Somehow I raised a prince

Chapter 4

So here is part 4! I really enjoy reading and listening to music so I hope again you enjoy the content! (๑╹ω╹๑ )
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It was not long after the moon rose in the night sky that Adele brought Sigmund out of the barn.

Looking back and forth, all the lights in the house were off.

After confirming that his uncle, aunt and two cousin sisters were all asleep, Adele left the house.

Since it is the end of summer and chilly at night, I put a small knee blanket to cover Sigmund, milk for snacks, and blueberries in a basket and held Sigmund in my arms while holding a basket.

Sigmund, who is 10 days old but apparently looks like a five-year-old child, had better walking and tireless stamina than children of that age, but his legs were as short as those of that age.

Sigmund, who trudged, could not follow Adele's steps.
So Adele took Sigmund in her arms and moved her feet to the hill.

(If I want to go from home to the hill, I have to walk a little further past the water tree and across the small stream.)

Adele smiled as she watched Sigmund whispering in her arms.

Adele was happy to have Sigmund, who smiled with her and went to see the fireflies at night. Ten days spent with Sigmund were as happy as in a dream.

(Whenever I woke up in the middle of the night and looked down into my arms, I could see Sigmund buried his face in my chest, and fell asleep.)

(... In the past, I was envious of the dolls that Anna and Mina had. I once envied a doll made of pretty cloth filled with thick cotton that I wanted to hug and sleep with it, but now I was not envious of anything.)

Because there is Sigmund.
Sigmund is therefore a jewel that cannot be exchanged for anything in Adele.

Adele thought Sigmund's sparkling purple eyes looking at her would be more beautiful than any jewel in the world.

Adele, of course, has never seen a real gem.
Neither did Mrs. Miller, his aunt, have such luxuries.
Perhaps only the ladies of the capital or the wives of the village's rich family have such real gems.

Adele wasn't the kind of thing that dared to be greedy.

"We're here."

Crossing the stream and walking a little further, a low hill appeared. Small sloths of twilight flowed down the hill, and large and small trees grew quite dense around it.

There was a lot of fireflies in this small forest that stood on a hill.

Adele, who was scolded and kicked out by her aunt last summer, had come all the way here.

It was a night when the moon didn't even rise, so she burst into tears because she was afraid to cry alone, when the light of the soft fireflies flying around stopped the tears in Adele's eyes.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have come this far in the middle of the night.

(Ever since then, I've come out to see these fireflies.)

This was, of course, the first time with Sigmund.
Sigmund has only seen the occasional fireflies flying around the barn.

But around this forest, he can see a star-flowing firefly.

"Adele, Adele."

In his arms Sigmund sang Adele hard.

"What's wrong, Sigmund?"