Pollyanna dragged us in, looked carefully outside, and then "snapped" the lock on the door.
She glared at us, then quickly found a basin and washed her face, swallowed a glass of water in a panic, and sat down on a stool after two hesitant turns.
"So, where's the letter?"
Emile had just taken the bag out of the magic space, she snatched it away.
She crossed her legs, holding the thin letterhead between her left index and middle fingers, and stared at us condescendingly.
"How do you guys know this name?"
"It's written on the letter."
Emile answered honestly.
"Ha!?" Pollyanna took her index finger and tapped her temple, saying in a strange tone, "Really, how can there be people like you? Not to mention peeking at other people's letters, but actually admit it without blushing?"
"It has nothing to do with me," I pointed to Emile, who was not blushing, "only she read it."
"Well, so what?" Pollyanna set the bag aside, "Who are you guys? Why did that nerd send you guys to deliver his letter? What is your relationship with him?"
"Rival relationship
."
"...... ha!?"
Pollyanna was confused.
Emile casually grabbed a bench and dragged me down with her, leaning intimately against my side.
"Sicya has his eyes on my lovely Molly Ann, but Molly Ann is my little lover, so he and I are in a love rival relationship."
"Eh!?"
Pollyanna was so surprised that she stood up and held the table with trembling hands.
"No, no, no, don't listen to her, she's got a problem in her head," I hastily covered her mouth and gathered her to my chest, "We were misunderstood by the guards watching the door, and Sicya joined us in order to apologize to us- "
"...... together?"
Portia held the bag nervously.
"Ate a meal together, then entrusted us with a delivery."
She patted her chest and sighed with relief.
"Well, that's all of it ......"
So how far did you think of......
"Well, let's say that's the extent of it " she sat back, grabbed the light as a feather pouch in her hand, and opened the one tied in a bow, "What's in this letter?"
"Read it yourself," Emile said, pulling me out of the room, "We're not obliged to answer your letter, we adults aren't interested in playing with you kids."
Pollyanna suddenly stood up and blocked our way.
"Wait, wait a minute, I ...... that ......"
A look of shyness to say but not to say.
I tugged on Emile's coat corner.
"Okay," Emile stretched and sat straight back, "then just wait until you finish reading."
"...... thanks ...... thanks."
Pollyanna opened the window slightly and opened the letter in the sunlight cast down by the window.
The faint light of the afternoon glowed a soft goose yellow on the letterhead.
On the soft white pages was engraved Sicya's clear, neat handwriting.
-- Respected Miss Pollyanna: --
"Oh," Pollyanna covered her mouth and laughed, " Du-mb. "
(Emile, we should better go ......)
-- Although it's been a long time since I've seen you, your voice and smile still keep constantly echoing in my mind --
"...... so disgusting."
She said as if showing off, smiled slightly and with little hostility at us, then gently bit her thumb and looked down a little.
-- I'm sorry, I still don't have time for you --
-- I'm trying --
Next, the paper was full of confusing and indistinct trails.
It took a long time before it became clear again.
--There's a lot I want to say, but I can't say it yet, I'm not qualified for it --
-- Nah, you said it, that future of ours --
-- I believe in it --
-- and, I'll definitely put that future, in your hands --
"......"
Pollyanna unconsciously crumpled the letter paper hard, and suddenly touched a circular object.
She was stunned.
-- Our plan is almost finished, right now --
Pollyanna poured out the contents of the envelope.
There it was, a finger ring made of a straw rope with its head and tail connected.
"Eh!?"
She shouted out in surprise.
--Now, I'll give it back to you first--
--Don't get me wrong, I'll definitely get it back--
-- but--
-- if I can't get it back--
Her hand holding the letter trembled for a moment, then suddenly stood up, tore the letter paper into pieces, and viciously threw the grass ring on the ground.
"What the hell!?"
"Fool!!! Idiot!!! Nerd!!!"
"What do you mean give it to someone else! What does this mean!?"
"Bastard! Go to hell!!! Go to hell!!! Go to hell!!!"
She stomped hysterically, crushing the ring under her feet, which thankfully was made of sturdy straw rope and didn't suffer too much damage.
(Na, Emile, we should go)
(Don't, now is the interesting part)
(......)
After venting for a while, Pollyanna squatted her body in silence, covered that ring to her chest, and sobbed softly.
"Are you alright ......"
Just as I wanted to go up and comfort her, the door suddenly clanged.
"Polly!?"
-- Outside the door, was the middle-aged woman who looked somewhat similar to Pollyanna, and she was angrily banging on the door that was locked from the inside.
