episode_0079

Perhaps impressed by her sister’s surprise gift to her mother, Free stopped the passenger train in front of the train station and searched the freight train to reveal the gift she had prepared.

“Mama!”

Although he shouted “…” and pushed it towards his mother, it was not a baby product, but rather a red carnation blooming beautifully in a flower pot small enough for the baby to lift with his own strength.

If a baby formula bottle or baby bottle had stuck out instead of a flower pot, I would have thought it was cute and thought it was a useful gift for the baby rather than a useful gift for the mother.

‘The flower language of red carnation… I think it was love. Did you prepare the carnations knowing that?’

I’ve never heard that there is a culture in Europe of giving carnations to parents… but you can’t refuse Free’s gift for that reason!

“Is this the flower that Free grew and watered to give to her mother?”

“Wow!”

“It’s really pretty~ I’ll be grateful~”

When I said this while smiling brightly at Free, Free also smiled and answered along with his mother.

“Woo, woo!”

I took my eyes off Free’s face and looked at the flower pot I had brought in my arms.

I ended up receiving two magic candles just today, but since the flowerpot with the carnations is small, I can leave it on the desk… I’m hoping that it will be noticed no matter where I put it, so my mother is tall… Well, I guess it will work out somehow. .

Bryn exclaimed as if something occurred to her when she saw her younger sister following her older sister in giving flowers to their mother.

“Oh, now that I think about it, I decided to water the wildflowers today! If I don’t drink water, I’ll be really thirsty!”

“Really? Then, shall we go to the veranda with mom and give her some water?”

“Yes, let’s do that!”

Fortunately, the double-track railroad was not only in the living room, but also extended to four rooms, two bathrooms, and the front and back verandas, so my mother and daughter were able to go on an adventure to the veranda without giving up playing trains.

Bryn stopped at the front veranda station, placed the carnation pot next to the sunflower pot, took out a watering can from another mini container, caught the water flowing from the faucet, and placed the semicircular handle of the watering can into her brother’s hand. He squeezed it tightly, placed his hand on top of his hand, and said while tilting the watering can towards the carnation pot.

“Ai, Chakada~ Ai, it’s pretty~ Ai, it’s so much~”

Free followed suit, albeit with incorrect pronunciation.

“Ai, aaaa~ Ai, aaaa~ Ai, aaaa~”

I guess they do it that way after hearing somewhere that plants grow healthier if you raise them with only kind and pretty words. If it occurred to me to point out that this is pseudoscience spread by strange people… I’m an adult who lost his innocence a long time ago and became corrupted. Is this proof?

‘But… it’s true that hexagonal water, germanium limbs, negative ion air purifiers, mold experiments, snow crystal experiments… these are all nonsense with no scientific basis!’

The same goes for saying kind and pretty words to plants. Plants do not even have basic auditory nerves, let alone a brain to interpret received auditory signals. How on earth do they distinguish between good and bad words? Even good words can be spoken in a way that sounds like swearing if you raise your voice and use harsh force. Can plants actually do this? It is also highly doubtful whether it can be identified.

This is all the science department’s fault. Although it was not a life-related major, the spirit of a science student who flew here from the United States to pursue a master’s degree is stirring. It’s like this evil thing! I’m busy playing with the kids right now so get out of my head!

‘for a moment. These children are children who know how to use magic, which is non-science itself. Maybe the kind and pretty words coming out of these children’s mouths may really have a positive effect on plants…?’

Only then was I able to overcome the spirit of the evil science student who tried to point out my children’s unscientific behavior and return to my gentle mother mode.

What did you do when you got back into mom mode? The hint is that it is time for the sunflower pots to drink water.

“If you gave all the water to the carnation, would you lend it to mom? The sunflower pot is too big for our princesses to water, so Mom will give it to them instead~”

“Yes! The watering can is here! Even the sunflowers will enjoy having their mom water them!”

Rather than using his telekinetic powers to levitate a watering can in the air or create water itself and pour it into a flower pot, Bryn asks Hannah, who is taller than him, to give him water. He must be used to doing this, so he hands over the watering can as soon as I ask him to. Wow free.

Thanks to this, I was able to spend time watering the sunflowers and observing them more closely.

‘As expected… it wasn’t my fault. This sunflower, when I returned to the living room, was turning its head towards the living room direction. Since I’m standing with my back to the window leading outside, I’m looking in this direction right now. It must be sensing my movements and moving accordingly.’

One more thing here. When I watered it, its petals were fluttering indoors in a windless room, and it looked as if it was saying thank you to me.

‘If I leave it at the dorm, it will clean up the room when I and Elysia aren’t looking like a snail… You’re not going to do that, right?’

Before proving it through experiments, what we are sure of is the taboo of science… Ah, that damn science again!

After finishing our errands at the front veranda station, we passed through the stations installed in the living room without stopping and went straight to the baby’s crib station.

After arriving at the baby’s crib station, Bryn took out a colorful book from a bookshelf filled with books, as if she wanted to read a storybook. When I glanced at the title, it seemed to be a revised version of the German version of the original, famous for being a cruel fairy tale, but adapted in a very mild manner.

“Today, I will buy a storybook for Mom and Free!”

A confident declaration from Bryn, who usually just listened to her mother read children’s books. But I don’t think Bryn will be able to keep his declaration.

‘He is a child who not only knows how to speak inappropriately for his age, but also knows how to spell the alphabet without making mistakes, so of course he knows how to read the letters printed in children’s books. Then, shall we listen to a storybook read aloud by a baby at an age when he or she should be growing up reading and listening to storybooks?

Bryn waited for her mother and younger brother to sit down, calmed her voice, and began reading a storybook. The cheerful voice I heard last time when I recited my own poem came out, filling the room, and holding out an invitation to the world of childhood I had left a long time ago.

If you add the age of 20 in this body to the age of 29 in the original world, you are almost 50 years old… The world of childhood that returned after such a long time was truly beautiful, cute, and cute. But that moment did not last forever.

When Bryn finished reading one storybook, she would take out the next storybook and read it again and again. Her eyelids fell heavily to the floor, and the voice that was filling the room suddenly cut off. Like a filament that has reached the end of its life.

“Huh…? Our Bryn, are you tired? I put down the children’s books I was reading on the floor.”

I walked closer, grabbed Bryn’s head and torso, and carefully placed her in the crib, and she said goodbye.

“Mom…Mom… Good night…”

After saying those last words, Bryn completely closed her eyelids and exhaled softly. I’ve seen Bryn fall asleep while listening to her mom read a storybook many times, but I think this is the first time I’ve seen her read a storybook so intently that she drifts off into dreamland…

As I go to sleep listening to my mother read storybooks every night, has the equation ‘storybook = dreamland’ been established?

Free, on the other hand, kept her eyes open all the time, but when I laid her down next to her, she followed her and closed her eyes and fell asleep. The ability to fall into a deep sleep as soon as you close your eyes is a very trivial ability, but it is an ability that insomniacs can envy.

I wouldn’t be able to wash the kids like this, but I wasn’t worried. Because I have a maid who I can turn to for help when problems like this arise.

“Hannah, can you use clean magic to wash the children? Although it hasn’t been long, I’m already in a deep sleep and feel sorry for waking up.”

“Of course I have to write it.”

The moment Hannah chanted the magic, not only did the sweat from the children’s foreheads disappear, but even the clothes they were wearing changed into new ones. I saw it and expressed my gratitude to Hannah.

“Hey… Hanna. Thank you always. Thank you for taking care of the children while I was away, for making me various useful artifacts, and for giving me buffs… thank you for everything.”

To be able to say thank you properly, you have to give something material rather than just saying thank you, but to Hannah, who can make most things with magic, it is difficult to give her the salary that an ordinary human maid receives, and it is also difficult to give her a gift.

“Hmm, hmm. Of course, I did what I had to do… but I don’t think saying this will put Paula’s mind at ease. Can I ask you a favor?”

But if Hannah says this first, what I will say is decided.

“Of course. Just say it. I’ll listen to anything I can.”

…It didn’t take long to find out that it shouldn’t have happened.