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.