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Ch. 3: Spica's Horoscopes

 

After we had returned to Spica’s castle…-

 

Spica: “Pretty, isn’t it?”

 

OO: “Wow…”

 

Projected on the ceiling of Spica’s room was an entire sky full of stars.

 

OO: “Is it a planetarium? It’s beautiful!”

 

Spica: “Is that what you call it in the world you came from? It’s a projection of the real night sky. With this, I can hear the voices

of the stars any time.”

 

OO: “It’s the real sky? That’s amazing!”

 

Spica: “Do you want to try?”

 

Saying so, Spica slowly pulled out a crystal on a chain, and held it up to the night sky on the ceiling.

 

Spica: “It seems there’s another star being born in the Melt Nebula. And the stars are blessing it. However… in the mean time,

the light of the Tiol star grows faint. It should be careful for a little while.”

 

I could only blink at his words.

 

Spica: “Ah, sorry. It’s kind of like fortunetelling. Is there anything you’d like to know?”

 

[CHOICE]

  • Luck (SUN)

  • Love (MOON)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OO: “Speaking of the stars…is the Gentle Star here?”

 

Spica: “…”

 

Once again Spica fell to silence, and the crystal sparkled.

 

Spica: “If you go to the forest to the east tomorrow, you should be able to see it. However…  the stars are a little anxious.”

 

[CHOICE]

  • Let's stop then (SUN)

  • I want to go to the forest (MOON)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He lowered his eyes a little and smiled at me.

 

And so we were to go to the Eastern Forest the next day.

 

OO: “Well then…how does my luck look?”

Spica: “…”

At my answer, Spica fell into a silence akin to prayer.

 

Spica: “Right, your fortune looks good. They say even if something unexpected happens, you won’t have any reason to be surprised.”

OO: “Well then…how does my future with love look?”

 

Spica: “…”

 

As the crystal swung slightly, Spica was silent for a moment.

 

Spica: “Let’s see…slowly, the stars are starting to move.”

OO: “I’d like to go to that forest.”

Spica: “Hmmm…alright, if you take me with you, it should be ok.”

OO: “….we probably shouldn’t go then.”

I spoke that, feeling a little disappointed.

Spica: “Your face says how disappointed you are. I’ll come along, so let’s go.”

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