Violet Evergarden Gaiden: Chapter 4 (Sample)

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Cattleya Baudelaire









Writing letters was similar to singing tunes.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance. I rush anywhere my customers might desire. I am from the Auto-Memories Doll service, Cattleya Baudelaire.”

Such was the pet theory of a certain Auto-Memories Doll, and she truly did think that way.

“Well, I’m going to begin, okay?”Singing required people to put together a scenario in their heads, therefore, it was also similar to painting.

“‘Mert, have you been doing fine? Thank you for the letter. Your letters are encouragement for me.’”

The moment she would take a breath to begin writing was when she would start singing.

“My, I typed wrong. Let’s do it over.”

Once the person received the letter, how would they react? How would they feel about those words?

“It’s natural that you want to tell him to study hard… but if that occupies most of the letter, it’ll become weary. Your younger brother was pushed into a boarding school, right? It doesn’t seem like he’d have much fun there, so I think that taking the direction of saying that he’ll grow up as you did and become free from home if he puts effort into his studies is better. But if we write about you praising yourself too much, it’ll get boring, so let’s be moderate. All the more if you want to receive a reply.”

She would depict that in her head.

“Then, from the continuation.”

There was a beginning and an end to melodies. How remarkable or otherwise gently cheerful they could be differed depending on the song played, but from the start to the middle, things gradually became more exciting.

The typewriter’s noise was the piano. The rustling of the fountain pen was the violin. Lastly, the clatter of the cymbal ensued, and it came to an end.

“How’s that?”

The finished letter turned into a living being. Each sound of each word danced about, and human vitality could be felt in the smell of ink. The letter had become a story.

Cattleya Baudelaire performed her ghostwriting in that fashion.

Auto-Memories Dolls and their customers were world-building cooperators that created the tales, music and pictures called “letters”. The more time they spent together and the richer the contents of the letters were, the closer their hearts got to one another. However, there were people who would reach that level at once, even within an unusually short span.

“Would you… accept an engagement with me?”

Such as that client.