Urban Amnesiac Angels || BTS

3: Mission Impossible

I stepped inside the cottage, wrinkling my eyebrows at the unfamiliar room, "You changed it again?"

He answered from behind me, "Just had an inspiration to."

"But still, Japanese?!"

"What's the problem? I like the way they arrange their flowers."

"How is that even related to changing your house's style!"

"It's not."

"....."

Let me explain. Unlike popular opinion, Father doesn't actually live in the palace just beyond the gardens. The palace houses the throne room and numerous other rooms for other official purposes, so He only goes there whenever he needs to make decisions as the Ruler of the Heavens. *Insert climax drum music*

However, when He's being the goofy clumsy person He is, He stays in a little cottage near the gardens. He doesn't like to stay in extravagant places much. The look and interior of the cottage changes according to His whim, kinda like how Howl's Castle changed it's appearance based on how its owner wanted it to be in the movie 'Howl's Moving Castle' Cordelia and I watched some time ago.

It's a nice movie, by the way. Witches and all. I recommend it.

"Don't you like it?" He asked me in a sad tone, looking at the surroundings with puppy eyes.

I resisted myself from rolling my eyes. All Behold, the Almighty God acting like a five year old who just got told that he can't have that chocolate.

"It's not about me liking it... aren't you better off in a room with a cozy armchair and a roaring fire in the fireplace?" I looked at Him in concern. It had been some time since Father had been continuously complaining of body pain and fatigue.

He didn't answer and just patted the mat while sitting down himself. I snorted and plopped down, fully determined to not let Him off the hook so easily this time, "Did you take the medicine the healers prescribed you?"

"Er, yes?"

"Then why do I see a box of them that needed to be finished a month ago, chilling on your table?"

At the mention, He quickly picked it up and hid it behind his back.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Father, ple-"

"My, is the Soul Bringer actually worried about another's wellbeing?" He gently smiled at me, "You have surely grown up a lot these few years."

I simply stared at Him with a blank face. Way to shut me up.

"Tea?" He asked me, struggling to stand up. I shook my head and pulled him down, "You know I prefer coffee. Let me make some tea for you, instead."

I walked over to the kitchen.

"You can make tea now?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, "Wow, who taught you that? Cordelia?"

Cordelia? Seriously? I rolled my eyes. That egghead doesn't even know how to make lemonade.

"No."

"Then?"

"Jophiel taught me a long time ago."

Not looking up at the silence that welcomed my words, I picked up the tray and put it before him, "Chamomile tea."

"Thank you."

I nodded and looked outside. Some parts of the garden could be seen from the open door. A sudden question arose in my mind.

"Why did you let the garden turn into a wilderness?" I asked, perplexed. The Father I knew would always be particular about having immaculately maintained gardens.