<strong>03. me From Hands</strong>


    <i>Ojii-san</i> patted my head until I stopped crying.


    <i>“...I’m sorry...thank you very much.”</i>


    I’ve calm down a little but my breath is still somewhat hitched.


    I promptly ced my trust on this <i>Ojii-san</i> who perhaps said some kind words to me while I’m crying.


    We returned to the house where I slept some time ago and <i>Ojii-san</i>served some kind of pink tea.


    I finally calm down after slowly drinking the tea which smelled lke roses.


    <i>Ojii-san</i> sat down across me and pointed at himself and then...


    “***Alexei***. Alex, A-l-e-x.”


    ...he began to talk.


    『Alex』 was the only thing I caught but I guess that it is probably<i>Ojii-san</i>‘s name. This time, I pointed to <i>Ojii-san</i>...


    “Alex?”


    ...then I asked so, and <i>Ojii-san</i> gave a big nod.


    Apparently, it’s seems like the correct answer.


    And then I pointed at myself and said, “Haruto”.


    Several days after that, I continually learned words from Alex every day through pointing.


    My notebook, which was originally filled with notes about flowers, is now full of this ce’s words.


    The information about this world that I’ve learned through such clumsymunication are the following: this country is called the 『Flower Capital』, Alex manages this garden and it appears like he has a fairly high standing.


    And when I finally memorized the words necessary for every day life, I saw something unbelievable.


    mes came out of Alex’s hands.