Kapitel 38: The witch and the poisonous apple
Roze is always troubled when someone tells her to 'get up properly' or 'eat properly'—because she isn't sure what 'proper' truly means.
She isn't only embarrassed but also happy because Harij, who has never met her grandmother, knows how dedicated her grandmother was in tending the field.
—and how much her grandmother really loves her.
—I was truly loved by her.
—To know the extent of my grandmother's love, I'm very glad.
Harij, too, is aware of how much her grandmother treasured her.
"…Yes. You're right, I do enjoy it."
"Right? Then eat more."
Thinking she's referring to the bread, Harij happily spreads the jam and gives it to Roze—
—Roze receives bread with lots of apple jam.
"Delicious, isn't it?" Asking so, Harij's eyes seems so gentle.
He's probably worried about Roze after hearing about the story of her late grandmother.
"Should I eat more?"
"Yes, here."
Harij is already spreading the jam before she can say 'okay'. Roze chews on the bread.
"How much more should I eat?
Suddenly, Harij starts singing Roze's previous song. "Is this enough~? How about this~? —I didn't quite catch the following lyrics. I remember it's about something that sleeps a lot…"
"It's 'whales'. Not like I know how long do they actually sleep, though. The taste of my grandmother's blend is more important to me."
The song is filled with tea brewing methods; such as what to put in, how much to grind, how much to boil…
While listening to her grandmother's song, Roze also enjoyed hearing the boiling sounds.
"So, your grandmother also invented this song?"
"No. Singing isn't her hobby, actually…—"
—that's when Roze realizes it. So, who taught me the song, then?
Who sang it to me over and over again until I memorized it so perfectly?
It's clearly was not her father, or any other relatives she might have.
If it wasn't her grandmother—there's only one person left—
"What, so you do remember something about your mother!"
—this is, no good…
Roze tries her best to hide her emerging tears. Harij laughs at her.
"Your current expression answers my question."
All this time, Roze always concealed everything—her expressions, the truth, and so on. It's a way to protect herself. As a witch, that's the way she has been living. She thinks something terrible might happen if a normal person were to discover her actual emotions.
Now, she can't do so anymore.
She remembers she is no longer able to completely deceive this person.
This person knows what her current emotion is, and also what's causing it.
—yet, it's also because he knows that she doesn't have to keep it all to herself.
She doesn't have to bottle it up, anymore. She may come forward and talk to him about it.
I can't stand it anymore…
Her lips quiver and her nose stings.
Silently, he hands her another piece of bread—
—mogumogu, Roze chews it.
Roze thinks that at this very moment, the joy she's feeling is unmeasurable.
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
UsErMaNuP
UsErMaNuP credit to the Author
credit to the translator
credit to the maker of the book cover.
(＊￣︶￣＊)
— Bald kommt ein neues Kapitel — Schreiben Sie eine Rezension
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein