Night fell over Freesia.The streets were glowing with beauty.Streetlamps dotted the paths, shopsâ windows and displays shone late into the night.I loved Freesia; it reminded me of a modern city.But the lights here felt cold, not warm.Here, you often couldnât enter a store without money.
Hina walked the streets, clutching a pocket with about 10,000 rene.Though summer warmed the air, she looked pitiful, as if snowflakes swirled around her.Perhaps there really was a time when snow did swirl.
What would Hina do now?And where had the imp Horohoro gone?
Thudâ ThudâHina continued taking small steps.Though her clothes were shabby, Hinaâs pretty face naturally drew attention.
âLook at her. Ragged clothes, but that face and hair - must be a rich runaway.ââBored princess fleeing her mansion? We could ransom her.ââGood idea. Letâs score big before that Nymph becomes the King of Thieves.â
Whispers from the alleyâs darkness reached their ears.Hina, with keen senses, surely heard them too.
SwishâHina pulled out a black cloth flag, as if to say âlook at thisâ.
Flutterâ FlutterâShe used the flag like a handkerchief to blow her nose.
âLook at that. Itâs the emblem of the Shadow Council. How could such a little kid have that emblemâ¦?ââWe canât kidnap someone carrying the Councilâs emblem. Judasâ laws are especially lenient towards children. Itâs disappointing, but weâll have to give up.â
I see.The studious Hina likely knew the emblemâs meaning well.She mustâve stolen it, knowing it could ward off trouble.As I pondered this, Hina, whoâd been walking a while, stopped before a store.Haltâ
It was a bakery.The ovenâs warm glow was clearly visible through the window.
The breads on display, though not fresh-baked, still looked delicious.Hina, whoâd wandered around all day, pressed against the window.
âLooks deliciousâ¦â
JingleâAbout 10,000 rene remained in her pocket.For Hina, this was practically all she had.Money she couldnât spend carelessly.Her gaze, shifting between the money and bread, betrayed her inner struggle.
âReminds me of the old days.â
I let a comment slip while watching her.Salome, whoâd been quietly observing Hina, looked at me.
âWhat old days?ââRemember Kowloon Mountains? The thievesâ fortress that glowed at night. A perfect place for starving if you lacked money or skills.âââ¦â
Salome fell silent.But her eyes clearly recalled distant memories.
I too remembered the past.The Kowloon Mountains.A den of thieves and criminals, it remained vivid in my mind.It was the âcradleâ where Ha Tae-ho became the thief Judas.I couldnât simply forget it.
Back then, I was poor.Terribly so.
My master, Salome, didnât give me a single penny.I could only steal to eat. Even in that thief hideout, there were bakeries and bars.
But stealing or dining and dashing there wasnât easy.Getting caught would almost always lead to a big fight.Those were truly troubling times.
Jingleâ JingleâAs I reminisced, Hina entered the bakery.
The baker, busy at her oven, was slightly startled upon seeing Hina.She scanned Hina, puzzled by the contrast of a rich-looking child in shabby clothes.Then she asked.
âHina, what are you looking for?â
She knew Hinaâs name.Well, Hina, Cecily, and Naru were somewhat famous in Freesia. It wasnât strange for someone to know their faces and names.
ââ¦â
Hina frowned deeply. Then she said quietly.
âHina is not Hina⦠Just a customerâ¦âââ¦?ââItâs a cold winter now⦠Hina is separated from her parents, has no money and is hungry⦠And sheâs trying to⦠steal bread from this storeâ¦!âââ¦!â
The baker froze, shocked. The silence was almost audible.
Rustleâ RustleâHina pocketed some bread.Fresh-baked, delicious-looking loaves.She targeted the most appetizing ones on display.The bread stand looked about 10% less appealing afterward.
âHmm?â
The baker watched with interest. Hina, disliking this, frowned.
âYou should scold me for stealingâ¦! Threaten to hit my hand with a rod and call the guardsâ¦!ââAh.â
The baker nodded, finally understanding.She grabbed Hinaâs hand, picked up a rod, and lightly tapped her palm.It looked more dramatic than painful.
âYou shouldnât steal. Itâs a bad thing. If you want to eat bread, earn money through honest labor. By the way, where are your parents?âââ¦ââA lost child? Caught stealing. I should inform the guards.â
Her voice was stiff, as if reciting lines.Well, impromptu acting often turns out this way.To me, it seemed as exciting as a real situation.Hina said.
âDonât report meâ¦! I must help Mom and Dadâ¦!âââ¦â
The baker looked at Hina.Then she glanced at me and Salome watching.We just shrugged.
Scrubâ ScrubâAfterwards, Hina helped clean, sweep, and store the unsold bread.I noticed the baker limped slightly while working.Was her left leg injured?About an hour passed like this.
âThatâs it for today.â
The baker wiped her hands.She gave Hina a small, misshapen loaf of bread, likely a failed attempt.
âYour pay for helping today.ââItâs smallâ¦ââBut itâs what you earned fairly for your work. Come again tomorrow if you can. If you have nowhere to sleep, you can stay here, alright?âââ¦â
Hina slowly looked around the warm bakery.The offer to sleep here must have seemed like a wonderful proposal.However, Hina shook her head.
âHina⦠must go to the back alleyâ¦! This place is too warm⦠Hinaâs heart will become weakâ¦!â
PopâWith that, Hina burst out and ran into the street.The baker asked us.
âYouâre Hinaâs parents, right? What are you doing?ââWho knows.â
Is Hina reenacting her past hardships? We followed her again.Hina wandered, clutching warm bread, asking rough-looking people.
ââ¦Do you know the way to the Shadow Council?ââShadow Council? Whatâs that?ââDo you know where the Shadow Council isâ¦?ââI know. But I canât tell a kid.â
Rejections and inquiries continued.Time passed, the moon rose high.Tired and hungry from wandering all day, Hina looked exhausted.Trudging wearily, she finally curled up in a back alley corner.She took out her hidden loaf of bread.Tearing off a tiny piece, she ate it.
âMom⦠Dadâ¦â
Hina finally shed tears after her tiring day.Seeing this, Salomeâs eyes reddened. She snorted ââ¦Hmph,â turning away.I simply answered.
âWhy are you calling?â
CrumpleâHina frowned as if sheâd never cried.
ââ¦You shouldnât answerâ¦!â
I see.As I awkwardly scratched my nose, someone appeared.A small girl.
âThat place is this Horohoroâs spotâ¦!â
It was an imp.Imp Horohoro.Horohoro circled Hina.Eyeing Hinaâs bread, she said enviously, ââ¦Looks very tasty.â
Hina looked between Horohoro and her bread.After contemplating, she tore off half and offered it to Horohoro.Horohoro ate hurriedly, like one long-starved, then shouted.
âFollow meâ¦!â
Hina followed the suspicious imp Horohoro.They passed through various alleys before reaching a hut between large stores.It was old and oddly shaped.Like a witchâs cottage from a fairy tale.
The first floor seemed empty.It felt long-abandoned.Horohoro found a ladder and climbed to the second floor.Opening a window, she softly called, âCome upâ¦!â
Hina followed, climbing to the second floor as well.It was attic-like, with a small candle burning for light.Broken glass, shiny pebbles, and odds and ends piled like treasures.Fruits, dry bread, and cheese were heaped nearby.
Had she been collecting these things earlier?Horohoro then said.
âHorohoro was weak from cold and hungerâ¦! Friend gave Horohoro food, so Horohoro also shares food with friendâ¦! Eat as much as you want!â
Horohoro offered.Hina looked around, then ate all Horohoroâs collected food!She devoured a weekâs worth in one sitting!Horohoro was shocked.But soon smiled, âMwehehe-â.
âPink hair and eating everything so easily, just like the Priestess of Gluttonyâ¦! By the way, the Priestess of Gluttony was a woman who lived on the first floor of this house, sheâs the benefactor who picked up Horohoroâ¦!ââPriestessâ¦?ââThe Priestess was amazingâ¦! She was good at magic, and was very knowledgeable about things that happened in the past and futureâ¦! Her hair was also pinkâ¦! She liked peaches the mostâ¦!âââ¦A Priestess who knows the future and pastâ¦ââBut she vanished 3 years agoâ¦. Horohoro still waits. You feel like her! Whatâs your name?ââIâm⦠Hina.â
StretchâHina and Horohoro reached out to each other.They laid blankets in the old attic and fell asleep.I sat nearby, also sleeping.
âHorohoro, letâs go together-.âCome quicklyâ¦!
The children dreamed of running through alleys.Though shabby, they looked happy.
RustleâThen I opened my eyes at the sound of something moving.
âWhere are you going?ââTo detect my movement, not bad, Judas. You can graduate now.â
It was Salome.She spoke like when teaching the novice me. She crept downstairs, opening the first floor door.An old, musty hut.Long untouched, yet traces of a âmageâ lingered.Salome asked.
âWhere did the Priestess who lived here come from, and where did she go?â