Ch. 2: Life of a Star
Spica: “The Gentle Star…originally, it was a fairy tale. The story of a kind star that would grant the people’s wishes.”
OO: “Really? I heard that it was a star that shone particularly bright and would grant only one wish.”
Hearing that it was a fairy tale, I became embarrassed with how adamantly I had been searching for the star.
Spica: “OO, what would you wish for?”
[CHOICE]
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You won't laugh? (SUN)
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Do you believe it too? (MOON)
Spica: “After all, the stars are alive. They breathe just as we do. They move just like we do. And they live and die, just like we do.”
OO: “…”
Spica: “The stars are alive. So if you tell them your wish, they will certainly accept it.”
That’s kind of a big-scale story.
OO: “I think so too.”
As I said it, Spica smiled kindly.
Spica: “Come on, let’s go back to the castle. You mustn’t catch a cold.”
Spica turned to go but…
OO: “Spica! That’s not the way to the castle gate…”
Spica: “Ah, sorry. I’m always sleeping at this time so I just got a little turned around.”
…does he have no sense of direction?
Beneath the star-filled sky, I chased after Spica and we walked back to the castle.
OO: “You won’t laugh?”
Spica: “Laugh? Why would I do that?”
OO: “What about you? Do you believe in the legend?”
Spica: “Of course.”