Editing City Series:Volume2 Chapter 3 (section)

===Part 3===

As Moyla sat on the edge of the flower bed and spoke with Klausl, she was not her usual self. Ralf would have said she looked happy and Valeath would have said her expression had changed slightly.

She was smiling.

Meanwhile, Klausl looked sulky.

“It really is tough. Why don’t guys see a problem with a messy room?”

“What we call dirty, they think is actually pretty clean.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. …Miss Moyla, do you have experience as a maid or something?”

“I do and I’m working a similar job now. What about you?”

“What I’m doing is similar too.”

“It is tough, isn’t it? And from what you’re saying, you must be serving a ridiculous person.”

“I don’t mind. It isn’t a job, after all.”

“Eh?”

Moyla’s smile vanished at the words “it isn’t a job”. She hesitated before finally choosing her words carefully and asking a question.

“Then why are you with that person?”

Klausl seemed to focus on Moyla’s nearly Opened thoughts more than the question itself because she suppressed a smile and nodded.

“I would not say I am serving him. Is that not the case for you, Miss Moyla?”

“…”

Moyla was speechless and Klausl lightly stretched as she continued.

“A long time ago, my sister taught me that I should never let myself be a ‘thing’.”

“…A thing?”

“We are very good at office work and housework. If we set our minds to it, we can keep working and working like a machine…like a ‘thing’.”

Moyla fell silent and that silence seemed to push the closed-eyed girl to speak further.

“If I lived like that, people would value me and praise me. That would be wonderful, but then what happens if someone comes along who can do the job even better than me? I can’t even see, so I would probably be thrown out. …But when I think about that, I end up focusing even more on my work and becoming more and more like a machine.”

She took a breath, changed her expression, and turned toward Moyla.

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“But Amon is different! He’s not the most sociable person, but he doesn’t treat me any differently because I’m blind and he will actually have a conversation with me.”

As she spoke, Klausl raised her right hand up near her face as if to show Moyla. She gently spread her nicely-shaped fingers and suddenly clenched them into a fist.

“He would get mad if he heard me say it, but he’s actually a very nice person.”

“And that’s why you’re with him?”

“Yes. The one unfortunate part is that he sometimes calls another woman’s name in his sleep.”

“That doesn’t sound good. You have your work cut out for you.”

Seeing Klausl smile at that, Moyla nodded in her heart.

…''As do I.

“Good. That means you have someone like that by your side, doesn’t it?”

Moyla briefly panicked when the girl replied to her thought, but she soon realized what had happened.

“Oh, I Opened that.”

Realizing she had let her guard down due to the carefree atmosphere, she smiled bitterly.

“Yes, the person by my side really is a very nice person…but sadly, he’s forgotten that side of himself.”

“Amon is a lot like that, too. But in his case, he’s obsessed with tragedy.”

“Obsessed?”

“He thinks everything is his fault and he always apologizes whenever something happens. And yet I’m not with him because I want to hear him apologize. …Right?”

“Y-yes.”

Moyla agreed, but she was a little confused. She had never thought about someone being “obsessed with tragedy”.

The past she shared with Valeath was indeed a tragedy.

…''But…

She frantically Closed the thought that came to her and looked back to Klausl. The girl’s eyes were still closed as she smiled calmly.

When she saw that smile, Moyla spoke without meaning to.

“I had thought we were a lot alike,” she said quietly. “But I envy you.”

“I envy you, Miss Moyla. If I was as captivating as you, maybe Amon would be more willing to look my way.”

Both of them laughed quietly.

But then they were interrupted.

“?”

Moyla sensed a presence behind her.

A very familiar and intense aura approached from the cathedral entrance to the right.

This was Valeath’s presence.

She began to turn around but stopped.

Valeath was supposed to be spending the day in the warehouse by the hotel while he fine-tuned the machine they needed for their mission. The machine was the large piece of cargo Ralf had brought in with his weapons. From what Moyla had heard, the work on it would take all afternoon.

So why was he here?

Moyla’s hesitation allowed Klausl to turn around first.

The blind girl spoke a name, but it was not “Valeath”.

“Amon!”

Moyla alone knew that was an ominous name that would soon lead to a fight.

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