In this way, I can't help but make a wish.

Because I still have to live.

In front of Cornell, who was bursting into tears like a child, Iris had just come ashore from the lake, soaking wet, dripping water, and all her elaborate grooming had been ruined.

But the happiest smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Connell, did you see that, even though I was very poor in spiritual skills, I still took three steps. ”

I was covered by tears, so I didn't see it—naturally I can't say it.

He replied twitching his nose.

"Well, I see. Thank you, Iris Havinfa. ”

He expressed his sincere respect and gratitude.

Thank you for fulfilling my expectations, thank you. It really felt like a miracle.

I don't think there are gods or anything, but if they do, they must be like you.

"I'm not a god, Mr. Connell, I'm just an ordinary flower girl. ”

There is neither denial nor affirmation of the existence of the gods, Iris replied.

Later, Cornell boiled the bath water for her, who was soaking wet.

Although I haven't seen her dine, the bathroom is used every day. The perfect girl needs to love cleanliness even more, and she can't wear wet clothes all the time. Thinking that a change of clothes was necessary, Cornell walked into the bathroom with what he thought was a beautiful yukata. Since no one else would be in the bathroom before, he didn't pay attention for a while, and walked in without knocking, so he saw Iris who had not yet changed his clothes.

"Ah, I'm sorry...... Huh?"

He gasped in disbelief.

“................. Huh?!"

In Cornell's eyes, the carcass of a young girl was more moving than any nude sculpture.

Long blond hair dripping with water, and beautiful blue eyes that cannot be depicted in any drama.

If you continue to look down, you will see the delicate lips, beautiful neck, protruding collarbones, and slightly raised breasts, and the curves of the body full of girlish style.

However, the fair complexion is dotted with unnatural spots.

Besides.

Under the light, the skin begins to become very unnatural and does not seem to be real.

This.......

No matter how you look at it, it's not what a person should be, except for the face, the skin of the whole body is becoming more and more like a thing.

- Plants.

The visual impact made him repeatedly confirm the nudity in front of him.

“...... Mr. Cornell. ”

Cornell stared blankly in shock, and Iris on the other side made a reproachful voice.

Finally, Cornell realizes his mistake.

"Uh-a-a

The end is a burst of sorrow from Cornell.

After the scream, Cornell blushed and asked as if he was about to cry, "Are you human?"

Iris smiled and returned while wrapping herself in a bath towel.

"Mr. Cornell, what an embarrassing adult. ”

Her cheeks were stained rose, she lowered her head slightly, and whispered.

"I'm a flower girl, Iris. ”

——

After Iris left, Cornell heard from a friend that Iris was an orphan from afar who had grown up in Rootsville. When talking about the fact that he mistakenly thought that Iris was an ordinary girl, his friend whispered quietly, "You really don't know anything about the world!"

"How can there be such a beautiful person?"

"Because she said she was an ordinary flower girl. ”

"Human genes are not perfect, but she does look like a normal girl, only more beautiful. She's an orphan, but she's kind-hearted and has the power to heal people's hearts, so it's really good—"

“...... Well. ”

That's right, a very good girl.

"Are you satisfied with the Mask Puppet Theater?"

"It's okay. ”

Cornell smiled unconsciously, this is his most perfect work, because the mask doll is made in the shape of the most perfect girl.

"Well, I'm relieved to see you reinvigorate. But in order to help you make a mask doll for the time being, this time I sent a really ordinary girl, sorry, she can't compare to Iris. ”

Soon after, a ponytail girl in a simple dress arrives at her home by the lake, and her name is Celia.

Dressed in a black-and-white gown, she sat on a table by the window, connecting the pieces one after the other, as Cornell dictated.

Her speed is outstanding.

"But it's not as good as her. ”

Cornell smiled wryly in the studio where her smile could no longer be seen.

It's so lonely.

If she said so, she would have responded.

"Mr. Cornell, what an embarrassing adult. ”

With a crisp and pleasant sound.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and even though she was no longer beside her, the voice seemed to still linger in her ears.