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The

Auto-Memories Dolls’ holiday was ending peacefully.

How to

spend the end of summer was mostly commonplace – watching the trees outside by

the windowsill during the morning, taking strolls with an umbrella around the

neighborhood at noon, reading books under the shade of trees at evening, and

preparing for the next journey at night. When no one was looking, she would

dismantle and reconstruct guns, as well as throw knives at leaves falling from

trees in order not to let her arms become lax. But essentially, she was

enveloped in serenity. That was the result of her adoptive mother’s influence in

treating her like a child.

There were

not many who would purposefully attempt to break her silence in the first

place. After all, she was someone who instilled the feeling of nervousness in

others. She had a reticent and cold beauty. She could cause time and people in

her surroundings to naturally stop.

“Violet.

You… are coming with me.”

She was not

someone suitable to invite to play.

The Flying Letters and the Auto-Memories Doll

(Part 1)

Located in

a narrow street away from the main avenue of Leidenschaftlich’s capitol city,

Leiden, a lone building protruded, reigning amongst several small shops lined

up together. The CH Postal Service was a fairly new company that had just

entered the mail industry.

A spire

with a light green dome-shaped roof and a weather-bird on top could be

considered the mark of said postal company. Surrounding the spire was a dark

green roof, and the outer walls were made of red bricks that had been sunburned

into a tasteful hue. On the arch-shaped entryway, where the agency’s name was printed

onto a steel plate in golden letters, there was a bell that produced a merry

sound whenever the doors were opened, so as to announce the arrival of

customers. Inside the building, a counter could be seen right upon entry, which

was specifically the reception desk of delivery items.

There were

three floors; the first one was the postal reception, the second was the office

and the spire of the third floor was the president’s residence. Currently, on

the second floor, the employees of the office were challenging themselves while

working desperately.

There was a

date called the “closing day” in the company. During it, all transactions,

reports related to them, invoices, proofs of payment and everything else involving

the operation of the company were neatly cleared up for the month. For the

clerks, it was a day of painful battling, as the closing work was added to their

regular work.

 “You said we’d go together, that you’d take me

there…”

Amidst the

scene of arduous fighting stood a young woman, directing a reproachful and

depressed gaze at Hodgins. She tightly held onto the hem of her clothes and bit

her lip as if to a.s.sert, “I am p.i.s.sed”.

She was a

beautiful woman with long dark hair and full of mature appeal. She wore an open

bustier, which displayed her rich chest without any reserve whatsoever and was

connected to her shoulder-to-elbow charcoal-gray inner garment. She also had on

a beads choker, a pendant, bangles, hand chain bracelets and rings made of precious

metals. Her leather hot pants were dyed blue and had golden cross-st.i.tches. Her

embroidery thread garter belt consisted of geometrical patterns and decorated

only the bare skin from the middle of her tights to her knee-high boots. She

was a person whose everything, from her outfit to her glossy beauty, was poison

to the eyes. However…

“No way, no

way! If you’re not taking me, I don’t want to go.”

…her

actions were that of a child. She was stomping her feet.

“No, I

mean, even if you say that, Cattleya…” Claudia Hodgins, the president of the

CH Postal Service, smiled stiffly at that att.i.tude. “Look at this mountain of paperwork.

It feels like it’s gonna hit me.”

On

Hodgins’s desk lay a pile of forms bearing a menace that really did seem as if

they were about to hit him. He was applying stamps on them while speaking. His examination

and approval were definite requirements for the various doc.u.ments made by

clerks. Perhaps because he blindly trusted the clerks, or because he lacked the

will to read, he was simply pus.h.i.+ng the papers over without confirming their

contents.

“President

Hodgins, give the doc.u.mentation to me once you are done with it. Please take a

look at these too.”

The

conversation was interrupted. A stack of paperwork was added to the pile.

“Ah, sorry,

Little Lux. Did you confirm all of them?”

The one who

had come in-between Cattleya and Hodgins was a girl with an innocent face. She

had lavender-gray hair trimmed slickly above her shoulders. Although she wore

gla.s.ses, upon a closer look, one would be able to see that the color of her

eyes was different on each side. It was a conservative stereotype, but the scarf

around her neck and gold berretta attached to the side of her head were subtle traits

of a professional lady.

“I did. The

ones revised have tags on them. Please check them.”

Lux Sibyl,

the girl who used to be wors.h.i.+pped as a demiG.o.d by a religious group in an

isolated island, was now working uprightly at the CH Postal Service.

“Thank you.

My secretary is the best. Even as an understatement, I love you.”

Lux replied

with a hopeless expression to the lady-killer wink shot at her, “Enough of

flattery, just please get your… get your arm moving. If only I had stopped

you that time… Going on a trip with a stage actress… It was so obvious that

you’d soon break up anyways… That time… if only I…”

“How cruel.

You just hurt my heartbroken self even more, Little Lux…”

“If only I

had made you do your work even if I had to tie you up, this wouldn’t have…”

Since his

secretary acted as though she had become involved with some incident and was

inconsolable, Hodgins regained his seriousness. “I’m sorry. I’ll buy a stamping

machine.”

Lux then

spoke to Cattleya as if imploring, “And Cattleya. Please… don’t try to do

anything to stop President Hodgins. Everyone’s clocking-out depends on

President Hodgins’s progress. I want to go home as soon as possible today…”

The clerks that

were silently doing their jobs nodded in unison at Lux’s words. For them, the time

they would be set free from the office on that day was an extreme matter of

life and death. Cattleya had been pretending not to notice it, but a

concentrated pressure from withering occasional stares and voice tones pierced

her back with an unsaid “those who intend to meddle should leave”.

“What’s

with that…? Acting so arrogant just because you’re the secretary. President’s

secretary… how unfair. I wanna be a secretary too.”

“Cattleya,

you’re an Auto-Memories Doll, right? Isn’t that better? ‘Acting arrogant’, you

say… I was just stating that you may be on your day off, but we are in the

middle of work.”

Despite

having a young appearance, on the inside, Lux had grown into a completely

capable secretary. After having fled from the religious organization, she did

her best to repay Hodgins and the company that had taken her in.

“President,

leave the snacks for when you’re done with the doc.u.ments.”

Hodgins’s

hand, which had been attempting to take something from his desk’s drawer, retracted.

“What’s

with that? What’s with that? What’s with that?! This is because days off aren’t

defined for Auto-Memories Dolls, so there’s no helping it, right?”

Cattleya

was willing to continue the quarrel, but before she realized it, Lux was

answering the phone. The look in the latter’s eyes said “sorry about that”.

“I get it.”

It was

obvious at first glance that everyone in the company was busy. She was also

aware that she was disturbing them.

Nevertheless,

not aiming to give up, the Auto-Memories Doll Cattleya showed a printed

pamphlet to Hodgins, who had turned into the aforementioned stamping machine. “But

it’s only once a year… that we can go see the ‘Flying Letters’. I… I

already wrote a letter, and I didn’t invite anyone else because the President

said he would be taking me. I don’t want to go by myself. Attending a festival

all alone… isn’t that like a punishment?”

The words “Seventh

Aeronautical Exhibition” were written in it. Said exhibition would be held in

the maneuvering area of Leidenschaftlich’s army’s Air Force. It seemed to

consist of aerial maneuver demonstrations and public displays of the army and

the navy’s aircrafts, as well as private ones gathered by volunteers. The “Flying

Letters” that Cattleya had talked about was one of the programs. So-called “letters

of encouragement to whomever picks them”, collected from civilians, would be scattered

from the sky by elite pilots chosen from the army and navy. It was a romantic

event, in which the partic.i.p.ants were stimulated to send inspirational messages

to the strangers that would pick their letters, as well as to themselves. It

was the only festival on the continent in which letters fell from the sky. As

the description stated that the sixth exhibition had happened several years before,

it seemed the festival had been canceled for some time due to intensified wars.

She brought

the pamphlet closer as if to make him kiss it, causing Hodgins to sneeze.

“See, I

want to go too, Cattleya. But I had forgotten that today was the closing

day…”

Cattleya’s

eyebrows withdrew. Her amethyst orbs swerved with sadness. Her att.i.tude was

similar to a pup crying dejectedly.

A feeling

of guilt grew within Hodgins. “Don’t make such a face, my cute lady. The

festival involved in the exhibition will go on until nighttime, so I can join

on the way. I mean, I also want to let the employees clock out early and go to

the festival. But we won’t make it in time for the Flying Letters… I think. Well,

I don’t know, but yeah, most likely.”

“I will…

be alone until then?”

“Benedict…

is… in the middle of deliveries.”

“Never mind

him. Why are you mentioning his name?” Her face going red, Cattleya attempted

to overturn Hodgins’s desk. It was a strength that could never be imagined to

come from those slender arms.

Hodgins

hastily held back the desk. “Calm down, Cattleya. I get it. The only other

available person close to your age is… Little Lux. Show me the business

schedule of the employees.”

Although

she was in the middle of a phone call, Lux handed Hodgins a notebook while

talking cheerfully. The operational plans of the employees were registered in

it.

Hodgins

grinned. It was because he had found someone who seemed to be in a convenient

condition. “Aah, Little Violet is off-duty.”

“Eh?” A

slight rejection could be noted in Cattleya’s voice.

The mansion

was located beyond a path of trees. Reigning among flowerbeds of extravagant

colors with plants of several varieties in a luxurious and carefully tended

lawn, as well as a farm growing seasonal vegetables, was the Evergarden

residence, of which Patrick Evergarden was the current head. It was closer to

being a castle than a manor. It had chalky white walls and an ultramarine roof.

Its architecture was elegant and well-balanced, wholly symmetrical on both

sides, from the spires to the windows.

As a

gardener sighted Cattleya’s figure while she pa.s.sed by, he shouted, “Miss

Cattleya Baudelaire, right?”

Due to

Hodgins talking to them in advance, the gardener had accompanied her from the

gates to the mansion, and once she reached the porch, a butler had welcomed

her.

“She will be

here soon.”

As she

waited with nothing to do in an anteroom, before long, Violet Evergarden

appeared, just as the butler had said.

“Cattleya…?”

It was not only

because the ma.s.sively thick red carpet tended to erase footsteps. Violet had showed

herself without making a sound, dressed differently from her usual

Auto-Memories Doll outfit. Hair was loosely tied to one side and a flower hair

ornament dangled next to her face. The word “lovely” was perfect for her neat white

one-piece with blue flower patterns. The small flowers were not simply

dispersed, but had been designed to fall all the way down from the top of the

shoulders and middle of the chest. As Leidenschaftlich’s climate was still warm

even though it was the ending of summer, it seemed that one would be fine with

just a dress, yet she wore a dark blue cardigan. It was probably meant to hide her

artificial arms. The same old brooch stood on her chest.

“Heh, so

you normally dress like this. It’s kinda like a… little lady? Pretty cute.

How nice.”

Violet

replied, “It is my foster mother’s taste. More importantly, did something

happen?” Her blue eyes seemed to say, “What is the matter that caused you to

come all the way to my house? Answer quickly.”

“Yeah,

kinda…”

Cattleya

recalled her conversation with Hodgins. The hand that had been applying stamps

had stopped for once, and he had told her how to coax Violet, who was someone shrouded

in mystery, “Listen, if you’re going to persuade

Little Violet… you gotta say that… it’s a mission given to her by me.”

He had

seemed confident. Indeed, Violet gave off an impression of obedience and

chast.i.ty whenever she spoke to Hodgins. However, that was in a different manner

than how she probably treated other people.

——Honestly, this girl is so strange.

Cattleya

knew she was a former soldier. She had belonged to Leidenschaftlich’s army

along with Hodgins, the man Cattleya loved dearly. Amongst the members that

Hodgins, who was already an odd one himself, had gathered to work at CH Postal

Service, it was not so unlikely to have someone with a past of being an ex-militant

in her personal history.

However,

even without taking her history into consideration, Violet was a shady existence.

She never

showed a smile. Her speech was polite, yet she never once flattered anyone. With

that, she put a distance between herself and others, but did not show any signs

of despising loneliness, and was almost as a beautiful, heartless ent.i.ty made

of ice. That was how Cattleya saw her.

“You… know…

this… is something that had already been decided.”

That was

why she was anxious as to whether those magical words would have effect. Would

she listen to the order of anyone that not Hodgins? Even if she did listen,

would they have a fun time?

——Still, that’d be better than going to the

festival alone.

Rea.s.suring

her purpose, Cattleya opened her mouth, “Violet. You… are coming with me.

It’s a mission that President Hodgins gave you. Until the President joins me,

accompany me to the Aeronautical Exhibition.”

After she

spoke authoritatively, a few seconds of silence ensued.

The

straight-laced, taciturn, unsociable-looking and beautiful ice girl blinked,

her long lashes going up and down, many times before inquiring with a face that

seemed to express a question mark, “A… mission?”

“Yes, a

mission.”

“Is it…

really a mission?”

Cattleya

averted her gaze from the reflection of her own fl.u.s.tered figure in Violet’s

limpid blue orbs. “I-If… you think it’s a lie, you can ask President about

it.”

“No. Today

is the closing day and he must be busy, so I will refrain from making phone

calls. I understand. If it is a mission requested by the President, I will

accept it.” Along with being concerned about the closing day, unlike Cattleya,

she had the consideration of an adult for the workplace.

As she

received consent, Cattleya soon became nervous. She had a feeling that she was

talking to a machine, a fairy, or perhaps a ghost – some sort of indefinite

existence that she could not reach a mutual understanding with.

“Hey, will

you really go with me?”

“Yes.”

“Really,

really?”

“Really,

really.”

“You…

kinda don’t feel like you’re alive, but you are, right?”

“I am.”

“I’m just

asking this as a matter of course, but the President is very attached to you,

so are you lovers?”

“That is

not it.”

“What do you

think of Benedict?”

“Benedict? He

has high-rank combat abilities, and also has surprisingly leaders.h.i.+p skills.”

They were

quite rude questions, yet Violet answered them seriously without showing signs

of minding it. Cattleya immediately became lively with the various replies. She

let the joy take over her and started jumping on the spot.

“I’m

satisfied that our interests are consistent. Since it’s settled, go get ready!

Tell the people of the house that you’re going out. Also, Violet, get a writing

paper, envelope and fountain pen too. We’ll partic.i.p.ate in the Flying Letters,

after all.”

“‘Flying

Letters’… If I am correct, that was one of the custom programs of aerial

displays presented to the public by the army and navy, right?”

As expected

of a former soldier, she was knowledgeable.

Cattleya

asked if she had ever partic.i.p.ated, and Violet mutely shook her head. “I have

never watched it, but I have been told about it as a piece of information…”

Just who

had been the one to tell her? Violet did not reveal it.

“Cattleya,

is there nothing else necessary other than the writing paper and etcetera? Do I

have permission from President Hodgins to carry arms?”

“There’s no

need for weapons. What’s with you? That’s scary.”

“You said

it was a mission, so that came out on automatic.”

Violet did

not understand the limits of things, and Cattleya was sometimes perplexed by

her, but thankfully, the two of them were able to go outside together.

The maneuvering

area of Leidenschaftlich’s army’s Air Force was located far away from the capitol

city, Leiden. The directions to it were not too difficult. The easiest way to get

from capitol to it was either through riding shared horse carriages or trucks.

When getting off at the stop, a forested area surrounded by trees would be on

sight. It was a place so full of greenery that it would cause people that were

accustomed to cities to become worried for a second as to where they had ended

up, but there was nothing to fear. Crossing a paved forest road while relying

on signboards, they would shortly arrive at the maneuvering area, their

destination.

The entry

of ordinary citizens was prohibited during normal times, but there were no

restrictions during the Aeronautical Exhibition. Authorized eating and drinking

businesses established their shops around the exercise grounds and formed lined

stalls. The military facility changed completely and turned into a place of

festivities.

In the

venue a.s.sembled men and women of all ages. Families of people involved in the army

and navy personnel, general partic.i.p.ants, avid airplane lovers who had come

from distant places yearning to see the aerial displays, and many others. There

were mostly males in the male-female ratio. Young girls like Violet and

Cattleya could be considered minorities.

“Amazing,

it’s so big. They normally practice here too… Look! Fighters? Are those

fighters?” Cattleya did not hide her surprise at the warplanes being exhibited.

“That’s a

reconnaissance plane, the Ptarmigan.” Meanwhile, Violet gave the exact name of

the units. “Both the army and the navy each have Air Forces, but from the names

of the planes, one can tell right away which of the two they belong to. The

army names theirs after birds. It seems the navy names theirs after sea

animals.”

The mysterious,

beautiful women eagerly discussing about warplanes appeared peculiar to some

extent.

Since the maneuver

area usually functioned as a full-fledged military facility, there were many barred

zones. Seeing the s.p.a.ce of the venue as a rectangular box, the exhibition of

the military aircrafts was happening in the outskirts of its center.

Surrounding it was a hangar, a stand-by spot for the army’s vehicles, a general

resting place for civilians, the actual headquarters of the Aeronautical Exhibition

and a control tower built on its rooftop, hidden by a tent. Its inside could

not be seen at all. A fence was laid around the headquarters and the control

tower at a wide distance from both, and that whoever was not part of the

personnel was completely forbidden of entry.

One of the Aeronautical

Exhibition’s highlights, which was a live coverage by the army’s publicity, was

taking place at the headquarters.

“Please

look at the front of the venue. Six fighters, the Sea Snakes, are raiding in. They

are changing from a one-row line to a diamond-shaped battle formation. Do pay

attention to this well-coordinated flight.”

The navy

fighters flew over the maneuver area and pa.s.sed by while showing off splendid

flight techniques. As they soared, white smoke was left behind in the blue sky as

a proof of their pa.s.sage.

“The first

pilot is Jude Bradburn from Leidenschaftlich’s Leiden. The second pilot is

Henry Gardner from Bregand!”

All attendees

looked up at the sky and cheered. An orchestra played music along with the heated

commentaries, further enhancing the atmosphere in the place.

Cattleya

opened the pamphlet she had acquired in advance and confirmed the show time of

the aircrafts currently on demonstration. Things seemed to be progressing

according to the prescribed schedule. The Flying Letters were due afterwards.

She grabbed

Violet, whose eyes had been stolen by the aerial maneuvers of the fighter

aircrafts, by the arm. “Hey, looks like the collecting of the Flying Letters will

take a while, so let’s buy something at the stalls and watch it while eating.

It seems the flight exercises will go on non-stop. Violet, is there anything

you wanna eat?”

“So we are

ensuring our meals? If that is the case, is it not better to go for something

fitting to be conserved rather than prioritize its taste?”

Without

looking at Cattleya, Violet was moving her neck as to follow the units in

flight. Cattleya stirred a finger close to her. As Violet turned her head, her

cheek was spontaneously stabbed by said finger. It felt flaccid.

“Violet,

look at me.”

Although

the arm Cattleya had grasped was rigid, the cheek was soft.

——She’s enigmatic, and a bit creepy.

However,

Cattleya was somewhat relieved. It was because she had come to know that girl

also had soft parts.

“Please

stop.”

She became

happy to earn a reaction from Violet, even though it was resistance. “Don’t

wanna. That’s punishment for not looking my way. Hey, I feel you’re

misunderstanding it; even though this is a mission, it’s also for fun. We don’t

need conserved food.”

“‘Fun’…?”

“Don’t

you… sometimes seem like you’re having fun with Lux? See, with tea and all.”

“Aah, yes.

We have tea together.”

“That’s it.

You’re gonna do that with me. We’re gonna eat, chat, and partic.i.p.ate in the

festival. It seems everyone from the company will be done with work in a bit,

so we’ll join them afterwards.”

“This is…

a mission, is it not?”

“It’s a

mission. A great mission. A super great mission.” Cattleya forcefully made

Violet, who was making emphases and seeking confirmation, walk in the direction

of the stalls.

“I would

like tangible content details on exactly what sort of mission ‘having fun’ is.”

“You’re

talking kinda difficult; you aren’t used to having fun, right? That’s fine,

this big sis will teach it to you.”

Violet

stared at their joined hands as if it were something mysterious. Even so, she

did not shake and disentangle hers, simply following behind Cattleya like an

infant bird.

The duo

visited the food stalls from one end to another of the fair, buying enough to

be almost unable to carry everything in their arms and sharing it with each

other. They softly narrowed their eyes upon observing children run after the

flying fighters, harshly waved off men who carefreely called out to them for

being two unaccompanied women, and appreciated the commentaries from the army’s

press while applauding the several warplanes pa.s.sing by. They also had personal

experiences with playground equipment, such as merry-go-rounds and darts, at a

so-called emigrational amus.e.m.e.nt park, blending with the children. Although

Cattleya had primarily been on guard regarding Violet, whose personality she

had been unable to understand, she was able to think of ways to enjoy herself

with the latter due to her characteristic amicability and liveliness.

“Cattleya,

please wait. Cattleya.”

“Hey, this

is delicious. Really delicious. Okay, open your mouth.”

“I do not wish

to eat.”

“It’s a

mission, so open your mouth.”

“Are you

not just thinking I will go along with anything if you say it is a mission?”

“Aaahn.

Hey, it’s gonna fall. It will be your fault if it does.”

She was surprisingly weak to pressure, and

therefore, Cattleya probably thought she was cute as a girl younger than

herself whom she was taking along on her stroll. Acting as an older sister,

too, was something comfortable for Cattleya.

After playing for a while, the two of them

decided to take a break. Even though it was the ending of summer, exposure to

sunlight for a long time outside caused increased fatigue. They sat on a bench

at the general resting place, which was covered by a large tent that blocked

the Sun so the civilians could cool down. They were able to watch the flight

drills from there.

“Still not done?”

“We do not know the precise destination of

these letters. Moreover, they must be of encouragement. This calls the

abilities of an Auto-Memories Doll into question.”

Violet was writing for the Flying Letters. The

gathered messages would be handed over to the pilots and scattered by airplanes

from above the venue. Propeller-type light planes that would serve as the

letters’ deliverers had already begun collecting them. The people in charge became

the center of attention, women and children swarming over them all at once.

That was possibly because their fuselage of a strong yellow color shone

strikingly against the blue sky.

Having nothing to do as she had finished

writing her letter, Cattleya decided to prod her nose into Violet’s. The other

was gradually becoming better at writing mails.

Seeking responsiveness, Cattleya pouted. “Hey,

n.o.body will know who wrote it, so you can just say whatever you like.”

“This is no good. I will redo it.” Violet tucked

the letter she had just written into an envelope. She took out a new writing

paper, but looked unable to write a single character. “What did you write,

Cattleya?”

As she was apparently being asked for

instructions, Cattleya answered while puffing out her ample bosom even more,

“‘You are lucky for picking up my letter! Something good will definitely happen

to you. Even if it doesn’t, it’s not like you will die’.”

“Is this what you wrote?”

“Yeah.”

That seemed to be very much like Cattleya.

However, it appeared not to work as advice for Violet.

“What~? Do you not write letters outside of

work or something? Is it really that troubling?”

“I have long stopped writing personal letters.

I only write at work.”

Although it only happened for an instant,

Cattleya was taken by the slight change in Violet’s expression. She was already

someone with a disposition for getting close to others, but diminished the

distance between herself and Violet even more. “This topic looks interesting.

Why is that? Tell me.”

Violet moved away. Cattleya came closer. Violet

moved away again. In the end, the two of them wound up perfectly glued to each

other at a corner of the bench.

“Why should I?”

“Because it seems appealing. Why did you stop

writing? Shall I try guessing? The addressee was a man, right? And also someone

special. The kind of man you’re interested in the most, save for a parent or

sibling.”

“How did you know the gender?” Violet gazed

directly at Cattleya for the first time.

“Your clients and mine are different. My

customers are… mostly young women writing love letters. This is also the

so-called ‘maidens in love’. It’s people who want to know what they should do

to have a boy on the palm of their hand. Or guys who don’t understand women and

want to know what they should do to make a girl look their way. I’m often asked

for tips.”

“Is it not enough to simply poke her shoulder

and call her name?”

“It’s not in that sense.” Cattleya flicked Violet’s

forehead with her finger. “Hey, what kind of person was he? The one you like, I

mean.”

“That… is not the… case.”

“Then, do you hate him?”

“There… there is no way…”

Cattleya was unable to suppress a smile.

——What do I do? She’s

so fun to tease.

Violet Evergarden – a mysterious,

straight-laced and expressionless taciturn. A woman made of iron, who never

hesitated. She was crumbling at a single sentence from Cattleya.

“Then, isn’t there no option other than like? It’s

not… the normal kind, right? That’s not what your face is saying. Don’t

underestimate me. I make money out of including love consultations in my

amanuensis job.”

Violet opened and closed her mouth, eyes

darting to many directions, which showed she was at a loss.

——She’s like a doll

that has just been given a heart. How weird.

Cattleya knew nothing of Violet’s past, and

therefore merely treated her as what she was – a teenage girl.

“Hey. I said ‘hey’.”

She only wished to get along with her.

“Hey, what kind of person was he?”

She was alienated of the effects of her actions

on Violet. She believed what lay inside the box that she was attempting to open

was a gemstone.

“What do you call him?”

But what resided in Violet Evergarden’s

heart…

“‘Major’.”

…could not be compared…

“‘Major’. Isn’t that cool? So he’s a soldier.

You’re an ex-soldier, after all. How old is Major? What about his looks?”

…to a gemstone.

“I never asked. He was most likely about to

become thirty years old.”

“No way. He’s much older than you. So the age

difference between you is… about the same as with the President?”

Violet had not talked about that person for a

long time.

“His hair was dark, but of a different shade

than yours, Cattleya…”

She had described how he was as an individual

before, but had never dug too deeply. Although he was someone that both she and

Claudia Hodgins had in common, the two of them avoided touching the subject

around one another.

Violet averted her eyes from the paper that she

had not yet written anything in to the crowd. Soldiers wearing the purplish

black uniform that she also used to were part of it. Even though the war was

over, the skies had cleared and she no longer lived in the days when she did

not know how to write a single word, that mult.i.tude and the sound of military

shoes brought her back to the time that she had spent in a city of lanterns.

Forever and ever, the person she pursued was

only one.

“He had emerald green eyes…”

He was a tremendously beautiful being.

“He took me in, raised and used me.”

The two of them were a tool and her master.

“But, he is not here anymore.”

Although she was his tool, she had not managed

to protect him.

“Gilbert is dead.” Hodgins’s words replayed in Violet’s head over

and over, accompanied by a heaviness and agony similar to that of a curse.

“Did Major

go somewhere far away?”

“Yes. He

has gone far away. He has… not returned.”

“Are you

still waiting?”

“Yes.”

At

Cattleya’s questions, willingly or not, Violet wound up thinking…

“I am

waiting.”

…about

the answer to the words of that day, which she did not give, resisting it while

claiming she did not understand it.

“I have

been… repeatedly told to stop doing so. However, no matter what, I… I…”

“I love you.”

“I love you, Violet.”

“Are you… listening?”

“I… like you.”

“Violet, ‘love’… is…”

“‘To love’ is… thinking you want to protect

someone the most in the world.”

“…end

up… waiting for Major to come.” Her face was of someone enduring pain.

That was

the moment Violet showed her most humane expression out of the ones Cattleya

had witnessed. A small transformation had occurred within that awkward girl. It

was a quiet move, which people with abundant emotions would not consider a

manifestation of feelings.

——Aah.

A

realization dawned within Cattleya. They were not yet intimate. Not friends,

either. It was not as if she knew anything about Violet, but she felt as though

she had come to.

——He took most of the happy parts of her heart

with him. Is that why she doesn’t have so much emotion? Cattleya speculated.

“You…

have a crush on someone who isn’t here anymore.”

Unlike what

she had imagined, the bush that Cattleya had been p.r.i.c.king was actually the

entryway to a deep forest.

“‘Crush’?”

The young

woman wandering inside said forest was not even aware of how she had become

lost in it – she had a blindfold on and did not know how to take it off, left

alone to live through fumbling around. Cattleya thought of it as a pity. In

reality, that was not a conversation they should be having at such a place.

“What is…

a ‘crush’?”

That doll

whose heart had been taken away – her colleague who was younger than herself – did

not know what infatuation was.

“No, it’s

love already.”

“‘Lo-ve’…?”

The

maneuver area was more crammed than when the two of them had arrived. The crowd

was increasingly more frantic. Cattleya pointed at the people walking by. They

were all of differing genders and ages. Each led lives packed with hards.h.i.+ps

that could not be seen through naked eye.

“There are

many types of it: fraternity, friends.h.i.+p, siblinghood, companions.h.i.+p. Yours is

romantic love.”

Harmonious

couples that served as examples of it were everywhere. The world overflowed

with romance in a natural manner.

Yet Violet

denied it. She shook her head, furrowing her brows and biting her lip. “I…

cannot… fall in love.” She obstinately negated.

“You did,

though.”

“No, I

cannot. I do not understand it.”

As seen

from the sides, they probably appeared to be having an argument. It was not a

fight, yet neither of them backed a single step. One claimed it was love. The

other claimed it was not. Both were running counter.

Though

steeped in irritation, Cattleya still refused to give in. “Even I… can’t say

for certain what something like that is. Love is uncertain, and I don’t get the

romantic one very well. But I can tell when it happens. People in love would

also be able to tell if they saw you. Your love is that type. Even if it’s

towards a person you’re unable to meet…”

Once the

words “a person you’re unable to meet” spilled from Cattleya’s mouth, Violet’s

blue eyes quivered in sorrow. Hearing them from someone else weighed much more

than saying them to herself. The expression she sometimes had on was one that

would cause anybody to admonish her with a, “See, you’re making a face like that,

so how come?”

“No, I

cannot. I really… cannot… Major has…” still, Violet rebuffed it. Her long

blond lashes were down. As Violet hung her head, her gaze went towards her

chest.

As always,

her emerald green brooch lay there. It sparkled brilliantly, never fading.

“Major

has…”

Even

through springs of dazzling moonbows, summers of early rains, autumns of raging

gold-leaf winds or winters of congealing frosty nights, just like the existence

of the man named Gilbert Bougainvillea that resided within Violet, it would

never fade.

“Major has

pa.s.sed away.” The words she whispered in that very instant were exceedingly

cruel.

The clock needle

between Cattleya and Violet stopped for once. That did not happen in actuality,

but the two of them did not make a single movement, as if time had truly come

to a halt. Their blinking and breathing was mowed by the world’s time axis for

a second.

Once time

finally started flowing again, Cattleya could only give a staggered reply, “E-Eh?”

Her voice squeaked.

“He is

dead. I was unable… to protect him… so Major… died. Even though I was his

tool, s.h.i.+eld and sword.”

Cold sweat

slowly traveled down Cattleya’s back.

——Her heart was stolen… not by someone who’s

just not around, but that is dead?

“That’s a

joke, right?” Cattleya asked, but received no response from Violet. She failed

an attempt to force a smile, which came out as a half-laugh. Her face twitched.

At the indelicacy of the things that she had been saying until that point, her

breath caught in her throat and she could not properly swallow her saliva. “Violet,

did this person… die in the Great War?”

“Yes.”

“For real?”

“So I was

told. This brooch… remained with me as a relic.”

Ever since

Cattleya had first met her, that object had been twinkling on her chest. She

had witnessed Violet touching it every now and then with her artificial

fingertips countless times. She had always wondered if it was some sort of

protection charm.

There was a

lot more that she had wanted to say in a rapid succession, yet her att.i.tude was

unwittingly precautious. Something buzzed within her. “But, you… don’t…

believe that… right?” A thrill similar to an unpleasant presentiment crawled

its way through Cattleya’s entire body.

For Violet,

the response to that question could be a taboo.

“Hey,

answer seriously.”

As she

remained silent, her profile, which Cattleya used to only see as dispa.s.sionate,

was now reflected in the latter’s eyes as something solitary. “I…”

The

unpleasant disruption creeped through Cattleya’s entire being, and she wished

so badly to spit it out that she could not stand it. “You… don’t believe it,

right? You did say… that you were waiting for him.” She wanted to know the

answer.

“But,

President Hodgins has—”

“It’s fine;

tell me what you yourself think.”

“Yes…”

just as a criminal accepting a conviction, Violet confessed her sin, “I

believe… that Major… is alive.”

Just for

how long had she continuously thought about that? Perhaps she had been in such

state ever since being informed of his death. Even as she lamented in anguish,

even as she attempted to destroy the hope that kept her attached to reality,

she might still have denied it all, telling herself that he was alive.

“You… you…”

“What the

h.e.l.l are you doing?” was what Cattleya wanted to scream.

Romantically

yearning for someone who was far away and blindly loving someone who was

deceased were two different things. Just like with Violet and Cattleya,

physical distance could be overcome with effort. However, the dead could never

return.

“What

you’re saying… is the same as getting your arms back!”

Simply

spending her time unreasonably through doing something so fruitless, never

allowing anyone else to love her beautiful self and believing in the

subsistence of a dead person was a waste, and Cattleya wanted to lecture her

into stopping right away. There were subst.i.tutes both for her arms and for the

man of her affections.

“Do you

plan to live like this forever from now on? You, Violet…”

“I am

aware.” Violet said right away. “It is useless. There is no meaning to it.

There is no gain in it. But without Major, I am the same. I have no meaning.”

“Would it

be no good if it were someone else? Even if it’s hard now, he will definitely

become just a memory one day, so while there’s still time…”

“No… no.”

It was almost as though she were proclaiming war against everything that lived,

“Major Gilbert Bougainvillea is the only one for me.”

Cattleya

stiffened with her mouth agape. Perhaps because a popular unit had pa.s.sed by in

the sky above, cheers rose in their surroundings.

It was as

if she was there, yet not. That was the bizarre feeling that those strong blue

orbs brought about.

——What’s… with this girl? How can she manage

to make people this sad, as if cutting them open?

Her values

were differed too much from Cattleya’s. Feelings that had nowhere to go swirled

within her chest painfully.

“I

understand that this conduct of mine makes people uncomfortable.”

What did

she have to live through to develop so much stubbornness?

“Please do

ignore me. Please… leave me be.”

“You’re…

an idiot, right?”

Even if it

were criticized as futile and she were stigmatized as irrational for many

years, she would most likely continue to believe it. Even with someone telling

her “it’s no use; quit it”, she would merely cover her ears.

“Yes. I am

an idiot… and a fool.”

She only

desired one person.

Cattleya

slapped her own forehead with one hand and growled like a dog. Thinking too

much got her extremely heated-up, and her head started to hurt. She was

currently even more feverish than when coming up with sentences during

amanuensis activities.

——This is no good.

Violet had

always, always carried a wish.

——Even someone not so

smart like me can tell.

“I want to

see you, I want to see you”.

——This is like threatening to push down a child

crying by a cliff.

She had

been praying while firmly grasping her brooch.

——I can’t blame her.

Such idiocy

was Violet Evergarden herself.

Cattleya

said bitterly, as if vomiting a silver poison, “Got it. I got it. You’re… an

idiot, and… I think… it would be great if you stopped with this… I seriously

do, but I also think… there are things… that can’t… be helped.”

The s.h.i.+ne

of those blue eyes changed. “Really? President Hodgins tells me to stop it.”

She hit

Violet’s shoulder with a plop. Cattleya actually wanted to side with Hodgins,

but she also wanted at least herself to be Violet’s ally. “That’s because love

is necessary for living. Isn’t love like a symbol of happy things? People get

married, and one of them dies at some point… but the other relies on the

memories they have of that person; something like that. It doesn’t have to be

romance… the love you receive never disappears… Parents also count. I…

ran away from home and was taken in by President Hodgins. There… were many

moments of loneliness for me since I had no acquaintances here. I had terrible

parents, but the times when they patted my head… those kinds of things… whenever

I was desolate, I would always end up remembering them…”

Violet, who

had not known about Cattleya’s circ.u.mstances, replied with a, “Is that so?”

The two of

them were now finally speaking face-to-face. Their conversation was one-sided

no more.

“So love…

is a… necessity?”

“It is.

What do you rely on to live? You’ve had times in your life until now in which

you were treated kindly, and things and words that you were happy to receive,

right? It’s because they are… acc.u.mulated inside of you… that you are

alive.”

“Bu…

t…” Violet said in pauses, “even if I had nothing, I… would have been

living.”

Cattleya

tilted her head to the side. She did not understand the meaning of those words.

“Even now,

I am alive. I cannot forget about Major. That is why… this is not love.”

Cattleya

did not know that Violet used to live alone in an isolated island. She

concluded on her own that Violet living even if she had nothing referred to the

period before she had met the major.

“Violet,

hey.”

“That… is

not my case. I am a tool, so for starters, things like that are…”

“Listen to

me. A ‘tool’… what are you saying? Is it… because you’re an ex-soldier? You

mean warriors are tools? Aren’t you… being rude to the people who protected

this country?”

“That is

not it. Ever since way before, I… was a tool, so if I do not… remain as

one…”

Perhaps due

to her not being able to express herself well, Cattleya strongly gripped Violet’s

automated fingers.

“I will be

of no requirement for Major.”

Once she

did so, they could not easily be untangled.

“I am not a

person. I am no good… if I am not a tool. If I do not stay as a tool… I

cannot fight properly. I would also lose the right of wis.h.i.+ng to be by Major’s

side. For the sake of wis.h.i.+ng to be beside Major, and for being someone’s tool,

things of that nature… must be inhibited.”

Cattleya’s

head, still tilted, continued leaning sideways more and more, until it seemed

like she would fall from the bench. “Wait, I wanna get this straight.” She

raised her palm a little, taking on a restrained position.

“All

right.” Violet obediently consented. She waited for Cattleya to sort

everything.

“Your Major

is dead.”

“Yes.”

“But you

like him and have always been waiting for him. You believe he’s alive.”

“I do

believe that he is living.”

“I think

that’s love. You’re in love too. But you say that’s not it… because you might

stop being useful for the deceased Major otherwise.”

“Yes.”

“You’re

forcing yourself into not knowing love… and wanting to be a tool. That’s

because it’s a way for you to be with him… I don’t get what you’re… saying.

You, Violet… I mean, there’s no reason for you to fight anymore, right? Major

died, and you’re not a soldier anymore.”

“Yes.”

Maybe because such reality was unfavorable for Violet, her answer came out low.

“You left

the army, and now, you’re working at our place, right? Do you understand that

your motive to deny it by saying that you don’t need love and that it’s not

love doesn’t exist anymore?”

“I… do…

understand.”

Violet fell

silent after that. She was pondering on what to say. Averting her orbs from

hers and Cattleya’s laced fingers, she lifted her face after looking down for a

while. As she was at last about to open her mouth, Violet suddenly widened her

eyes significantly. She had found something.

What was

reflected in her big, jewel-like blue irises was a tall man. The man

continuously appeared and disappeared within the crowd.

Her hand naturally

stretched out. “…jor.” Violet said something in an awfully reduced tone, lips

trembling.

The man had

l.u.s.trous black hair.

“Hey, I

won’t be able to get it if you stay quiet. Then why is it that you call

yourself a tool?” Tired of waiting for the other’s response, Cattleya cut the

stillness and called out to her.

As she did

so, Violet abruptly stood up.

Cattleya

was surprised at her serious profile. “S-Sorry. Did you get angry?” She asked

fearfully, and Violet replied with a “no”.

“In case…”

Violet took one, two steps away from the bench, acting as though her heart was

not there, drawn into the direction of the crowd.

“Violet?”

As her name

was called, Violet turned back towards Cattleya for once. “In case that person

is alive, this is for the sake of being able to function properly… if there

comes a time in which he would need me. Cattleya, I will excuse myself for a

little.” Her expression was no longer the one of just a short while before,

empty as a ghost.

“Eh,

wait…! Where are you going?!”

“I must go

after him. I will definitely make it back to the mission.”

“After

who!?”

Who was it

that she had to chase, even it meant leaving Cattleya behind?

Cattleya got

up in a haste as well. However, their belongings and letters ended up dropping

and rolling down at her feet.

“My…

former user.” After saying only that, Violet vanished into the ma.s.s of people.

Still

standing, Cattleya was dumbfounded. “Eh, Major?” It finally came to her who the

person was. “Violet, hey, wait.”

Nevertheless,

it was too late. She was already gone. Since she was calm and delicate, her

feet almost did not seem so fast, yet her agility was indeed that of a soldier.

“I’m all

alone, you know.” Cattleya grumbled, although her shock surpa.s.sed her solitude.

As she had no choice, she picked up the belongings that had fallen and

scattered – fountain pens, writing papers, envelopes, the letter she herself

had written.

And…

“Ah.” She

found one more letter lying on the ground. It was not her own.

That was

Violet’s unfinished message. She had put it in an envelope and left it on her

lap as it was. It was the one she had claimed to be unable to compose appropriately

and had stopped writing. Cattleya had not noticed it when Violet was writing,

but once she took it in her hands, she thought it was a very pretty item.

Since

Auto-Memories Dolls frequently used paper and envelopes for writing on people’s

behalf, those were often ma.s.s-produced by the companies they belonged to. Even

so, of course, they would prepare ones fitting for their clients to have at

hand, but what Violet had brought from home was obviously different in quality.

A bordering of silver roses as drawn on a white paper that felt good to the

touch. She had most likely bought with her own savings.

——Even though she had said she didn’t write

personal letters anymore…

People who

had the habit of writing letters would be able to tell that those were

treasured articles. They were selected in a way that the marvelousness of the

paper and envelope would already be enough to convey the respect of the sender

towards the addressee. They could not be guaranteed as decent just from being

expensive. But the ones that had been chosen emanated prominence just by

looking.

Cattleya

stared at the direction Violet had disappeared into. The figure of a girl

running with her golden hair swaying was not there anymore.

“This is

punishment for leaving me by myself.” With mean spirit and curiosity, Cattleya

decided to try reading what was inside.

Afterwards,

once Violet came back as stated, she would tease her about them. Since the

latter had said she was unable to write it properly, the contents were

unmistakably boring. It was with that in mind that Cattleya had skimmed through

the paper.

“Foolish

girl.”

The inside

was not what Cattleya expected. She soon finished reading, for it was only one

sheet. She slowly traced Violet’s handwriting with her fingertips.

——I wonder why. Why… did she have… to write

like this…

What was

written in there were private affairs completely unrelated to Cattleya. She had

only just become able to talk to the other on that day. There was a limit to

how much empathy she could feel.

——…with words that… seem to gouge people’s

hearts?

Nevertheless,

a coating of water gradually formed in her amethyst eyes. She could not bear to

imagine how Violet had felt during the conversation they had had on that very

day, or what sort of memories she had been living with.

The

contents of the letter were:

Are you well? Has anything changed? Where are

you right now? Do you not have any troubles?

Spring, summer, autumn and winter have pa.s.sed,

and repeat on forever, but only the season where you are here does not come.

Whenever I am waking up, falling asleep or feeling hazy, I find myself looking

for your figure. I do not dream often, so I feel as if I might forget your

appearance. Repeatedly, repeatedly, I replay memories of you in my head.

Are you really nowhere anymore? I have walked

so much around the whole world. I have been to many countries. You were not in

any of them. I have not found you. Still I search. Even after having been told

you had pa.s.sed away, still I search.

I am following my order. I am alive. I live,

live and live. What is there after life is over? Although I do not know, I merely

keep on living. Even so—

Violet

grasped the arm of the black-haired man. “Please wait.”

The man,

who had turned around, possessed the emerald green orbs so typical of the

Bougainvillea.