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[Quiet Story] New Year’s Day Special
This was a story about the future that has not been determined.
This was a story about children in a future that may or may not exist.
“Cyril-sama, wake up. It’s morning!”
In the castle that was the main residence of the Duke Versenia House of Toru in the Holy Kingdom of Talliteld, a young black-haired maid pulled open the curtains on a large window and turned around as if bouncing in the sunlight.
She was young…perhaps the word “Childish” would be better to describe her.
She was about 130 centimeters tall. A slender body was clad in an ankle-length navy-blue maid’s uniform, and looked not yet 10 years old.
“Mou, it’s morning~ come on!”
The girl’s cheeks puffed out in the empty room, and she called out once more, her long, tied-up hair with a slight wave in it spilling out and running down her cheeks.
The girl’s mother was also well-known for her cool beauty, and the girl who resembled her mother had a well-defined face, but those who saw her would realize that she was as beautiful as a doll without the distortions of a normal human.
“Cyril-sama!”
As if to use force in this situation, the girl leaned forward and reached for the huge canopied bed, and the person who was supposed to be sleeping in the center of the bed grabbed her arm and gently pulled her closer.
“Kyah!”
“Good morning, Amelia.”
Unable to resist because of the way she was leaning forward, the girl – Amelia – looked at the person’s face up close, her cheeks becoming red.
“Hiii.”
Amelia let out a strange yelp and jumped back, the boy in his nightgown stretching as he pulled himself up, his magnificent golden hair glinting in the morning sun.
“Cyril-sama!”
“Haha, sorry, Amelia.”
Golden hair and reddish gold eyes.
Cyril, with a neat face and a short pout on his face, bowed his head honestly while holding back from laughing at his childhood friend’s faintly red cheeks.
Cyril, a 10-year-old son of the Duke of Versenia, had returned to Toru territory with his maid Amelia, who was one year younger than him, during the summer vacation from Capital’s Academy of Magic.
In the nostalgic bed where he had lived until a few years ago, he had fallen asleep too much and at the same time, he had been mischievous.
“Please stop that… I will have to ask the butler to wake Cyril-sama up in the morning. It’s the butler who helps you get dressed anyway.”
“I don’t want that. I can get dressed by myself as long as I have my clothes ready, and it doesn’t feel like [Morning] unless I have Amelia wake me up.”
“What’s that? If that’s the case, please get up as soon as I wake you up.”
“I don’t think so…oh, that’s right.”
Cyril sat up in bed, clapped his hands together as if he had just thought of a good idea, and gave Amelia a sparkling smile.
“I’ll be up in no time if Amelia gives me a kiss on the cheek.”
“Heh?”
Amelia’s face, which for a moment was a bit confused as to what was being said, turned bright red, not just her face, but her ears as well, as she realized what was being said.
*Bosun!
“Gufu!”
“What are you talking about, I don’t care about Cyril-sama!”
Throwing the feather pillow at Cyril’s face, Amelia fled from Cyril’s room with her face bright red.