Story Reader / Event Story / Special Dispatch - Sand Table Simulation / Story

After yet another silent dinner, Rolla doesn't return to her room as usual.

Mother, can we have a talk?

What do you want to talk about?

Mother, I've contacted the members of the Science Council...

Rolla, I've warned you this already. Do not have any contact with the Science Council again!

Confronted by her mother's sullen face and raised hand, Rolla refuses to flinch this time.

They told me that you would visit the plaza and offer flowers every day.

With her head held high, Rolla summons all her courage and speaks her mind.

So, Mother, stop pretending that he is still alive!

Lies and the illusion of a complete family often serve as a protective shield for a heart, but Rolla's words are shattering this already cracked shell into pieces.

Stop pretending that you are talking to Father, stop preparing food that won't be eaten, and stop putting his unfulfilled wish on me.

You! How dare you?!

Before the woman's palm lands on her, Rolla acts first to hold her hysterical mother in her arms.

I've already grown up...

The always cold expression on the girl's face changes as she sobs.

Could you please listen to my voice?

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