A New Home?
In everyone's eyes, that was actually something to be left until the very end—something unworthy of mention.
All they wanted was for Little Griseo to carry their blessings and live on. Even if she had to be alone, even if it was cruel, as long as she lived, there would be hope for the future.
And so.
When they prepared the Ark for Kosma, the Ark was merely a spacecraft.
But when they prepared it for Little Griseo... they dressed the Ark up as a home.
The operation manual Verne had written was read out word for word by Pardo.
The room where Little Griseo lived had also been decorated with the blessings of all her brothers and sisters, who had helped her arrange it.
Perhaps you might say that leaving behind too many things would only make Little Griseo miss them more when she grew up—miss those dead brothers and sisters she would never see again, and suffer all the more.
Yet they still wanted to turn the entire Ark into a home for Little Griseo.
Thus, although many details on the Ark seemed to have a cold color scheme, they were not actually as sparse as they appeared.
Sometimes, people said that—
When someone created a work they were proud of, they would always pour more and more emotion into it without realizing it.
It was like cooking. A dish made with heartfelt emotion might truly feel more genuine and be better than something produced on an assembly line.
Then!
Had the Ark carried any emotions?
The answer was, of course, yes.
Little Griseo slowly opened her eyes and looked at Miss Ark again.
And Miss Ark remained as gentle as water. Though she looked like a little child, she seemed almost like a young