"So, you were here after all! I've been looking for you for a while, get out here now!" I silently dragged my body into a corner of the room, desperately trying to hide myself so he wouldn't notice me.įrom outside the hut came the sound of a man imitating the cry of a cat.Īnd the old calico cat chose now, of all times, to reply. The voice of a young man could be heard calling from the window. I suppose it would be more accurate to say it used to be a village.Īnd that old calico cat that refuses to stop bothering me. This was where Master Steward and I once lived.Īt the edge of the sea of cherry blossom trees is a blighted ruin. I don't think he ever gave me a satisfactory reply. My reply was drowned out by Master Attendant's laughter. Hahaha."Įvery time Master Steward laughed, his whole body would start trembling. "Don't worry about it, that'll help cool down the place during Summer.
#Food fantasy black tea or raindrop cake windows
"Master Steward, the windows are damaged. I couldn't understand why, but my heart became filled with bitterness and self-loathing in that instant.Īh.
Perhaps it was because I hadn't moved in so long, even the pain seemed to take its time finding me.Īnd suddenly, my outstretched hand was enveloped in a sensation of warmth and softness. I had lost my balance, and had fallen heavily from the chair. In the next second, however, I fell, and fell into darkness. My fingers were but a hair’s breadth from the flowers. They were Master Steward's favourite flowers - I could never forget the look of pure joy on Master Steward's face whenever he saw them in bloom. I couldn't help wanting to take a closer look, and stretched my hands out toward the cherry blossoms in front of me. It was merely moonlight shining in through the tiniest crack, but to my eyes it was a blinding glare.Īs my eyes grew used to the light, my attention was captured by something on the floor, bathed in a pool of moonlight - a spray of cherry blossoms, stained silver by the lunar glow, imprinted themselves on my eyelids. I turned to face the source of the sound, and saw light cutting through the familiar darkness. Or so I thought, until the sound of a loose wooden board falling to the ground caught my attention. In the silence of my lonely and dark tomb, I was startled to hear a sound so familiar and yet, so alien. Memories of my time with Master Steward kept replaying in my head in this darkness. If my life had ended at that time, that would have been for the best.Īfter that day, I lost all use of my legs. Inch by inch, I lost sensation in my legs. And then, slowly, my legs had seemed to freeze from the cold of the rain. The puddles of icy rain at my feet had soaked into the hem of my dress, weighing my legs down. My voice was as cold as the rain on my face.
So it came to be that Master Steward had departed from this world. My mind refused to process reality, leaving my body motionless, stunned.
Or was Master Steward's body so cold as to chill flesh to the bone? Kneeling in the mud, I had reached out to his hands, and my fingertips had brushed his skin. I had stared into Master Steward's unseeing eyes. Master Steward lay in a puddle by the side of the muddy road. My surroundings were pitch black, and all I could hear was the sound of the rain, slowly washing away my memories. What about me? When can I end my existence. When a raindrop flings itself into the thirsty soil, it ends its ephemeral existence. Since Master Attendant itself isn’t even the literal translation, the best I can do that sounds decent is Master Steward. Note 1: Raindrop Cake refers to his Master Attendant in a unique way. I've made the appropriate amendments to try to ensure a more accurate translation, and will continue to try to provide better translations in the future. I can only apologize for making such a stupid and serious mistake (I rushed through the epilogue where the correct pronouns were used and didn't pay any attention to the gender used). Fixed: I made a serious error in translating Raindrop Cake as a female character.
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