Cinderella Crazy
Isn't it sad?
"Just be quiet looking at a plant like this, he can sense a life." Said a man squatting in front of a green plant in the middle of a flower garden.
"Gua really doesn't understand your mother."
"Is that so?"
The man just laughed softly. In his right hand, there was a yellow chrysanthemum flower that was still tightly grasped like a precious item. Beside him stood a beautiful blonde woman in a suit dressed like a man.
"yeah. She's so cool, she keeps me wondering."
He was stared at by Daryl, the woman who was also watching the plants before him.
If you look carefully, the position of the two people feels a little like an exchange.
"True, your non is not at all feminine." Said a blond man who was watching them from a distance.
"Your master also looks doubtful." Answer the man in the uniform of the knight who entered the garden with him.
After considering each other's interests, Will and Alais also choose to jointly observe the date of the two people.
Moving from a flower garden to a painting gallery, the two 'supervisors' also still continue to follow them.
Going around looking at hundreds of frames containing color scratches that hold a story, there is not a single image that Ashley is able to understand its meaning.
Daryl tells him about the impressions, expressions, and stories contained in a painting. He said, not all paintings have meaning, but every painting holds a feeling.
It's the same with seeing someone. Every impression that person shows, keeps his own story. Then the story is stored as a memory that is only owned by the person concerned.
The way you look at a painting, is the way you look at the memory, because the 'mute' thing also has its own way of speaking.
At first Ashley did not understand what Daryl said. The woman did not understand art, so the paintings she saw only looked like imagination or the efforts of someone imitating something. He actually saw the painting with one eye but he remained adept at reading the nature of a person.
Isn't that what men say too exaggerated?
Until his steps stopped when he saw a large painting with a dominant brown color.
Set in a place surrounded by steep cliffs, a man stands alone under the torrent of rain with a body full of wounds and blood. Showing his back, can be seen some of the bodies lying around the man.
In the frame, a row of letters lined up to form the writing 'La Victoire'. A title that gives the impression of grand and successful. But the 'memory' stored there actually says the opposite.
Pain and sadness are deep.
"You okay?"
Seeing Ashley who suddenly did not move at all while putting on a complicated expression had left Daryl puzzled. The woman did not even blink, paying attention to every detail depicted there. For a moment, he could feel the feelings that the person in the painting had. Feelings that feel so vivid and real that they are hard to hide.
"Isn't it sad? To be the last man standing?" Said the woman as her facial expression had regained more calm.
Daryl turned his head, looking at the same painting Ashley was looking at. Although not as strong as the woman felt, but Daryl also understood it.
"Gua can see how they fight desperately."
"Where do they start to lose one by one."
"Swords, speech, shouting, command, pain, blood, tears, anger, guilt-"
Hearing Ashley's words, Daryl now felt it more clearly. Such a heartbreaking sadness.
He saw once again the woman beside him who always kept a million mysteries.
The sad face he saw back then felt many times more painful than Daryl had anticipated. Not just imagining, Ashley looks more like a person who has actually experienced it.
"Miss Midgraff, are you..."
"Come from another world?"
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