Chapter 7:

Verdant Green

Tales from Beletrie


With mouth curled up, gravel moved aside before a verdant green house. Ambrosial aroma patted my shoulder, it’s her famous grilled herring!

“Aunty, I’m home!” I hopped as she smirked, patting my head, “Haisai~ wait a bit okay?”

“Okaiii” I sat, sighing at her, Anne-ya hummed a lighthearted, content melody.