Book 12: Chapter 47
“Daisy, Daisy…”
That day, we witnessed a historical scene… My three daughters finally met each other after four months. Lucia used to stay cooped up in her room to look after Nona and Vera, while Nier didn’t let Daisy leave her sight. As a result, the three of them knew I was their father, but they never met with each other.
Vera was the eldest. Nona was the second eldest and Daisy was the youngest; however, they were pretty close in terms of age.
On the left and right of the dining hall were three small beds belonging to the girls. Lucia held Nona and softly hummed a tune. Nier held Daisy and patted her. Daisy and Nona looked at each other. They seemed to be interested in another of the same age. Vyvyan held Vera. Vera wore a proud look as the eldest. She didn’t care if anything would happen between her two sisters. Daisy and Nona seemed to have positive impressions of each other.
Daisy seemed to be an aloof girl. That was a trait similar to her mother. Nier said she wouldn’t be cold to others in Daisy’s presence in the future. The reason for that was to allow Daisy to develop a gentle and kind nature. Daisy already displayed a personality resembling Nier’s. She didn’t care about anything and hates letting others interact with her. She wasn’t too willing to be touched by the maids and didn’t like to cry. She wouldn’t cry much unless she was hungry. She’d smack maids without any hesitation when they picked her up even though slapping them was pointless. Of course, she slapped me, too. She didn’t like me approaching her. She watched me with a very vigilant gaze when Nier held her. When Nier wanted me to hold her, she’d resist with all of her might, insisting on staying with her mother. She only smiled in Nier or Elizabeth’s presences.
Nona was similar to Lucia; she enjoyed interacting with others and was very gentle. She was always cheerfully smiling. She loved to touch other people’s faces with her chubby little hands. Her bright smile made people want to dote on her. Nona was very close to me. Perhaps it was because elves’ subconscious allowed them to be conscious of their father. Hence, she looked forward to me visiting her daily. She always cheerfully called out whenever I went to her bed. She’d reach her hands out to try and hug me.
As for Vera, she was even calmer. Yes, not aloof but calm. She wouldn’t be happy just because you gave her a toy or food. She’d accept everything, but wouldn’t form a positive opinion of you just because of that. She always looked at me with a heightened interest as though she was learning something. I could tell that she liked me very much. She’d try to hug me with Nona when she was in front of me.
As soon as our family gathering for a meal ended, I called for all family members. Elizabeth and Vyvyan sat opposite each other, drinking red wine and talking about the past after dinner. They talked about how they were hungry and couldn’t find food one winter, so they went and stole from a human’s farm. Apparently, my father successfully stole a few chicken eggs but tripped and broke them.
Vera, who was in Vyvyan’s arms, didn’t disturb their conversation. Instead, she watched the two of them with a lot of interest in spite of not understanding them. Vyvyan wasn’t holding her because she wanted to acknowledge her relationship with Vera, but solely because Lucia still couldn’t hold the both of them. She didn’t want to hold just one of them, so she let “Queen Vyvyan” hold a child. Vyvyan chose Vera.