Ch. 1: Art...?
Kingdom of Fresian in the Land of Art, Month of Stars…-
My foot steps crunched over the snow-covered surface…
Invited by Prince Medi, I had arrived in Fresian in the Land of Art.
(I can finally see the castle…the snow is so deep.)
??: “Hold!”
OO: “!?”
A voice suddenly came from beneath my feet, and in surprise I dropped what I was carrying.
Immediately, a man popped up from the ground beside me.
(Did he fall?)
OO: “Are you alright?”
??: “That was close…a wonderful piece of art has been created beneath your feet!”
(So it was Medi…)
Medi: “You very nearly ruined it.”
(Art…)
I looked beneath my feet, and saw distinct tracks as if someone had fallen down.
Medi: “That’s right, it was etched into the snow by my own beautiful self!”
(So, basically you fell.)
OO: “Um…”
I spoke up nervously, and he froze.
Medi: “You don’t have to speak…my art leaves one so deeply moved that they are at a loss for words, yes?”
He smiled in satisfaction, his cheeks flushed red and his hair in disarray.
(He really is quite peculiar…)
Ch. 2: In Front of the Hearth
Medi: “It’s cold…”
Having returned to the room, Medi was shivering in front of the hearth.
(Of course you’re cold, all things considered.)
Medi: “Despite that, I was again able to create a beautiful piece of art today! First thing tomorrow I must present it to the commoners.”
(But…)
OO: “Since the snow is still falling, won’t it have disappeared by tomorrow?”
Medi: “Whaaat!? Ah yes…I suppose so….”
He became crestfallen, and I somehow felt guilty.
OO: “Ah, w-well it might still be there!”
Medi: “You think so!? You really do? Well, of course! You truly are a woman who understands the arts!”
Medi proudly stuck out his chest.
OO: “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
Medi: “No, it’s alright…anyway…
Medi let out a great sigh.
Outside the window, the snow continued to fall.
I sent a tiny prayer to the sky… that the snow wouldn’t cover the place where Medi had fallen.
Ch. 3: Designer?
After a little time spent warming himself in front of the fire, Medi stood up as if he’d remembered something.
Medi: “That’s right. I have a present to give you! It’s something I designed specifically for you.”
Saying so, he went to the closet and pulled out something that was difficult to describe…
(T-this is…)
Medi: “What’s wrong? C-could it be…it’s too beautiful for words!?”
(Is this…something a caveman would wear…?)
I was at a loss for words, and Medi, being quite eccentric, peered into my face.
Medi: “Honestly, say something.”
OO: “T-thank you…”
Medi: “Think nothing of it.”
He gave a satisfied smile.
OO: “I-I’ll treasure it.”
Medi: “You don’t have to hold back from expressing how beautiful it is!”
He flashed his teeth with a smile.
Medi: “Regardless of what you say or don’t, you should hurry and try it on!”
OO: “…”
Medi: “What? there’s no need to hold back.”
OO: “Well I… I’d like to save it for a special occasion.”
Medi: “Are you just being shy?”
Medi: “You are so modest. Very well, I shall make more for you.”
Gladly saying so, Medi took a sewing box and fabric from a large shelf.
(Oh dear…)
As he excitedly began to choose fabric, I could only stand there blinking.