"Daddy said they were just some unimportant things he casually wrote down."
"Unimportant?"
"Yes, so he just leaves them lying on his desk in the study, where anyone can read them. He even said he'd reward anyone who could understand a single word with 1,000 Verl D'Or!"
Bernadette spread her little hands. "Otherwise, I couldn't possibly have brought them for you to see."
"All right."
Edward could guess what Roselle was thinking. Since no one could read Chinese anyway, the less he seemed to care, the less attention he would attract. That was why his diaries would end up scattered all over the world in the future.
"Mr. Sparrow!"
Just then, Bernadette called out and took a drawing from behind her back, handing it over. "This is for you. I drew it myself."
"I drew two altogether. I gave one to Daddy, and this one is for you."
Edward hurriedly took it. "Thank you."
The drawing was much like the one she had given Roselle earlier. It depicted her, the Fairy-Tale Characters, and Edward happily playing together aboard the ship.
There was little to speak of in terms of skill, but it was full of childish charm and earnest effort.
Seeing Edward study it seriously, she said bashfully, "Actually, I just drew it casually. It's nowhere near as good as Mommy's work. If you don't like it, you can just throw it away."
Your face practically says you don't mean a word of that.
"Thank you."
Edward carefully put the drawing away. "I'll treasure it."
Feigning indifference, she held out a fair little hand and said, "Then what about what you owe me?"
"What?"
"When you gave me the Little Beautiful Merpeople doll, you said that as long as I kept my promise to you, you'd give me more dolls.