"Huh? Daddy saved Mr. Sparrow? Was it really dangerous? You weren't hurt, were you?"
"Uh, it wasn't really dangerous. It was just a little trouble for me."
"A little trouble?"
Seeing the confusion in his daughter's blue eyes, Roselle thought for a moment and said, "It's like this, sweetheart. The same thing means different things to different people."
"Something might be just a little trouble for Daddy, but a matter of life and death for someone else. It depends on where you stand and what abilities you have. Understand?"
Bernadette rested her chin in her hands and thought. "Oh, I think I understand."
Mr. Sparrow is very capable. Taking me out to play and telling me stories both seem easy for him, but when he does them, they aren't simple at all!
So I can't repay him by taking him out to play and telling him stories...
Daddy said people shouldn't just keep taking. They should know how to be grateful!
But I'm only six. I can't do anything.
Hmm!
It's decided. Since Mr. Sparrow is interested in the writing Daddy invented, I'll steal... borrow Daddy's notebook for him to read!
In the future, in the year 1349.
Backlund Railway Station.
As the Steam Train from Pritz Harbor slowly came to a stop at the station, a blond young man in his twenties, wearing a black trench coat, jumped off.
He spread his arms slightly and stretched. "Backlund, I'm finally back again. Hmm, even the air smells familiar."
Just then, two voices called out one after the other, "Alfred! Alfred!"
He turned to look. His older brother Hibbert and younger sister Audrey had come to meet him. Compared with their last meeting, Hibbert looked a little more serious, increasingly giving off the air of a politician, while his sister