Chapter 569

"Uh... Anyway, forget it. It's too far, and I don't even know where it is. Besides, even if they could take me, I probably wouldn't be able to pay them back."

"Very far away? Is the person the guest wants to convey something to perhaps be from beyond a planet?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

Ragna instinctively asked a question in return.

After a moment, she gave up and lowered her head.

"Fine, since you've come all this way, I can't let you go back and not be able to explain it to me. The person I wanted to contact has indeed gone to the stars, and their whereabouts are unknown, so there's no way I can get through to them like this, right?"

"Can."

"Ah?"

"I said yes, but it will take time. There are no letters that don't need to be delivered, nor are there feelings that don't need to be conveyed. Violet, the Auto Memory Doll, is at your service."

Violet replied in a clear and melodious voice, instantly calming the listener.

Ragna's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but then hesitated, unsure of what to say. After a long while, he finally smiled and said:

"That sounds tempting, so your job is to write and deliver letters for me?"

Ragna looked at the retro typewriter and wondered who would still use it these days? Could it be some kind of performance art piece by a retro artist?

Letters can express feelings that words cannot; some things are hard to say aloud but can be written down. So, who do you want to write to?

"... A junior from the same department, we became very close during our graduate studies, like sisters who had met too late in life. Then one day she suddenly came to me and said she was going to set off to explore the stars. After that, I never saw her again, and I have no idea where she went. I think she might really be in the depths of the stars, experiencing wonders I can't even imagine?"

"So, is what you want to convey as your longing, concern, and blessings for her?"

"Haha, more or less!"

Ragna scratched his head, realizing that he was actually considering writing a letter.

If it's just writing a letter, the cost shouldn't be too high, right?

Since it's impossible to deliver anyway, the business deal is destined to fail. Just be considerate of the young lady coming to my door late at night, write a letter, and give her a small fee for the paperwork and writing.

Ragna drank some water and mentioned wanting to write a letter, but then suddenly stopped.

The girl, who called herself the Secretary Doll, bit her black glove, took it off, and revealed the steel object beneath.

'Underneath the gloves, is there a mechanical hand? What kind of accident did she experience? Thinking about it carefully, her whole demeanor is different from ordinary people, like transparent and fragile glass... What exactly did she go through?'

However, since it was their first meeting, Ragna didn't want to reopen old wounds, so he tried to treat the silver-gray metal skeleton hands with a normal attitude.

Then, Ragna pondered, recalling his worries, complaints, and occasional envy towards Himeko over the years, and in an instant, a thousand words welled up inside him.

"Da! Da! Da!"

The crisp, rhythmic sound of a typewriter accompanied Ragna's narration, which was punctuated by moments of sorrow and laughter, as well as Violet's occasional inquiries for confirmation.

Time passed unnoticed, and as Violet began organizing her letters, Ragna glanced up at the clock.

"It's been almost three hours!"

"Because you put your heart into it, the emotions you wanted to convey were very rich."

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Please take another look. If there are no problems, I will seal it again."

Violet remained docile and upright, like a delicate doll following a programmed sequence.

Ragna took the letter, rubbed his temples, and then carefully read it.

"That's... impressive. You must have written a lot of letters, right?"

"You flatter me. So the recipient of the letter is Himeko, and the location is an unknown starry sky, right?"

"Wait! You guys can really deliver like this? You're not kidding, are you? How much?"

"648 XX coins. Because it's an interstellar letter, it will be a bit more expensive than a regular letter."

Ragna's eyes widened, and he gasped.

It's not because it's too expensive, but because it's too cheap.

That price, wouldn't it cost her more than half that to send a letter to the other side of the planet?

Because it was so cheap, it seemed more like a fake. But Violet's expression was so serious and meticulous that it was impossible to doubt her.

By the time Ragna realized what was happening, she had already taken out her money, and Violet had already walked outside.

"Etc!"

Ragna instinctively chased after her, but there was no one outside. Apart from the purple flower she had hung on the eaves to summon the doll, it was as if nothing had happened.

"What exactly is going on?"

Ragna looked up at the moon, feeling that tonight's experience was too much like a dream.

'Got the pass. I can use this to get on the Stargazer Train if anything happens. But even though it's cosplay, I'm serious about delivering the letter.'

Violet stood in the moonlight, looking at the letter in her hand, a slow smile spreading across her lips.

"Memory is beautiful because of emotion, so there is no emotion that does not need to be conveyed, nor is there a beautiful memory that does not need to be shared and remembered."

Violet was deeply moved, and then decided to continue her part-time job and write a few more letters.

Being a single-minded messenger is quite a wonderful experience.

"But how can we get this letter to Himeko La Signora this universe? And where is she now?"

Violet looked up inexplicably, and the starry sky before her suddenly blurred, and the distance in time and space faded away.

She seemed to sense something grand.

It was as if I had stepped into a place beyond the world, enveloped by infinite power.

Then, his gaze pierced through the barrier between matter and memory, ignoring the physical obstacles, and saw the passing train and the elegant red-haired La Signora sipping coffee in the carriage.

"!!!"

Good heavens! You Great Universe star gods, are you some kind of philosophical concept?!