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Oct 29, 2010
A Hundred Flowers for You: Ch5
A Hundred Flowers for You
Chapter 5: Promise

Everything still feels blurry, but I can manage. My head still hurts, but only a little.

Judith is on my side sitting in a chair, reading a large book. It had lots of bookmarks and strings on it; and it does look really old and dusty…and valuable too.

She noticed me open my eyes and groan. “Oh, you’re awake.”

“Huh, what happened?”

“You were out cold for half a day.”

“Half a day, huh.”
Looks like I got carried away; what a pain…oh right, she’s supposed to be back that night. She should be here by now.

“By the way, Judith.”

“Hmm?”

“Where are my clothes?”


Her face went red. “I don’t know; I just got to your room. Maybe she took them off ‘because you smelled so bad last night.”

She?

“By ‘she’, you mean—”

“—your priestess girlfriend.”
Judith interrupted.

It’s one of those things I wish that it was true; sadly, I had to deny it. We’re just friends.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Ah, speak of the devil.”


I heard some footsteps; Judith pointed at the door. It’s just Henrietta and she brought with her some clothes.

Judith leaned her face near my ear and whispered, “You’re lucky to have a girlfriend with that future so bright! They’re soooo perfect! I’m so jealous~ every—”

Alright, you. That’s as far as you can go. I had to hit her head for that; it was getting irritating (and embarrassing).

“Oh you.”

“You meanie~”

“That’s enough, you two; I brought you some clothes, Juno.”

“So those were for me. Thanks.”


I wrapped the blanket around me so they can’t see me naked (I doubt Henri didn’t see anything at all), and in the bath where I took my usual morning shower.

I came out of the shower and saw the priestess preparing some food. She noticed me.

“Ah, there you are. I prepared some food for you.”
indeed, there’s a lot of food on the table, and they all look delicious. I feel bad about hogging them all though.

“Looks delicious. Have you eaten?”


“Eh? Not yet.”
She really pushes her self too far; I feel sorry for her, really. I pulled a chair and asked her to eat with me. She finished eating first; I, on the other hand, went outside to get some fresh air.

…and then this deafening beep just sounded out of nowhere. Judith came rushing off my room; grabbed that odd thing lying on the table (what was that anyway). She flipped it open and put it near her face and spoke, “Hello?”

Looks like something’s up with her; I don’t know why, but it sure got her upset, to the point of yelling on that thing.







Looks like she’s done speaking to that thing.

“What’s that about?”

“It’s a distress call.”

“No, I meant that.”
I pointed at that thing she's holding.

“It’s a cellphone; standard issue for Scholars and Mechanics alike. You can’t find sophisticated ones like in the outside world here in Midgard.”


Alien tech.

Okay, what the hell. There’s a cellphone on this place?

“There’s some serious stuff happening beyond the outpost; I’ll be back in a jiffy~”
Judith rushed out of my house like nobody’s business. It’s just the two of us here. It seemed too boring just without her in the company, no one to beat up and do mischief with.

“Juno. Don’t lie down after eating. That’s bad for your health.”

“Eh, I don’t really mind.”

“Yeah?”

“The bishop asked me yesterday if I wanted a promotion…”

“A promotion?”

“He’d make me a high priestess, but I have to be assigned somewhere else…but I’ve grown to love this place; I don’t want to leave alone everyone I’ve met here.”

“Say, what do you think I should do?”
she asked me something I couldn’t answer easily. I thought, and doubted, and hesitated…







“It’s not like I don’t want you around here or anything, but if I were you, I won’t pass up on that offer.”

“Besides, I bet you’ll look better as a high priestess.”
I continued.

“R-really now…”

She paused.

“Then, will you be there when it happens?”

“Yep, that’s a promise.”

That’s a promise.

A promise.

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