Hortus Arcanus Planēta

ACT 2

dignity

As if to sweep away the air itself—this heavy, madness-soaked negative energy—I spoke up.

And yet, no matter how hard I worked, no matter how much effort I gave, nothing was rewarded. I could feel that truth painfully within myself.

Ella had finally stopped crying, though she still sniffled softly. But her eyes were clear.

Before, they had carried such sadness, as though she regretted being born at all, as though her very existence was something to deny.

But now, there was the faintest trace of light in her eyes.

Just a little.

Only a little.

Now then, another morning begins.

And with it, the work begins as well.

Today was the day the costume designer would arrive. Excited over choosing their outfits, Surie, Perona, and Nepe started arguing once again during breakfast.

“I shall be wearing the pink and yellow outfit.”

“But Sister, that is the complete opposite of what you said yesterday.”

“That is simply not true.”

“Oh yes it is.”

“Enough. Quarreling during a meal is disgraceful.”

“M-my apologies.”

“M-my apologies.”

Since I saw scenes like this constantly whenever Surie was not around, I was no longer fazed by it at all.