Extraordinary – Ordinary – Soap!

Left my feelings behind, my days went by ruthlessly.

The air and water seem to increase the coolness and cut themselves. The landscape turns white and there is constant snow from the thick clouds.

Here, they say, once you save food during the winter months, most people don't go out much anymore. Close to Killiest Here, demons have traveled on a daily basis in the past, and you all didn't seem to like going outside very much.

Even now that the demonic threat has left, it seems to remain a custom, and even in the seemingly singing wind of freedom, the villagers tend to cling to their homes. In the mood to be as caged as possible, I thankfully and sweetly embraced those customs and was still in the house I rented today.

"While!

On this day I was doing laundry in my room. At this time of year, if I dry it outside, the laundry will freeze, so I will imitate it too.

I really care about the smell when I dry it in my room, so I'll soak it in hot water before washing it. After a while of soaking, I learned from Mr. Kikka that the smell was different when I washed as usual, after I became a launderer.

I spent about six short years in Artad, but my days there did remain in me (...). Even though I am a Notte now, Lucia's past will show its face in everyday life.

If you're doing your laundry, everyone in the laundry department, if you're cooking, you'll have a traveling companion. When I see a fish, Erik smiles, and when I sleep, I remember the days I talked to Maria.

Because I (...) am alive.

I tried to forget the past I had lived as Lucia because Lucia was dead, but I finally understood that the past was more inseparable than I was living.

People can't live without losing their past. Unless you lose your memory, the past is definitely in you. I can't fool myself by pretending to forget the past.

I applied soap to the laundry I gave you from the hot water and began to wash it. Now, I can't clean any dirt anymore, but the moves you taught me still remain in me, and I can remove most of the dirt on my own that I do on a daily basis.

When I do this, I feel like nothing's changed. The “notte” time I've spent here has indeed accumulated in me, and now it's enough to react normally even when I'm called in. But just as much -- no, the days I spent as a "Lucia” more than that remain intense.

Recently, I have finally come to think of the nostalgic people, who will be in Artad.

Gino to Kikka, Rossella and Gina. Are you all doing well?

The story of the Virgin's return has not reached this village, but is Maria still in this world?

That's how I think of all sorts of people, but the last thing I think about it was regret.

You know how many promises you couldn't fulfill and how commonly you assumed the future would come. When your mother died, you should have known that tomorrow was not the norm, but at some point I seemed to forget it.

Promise to work with you again.

Promise to drop him off when you leave.

Promise that I'll make you a fish pie wrap.

Promise to disturb your house.

All kinds of promises are caught in my heart, but what really makes me feel the most painful was the promise of bringing the future together.

If you can't spend time with me, you should have taken care of your time around more.

If you won't be able to call your name, you should have called it by whatever name you wanted.

If there's going to be a day when I'm going to be cut off from my thoughts, I should have told him that I love a lot more.

You like me,

who I have become fond of.

Protect me,

Someone who made up his mind to be my family.

Like running water that has been retrieved, it has been lost from my palm.

I touched the only thing left of me. It fits in your left arm. It tells your fingers the same sharpness you had that day.

Will one day there be a laughable day to hear after him in King's Capital?

Even so, that wasn't now, and I also didn't know if fulfilling it would bring such a day.