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The Scholar and the Auto-Memories Doll





For his young self, that person was his entire world. He would never have thought that she would be gone one day. Were she not already there from the start, at the very least, she was his outright guardian from the moment he had been born until he had become aware of the things around him. She would find him whenever he ran off crying and praise him whenever he did something good. Should he reach out his hand, she would even embrace him. She was a grand existence, better than him at everything.

He thought that was what a parent was supposed to be.

——Take my hand. Otherwise, I can’t walk. Look at me. I can’t live without being watched over by you. Don’t go anywhere. This responsibility is upon you.

The ones evil enough to hoax that person and steal her from his everyday life were to him criminals that should be judged – devils that had destroyed his world. Even having such depraving intentions was a sin in itself.

After he had stopped contemplating the door that would not make any sounds of someone returning home no matter how much time passed, he came to despise everything that had led to his crumbling down. He would never be misled, lying to himself that he was all right with that. He would trust no one, always incompatible with others. And he would never fall apart. Such was his desecration against his old self, who had cried while staring at the door.

He believed being that kind of person was acceptable.









Eustitia was a city renowned as the capitol of astronomy. It was located on a low-inclination mountain range. Its people, living at about 1,500 meters above sea level, were observers enchanted by the night sky’s stars. The center of Eustitia, built through shaving off the mountains, was its Observatory, constructions made of stone densely congregating around it.

The only way to reach the city that practically sprouted from the extensive land was to ride a train to the base of the mountains and hop onto a ropeway that creaked rustily as it rose. Unlike most metropolises of several hundred kilometers sparkling with neon lights, it was a world under a sky untainted by human-produced colors, enveloped in a natural jet-black veil.

On one side, it was called the “capitol of astronomy” due of its superiority in astronomical observation, but it could also be said that the most remarkable characteristic of the city was being home to one of the world’s leading astronomical research institutes. Said institute had been named after a maritime navigation king that had managed to get his hands on enormous amounts of wealth during his lifetime, Shaher. Observatories that had been erected in many places under influence of the deceased Shaher’s hobbies still existed, as courtesy of the continuous sustenance from his family group.

The Shaher Astronomical Observatory’s Research Institute ensured a vast assortment of activities, such as discovering new stars, researching anything related to astronomy and manufacturing telescopes. Now, as for what was done in Shaher’s headquarters in Eustitia, its personnel managed books about every known star, collected from all over the world. Having been established as the annex of the astronomical observatories, said headquarters safeguarded a gigantic library that could make book addicts salivate and pass out with just a look. Of course, every one of its books were about stars and the myths related to them. But even so, the amount of works it possessed was overwhelming.

In the atrium room, black iron spiral stairs that went on forever served as bridges between each floor, while an order-made gold chandelier that formed the image of a star descended from the ceiling. Not the smallest gaps could be spotted in-between the books stuffed in the shelves. Many desks and chairs could be found scattered around the place, but sofas were in bigger number. From cloth-covered luxurious ones to lovable ones with cat legs, the sofas of many different shapes and qualities were support for the researchers.

The people who worked there were in charge of diverse tasks, such as arranging classifications, providing assistance for visitors and decoding the ancient writing of foreign literature pieces. Amongst them, the one said to be the least appealing job was in the manuscripts department, which preserved books so old as to be on the verge of deterioration. Just as the name indicated, it was the department where already-published handwritten books were transcribed into typewritten format.

Although the people from said department steadily worked on the manuscripts to an astounding extent every day, they currently found themselves in the middle of a trifling crisis. The cause was a large amount of astronomy books had been selected out of an ample literary collection purchased from a certain influential family’s warehouse. The great number of volumes was a problem, but even more so was conserving them, given the state they were in. The texts were barely readable and many pages would rip when turned. The only thing that could be done without damaging the books was opening them. In addition, the number of people in the manuscripts department was of eighty employees. Even without days off for a whole year, they would still not be done rendering all the manuscripts that had been brought in.

Taking the condition of the books into consideration, it was required with urgency that all volumes were transliterated simultaneously. That was when those people gained the opportunity to come in contact with professionals from a completely different field of expertise – the ones unmatched at typewriting jobs, Auto-Memories Dolls.









The ropeway shook restlessly. Walking in lines through the opened door were several well-dressed females of wide-ranging ages, from ladies with reading glasses to girls in their early teens, clad in either western or eastern-styled clothes, of varying races and eye colors. Everything in every single one of them was note-worthy. And what they had in common was that all of them had been hired by the world’s biggest enterprise, Shaher.

The last one that had hopped off the ropeway wore cocoa brown knit-up boots. The emerald green of the brooch on her chest shone foggily along with her golden hair and wondrous blue eyes. The dark red ribbon that decorated her head emitted a smooth luster and her white ribbon-tie one-piece calculatedly highlighted her feminine refinement. Her Prussian blue jacket finely matched her calm and dignified air, bringing out the milky white shade of her skin. She fixed her hold on her trolley bag and cyan and white-striped lace umbrella, turning it upside down and raising her face.

Arrayed in a colorful micro-mini kimono, a red-haired oriental Auto-Memories Doll that had ridden the ropeway with her whispered to one of her co-workers, “In my country, people like that are nicknamed ‘lilies walking amongst peonies’.”

An unique flower that stood out more than any of the women in town. Without a doubt, she was exquisite. Her beauty was the kind that made it difficult to approach or speak to her. Unlike the others, who got along well and conversed with one another, she simply marched onto the stone-paved road towards their destination.









A young man observed the city through a small telescope from one of the rooms in Shaher’s headquarters. As work hours had not yet started, he carelessly wore a flaggy, half-unbuttoned dress shirt and trousers, merrily watching the view outside from the window beside his bed.

“Leon, hey. Come take a look. The girls that ‘rush anywhere at any time’ are arriving.”

The other youth, Leon, responded to his roommate’s words with a frown, “How about getting changed? Since the copyists will be here soon.”

Fussy-looking almond eyes could be spotted from behind his thin-framed glasses. His developing, young facial features indicated him to be in his mid-teens. His long hair was of a rare sea-green color and his skin, which was the same shade as he had been born with and not a product of being burned by the sun, was of a beautiful brown. Unlike his roommate, he had already put on his necktie and buttoned his cufflinks.

“Auto-Memories Dolls, huh. They’re gorgeous women that use beautiful words to write for their clients! Aren’t they worthy of being reverenced?”

Leon retorted in a low tone to the man that was about five years older than himself, “They’re like prostitutes, right? I’ve heard that aiming to get rich men to marry them is their objective.”

“Who told you something like that? Don’t you say it in their faces. You’re bad with words, after all… and women are scary when angered. Especially those who work like that. There might be women like you described, but these have come all the way here to assist common citizens like us. Show some respect.”

“Shaher’s association will pay them, won’t it? If that’s their job, it’s not a reason to show respect. Since they were going to be paid anyway, the renting didn’t have to be of human dolls. Why do we have to let a bunch of women into our offices?”

“You mean the other invention of their creator, Professor Orland? It seems that this suggestion had already been made. A lot has been discussed, but we couldn’t afford renting eighty of them to have one machine per person. They’re expensive. And there aren’t many corporations that make business from renting out things like that. It’s also easy to put together a large number of dolls when they have such a close relationship with postal companies.”

Though Leon was disgusted by those words, he understood them well.

Postal affairs worldwide varied according to each continent, but the deliveries of postal items of their own continent did not follow patterns, as they were led by private companies. It was said to be the master of the current generation’s postal agencies aberration, where the users had to choose a postal agency based on potential limits for the distributions and fees to have their items delivered. However, the Auto-Memories Dolls had a side-business partnership with the local postal service.

They gave off the impression of being high-grade exclusive use of the wealthier classes, but the fee plans were many. Moreover, the modest care of those cautiously selected, well-trained women would often be requested more than once by the same user. Their presence in the market was not immense, but by no means was it small.

“We can’t extend their work hours too much, but if the price is more affordable, it’s fine if we hire cute human dolls. Things are better this way. They even make corrections in the texts. Besides, Leon… if the ones coming were men, you wouldn’t have uttered a single complaint, would you?”

Silence.

“I seriously think your hatred towards women… is disproportional. I don’t know the cause… but I believe you’ll be cured from it if you fall in love. You miss out on a lot by not experiencing romance.”

Leon looked as if he was biting back cynicism. Although he was not fond of being told that his face of displeasure fit him well, his current expression matched his overall appearance.

“Why does everyone… say that it’s weird to not be into romance?”

It seemed that was something he was used to hearing.

“No, I’m not saying it’s weird. It’s just a waste. What do you even live for?”

“People can live without that! I love my job, and I like this place. That’s why I’m put-off by Shaher’s decision. Don’t you see we’re exposing our sacred work to something inappropriate? Letting women into a workstation packed with men always ends up in…!”

“‘Sacred… work’, huh…”

“It’s not something anyone can do. You and I are here because we’ve been chosen. Document-deciphering techniques require learning all sorts of languages. We of the manuscripts department are men with exceptional talent.”

“It’s dull, though. Men everywhere. We do have some ladies in charge of literature collections related to flowers, though… Ah, but they might be the majority in the references section. I wish I’d been drafted there.”

Leon stayed silent while observing his roommate grin broadly at the approaching women. He put on the work jacket that he usually wore over his shirt and left the room at once. Although he heard his name being called from behind, he ignored it.

The corridors were enveloped in a gentle morning atmosphere. From the windows, early sunrays shone brightly while pouring into the dim halls and bird chippings could be heard. It was also from them that he could see a fellow staff member writing the words “Welcome, Auto-Memories Dolls” onto a hanging banner.

The faces of the men that he crossed paths with in the males’ dormitory seemed somewhat foolish. Even those who usually never bothered shaving their beards were now putting their bare jaws to display, frequently peeking into hand-mirrors.

“Leon, good morning! Man, finally the fateful day has come… hey?”

“Why’s he making such a scary face? It’s the same as always, though.”

He passed by the spot without greeting his sneering colleagues.

“Everyone is so giddy about ‘women’ and ‘love’. Isn’t it pathetic?” Over being repetitively told the same things, within the silence of such a delightful morning, Leon clicked his tongue and kicked the wall with his polished leather boot. “To hell with ‘romance’!”

The birds outside immediately reacted to the violent sound; all the ones that had settled on the nearby trees flew away. His foot apparently hurting from the kick, Leon let out a groan after walking a few steps.









The entrance hall of the Shaher headquarters, where constellations and mythical characters were drawn on the dome-shaped ceiling, was where the Auto-Memories Dolls had gathered, their constant talking reverberating like ripples. Presented in front of their colorful figures was a member of Shaher’s manuscripts department’s personnel, who sported a comfortable-looking black gown known as an ‘academic dress’ and a square college cap with a tassel, letting out what sounded like a purposeful cough.

Upon a signal from his hand, other members with the same outfit appeared from the back in a row. Though there were several women, the men were in bigger number. Amongst them, Leon seemed to be the youngest. His youth was evident amidst so many adults, as each one of them tensed up with the rigid cleverness typical of a group of specialists that had come from other countries.

“To the Auto-Memories Dolls here assembled, we are terribly sorry for the long wait. I am the manager of the manuscripts department, Rubellie.”

The chitchatting died immediately as the first man that had showed up spoke. As if synchronized, the Auto-Memories Dolls bowed elegantly in various ways, their voices becoming one, “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Master.”

The chorus was cheerful, incompatible with the old hall. Soon after, the women glanced at one another and burst into giggles. Apparently, greeting at the exact same time was something they had never done before. Indeed, all of them were business rivals that had been dispatched by many different amanuensis organizations. And the women marketed as Auto-Memories Dolls were required to receive high-grade tuition regarding the details of their very ancient profession. Therefore, responding with grace to counterparties was to them a common rule.

Albeit flattered, Rubellie coughed once again and opened his mouth, “Your contract period is of a month. In that meantime, we will make copies of hundreds of precious literature pieces. The total number of staff members in our manuscripts department is eighty people. My respected eighty Auto-Memories Dolls, the goal for the manuscript transcription progress in this one month is of 80%. If I were to be completely honest, I wish you could stay for much longer, but the maximum availability for hiring extremely busy ladies such as yourselves is only of thirty days. Another reason is that the copyists whose efforts we had wanted to make use of in this limited time are frequently summoned by the military. All of us from the manuscripts department have awaited you from the bottom of our hearts. We will be in your care.”

As he took his hat off and bowed, the other members followed suit. Nothing had started just yet, but already something warm sprouted in the hearts of said experts, who found themselves in the presence of one another by a miracle.









After the introductions, work soon became the topic.

The manuscripts were supposed to be dealt with in pairs. Rubellie announced the duos one by one, and the people called were sent to the workroom. Lined up with everyone else in the hall, Leon waited for his name to be annunciated as well.

It seemed his roommate had been partnered with a kimono-wearing Auto-Memories Doll. While escorting her, he turned backwards and showed Leon a firmly clenched fist.

“Next, Leon Stephanotis. Leon, please step forth. Your partner is… from the CH Postal Service, Miss Cattleya Baudelaire. Miss Cattleya Baudelaire, please step forth.”

The manuscripts department staff members held their breaths at the woman weaving her way forward past the remaining ones. She had actual doll-like facial traits and body, and her aura hinted that her attractiveness was not her only gift.

“A-Are you Miss Cattleya Baudelaire?”

The ‘doll’ turned her head just a little towards Rubellie, whose throat had gone dry for a second. With watery blue orbs and long blonde lashes that cast shadows over them, the woman gave him a bewitching look that could doubtlessly perplex anyone. “No, I have come here as Cattleya’s substitute. I rush anywhere my customers desire. I am from the Auto-Memories Dolls service, Violet Evergarden.”

Her voice was enough to captivate everyone and take control of the entire place.

“I am from the same postal agency as her. She was scheduled for two jobs at the same time by mistake, so I have been dispatched for this one. Her period of absence will be of a week, and after that, the originally-hired Auto-Memories Doll, Cattleya, will come. However, a message of apology from our president was supposed to already have been delivered…”

A young woman that seemed to be a secretary stepped beside the bewildered Rubellie. “I’m so sorry. Come to think of it, we did receive a call three days ago. Since the only change to be made was in the registration name, I thought it could be done later and… hum…”

Rubellie waved his hand at the discomfited girl. “No, well… it’s fine as long as her place isn’t vacant. Now, Miss Evergarden, we will leave working with our grumpy Leon to you. Leon, your partner has suddenly changed, but a brilliant gentleman such as yourself will have no issues with that, right?”

With all the attention of the room on him, Leon remained quiet, not uttering a single reply.

“Leon…?” Rubellie peeked at his face from the side.

Even for an onlooker, it was as if his time had stopped. He even forgot to blink and breathe. An abnormality Leon had never felt before weighted on his chest.

——My heart… is throbbing. What is this…? What is this woman? What did she do to me?

His eyes were wide-open, his mouth agape, his ears flushed red. Such reactions were caused by the rare beauty in front of him.

“Leon. Hey, Leon?”

Not even his superior’s words could reach him.

——A strange feeling… is burning within my body.

Violet tilted her head slightly at the glare – so fiery it almost could make one melt – that he shot at her, calling out to him, “Master?”

Leon Stephanotis. Sixteen years old. Born and raised in the arms of Mount Eustitia, he had always watched the night sky, leading a life of ever being addicted to astronomy. His time was dedicated to the stars, with no openings in his routine for outsiders to sneak into. That was how things were supposed to be even now. Until the present moment, he had never known romantic love, as his misogynistic heart was being touched by someone else for the first time.









“I will now begin to write the words recited by Master without fail. About the graphs in this book, if you so wish, I could later submit a perfect copy of them. I have also heard that everything was supposed to be typewritten. Is it all right if the device I use is my own? Or is there one of yours already at hand?”

The workroom of Shaher’s manuscripts department was lively with noise. Several books lay on the lined-up sofas. The place was crammed with people working side by side, pushing away the books and diagrams to uncover free space for the typewriters to be settled on. Such a thing was only the expected with the number of people having doubled. Leon and Violet sat on chairs beside one another, the gap between them so small that their knees could touch at any moment.

“Use the one in front of you. Each and only the modern devices in Shaher are unified by a common password. Don’t leak it.”

“Of course, anything related to Master’s job is strictly confidential.”

Not at all feeling intimidated by a device that she was not familiar with, Violet started touching the typewriter. Leon’s eyes were continuously drawn to her stunning profile.

——This is odd… Just as I thought, I’m not in good health.

Leon struggled with the mysterious palpitation without having any idea of what its cause could be. It would be a disgrace for him as part of Shaher’s manuscripts department to become ill at such a time when everyone else was working properly. And so, without informing his situation to anyone, he desperately attempted to act like his normal self. However, the way that people around the two of them saw it…

“Leon… is blushing.”

“My… it’s definitely ‘that kind of thing’, isn’t it? He’s fallen for her, right?”

“So he did have interest in women. I was so sure that…”

“Ah, you too? I also used to think so.”

“Right… I mean, we’ve never seen him date anyone.”

“Uwah, I feel like a parent watching my son grow up.”

Leon’s friendly older colleagues were quick to tell his change in expression and had been worried, but ended up watching over him from their distanced seats as if having fun.

His title was of youngest astronomer with enough knowledge to be part of the manuscripts department. A young staff member who was acknowledged by his boss was likely to be seen as a nuisance, yet the men of the manuscripts department staff treated him as a little brother.

The curious onlookers’ stares carved holes into Leon’s back, but though he had noticed them, he settled for not saying a thing, glaring daggers at them in return. The ones being scowled at merely laughed and resumed their duties.

Her hands still on the typewriter that had been readied for use, Violet gave a slight nod and fixed her gaze on Leon again. “No issues with the operation method. Now, Master, please start reciting.”

“The first one we’ll do is a description written in Lingua Franca about a comet from two hundred years ago named Alley. I’m warning you: I’m fast at translating. Usually, when we form pairs here in the manuscripts department, one does the translating and one writes it down. If you can’t keep up, you’re an unnecessary dead weight.”

“I am aware.”

The brief reply struck Leon as a sign of overly-confident attitude. A desire to break such pride bubbled within him.

“Then, let us see your skills.” He carefully turned to page one of the book that was about to fall apart with a pincet. “‘An arrow of light cutting through the dark heavens reaped the neck of Saint Barbarossa with its hauling long tail. To quote the late astrologer Ariadne, the Light Arrow is a harbinger of ill omen. After the shine of said light had faded, a plague spread, and the kingdom echoed with news of its monarch’s death. It is said that Saint Barbarossa was also shot by the Light Arrow, which tore apart his soul and body. From what Ariadne revealed, there have been appearances of the Light Arrow in the past. The reason of Light Arrow’s existence is said to be the kidnapping of a bride by King Reinhardt from the Fairy Country. In this occasion, a nobleman died. However, the fact that the woman was turned into Reinhardt’s wife while her former groom was offered as sacrifice in a blessed banquet is not a tragedy. He revived with a new body in the Fairy Country, sited in the gap between life and death, with his soul preserved for eternity.’” Leon recited smoothly without pausing even once, not sparing a single glance at the one doing the writing. He could hear sounds of typing as he spoke, wondering how far she had gotten. Once he stopped to check…

“Master, please continue.”

…Violet had just finished copying his recitation. He was taken aback for a second.

——She might type quicker than me.

Instead of amazement, he felt frustration.

“It seems I can go even faster.” Leon cleared his throat, focusing his nerves and recommencing the translation, “‘Willingly or not, the nobleman’s death impacted the peasants. Many people become insane upon sighting the Light Arrow. Some will throw themselves into the lake while seeking its reflection and drown; some will chase it and never come back. There are also many who become strangely weak-spirited after having witnessed the Light Arrow. Moreover, the Light Arrow is not a sign of bad luck only in our country. A traveling troubadour once reported that, in the Orient, there exists a legend of when the Light Arrow set the sky on fire as it passed by. The people of that land would fill up bags with air to breathe into them until it was gone. It has been heard that there were also those who roamed around selling said bags filled with mountain wind. However, amidst the despair of watching everything be burned down by that entity running along the heavens, the helpless people could only stare. Great things always begin and end in places we cannot reach. If the ultimate end ever comes, it will surely be something as bright as that.’” He did not even stop to take a breath, exhaling heavily after speaking and hurriedly turning towards Violet.

“Master?” She was already done typing, having perfectly transcribed the depictions into the document.

The frustration he had suppressed earlier merged with irritation. He somehow could not handle seeing her look so calm.

“Don’t get cocky!”

Violet’s fingers moved rapidly onto the keyboard.

“No! Don’t write that! I wasn’t reciting!”

“My apologies.”

“Damn it… I’ll win no matter what… No! Don’t write this either!”

“My apologies again.”









After several hours of repeating the same process, the two of them were far ahead of the other duos with their amount of work. While checking the copied documents, Violet glanced sideways at Leon, who held onto his throat that ached from reading too much.

“We were able to do the equivalent of three days of work today. Master, you are commendable.”

“Ah, is that so…?” overtaken with a sense of defeat, Leon did not rejoice much.

Her typing speed was a particularly noticeable ability even in the manuscripts department. Regardless of being a specialist, he had lost to an outsider, which he resented.

“I assume we were twice as quicker as the other partners. Does this not mean that, we continue as we are, we will be able to finish all of the paperwork by half of the contract period?”

“That’s… impossible.” Leon said while scanning the progress table placed on one of the workroom’s walls. The name of each pair and the goal progresses and achievements of the day were registered in it, and every pair presented numbers far more advanced than planned.

It was then that Leon actually looked at Auto-Memories Dolls other than Violet. Even though that was their first break after working for eight hours, they were all smiles, amicably chatting with each other. In contrast, much like Leon himself, the manuscripts department’s men were completely exhausted. It could be an exaggeration to describe them as a heap of corpses, but it was not just one or two of them that had collapsed onto the nearby desks.

“How… can you girls be so energetic…?”

“By ‘energetic’, you mean…?”

“Anyone would get tired after doing so much transcribing… normally.”

Violet blinked questioningly a few times. “Rapid writing certainly does require concentration and stamina, but that does not cause much fatigue in comparison to traveling.”

“‘Traveling’, you say… You mean to where your clients are?”

“Yes. It is part of our job as Auto-Memories Dolls to go anywhere a client needs us to at any time. Even if that turns out to be the interior of an unexplored dense jungle or a large nation hidden behind dozens of mountains, we can withstand taking any means of transportation while carrying nothing but our bags for a whole year.”

“Even though you’re women?”

“Most Auto-Memories Dolls are female.”

“Well… even so… there are places that are dangerous, right?”

“That is correct. But does everyone not have the minimum of physical strength and self-defense techniques? Since I am from the CH Postal Service, I am assigned to conflict areas as well. In those cases, I carry firearm with me, which adds in quite a bit of extra weight. Typing for a few hours is…”

It appeared she had wanted to say “nothing”. Leon felt the irritation swirl in his chest again. But at the same time, his mind changed a little about the idea he had of Auto-Memories Dolls. From an ordinary person’s point of view, an Auto-Memories Doll was a special professional whose services could only be afforded by high society.

——I thought they were entertainers of rich men, but…

A posture undisturbed even after long hours of effort. The consistent composure of an attendant. Severe work conditions that did not seem to include definite days off. Agendas that demanded going to dangerous areas. If anyone were to ask him if he could do it all, the answer would be no.

“Why are you… doing such a hard job?”

——It’s not the kind of thing one could accomplish just by wanting to marry a rich guy.

Violet answered blandly, “It is the role that was given to me.”

“By your company?”

“That… as well. But never once did I think it was too hard. I believe that… going all the way to my clients and depicting their feelings, as if I were receiving the thoughts of someone that had an olden tale written in their mind and giving form to them, is extremely… unique… and wonderful.”

Her words instantly blew the weariness away from Leon’s body.

——I understand. I totally understand.

In the distant past, someone used to observe the stars and research them as he did now, and Leon could sense a romanticist feeling whenever that person talked about them. The empathy, admiration and fear he felt towards that person, who was no longer around, as well as the feeling of accomplishment of deciphering a manuscript for the first time, were rather exceptional.

“You’re right…”

It was truly wonderful.

“Even though… you’re a woman… you get it.”

“Does being a woman… have anything to do with it?”

“Well, no… there isn’t…”

Upon being praised by that Master for the first time, Violet let the corners of her lips curl up a little when he was not looking.









The Auto-Memories Dolls that had been nicknamed “penalty assistants of the manuscripts department” continued working at full power the following days.

The thoroughly-educated ladies’ alluring demeanor and way of carrying themselves did not appeal only to men, as they were complimented by other women as well. Amongst them, the one that stood out the most was Leon’s partner, Violet Evergarden. Her classy charm was one of the reasons, but what also attracted the men was her cool behavior. She started gaining worshipers.

“Be careful. People are envious of you.”

Although he was warned right away and did not understand it at first, Leon later realized what was going on. Even after finishing looking for materials or typing manuscripts out, the two of them always walked around the building together. Leon, who was bad with words and inept with women, and Violet, who, almost like a real doll, mostly spoke in a robotic manner, were not supposed to be a cheerful-looking duo. Yet logic did not reach those whose eyes were clouded by love. And the ones that were the most jealous were men outside of the manuscripts department.

“Well, what did you wish to talk about?”

Having hit a wall with the translation, Leon had headed to the library in search for a dictionary. Since the one he had wanted was in a place so high that he had to climb a ladder, he had left Violet waiting on a nearby chair. As he came back feeling triumphant after finally getting his hands on the book like a treasure hunter, he found Violet surrounded by three young men from the references section, who smiled at her from ear to ear.

“Just that it’s a pity you got Leon as partner. He has a nasty personality.”

“True. Even though he’s an orphan that wouldn’t have been able to lead a decent life if it weren’t for Shaher taking him in…”

“A flower on a precipice like you would be wasted on him. If it gets boring, come to the references section. Do you like talking about stars? We’re better at that than the manuscripts department guys.”

Violet expressionlessly listened to everything being said.

——Ridiculous.

Leon clicked his tongue. Although he was easy to anger, he had received such treatment so many times that he was quite sincerely used to it. Rather than fury, nothing was on his mind other than a part of himself asking in an amused tone, “This again?”

He was more than conscious of his own origins, his wicked character, the fact he was younger than everyone else and that very few people actually liked him. It was probably due to appearing unfriendly when dealing with people of other departments. His reputation amongst them was not very positive. He might not even have had his work in the manuscripts department recognized had he not caught the eye of his boss, Rubellie. Yet Leon led a lifestyle in which he did not seek for other people’s affection, and therefore was never upset by defamation of that sort. He was not offended in the slightest.

“I am an orphan as well.” Violet’s words tore through the silence of the library as their impact was conveyed.

They had considered her voice beautiful before, but that was the first time it sounded so pure.

“I have most certainly not had the satisfying life you seem to be implying.” The impetuous sentence resonated casually.

——She’s… lying, right? was what Leon thought, but he could see her serene and frank attitude from the space between the men’s backs.

“It has only been a few years ever since I learned how to read.”

Although his heart was unharmed by anything regarding himself, he was assaulted by pain at Violet’s confession.

“And, forgive me… for firing your words back at you, but… at the very least, the people from the manuscripts department are more joyful and skilled than me when it comes to conversations.” Violet, still beautiful as ever, unpretentiously revealed herself. “If what you desire to discuss is about places of birth or childhood… would you mind if I do not participate?”

“T-This is wrong. You’re not… like that. Right?”

“Nothing is wrong. Compared to Master Leon, I am the one who has the most depriving life… I can assert it even without your confirmation.”

“H-His mother was a wanderer.”

“I do not even know my parents’ faces. Besides, I myself am a wanderer. I am an Auto-Memories Doll, after all. If you intend to advocate only for me, your remarks are contradictory.”

“You’re… saying this to cover up for Leon because he’s your partner, aren’t you?!”

Violet turned towards the man who had said so with his face beet-red. “I am merely saying the truth… however… that might be correct…” Her golden lashes shook as her rouge lips waited for her thoughts to take shape.

Violet Evergarden was most likely not the type to shrink back, no matter how much others urged her.

“My contract might have been sealed by Shaher’s management, but my master at the moment is Sir Leon Stephanotis alone. Should you attempt to hurt him, I shall protect him with everything I have. This might be a deviation of my professional duties… however, it is my nature as a doll.”

The young men, who were completely dismissed, had no idea how to refute.

“Let’s go, our words aren’t getting through.” With that one statement, at last, the three quickly stepped away from Violet.

Indeed, the world she lived in was different from theirs. Even with them being fellow human beings, even while they spoke the same language, that truth remained unchanged. It was as if they were facing one another from opposite shores – their words would not mesh. Such was an unfortunate reality, but there were many who would not realize the sad part of it.

An onlooker asked in low tone about what had happened and was told about Violet in whispers.

“What’s with her? Talking big just because she’s pretty… who does she think she is?”

“Seems like she’s an orphan…”

Gossiping with no sense of guilt. People started chattering loud enough that only those with damaged ears would not hear it. Even so, Violet sat down with a well-mannered posture and continued to wait for Leon. She awaited his return, and nothing else.

For Leon, her figure was unbearable for some reason. It was dignified. When he had first met her, too, he had thought that she had a dignified beauty. Without a doubt, she was more stunning than any woman he had ever met. The nobility of her caliber was admirable. However, she had just displayed a singular kind of charm.

——Something… Something different. Something cleaner and immensurable. Something…

She seemed like even more of a dazzling person now. It made his chest ache.

Leon clicked his tongue again and walked slowly, reaching his hand out to Violet.

“Master.” Violet raised her face.

Simultaneously, Leon held onto her arm and made her stand up. They made their way through the library’s extensive corridors in a fast pace. Their shoes rattled against the floor.

“Master, have you found what you were looking for?”

“It’s here.”

“That is good.”

“It’s not.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not good at all!”

——Isn’t it my fault that people started thinking badly of you?

The subject did not go further than that.

“Is that so? By the way, does this library have books of departments other than the manuscripts one?”

“Hah? Of course… there are tons of books about constellations. Is there any you want to read?”

“Yes. For someone that travels often, it is useful to collect knowledge.” Violet acted as if the previous disturbance had not affected her in the slightest.

Her object of interest was a pile of books close by. Not even the excessive warmth of Leon’s hand on her arm had put a damper to it. Even though he had wanted to leave as soon as possible, he stopped in his tracks instantaneously.

“Then start choosing right now. You need a card for borrowing books. It’d be a pain to make one for you, so let’s just act as if I were the one borrowing them.”

“But… we are in the middle of work hours…”

Leon once again felt indescribably itchy at Violet’s restraint. “It’s just a matter of picking a few of them, right? Besides, I made you wait, so this is retribution. You’re modest over some weird things. Even though you always say whatever you want…”

“My apologies.”

“I’m not mad, so don’t apologize.”

“You are not?”

No matter how one looked at it, Leon’s face showed displeasure.

“I’m not. This is just the face I have.”

With her lips tapering as if she was sulking, Violet narrowed her eyes a little. “I am told that I am expressionless. Such is the face I have.” She said in a way similar to his. “We are a bit alike.”

Leon found it difficult to release his hold.









“Then I said, ‘this is scary, huh’. And what do you think she said back? ‘You are adorable’! Kuuuuuh! I couldn’t handle it! She’s the one that’s adorable! Right? Hey, are you even listening, Leon?”

Three days had passed since the collaborative work had started. As usual, his roommate babbled to no end instead of just changing from his pajamas. He had been talking about Auto-Memories Dolls since early morning, but Leon had stopped listening midway. While he fastened his tie, something else was on his mind.

“I’m not. Your story doesn’t matter. I can’t think of anything other than the observation of Alley’s Comet that will happen in four days.”

“As I thought, you weren’t… Alley’s Comet has a cycle of 200 years, was it? Welp, if we miss this, we won’t be alive the next time.”

“I wonder how it can be so beautiful.”

“The tail of light created when the comet passes by is very fantasy-like in the existing images of it. I’m also looking forward to seeing that. And I’m thinking of inviting my partner. Come to think of it, wasn’t your super gorgeous one only going to stay for four more days?”

“My chest… hurts intolerably… when I look at her.”

“Why don’t you try to invite that pretty girl, Violet? And hey, what did you say just now? Weren’t we talking about the comet?”

——Just four more days, huh?

The observation of Alley’s Comet was a big event for Shaher’s staff. Only people born within the visiting periods of long-cycle comets were able to see them. It was a miraculous chance. However, although the comet occupied Leon’s mind, so did Violet.

Ever since she had come, after each day of work, he would count the remaining hours he could spend with her. At the break of dawn, he would find himself thinking on and on about things such as what to say when approaching her, or why she would always be missing during lunchtime. Doing so eased the stinging pain in his chest.

“Back to my topic… it’s fruitless, no matter how much you like her. She’s an Auto-Memories Doll. She’ll soon disappear somewhere. Well, women are normally like that, though. Just when you think everything’s going fine, before you realize it, they’re filing a letter of divorce and it’s over. Then they get mad like, ‘I have been holding back about it all this time’ and leave. It’s just a matter of not holding things in and talking about them.”

——I don’t want… to become attached to her in that way. I don’t want to. I don’t want to.

He shook his head in attempt to stop thinking about her and failing. As if to admonish himself, Leon intentionally fastened the tie even tighter. It was as though his neck was about to twist. But in truth, it had been hard to breathe for a long while now – ever since meeting Violet.









It was customary in Shaher for everyone to halt their activities during lunch period. Director Rubellie would say that it was for the sake of their work quality.

Within the Shaher headquarters was a cafeteria that could accommodate not only the visitors but also the entire staff of every department. There were meals that could be bought and take-outs. It was a free space.

Leon would usually be at said cafeteria, but today, he had refused his colleagues’ invitation to sit together, walking around the halls after getting himself nothing but a bacon and lettuce baguette and a drink.

——Where is she?

He found the person in question without much trouble.

A balcony could be accessed through the hardly-used emergency stairs. The statue of a star goddess majestically stood on the stone handrail. Violet sat on it as though nestling on the goddess. With her drink in one hand, she fed pieces of her bread to the birds. Her brightly shining golden hair emitted a soft glow and made her look even more God-like.

The birds flew off once Leon opened the door.

“Do you… hate being seen while eating?”

As though having taken notice of his footsteps, without being startled in the smallest amount, Violet nodded.

Leon moved closer, sitting by her side. “Why?” he inquired, biting into the baguette.

Violet averted her eyes, as if deep in thought. “When I am eating or sleeping, I am defenseless. I cannot properly react if an enemy attacks.”

“‘Enemy’, you say… Even if you’re a woman traveling alone, do things that dangerous really happen?”

“It is just a habit. I was a soldier in the past.”

“Hah? You?”

“Yes. Is that strange?”

Leon flinched as Violet slowly moved her neck to look at him. As her eyes met his sea-green hair, they narrowed slightly at the excess of light.

“I-It is… I mean, you… no matter how you look at it… you’re just a woman.”

“‘Just’…?”

During work, he had come to find out that her arms were prosthetics. He had thought they could have been the result of some accident, but after being told that she had been a soldier, he understood everything. Continentally speaking, disabled veterans were not a rarity. There had been a war going on between big countries – namely, the Continental War – until a few years before. But even after having heard that revelation, Leon, who knew nothing of Violet’s past, could only see her current self.

“You’re… just a woman…”

For him, the first ‘woman’.

Once again, Violet had a thoughtful expression for a moment. “Master is one of a kind.”

“Eh, how so?”

“Wherever I go, I am generally told that I am odd.”

“Isn’t that because of your clothes? They’re fluttery and seem hard to move around with.”

“Isn’t Master’s academic dress even harder to move around with?”

“It is. There are people that don’t even wear anything under those things during summer. Because they get moldy.”

“It would be terrible if the wind were to blow in these occasions.”

As she commented seriously, Leon ended up smiling.

“By the way, Master, did you have anything to talk about?”

“Y-Yeah… it’s nothing much, though. On your last day here, Alley’s Comet is coming. And, hum… it’s gonna be a really big deal, so I came to tell you about it…”

“Alley’s Comet is… the one mentioned in that manuscript, is it not?”

“That’s right. It’s got a 200-year cycle, so we won’t be able to see it again in this lifetime. Well, want to see it?” while asking, Leon internally prayed that she would somehow say yes.

“Yes, I would like to see it.” Violet nodded.

Leon balled a fist, crushing the baguette he had been holding. “Is that so? I guess it’s a given since we’re partners. There was no need to invite you.”

“Are you making an invitation? Or are you not?”

“I-I will! I am! You’re invited. The observation is before dawn, so we’ll start getting ready at two o’clock. You’ll probably be sleepy by the time you have to leave; is that okay?”

“No problem. Just two hours of sleep is enough for me.”

“Get more than that… I understand. You just have to wait for the day to come. We’ll be the ones to prepare anything that might be of need. See ya. Sorry for intruding.” Getting down from the rail, Leon walked away.

After turning a few corners in the corridor, he leaned his back against a wall and squatted down on the spot. His cheeks were stained crimson, sweat traveling down his forehead. As a hand made its way to his lips, he realized that he was grinning. Violet’s response of “yes, I would like to see it” replayed on repeat in his head.

“Fu… fuha… fuhaha…” it was good that there was no one around as he burst into laughter, abruptly returning to himself after a few seconds. He got up in a hurry, straightening his clothes and wiping the sweat off. “I’m… This is weird… What is this…?” still not knowing the name of his peculiar disease, Leon let out a miserable voice and covered his face with both hands.

Violet, whom he had left behind, was watching whatever had happened to the baguette forgotten on the rail.









The Eustitia Observatory was equipped with a huge astronomical telescope, which was considered the world’s largest. Other than it, the Observatory had countless smaller telescopes that could be borrowed and set up. As the place was the best celestial bodies’ observation spot in Eustitia, one could view the sky from anywhere they preferred, since it would make no difference so long as they had the right tools.

In the dead of night, still too dark to properly see anything, Leon met up with Violet after gathering telescope pieces, along with blankets for two and a few other items.

“Master, I will carry these.”

“It’s fine.”

“But… they seem heavy.”

“It’s fine!”

Violet walked behind Leon, away from the stone-made cityscape. Although it was a warm season, in a city located within mountains, the coldness was still enough to prickle one’s skin during nighttime. In addition, they both headed farther above into the mount. Once they arrived at the desired place, their bodies were utterly frigid.

“Here, cover yourself with this. And drink the soup. I’ll put up the telescope.”

Other observers could be seen here and there in the area Leon had chosen. At a glimpse, it looked like a spacious open field, but just a little ahead was a precipitous cliff. Still, there were no obstacles in anyone’s line of sight, and the large trees in the surroundings created good resistance against the wind. It was the best day for a star to come back after 200 years.

“Master, is that Alley’s Comet?” Violet asked upon sighting a small lump of light in the sky.

“It’ll look even more beautiful in a bit. The closer the comet gets to the Sun, the more it evaporates from the heat, and that’s what creates its tail and makes it take the form of what people call a ‘shooting star’. The times when it’s visible are either when the Sun is setting in the west or right before it rises in the east. It’ll take some time but it’s worth the wait. Here, sit down.”

Violet was gradually encircled by the things Leon had brought – a mat that had grown weary from usage, cushions that could withstand being sat on for long hours, a soft and lukewarm blanket and a delicious soup that warmed up the body from inside out.

“You still cold? Women get chilly so easily that it’s a pain. Want one more layer? Put it on.”

Although he had a rude way of speaking, he was a caring boy.

“Master is… very kind.” Violet whispered at the same time as he spoke.

“D-Don’t spout nonsense. I’m not kind. And I’m no good with women. I treat them with disdain.”

“Is that so? It seems to me that you are very gentle. It does appear that Master does not hold conversations with female staff members, though…”

He looked like he had no interest in others.

“Honestly, I hate women…” After blurting it out, he wound up seeking Violet’s reaction.

She merely waited for him to continue.

“I-It’s not… like I hate all of them… It’s just that this is like a curse… No matter what, whenever women are around, it ends up being bad for me in some way. I know… that there are good women out there.”

“Has a woman ever… done something malicious to you?”

The answer to Violet’s question was a scar in Leon’s heart that he had not shared even with his colleagues.

——She will… be gone soon, anyways. Regardless of whatever I say, we’ll never meet again afterwards. So isn’t it okay… to become honest in front of someone for once in my life? Leon thought while looking into the eyes of that beautiful woman.

Luckily, she was a straight-laced taciturn. She would definitely not go on gossiping about the past of a young man that she had met in the mountains. Even if she did, the damage that it could cause was minimal.

“Can you promise me… you won’t tell this to anyone?” Leon, who could not open up without such precaution, let go of the telescope that he had just finished preparing and firmly held onto her two hands.

“As you wish.”

His own hands, which had been gelid from the nightly wind, were now tense and sweaty in the peak of his nervousness.

“I… I was… I was born and raised in this city. You… heard a lot about it back in the library, right?”

“You were listening…?”

“I was. It’s just as they said. My mother was a wanderer; a gypsy. Do you know what gypsies are? They’re people that visit many places and do performances, like dancing, singing, and crafting, thus promoting their own works… They’re similar to you, Auto-Memories Dolls.” While speaking, Leon started to reminisce to the parent that was no longer around. “Most gypsies are free-spirited women. There are those who hook up with men wherever they go, and those that fall head-over-heels and chase after just one. They’re normally one of these two types. My mother was no exception, and fell in love with a man from this city, giving birth to a child. That was me.”

Leon’s mother had told him about how green was an extremely rare hair color. It was a mutation born from an abrupt genetic mixture of multiple races. That was why he was so special and precious, she used to say – because he was the result of love between so many people.

His mother had flaxen hair that had always smelled sweet. Since she had lived without ever dyeing it despite being teased for it, her words held great weight. No matter how much it was viewed as bizarre, she had never stopped seeing it as a blessing.

He actually did not have many memories of his father, who was often not home. The latter worked at Shaher’s literature collection department. He had a grizzly beard and slump shoulders. It could not be said at a glimpse that he was a good person, but Leon’s mother had been completely in love with him.

“Mom got my father to marry her by asking him directly.” His words sounded dark, but it was the truth.

He did not understand why his stunning mother had fallen for a reserved man that spent most of his time gazing at stars. Similarly, he did not understand why his father had accepted her. Only, the two had always seemed to get along well. Whenever his father would hear his mother cheerfully singing while reading his newspaper on the sofa, he would invite her to dance with him, force himself to stand up and execute the steps poorly, without ever treating her roughly. Their child would be reading picture books of stars nearby, listening to their laughter from behind his back. Such was their life.

He believed they were a good family.

It was said that the relationship between married couples often sullied due to issues with their children, but in their household, there was nothing of the sort. After all, the object of his mother’s affection was primarily his father, and he was nothing more than the outcome of it. For that reason, it was obvious that his mother would have left in pursue of his father when the latter did not return from a search for literary collections.

Upon contacting the literature collection department, she had been told he had gone to abandoned ruins that used to be the base of an ancient kingdom. The underground empire had collapsed due to famine after consecutive natural disasters had destroyed the magnificent forest above it. As the place had turned into an abandoned graveyard, it was occupied by wild beasts and thieves.

It was rumored everywhere that whoever entered the site was cursed to never come back alive, yet the task of finding out the truth behind six researchers that had vanished without even their corpses being left behind was too important to ignore. However, in the end, the ones who had left with such purpose returned without any clue on the whereabouts of the first group.

The literature collection department staff were explorers, and perishing during their journeys was not uncommon. Leon’s mother had been prepared for it to happen when marrying his father, but accepting it and being able to bear it were two different things. Her son or her dearest husband – putting both on a scale, she had eventually chosen which of them she loved most.

The last time he had seen her was her back opening the door of their house with full intent to venture into a world overflowing with light. Before doing so, she had silently packed her luggage, handed Leon enough money for a few months, cooked enough food for a few weeks, and told him about adults that he could rely on in case anything happened, throwing away her role as mother after patting him on the head once. The moment she had suddenly turned around, she was simply a woman going after her husband. Hers was the silhouette of someone that had been baptized by people who spoke lightly of love.

During that time, of course, he had been sad for being abandoned by his mother. The hardest part was being ignored after having called out to her with a low and tearful voice, as if pleading. Although his mother had supposedly heard him, she had opened the door without hesitation.

“I’ll come back soon.” She had left him with a cruel lie in exchange of a farewell and disappeared, not returning even once ever since.

——Surely, the times the three of us had together will never return, either.

Had she planned to leave her child and run off somewhere? Or maybe – it was the conclusion he was the least fond of imagining – she, who had lived for love, could have died for it. And Leon hated himself for still wanting to be keeping watch on that door even now.

——Women are selfish… they soon become obsessed with romance and love without thinking about the trouble they cause to others around them. As long as things are good for them, they don’t care about anything else. Love is what makes fools of their sort to be looked down on by people. Is it okay for a parent to do something like that?

Where were his infant self’s feelings supposed to go? What was right and what was wrong? As the sight from his memories kept replaying in his head, so did the questions of “why?” and “how?”, several hundreds of million times. How were the wounds from losing that person and from reaching his hand out to the past supposed to heal?

For his young self, that person was his entire world. He would never have thought that she would be gone one day. Were she not already there from the start, at the very least, she was his outright guardian from the moment he had been born until he had become aware of the things around him. She would find him whenever he ran off crying and praise him whenever he did something good. Should he reach out his hand, she would even embrace him. She was a grand existence, better than him at everything.

——Take my hand. Otherwise, I can’t walk. Look at me. I can’t live without being watched over by you. Don’t go anywhere. This responsibility is upon you.

Such was what a parent was supposed to be.

——That’s what I used to think.

After finishing revealing his personal history, Leon rubbed his chest upon feeling his heartbeats intensify. Even though he had merely talked about the past, his heart reacted candidly, which affected his entire body.

——I’m an idiot, even though I’m not a child anymore.

He had had an unfulfilling childhood, but it was not as if he had never been fortunate. Shaher’s foundation had taken him in as an orphan after being notified that he had been abandoned and his relatives were gone, unfalteringly raising him until he was able to become an independent citizen of Eustitia. He had later managed to land the great job of his dreams. He was fully aware that holding an eternal grudge towards his mother for leaving him was irrational. Even so…

——Even so, my sad past will not disappear.

In order to even the heartbeats, Leon sucked in a deep breath. Violet sat mutely by his side. Wind blew past the area, shaking the trees with its strokes. The cries of insects resounded softly, the sky filled with countless stars and one comet. Perhaps that had not been the best topic to discuss during such an ideal night.

Violet’s once quiet rose-colored lips opened unexpectedly, “Master… your honorable mother was very important to you, right?” She spoke in an awfully casual manner, but the way she had pronounced ‘important’ sounded as if it had been borrowed from somewhere. Her words did not seem to have her real feelings properly imprinted in them.

Leon gazed at Violet. “I’m not really… sure about it anymore, but that probably used to be true. I must have felt this way before, since she was my family… What about yours?”

“I have no blood-relation family. I had been in the military since I was little, and the kind of family Master is asking about… I feel that I finally have a vague idea of it by now. Only… there was someone who took me in when I was a child.” Violet turned to look at Leon, who had never left the mountains, with her ocean-blue eyes. Her gaze while staring at his green hair, which was said to be the result of a wonderful love, was exceptionally solemn for some reason.

“Don’t you feel lonely being apart from that person?”

For a second, all of Violet’s movements stopped completely. Her pupils shook relentlessly, indicating she was at loss. A hand unwittingly reached for her emerald brooch. “To say this… could be seen as disqualifying of me as a doll. However, to tell the truth, I cannot distinguish… feelings such as loneliness, sorrow or love. I know what those feelings are. Except, I do not know if I myself can feel them. This is not a lie. I really do not know… still, just by not knowing this, it could be… that now, I may indeed be lonely.”

He might have denied those words had they been said by someone else. However, there was a taste of verity in the way that enigmatic woman spoke. It was as if the beautiful Auto-Memories Doll had the body and mind of a puppet. Nevertheless, Leon engraved her baffling words in his mind.

In the darkness of the night, Violet appeared smaller than during daytime. Although she looked like a doll, she was not really one. She was a genuine human being; a girl wrapped in a blanket.

“You… dedicate yourself to your job too much. Even if you call yourself an Auto-Memories Doll, you’re a normal woman through and through. Not a doll. You’re definitely… supposed to be lonely. Even I have times when I feel alone. R-Really rare times, though. Don’t you… occasionally think about this person?”

“I do.”

“Doesn’t your heart hurt like hell when you spent too many days away from them?”

“It does.”

“Won’t you feel lighter when you see them again?”

Violet closed her eyes, her long lashes meeting. Perhaps she was thinking about the person in question. Eventually, her blue orbs opened widely. “It seems I will.”

At her reaction that was so much like a child’s, Leon broke into laughter, “Haha, you… don’t you actually just have a low mental age? That’s the feeling I get when you talk.”

“Is that so? Do I not understand things… because I am too childish?”

“Who knows? It’s something that can only be recognized by gut feeling. And about your person… how are they doing now?”

Violet was taken aback and lost her words for a second. “We are apart at the moment, but I always feel as if I am by that person’s side.”

It was a roundabout answer. The way Violet spoke of her benefactor caused Leon to imagine an old man as her legal guardian. He was surely a strict person to raise a woman like her.

“You… if you heard that this person got in a dangerous situation at the other side of the world… while you were still in your contract period with me, what would you do? You wouldn’t know if you’d be able to save him even if you went to where he was. You could die. In a situation like this, would you abandon work and go to him?”

The interrogation might have been a bit harsh. It was obvious that she would go save someone who was like a parent to her, yet Leon had created feeble expectations. Regardless, Violet only blinked in silence.

“Sorry. That was my bad. I asked something weird. It’s troublesome to answer, right?”

“No, that is not it. On the contrary.” Violet replied, rubbing her chest just as Leon had been doing earlier. “No response other than going off to save him comes to me, and I keep thinking about how I would apologize to Master… Abandoning a mission is unpermitted, but I am certain I would leave to save that person. I would consent to any manner of vilification and punishment afterwards. For me, that person is practically the world itself… if he passed away, I would rather be dead.”

Leon lost his voice, mouth agape at the answer that had come out so smoothly.

“Master?”

“Ah, it’s nothing… just… you don’t seem like the kind of person to say things like that… i-it surprised me.”

“Is that so? I do not understand myself that well.”

“No… hum…”

“Master, forgive me for interrupting. That comet… I feel its tail is becoming very big.”

Upon being told so, Leon violently snapped his neck to look up. High in a world of utter darkness, something grand shone brightly. The illusion-like ball of light cut through the skies with a long tail that stretched out in a weak glow. Its radiant form was an emissary of light that shattered the world of night.

It could be seen with just a glance that all present feared the existence so-called a comet, for everyone, same as when falling in love, had forgotten to blink or breathe. The phantom thief above stole everything, even emotions and time – such was the charm of the bodies that resided beyond the sky. As Leon hurried to take a peek into the telescope, he was able to confirm that to be the entity they had been anticipating so much.

“Violet! You take a look too.” Oblivious of what they had just discussed, Leon was overwhelmed by the comet’s splendor.

Violet changed places with him and took a peek as well. Her mouth opened slightly with a gasp of admiration. “It is my first time seeing a star so up close.”

“It’s not a star! It’s a comet! Are you looking properly? This is a once-in-200-years occurrence! We’ll never see it again! This is a one-time… a one-time encounter!”

“Yes, I can see it. It is marvelous… things this beautiful actually exist.”

“That’s right! Amazing, isn’t it?! That’s why astronomical research is so great!”

Sounds of laughter and of wine bottles being opened could be heard in the surroundings. Even staff members they did not know celebrated the comet together. Violet let go of the telescope, surveying the sky and the space she currently found herself in. Underneath the heavens of right before sunrise, over the mountains enclosed in silence, people simply enjoyed the momentum with one another to their hearts’ contentment. The wanderer Auto-Memories Doll narrowed her eyes softly at the scene.

“Are you smiling right now?”

Lingering on the sight of the comet, without really answering the question, Violet replied with a newly-found, lively voice, “Master, astronomical observations are truly wonderful, aren’t they?”

The once-in-200-years night went on magnificent and gracefully.









In the noon subsequent to Alley’s Comet’s observation, Leon accompanied Violet to the ropeway after requesting Rubellie in advance for a quick break. They had had intermittent conversations the previous day, yet both were completely mute now.

The ropeway slowly ascended from below. Once it arrived, he would definitely never see her again. Yet Leon did nothing but rub his chest. It ached excruciatingly. A dismal pain seemed to pierce through him, on and off.

“Master, thank you very much for helping with the luggage. I can carry it by myself from here.”

Even as Violet said so, he found himself unable to hand over the trolley bag. She tilted her head at him.

“Hey, you… you…” Leon begun hoarsely. He could tell his face was growingly reddening.

He did not even know what exactly he wanted to say. Were she a man and had the two of them built a friendship over time, he could easily tell her to come visit him again. However, she was the woman that he was supposed to detest and had become hopelessly attached to instead.

The woman named Violet differed from any other he had ever met. The feelings he harbored for her were also different from the very start. He had never learned a way of saying goodbye to someone like her.

——If Mom… were still around, would I have copied it from her?

It was a bad habit of Leon’s to associate the loss of his mother with anything. While he had not even opened his mouth yet, the ropeway arrived.

“Master, it seems it is time. Even though it was for a short while, thank you for taking care of me.”

“Ah, no…” He wavered too much to say what really mattered. Various feelings whirled messily within Leon’s mind. Sorrow, frustration, resentment, and a hint of relief instead of anger.

As he silently passed the trolley bag to her, Violet bowed courteously in gratitude. She then turned on her heels and walked away from him.

——We won’t… ever meet again.

The white pleats of her skirt swayed, her ribbon wobbled, her boots made a light sound.

——I’ll… no longer be able to look at her.

The sea-blue of her eyes, lips of ruby and hair of gold were things he had only ever seen in books.

——I’ll… never see her again.

The emptiness of his past self being left behind with the click of a closing door assaulted his body even now.

——I… don’t want to just keep waiting for her here…!

When Leon realized, he had grabbed Violet’s shoulders just before she was gone and forced her to face him.

“Master?” Her gem-like orbs reflected his features wretchedly distorted in bitterness.

“Violet…” A bit of strength naturally came to his hands as he held onto her. The prosthetic arms emitted a sharp noise, which merged with his own heartbeats.

——Have courage… for once in your life!

The first person he had ever wished to welcome into his heart was an Auto-Memories Doll, a former soldier, and an absolute beauty. Perhaps she was a bad match for him. Yet it was exactly because she was the way she was that he had become fond of her.

——This love that I absolutely couldn’t muster out of my mouth…

“Violet, I know it will trouble you if I say something like this, but… I want to say it now.”

——…my heart, my emotions, and myself… to hell with it all.

“I like you.”

——To hell with it all.

“I’ve fallen for you. In the romantic sense.”

It was much better than having to bear the loneliness of keeping it to himself forever.

Silence ensued between the two. Regret slowly begun to burn within Leon’s whole being from his feet up. She was troubled. That much was clear.

——If possible… I had wanted to bid my goodbyes… without being hated.

With that, was he going to become one more of the numerous men who had hit on her?

“Master…” Violet’s time seemed to move slower due to the surprise attack. “Master… I…” despite generally having a calm composure, her voice jammed uncharacteristically.

——What’s wrong? Dump me.

She had had to deal with flirting from so many men during her stay. It was probably the same wherever she went. It would be fine if she just used her aloof, doll-like attitude as always.

“I…”

Yet Violet did not do so. Her gaze loitered around, turned to Leon, then to her own hands, and finally, she clutched her emerald brooch. As if confirming the existence of something, she grasped it tightly.

“I… when Master showed the stars to me, I felt that it was such a superb moment.” Her tone was different from usual. “I am sure that was what ‘having fun’ is, and I am extremely thankful to Master for bestowing me with it.”

The woman named Violet Evergarden was almost like an inorganic doll, an unattainable flower.

“I had the flighty sensation… that I was being treated as a normal girl.”

She was the sort of woman that would say she did not quite understand feelings, then splint off somewhere.

“However…”

Regardless, in reality, that was definitely not true.

“I do not feel as if I want to be with Master in this way. As Master described, I am a child… inexperienced as a human being… with no idea if I will ever fall in love from hereafter. I am that kind of woman. Still, if we ever meet again, I wish to spend time with you like this once more. The way I want to do it might be unlike yours, but that is what I am thinking.” Violet affirmed strongly, “This is the truth.”

Leon exhaled with an “aah”. His head drooped acutely. “Is that so…?”

It was a much better rejection than he had pictured. He could remain without crying due to his high level of self-respect as well.

“My apologies…”

Upon being asked for forgiveness, Leon shook his head slightly as to not let the tears come out. “You’re not guilty of anything. I’m… the one at fault. I got on the way of your departure.”

“No.”

“I caused you trouble.”

“No, there was no such thing. I… right now, I am surely…”

Violet apparently attempted to say something tremendously important. Presuming so, Leon forced his eyes, thinly tapered in-between his waterline, to look at her. Before his blurry vision was his first love.

“…in this instant…”

Standing right there.

“…I believe I am very ‘happy’.”

With the expression of a girl of the same age as himself, which still retained childish traces.

——What, so you have feelings after all?

He felt like laughing, but it seemed his tears would pour down if he did so. She who had from start to end not showed much emotion had done that to him. Even so, was it not better that way? His slanted heart could stand up again.

“Violet.”

“Yes?”

“I… I… I’m part of the manuscripts department right now, but… the truth is that I wanted to be in the literature collection one, like my father.”

Violet listened without dismissal to the sudden, odd topic.

“I’d been hoping that my mother would come back with him if I waited here… and shut myself in this place without exploring the world until I became this old. The possibility existed by staying here, so I kept wishing for it. But… now…” speaking inarticulately, Leon somehow managed to push on, “…now, I’ve made my mind. I will expedite around the world like you.”

As reflected in Violet’s eyes, he was not cool in the slightest.

It was embarrassing to show such a side of his character to a lady. That part of him was not really himself. While thinking so, he continued to spill the words out, “I might get involved in dangerous things. Maybe I’ll lose my life without even my corpse left behind like my parents. But… but… it’s fine. I think I’ll choose that path.”

Violet accepted his words with no nitpicking. “Yes.”

Leon’s chest creaked at her earnest reply. “And then, someday, for sure, we might encounter each other again under the night sky somewhere. We’re fellow gypsies. When this happens, will you…”

——…watch the stars with me again?

Before Leon finished, Violet nodded widely. “Yes, Master.” Her eyes narrowed the same way as when commenting on how wonderful things had been.

The insides of Leon’s once intensely throbbing chest felt immediately amended as he stared at that which would normally not be considered a smile. Nothing hurt anymore.

“I will be looking forward to it.”

He no longer sensed any sadness.

——What… so that time, too…

Albeit the fact that they had to bid farewell to each other could not be changed, he should have made that person turn around, even if forcibly. He had considerably regretted his lack of initiative for a long time.

Leon took some distance from Violet. Just before the door closed, she whispered with a voice that had a sweet ring to it, “Master, I work for the CH Postal Service. I rush anywhere my customers desire. However, at night, when everyone is asleep, I am, as you put it, just a woman. Just Violet Evergarden. If you ever see me someday beneath the starry skies, please do call out for me. Until then, I will attempt to memorize the names of at least a few stars.”

As soon as the door closed with a screech, the ropeway began to descend. The hand that had been holding onto Leon’s chest moved about in the air as he waved awkwardly. Violet returned it lightly.

When her figure was no more than a speck in the distance, Leon walked away from the platform and headed for his workplace. As he did so, he was deep in thought.

The other Auto-Memories Doll whom Violet had been replacing would arrive that afternoon. They had a pile of work to do.

His transference request would not be answered anytime soon. For starters, once he ventured himself in the outside world, he and Violet meeting someplace the way she had described and the way he wanted to was a sidereal chance, as uncommon as a comet that passed by once in every 200 years. Even so, he felt no dread, only exaltation. He would surely no longer despise anyone for closing a door with their back turned to him.

Such was the result of making a promise to that woman.









On a certain night some time after that day, under the starry sky in a desolate land he did not even know the name of, a wandering scholar spotted a person with golden hair that sparkled in the moonlight. As he hesitantly called out to her, she turned around and murmured with a sweetly ringing voice, “It has been a while.”

He had dreamt of that day, always thinking of what to say if they ever saw each other again. If they met under a cloudless night sky, they could talk about its beauty. If it were on a rainy day, they could talk about myths related to stars. If it were a day like the one in which the 200-year comet had come by, they could talk about the past in which they had watched it together. Nevertheless, no matter how far ahead such occasion used to be or how much he would change until then, he was aware that the feelings he harbored for that person would not budge.

“Have you memorized the names of at least a few stars?”

What came out of his mouth was a different line from the ones he had planned beforehand, but the person nodded, as if very happy. That spontaneous, natural reaction came from someone who had once claimed not to understand feelings. It was such a simple act, yet caused the insides of his chest to overflow with an insufferable amount of affection, as well as a vexing pain.

“Violet, you…”

Leon pointed his index finger toward the heavens. In the deserted night sky, a brilliance akin to that of jewels shone dazzlingly, very fitting of a reunion day.

——Let’s leave aside the fact that I still love you. For now, just…

“…if you have time to spare, won’t you spend it with me?” he asked the young woman and the starry sky.