Back To the Beginning
Her name

"Whose name are you?" Milin asked the boy a question.

"..."

"...EVEN"

It must still be difficult for him. Previously he lived as a royal slave without being given love and was only forced to work, it all made sense.

"It doesn't need to be too fast, just slowly" said Grandma who appeared to be preparing some dishes with food.

It was not good to keep the others waiting, the child kept trying to open his mouth. Milin and Noland were still looking at the child with warm eyes and a curious feeling.

Flanked by two kind of people so it must be very heavy huh.

Slowly but surely, the boy opened his mouth slightly and tried to let out his voice. He looked very stiff, had he not spoken for a long time? That's very cruel.

"... Um... Akh... I don't know."

"Hm?" Noland and Milin both made strange noises when they heard the boy's answer. I could see there was a big question mark over both of their heads.

"Ep... What do you mean?" milin asked beside her with a scratch on her head.

Asked directly so, the child who had dared to speak a few words back again closed his mouth as if being pressed by the question.

Doesn't he know his name? Does that mean he was already a slave from birth?! It's critical. Milin will definitely realize the peculiarities that are here.

"What does that mean, Mr Noland?" milin asked towards Noland.

"Well... How yes... Arthur?"

Heyyy he threw it at me.

I turned my head to the left and I saw the look of Noland's eyes in need of help and Milin's eyes thirsty with answers. Not even Noland dared to answer.

All right let's try. I've calculated everything and here's the best answer I've got.

"Maybe he was previously banged up with something."

"heeh? Could that happen?" reply Milin with a face of disbelief.

"Well... Things like that are becoming this trend behind."

I replied in a calm tone and next sipped the warm tea near me elegantly. Hows it? seems convincing, doesn't it?

"really? it's so sorry."

Milin accepted? Mercifully.

"Then, how do you find the master's people?" ask Milin. He's the kind of person who wants to know.

"That's one of the difficulties, Milin. But luckily his parents are locals here. So by going around tomorrow, maybe we'll get him back with his parents."

"Hopefully," Noland came to hope.

"Pulse... But it's a little strange that he doesn't have a name. Who should we call him?" Milin seemed still not relieved by this problem.

"Call him your sister or something" replied Grandma.

Grandma had finished preparing the food, now in front of us all the whole menu was there and stayed in the dining. My stomach that does not eat except this morning has been very thrashing.

"Ugh no. We have to give him a name." Milin still insisted on giving the boy a name.

"Then ask her if she needs a temporary name or not" said Granny desperately with Milin's stubborn nature.

"You want to be named? For a while." Milin asked by holding both hands of his interlocutor and slightly leaning forward with a clear face.

"Gwh... Huh..." The boy looked confused there.

On the sidelines of Milin's question, Grandma brought some dishes that had been served food to the table Milin and the child who was looking confused was asked by Milin. Noland and I have also eaten food several times because of this hunger.

"You right?" milin said still.

Seemed cornered by Milin's question the boy inevitably just nodded resignedly.

"Yeyy! He wants Nekk!" Milin cheered happily like he was winning something. Grandma just smiled at his behavior.

"Then we name him who... Violet? Alisa's? Kyara?" continue to obrol Milin by displaying an attitude like a detective who is thinking.

I saw the boy in question and he looked very hungry looking at the food on the table there. He must be very hungry, hungrier than me and Noland. I have to finish this fast.

"What about Chloe's name?"

"Chloe's? it has a meaning yes... Emm what yes..." Milin seemed to be considering my idea.

"That means a flower bed, Milin." Didn't get the clue Grandma finally told him the meaning of the name.

"Loss of flowers?! Milin really likes flowers, so that's a good name! Milin agrees! What do you think, Grandma, Mr. Noland?"

"I agree." Not wanting to buy much time, Noland agreed to the idea. So did Grandma who nodded lightly there when questioned by Milin.

"Hehe, now your temporary name is Chloe yaa. It's nice to meet you, Chloe," Milin said with a bright smile.

"Easy-after. Come on Milin, Chloe, let's eat before it gets cold" Grandma reminded Milin and Chloe of their meal.

"Ah yes. Come eat with Chloe," take Milin who is sitting next to Chloe.

It's easier than I thought, thank God. This way he can start eating his food.

"Hey Arthur, did you realize it? If Milin seems to obey what you say. Maybe you can be a 'counter Milin' and it must be very useful" said Noland whispered in my left ear accompanied by a small laugh afterwards.

"It's just a coincidence."

And finally, the topic of the chat is over for a while and you can all enjoy the meal with a happy heart. Come to think of it, this is the first time that Noland and I have not eaten alone in Breithorn City. Moments like these remind me of moments of togetherness in the Alpine village and in the city of Monte Rosa.

I want to see them again.

But before that, we have to solve the problem here first.

I was still very dizzy at the thought of finding three precious royal treasures and working in the kingdom. Huh there's still a lot to do. We'll do it one by one, until the end.

I cannot forget the purpose for which I began this journey.

Tens of minutes had passed, this evening's dinner session was filled with laughter of joy and joy from everyone. My stomach is full and very strong. Full stomach, happy heart. Maybe this is one of the reasons Grandma's having dinner tonight. A good conversation is one that has food!

Chloe also seems to be easier to talk to, she can already speak a few words. And it was certainly Chloe and Noland's help beside her that forced her to try to talk. Very good progress.

"Ah yes. Mr. Noland, Mr. Arthur, what happened in the kingdom there?"

And we start again.