Read Novel Full Volume 5 Chapter 222, Until Silva Gets Used To It_2 (: Grey)
Volume 5 Chapter 222, Until Silva Gets Used To It_2 (: Grey)
Translator: Nonon
Proofreader: Silavin
POV: Gray
“—Beautiful.”
In the past I couldn’t understand the concept of beauty in relation to living things: women or men.
I don’t know if it was because my food was stolen whenever I let my guard down, because I got sold by people who I thought were my friends and was kept as a pet (and beaten) by the previous Lord without ever being let outside. Anyway, I just couldn’t understand what “pretty” or “beautiful” meant.
Even after being taken in by Lord Clo, I still felt a certain admiration for nature and envy towards Lord Clo, but beauty and loveliness remained mere words for me.
But it was around this time a few years ago when I first understood that the word ‘beautiful’ was not just a fragment of imagination. It was at this same exact spot, when the air was still and the light was just beginning to seep in.
I don’t know if it was Lady Mary or Lord Silva who uttered the word ‘beautiful’. In my heart, I agreed with the sentiment that had just unknowingly slipped out of their mouth.
“—Our God, I am pleased to report that we have once again welcomed a peaceful morning.”
Lady Cyan was offering a prayer in the church chapel.
The way she prayed quietly, without her usual cheerful demeanor, was so beautiful that she embodied the very essence of the word ‘beautiful’ as I had first seen it.
I once thought that maybe it was just her appearance that made her look that way, so I had Lady Apricot do the same thing. However, while it was beautiful, it was a different kind of beauty from the current Lady Cyan. According to Lady Apricot:
“It’s because the one offering the prayers is the devout Ms. Cyan that the scenery in front of you seems so beautiful.”
Those were her words.
As Lord Silva continued to look at Lady Cyan, Lady Apricot explained the same thing she had once explained to me.
“So even if Ms. Mary did the same thing, it won’t necessarily be as beautiful, Mr. Silva.”
“Ugh.”
…It seemed like Lord Silva was thinking the same thing as I was, albeit reluctantly. Caught off guard at having his thoughts read, his words faltered a little, and he timidly looked towards Lady Mary, who smiled back when she realized he was looking at her. And having been seen through, Lord Silva blushed and looked down.
“He’s like a little boy who got teased by the older girl in the neighborhood.”
Seeing this, Kriem muttered quietly.
It was true that Lady Mary and Lord Silva do not look to be of the same age, and Lady Mary looks more mature.
…I wonder if it’s her height after all. I would like to be as tall as Lord Clo in the future… But, Lady Apricot, who’s someone I respect, is shorter than Lord Silva but looks more mature. On the other hand, Brown is taller than Lord Clo, but he does not seem like an adult.
I wonder what makes one look mature?
“Oh, good morning. Ray and Cottie, and everybody else. What’s up so early in the morning?
As I was thinking about what it means to be an adult, Lady Cyan, who had just finished praying, noticed us and walked towards us, her face returning to the usual expression. After we returned her greeting, Lady Cyan noticed Lord Silva and called out to him.
“Uh, Silva… was it? Were you fine after yesterday’s accident? Sorry I got all in your business like that.”
“No, I… I was not hurt so I am fine. Besides, my magical powers are quite unique, so it’s not surprising that Sister Sears would be suspicious of me. I am truly sorry for the trouble I have created.”
“You don’t have to force yourself to talk so politely and you don’t have to change how you address yourself either…. Yeah, looking at it again, it seems I was mistaken, so I’m the one who’s sorry.
In response to Lord Silva’s humble, polite tone, Lady Cyan offered a respectful apology.
Seeing this, Lord Silva seemed to have a different impression of Lady Cyan than before, and although he was slightly bewildered by her attitude, he accepted the apology sincerely, and they apologized to each other.
…When Lord Silva bowed his head, he inexplicably froze for an instant when he glanced at Lady Cyan’s legs, then shook his head. I wonder what was that about?
“So, let me ask again: Are you here to observe? Repent? Convert? Preach? Physical conversation (exercise)?”
“Wasn’t there something weird at the end?”
“Just your imagination… Are you… sightseeing Shiki? You seemed to be trying to do that yesterday too.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly right. With me as the guide. Mr. Clo has some complicated matters to discuss with his Siblings, so I decided to show them around.”
Lady Apricot answered Lady Cyan’s question and everybody started to talk.
Listening to them, it seemed Lady Apricot wanted to dispel Lady Cyan’s image? And while she was at it, she also wanted to introduce Lady Mary to the Father she had not met yet. However, it appeared that would be away for a while due to some business. Hearing this, Lady Cyan sighed dejectedly, saying “I can’t even spend time with Father, and I miss his meals.”
“That’s why, I was planning to go to Clo’s house later to mooch on breakfast, but if his Siblings are here, I wouldn’t want to get in their way.”
“Hmm, then I’ll share what I made. I was planning to have it for lunch, but I made a little too much. I think it’ll be fine to share it for breakfast instead.”
‘What? Cottie’s food?! Yay!”
Lady Apricot took out some food from the bag she was carrying, lightly wrapped it in cloth she was also carrying, and handed it to Lady Cyan.
“You know, is it really okay… for a nun to beg for food…?”
“She often comes along when the Father isn’t here. So at those times, we make food for each of us, plus one extra.”
“You’re used to it, aren’t you…”
“Lady Cyan is not very good at cooking.”
“I don’t think that’s the problem here.”
Although she’s not good at it, it’s not like she can’t cook at all.
However, it seems the overall result is rather “messy”, and cleaning up the cooking utensils becomes quite a hassle (like the damaged cutting boards), so it’s decided that coming to our residence is quicker. Though she’s saying that she’s mooching off of us, but she makes sure to express her gratitude so Lord Clo doesn’t say anything.
“Actually, this might be rude, but… for Sister to be this happy, can Apricot even cook? I feel like she’d be talking about ‘dark energy’ even while cooking.”
“Lady Apricot is probably the best or the second best cook in Shiki.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
By the way, the contender for the top spot as the best cook is Father Snow White. I would like to join that competition one day.
“…”
“”Hm, what’s wrong, Gray?
“Oh, nothing. Lady Cyan said earlier that she was lonely because she couldn’t spend time with Father Snow White…”
“She did say that. Judging from how she acts, she must like the Father.”
“Yes, I know that, however, I feel like I haven’t seen her interact with him much…”
“I don’t really understand, but you probably shouldn’t press further… Somehow, I understand how she feels.”
In response to my question, Lord stopped me from pursuing that line of thought any further, as if he understood something. I wonder why.
“Ah, but I was going to get Clo to sew clothes for me… oh well, I guess it can wait until tomorrow.”
“Wait, Mr. Clo sews your clothes too, Cyan?”
“Yup. I’m not good at sewing and whatever Clo sews fits my body miraculously well… but I don’t pay attention, he’ll make the slit too shallow, so I have to adjust it myself!”
“You’ll make Mr. Clo cry. A pattern maker would be particular about things like that, so maybe it would be better for you to make adjustments from the start, Cyan.”
“Hmph, Riem, my hands are for breaking things…!”
“Ahaha, I’m not sure about that.”
I don’t quite understand, but it seems that people have things they’re suited or unsuited for, and Lord Cyan seems to be relying on Lord Kuro. If that’s the case, it’s wonderful.
As I felt proud that Lord Kuro was relied upon, Lord Silva asked me in a small voice.
“Hey, can your Father sew clothes too?”
“Yes, Lord Clo is a professional when it comes to sewing clothes. Um… He sewed all the clothes we wore to the school festival before.”
“Huh, really?… I only had a quick look at them, but they looked either ready-made or tailored…”
Hearing this, Lord Silva looked at Lady Cyan with a slightly complicated expression, then at Lady Apricot. Then quietly,
“I guess it’s not good to judge people by first impressions… I was also looked at with that kind of prejudice, so I tried to avoid doing the same myself, but I guess I still have a long way to go…”
He muttered to himself.
He didn’t seem to be talking to anyone in particular, and simply talked quietly to himself.
“Mr. Silva, by the way, my clothes are also custom made by Mr. Clo.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, he takes all my measurements and makes clothes that fit me perfectly! Thanks to him, I have an amazing Dark Magic Armor! He even remakes it every year as I grow, so I really can’t thank him enough.”
“…So he takes the girls’ measurements and makes their clothes… but he needs that information to make clothes… I hope he doesn’t have any weird intentions…”
“…That’s true. Mr. Clo knows my height, chest size, waist and hip measurements, inseam, and BP gap… it’s complicated, but it’s all important for making clothes, and not only does Mr. Clo have no ulterior motives, he’s so serious about his work that even the slightest suspicion would be rude…”
“BP gap..?”
“By the way, my underwear is also custom-made by Mr. Clo. I’m sure he’ll make underwear for you too if you ask, and if you want to give Ms. Mary underwear as a gift, he can custom-make that too. I think it would make her happy.”
“No, I don’t think it’s right to give underwear as a gift to somebody of the opposite sex if you’re not romantically involved with them. Even I can tell that much.”
“Hmm, I think Chartreuse would have had it made and sent to Ms. Mary just from hearing that she’d be happy about it… do you sympathize with that, Silva?”
“No, surely that’s something… he would definitely do. He’d probably go all out.”
“Right?”
When Lady Apricot mentioned that even the clothes she wore were specially made by Lord Clo, Lord Silva looked at her garments with keen interest and admiration. And they chatted happily.
Watching them, I felt that strange sensation again for some reason. …Perhaps I still haven’t fully recovered from my cold. If it continues like this, it might be better to rest
Author’s note:
BP gap: measurement from the top of your shoulder to the fullest point of your bust. A fairly important measurement for creating clothes with beautiful lines. Naturally, Clo also knows Violet’s measurements which he had Cyan measure to make the dress, but he has no impure thoughts about it. He had a few at first, but he banged his head against a big tree once to shake them off.
Note 2
“I think Chartreuse would have had it made and sent to Ms. Mary just from hearing that she’d be happy about it”
Conclusion: Chartreuse would try to do it.
He would try, but upon reflection, he would lament that he didn’t know her sizes, would attempt to ask but fail to get a proper answer, and ultimately give up without sending it.