It was 5pm when Grimoire got home.
Along the way, Nephilim still cried, even more so than the previous days. And Grimoire just hugged her, comforted her , and wiped Nephilim's tears and mud with a towel, but to no avail. Nephilim's dress, body, and hair were all muddy.
"Nephy, take a shower and take a rest, shall we go to dinner?" Grimoire asked after entering the house.
"Dad... can you..." Nephilim choked.
"what?"
"It's nothing, it's just... forget it"
"Then go take a shower first, and I'll get your skirt ready to put on your bed."
In the bathroom, Nephilim undressed, but didn't rinse herself right away. She hugged the dress she just took off and said to herself, "This is the last thing my mother left for me... Will my mother really become like these, and become mud?" She thought about it, She hugged the clothes tightly, pressed it to her face, and cried so loudly that Grimoire, who was preparing clothes outside, also heard the cry, knocked on the door and asked, "Nephy, what's the matter? You? Haven't started taking a shower yet? Do you want me to come in and help you?"
Nephilim stopped crying for a moment and called out to her father: "Leave me alone, leave me alone!"
After a while, she slowly got up, entered the shower room, turned on the faucet, and her tears flowed down with the water, rinsing her muddy body and hair.
After coming out, Nephilim dried herself, but she felt like she didn't have the strength to pick up the hairdryer to dry her hair. She stumbled to the edge of the bed, even leaning against the wall to keep her balance.
She walked to the bed and saw the pink dress on the bed, but she didn't want to put it on immediately, she just wanted to lie down on the bed and have a good rest.
She lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt around her neck, and even covered half of her head with the quilt. Her pillow was wet from undried hair, which made her feel bad. So she turned her head to one side, and then, she noticed something on the bedside table, she reached out and took it.
"This?...I gave it to mom? Mom put it here?" she thought as she put it around her neck, the cross hanging down on her chest, the sharp corners scratching her chest A little uncomfortable: "Maybe I should have put on a dress and put it on. No, it fell off Mommy's neck that day, the day Mommy died, and that's because, because, Wuu, Mommy"
Nephilim remembered the reason, and she couldn't help it, and began to cry again, but this time only softly because she really didn't have any strength. She pulled the quilt again to cover half of her head. She buried her head sideways in the pillow, and her tears mixed with the water in the pillow.
"Mom... Mom, are you really never coming back? Mom..."
Nephilim once again felt an endless sense of loneliness and helplessness. She felt more and more sleepy, more and more uncomfortable.
"If I die like this, will I be able to see my mother? Will I be able to dream in my mother's arms again?" Then, he fell asleep dazedly.
When Grimoire came to Nephilim's room, he saw his sleeping daughter, and Nephilim's hands under the quilt seemed to be holding something, just like when her mother was holding Nephilim when she was a child, Nephilim put her arms around Namiki's back and Same as the belly.
Off topic:
Well, in the second chapter, I rushed to translate it myself, and I felt that there was no problem with pronouns.
Well, I might need to do a Vol.1 collation and put it on the first page in the form of an AO3 link?