw through the window that the royal carriage was out of sight, her grandmother, Melia, exhaled as if her thread of tension had broken.
"... I'm not really afraid of you. I was surprised that the Prince began to look, but I never thought I would refuse such a simple courtesy ..."
Melia staggers and walks towards the chair.
In that hand, Isabella assists.
"I'm sorry, my grandmother. When I went to the royal palace, I think she could live relaxedly ...
"Okay, I'm from a farmer who knows only field work. Life in the Royal Palace is not a pattern. It's old and short anyway. I'm not going to leave this village."
Slowly, Melia sat in an easy chair.
"I'm worried about you. You're good at me and you're good. I'm a proud granddaughter. It's a bit strange, but it's strange and attracts people."
Painful, her grandmother is rubbing her knees with her hand.
"So many men began to see me. The gentle men and the village's best were the rich, the scholars, the warriors and the aristocrats. Now I'm like a prince. But you're completely interested in anyone Does not indicate
Isabella laughs vaguely.
"Your parents have died and I've been working hard until I managed to get my wife in. I'm not going to die in such a condition."
"So maybe we don't have to get married?"
Melia shook his head with a gentle expression, but quietly.
"I'm a troubled child. Even so, I can't afford to keep my grandfather forever."
Isabella hopes she can show her bride while her grandmother is fine.
But it is different. Gentle, beautiful, rich, scholar, noble, prince.
No one can move her heart.
I don't know why. It is not without fluttering in love.
Sometimes she talks about her love story with her girls of the same age. Still, no matter who is urged, they think they are different.
It's hard to imagine a marriage that a normal village girl would envy.
She herself is strange.
I've always been waiting.
The person I have never met. For a long time, from the old days.
I can't tell my grandmother that I just worry. I didn't tell anyone.
"I'm going to work. I have to deliver the appraisal product."
"Oh, come on!"
When the baked pies were taken out of the stone kiln, Melia was ready to eat and Isabella left home.
Work is like a simple job. We delivered the goods to the customer, received a fee, chatted a little, and that was it.
When I went outside, the rain legs became stronger.
"... I'm in trouble ..."
With an umbrella, Isabella takes a step forward.
After walking for a while, the rain legs are getting stronger.
Rain sounds on the umbrella and the ground. Feet stepping on the puddle jump up the rain and make a sound.
Isabella evacuated into an old church nearby to escape.
"... I'm sorry ..."
I asked if I could take a shelter.
But there is no reply. The interior is dusty and the building is damaged.
It may be an unused church.
She walks towards the altar.
For a while here, I decided to wait for the rain to subside.
They have umbrellas and they have strong rain legs, but they aren't enough to get home.
But there is one problem. Isabella hates the sound of rain.
I feel like I remember something bad.
Very disgusting thing.
When I'm with someone, I'm still fine, but when I'm alone, tears spill out of my mind.
I can't remember anything about my memories.
But I can't help but feel sad.
Even if you wish, you will not reach what is important. Such unfounded thought swirled deep in my chest.
"... here ... it sounds a little ..."
The rain sounded loudly inside the building, probably because the building was old and damaged.
Isabella crouched down, laid an umbrella on the floor and put her hands on her ears.
Wait for the rain to stop.
Slightly heard even with ears closed.
The sound of rain bouncing off the roof, flipping a puddle, and dampening the ground.
As she crouched and endured, mixed with it, she heard the cat call.
A furry cat and a vermilion cat jump in from the window. The red cat was holding an umbrella in his mouth for some reason.
"Cho, here, wait, wait!"
The door is opened and the drenched man rushes into the church.
Tall, sturdier, and if you're silent, you'll look fearless. However, his expression, like aiming for prey, seems somewhat plagued.
It was a young Gusta.
Probably the cat took the umbrella. He desperately chases a cat that runs away while crying.
Then he cornered to the corner of the wall. He says, spreading his arms and moving his fingers aside.
"Well, that's bad, but this is where we're going after you."
As the cat ran, Gusta jumped on.
"Escape, Uria!"
Gusta certainly grabbed the umbrella, reaching out.
Immediately afterwards, he struck his head against the wall.
"Guppo ...!"
Gusta crouching and fainting.
Isabella looked at it stunningly.
Uh, uh, the voice of agony leaks. As the pain gradually subsides, he gets up.
He turned around slowly, and glanced with Isabela, who was crying.
"Ah…………"
"Oh ..."
The two uttered at the same time.
A few seconds of silence.
Gusta takes his handkerchief out of his bag to wipe his body and presents it to Isabella awkwardly.
"e…………?"
"Oh, no, that"
He tightened his expression, he said.
"Tears don't look good on cute girls"
Isabella that rounds eyes.
"Hah, what, what?"
Seeing Gusta in such a wind, her tears stop right.
Suddenly Isabella laughed. Gusta's gaze is drawn to the smile.
"Oh, um, this ..."
"Thank you"
Gusta hands the handkerchief to Isabella. Two fingers touched slightly.
The outside of the window glows brilliantly, is momentarily delayed, and a large thunder cries.
It was raining.
Without stopping, all the time.
I hated the sound of the rain, and every time I heard it, Isabella felt sad.
However--
I can't hear it anymore.
The violent thunder blows away the rain and echoes in her heart.
"I'll give it."
"Eh, but ..."
"It's cheap.
Gustav waved and turned his heels.
Slowly its back moves away.
No, Isabella thought.
I have to chase. Do not lose sight of him.
I was thinking vaguely for some reason.
But I didn't know what to do. I don't know how to stop it.
All I have to say is that if she doesn't call, he will not look back and will leave.
Much, all the time. I don't even know why, but I felt like that.
He is the one who can't wait.
She steps hard with her trembling legs as if driven by an urge.
It was that time. He opened the door and looked back at Isabella.
"Uh, um ..."
Gustave said, shyly.
"Young lady. Which direction is your house?"
"e……?"
"Aren't you in the rain? If you're in a hurry, come in?"
Gusta pointed at her umbrella.
"Ah……"
For an instant she looks at the umbrella on the floor. I pushed it with my feet and hid it behind the scenes.
“……… Yeah… umbrella …… no…”
Isabella walks to Gusta.
If she had to say something more, she would desperately worry about her head.
However, I can't think of any smart lines.
She came near Gusta and was impatient and ran away.
"... this is that ... not a pick-up ...?"
"No, no, no idiot, what are you saying?"
Easy to understand, Gusta reveals upset. The bottom was exposed.
"Oh, I'm not boasting, but I'm not the one who was born and called out to my girl!"
Isabella screams. Then I laughed softly.
Gusta is once again gazing at the angelic smile.
"I'm over there. Are you okay?"
Isabella points to his home.
"Oh, okay. I'm just over there."
Gusta's umbrella spreads and Isabella is shy.
The rain legs were weakening a little more than before.
"But it looks like you're used to it."
In the rain, while walking with his umbrella, Isabella makes a funky smile.
"What is it?"
"Nampa"
"Well, that's what, because I did countless brain practice exercises!"
"Only practice?"
"Well, what the hell is it? After all, it's like this. The romance of a man who would dating with lightning speed with a dashing persuasion complaint."
Isabella thinks hmm. The man's romance was not well understood.
"A romantic encounter?"
"Yes, that's right. Well, but in front of the pretty girl, my feet shrugged and I couldn't come up with any persuasion."
He saw him laughing lightly at mercy, and for some reason Isabella was entangled and laughed.
Why. I don't feel like I met for the first time.
She thought that way, and naturally spoke words.
"So, thank you for practicing Nampa?"
Gusta rounds his eyes. She pointed at her.
"In me"
"I'm really serious ...?"
Isabella, who proposed, was more surprised at the terrible bite.
If it was an ordinary girl, it might have been Don. But she was glad that somehow.
"Yeah, really."
"I'm afraid of lightning"
Gusta says, with a nihil and an ennui atmosphere.
Full power from the beginning, fully open from Noke. The overflowing delusion pick-up had already begun.
"I don't know if a man is afraid of lightning, so I never told anyone."
Gusta says to play a shady man. Isabella asked, thinking he was weird.
"Why are you scared?"
"Maybe I'm a reincarnation of thunder."
Unexpectedly Isabella gushes out.
I've been argued by a variety of guys, but I've never heard such a complaint before.
"It's like a thunder, like a thunder. When I was jagged, it hurt everyone to touch."
It was fun, so Isabella decided to continue.
"Yes, so?"
"So why not?"
Gusta looked up at the sky and stared at the rain clouds.
Pretentious, he says.
"Every time I hear thunder, I think I'm afraid that I'm going to be self-afraid and remember that I'll be back again."
For a moment, the distant sky glowed and thunder roared.
"I don't know why, but it was just fine."
Staring straight at the thunder, Gusta squinted.
"Even though thunder was sounding, I could only hear the gentle rain. The thunder that had hit my head all the time seemed to finally stop sounding ..."
Words fall naturally from his mouth.
"I was waiting for this day ..."
Isabella stops.
Gusta also stopped.
"Oh no, what are you saying ..."
"Wow"
Isabella shook his head gently.
"... I know ... I was like that ..."
Isabella's gaze is sucked into his eyes.
I thought I couldn't tell anyone such a stupid thing. I thought everyone would laugh.
But if this person-
"The sound of the rain has stopped. Since I met you"
"Ah……"
He gently looked back at Isabella looking up.
"I was just afraid. So I'm usually scared and I can't say a voice, but I'm going to regret not calling me ..."
The warm feeling overflows.
"Hey, if you say this ... you might think it's weird ..."
"I don't feel like meeting for the first time."
Why. Isabella nodded, ignorant of meaning, almost crying.
"……Yup……"
What has really happened?
I must have met for the first time.
Why. How his words echo in my heart.
"Do you think fate is there?"
I'm glad and glad that such a common dispute complains.
I wanted to hear more, more.
I wanted more, more.
From his mouth, the words seem nothing.
"If fate, when?"
"... That's right ..."
Gusta opens his mouth quietly, listening to the pouring rain.
"Well, since I was born ..."
"Yup"
"Oh no, it's fate, before I was born, about two thousand years ago."
"Two thousand years ago?"
"No, no, not even more, long ago."
The sky flickers with lightning.
Gusta's eyes, dyed purple for a moment, looked at her very tenderly.
"I've been waiting 700 million years ago."
A drop of water falls from Isabella's eyes.
There was a girl who kept watching the battle of the ghosts, who had nothing to say.
She dreamed of having a gentle and healthy child in an ordinary family and calm days, she fell in love with the ghost and abandoned it all.
If you have this feeling, you don't need anything.
What I hoped was his calm as he continued to fight.
But still only one. Something she couldn't give up.
The ghost does not speak-
He can't say anything.
know. Even if I don't say, I know his feelings.
I know.
I told him so many times, but I was still worried a lot.
Did he really love himself?
Just one word, that word made me want to hear at the very last moment.
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