Part III The adopted woman of the lord
Orphan treatment and town survey
......What should I do. Franc's patience bag has run out.
I wasn't angry like this when I was scolded by Delia for being sweet and when I was scolded for my distance from Gil.
I knew Fran served me well, but I wasn't the priest's head for Fran yet, and I didn't think Fran would be so angry with the rudeness of the orphans to me.
Finding an obvious frightening color on Thor's face, I panic and stop Fran.
"Fran, that's it. Enough"
"But Rosemine"
Although he split between the two, Fran tries to get out one step ahead, probably because his anger has not subsided.
"I know you got angry because of me. Thank you, Fran. Your hands hurt?"
It was my fault that caused Fran, who had never used violence, to raise his hand. I grabbed Fran's sleeve and stopped, wrapping my red palm in my hands.
Seeing Fran's gaze in his hands, I called Thor holding his cheek hit by Fran and Rick trying to protect everyone.
"Thor, Rick. I can painfully understand the desire to protect your family. And I will understand the insecurity and anxiety that came to a world where my common sense could not be understood at all."
I've seen many different worlds from the Reno era and the world, craftsmen and merchants, downtown and temples, commoners and aristocrats, temples and aristocrats, common sense and perspectives. I don't know what to do and how frustrating I am, and I know how difficult it is to reconcile new and existing values.
"But you're not alone? You can spend all your time together without having to sleep together?"
As I continued, "Nora and Marte are never sold." Thor blinks his blue eyes slowly, just as he realized the words for the first time.
"If it's good to be together, it's okay to have it in the dining room. But I wonder if Nora and Marte can feel better resting in a room in a women's building where men can never enter, rather than sleeping in a dining room where anyone can enter. What do you guys think? "
Thor desperately claims to protect his sister, but he hasn't heard the opinions of Nora and Marte. When I looked at them, Nora once gently laid down her long eyelashes.
"Thor, I'll sleep in the girls' wing, so go to the men's wing."
"My sister !?"
"I hate the dining room. I can't sleep where a stranger might wander. I want to sleep with peace of mind after a long time. Understand."
The accumulation of fatigue in Nola's pale smile makes it easy to see how tense each day has been. Thor bit his lips with a little regret.
"I too ... sleep with Nora, older brother"
Marte desperately said, pulling Rick's sleeve as he knew it. It seems unusual to make his own claim, and Rick surprised, with his eyes rounded, overlooking Marte.
"Are you okay?"
"... Yeah, I'm not so scared here."
Marte smiles a little and releases Rick's sleeve.
When Nola and Marte both wanted to sleep in the girls' wing, neither Toor nor Rick could say anything more, and he seemed convinced.
"Then, explain the other facilities ..."
