Chapter 51: Auguste Ignitia’s Diary
First day of April, 1877
Finally, one of my dragons hatched.
There are no signs that the other two eggs will hatch, and I heard the adults saying that it is an evil omen.
I want to run away from here and hide in the secret room.
By the way, is there really an angel?
(They were written in very small characters at the bottom of the page)
On a certain day in May, 1877
I asked about angels.
The being called ‘angel’ seems cannot be an angel if their true identity is exposed.
I asked for the reason, but it seems that person also didn’t know about it.
So it seems that you should pretend not to notice an angel even if you knew that they are an angel.
In that case, it can’t be helped but to go along with it and pretend.
I wish there was someone who would feign ignorance about my own true identity.
On a certain day in January, 1878
Does a dragon knight who cannot ride a dragon and fly in the sky has a reason to exist?
Then ‘I wonder if an angel that cannot fulfill your wish has any reason to exist’, that person replied.
Isn’t it cowardly to reply a question with a question?
Recently, I always find myself in the cathedral whenever I have bad things happened to me.
On a certain day of June, 1880
I found a small light.
She is a small alchemist who came from the west.
When I tried to tell that person, she said that this is love.
But, why does it feel kind of inappropriate to express this feeling in a single word?
I wish that the star who came from a distant place can become mine now.
(A strikethrough line has been drawn from the top of the description)
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Auguste was leaning against a pillar of the cathedral and stood there.
He relied on the few lights that were shining in the dimly lit room and flipped through the pages of the diary in his hand.
Auguste felt a strange gap in his memory after a series of big uproots that took place on the day of the tournament.
He felt a faint discomfort and a deep sense of loss.
Looking for an answer for his unreasonable loneliness that he believed as only his imagination, he reread his diary after reaching a conviction.
“Angels……huh……”
In the diary, there were written discussion about angels, events that took place behind the history, advices on how to connect with the dragons, etc. that he exchanged with a mysterious person.
The name and identity of that person was completely written in an ambiguous manner.
However, when he first read the descriptions such as the history interpretation that felt as if the person had witnessed the events, knowledge of theology, and the events of hundreds of years ago, it felt as if the person was a real angel.
It was absurd.
It would have been more realistic to think that Auguste had an imaginary friend who he created to survive his own difficult circumstances.
But, he couldn’t think that it was just an imaginary friend.
Auguste felt an apparent difference in personality between himself and the person who he wrote about in the diary.
That person sometimes felt like an older sister, sometimes like a teacher, and other times felt like a friend.
She knew things that Auguste didn’t know, and she also took actions that Auguste couldn’t predict.
Surely, there used to be an angel here.
But there was no one here anymore.
A sense of nostalgia and loneliness got stuck in his chest.
Auguste closed the diary, he thought of his friend who he couldn’t remember any longer, and was about to run away towards the empty sky.
“Mrreow~”
A cry of a cat echoed and broke the gloomy atmosphere.
Before he knew it, there was a golden cat near Auguste’s feet.
“Huh? What are you doing alone in a place like this, are you lost?”
Auguste held his hands on both sides of the cat and hugged her.
Whether it was due to exhaustion or because the cat was longer than he expected, Auguste’s face unintentionally broke into a smile.
“You, I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere.
Do that person own a cat?”
“Meow?”
The cat narrowed her eyes in a carefree way as she was being held.
She was a charming cat that wasn’t afraid of people.
When he looked carefully, a leather collar was wrapped around her neck.
In front of Auguste, the charms in the shape of a star and a wave that were attached on her collar were swaying.
“Aah, indeed……I thought that I had seen you somewhere before.”
“Mrreow~”
Escaping from his arms like a magic trick, the cat landed on the floor soundlessly.
Auguste looked back on the direction the cat was running towards.
“Greetings, Auguste-sama.”
A girl stood under the bright light falling from the stained glass.
It was the daughter of Duke of Aurelia, Erica.
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