[The recorder clicks on. Ying is giggling.]

My, a talking pumpkin is sitting on my bed! How fascinating!

[The jack-o-lantern suddenly speaks. She yelps in surprise.]

Who do you love the most?

[There is silence for a while. Ying can be heard stammering, but her actual reply is too soft to be picked up by the messenger. Then, there is an ( Read more... )

Pardon me, Mister Kurogane, sir ( Read more... )

Well, now. I still do not understand what is going on, but I believe that I should be staying in... Ci-Pente, yes? Now where could that possibly be...?

I have been told that magic runs freely in this place. How splendid! I unfortunately do not possess such a gift, and so I am filled with curiosity and fascination for the art.

I cannot, however, help but feel very confused. It would not have bothered me so much if it merely happened once, yet I have been called Ying Fa too many times. Who is she? ( Read more... )

[The recorder suddenly clicks on. Ying is speaking in a British accent, although her voice is noticeably weak, as she has just woken up and is still injured.]

-strange little object. Father would be delighted to see this, I am sure.

[A long pause. When she speaks again, her tone is sad.]Mother must be extremely worried about me, yet I do not ( Read more... )