iris

Hm-hmm~♪ And this is the place?

Yep.

Raymond Bernard. He left his keepsake with us 37 years ago.

A fairytale collection?

Hm. It must be written by the child himself. It's very callow...

But it leaves a deep impression in parts, too.

Hm?

Show me, show me.

'One day, I will make everyone read the fairytales that I write.'

Verbatim by him, on the first page.

Fairytales...

What I'll say is, I could choke on the smell of this place. And all the hooligans we've crossed! Shameful manners.

Beautiful childhood dreams, and wretched present.

Every undertaking feels just as disharmonious as this.

Whoever's outside, you can come in.

I've told you, I've got no money! I'm flat broke!

I'm sorry... I'm not saying I won't repay...

But soon! Real soon, I'll have the money! Cross my heart!

(Er... he shouldn't be in at this time.)

(Did Granny get something wrong?)

(I don't know. We certainly don't tend to run into things like this.)

(But there's a chance Granny set this up on purpose.)

(Why?)

(Because this is a fairytale.)

(And the fairy always shows up to the right person, at the right time.)

I am Iris, Master of the Castle of Dreams, Keeper of the Cradle.

As per our agreement, I've come to return something once left to the castle.

Oh, you're door-to-door people... Sorry, I'm not buying, couldn't afford it anyway.

And to be deathly honest, I'm surprised your boss is sending little girls out to this lonely a place.

Honestly, why can nobody just listen politely until someone is done speaking?

This is the fairytale collection you agreed to leave with the Castle of Dreams.

...Castle of Dreams? Sorry, not a brand I've heard of.

Where... Where did you get this?

You're pulling my leg!

Hey, what are you flustered for? The Castle of Dreams, the one from the fairytales, you know.

Iris is the heir, the fairy who gives children wonderful hopes.

Ting-a-ling! Fairytales are in fact real.

Seeing as the agreement is fulfilled...

I think we'll be leaving now. We hope the fairytales you wrote stay with you forevermore.

The fairy... Hold on, wait!

Stop right there!

What do you think you're up to?!

Sorry... misunderstanding.

I've no clue if you're real or not... but—you look so much like it! So much!

Your clothes... your speech, everything.

What utterly rude remarks.

We're not concoctors of lies here. Do you think we're swindling you?

Should we punish him?

No, no, okay.

Today is... a child's birthday, here at the orphanage.

I want you, as fairies, to come celebrate his birthday with me.

Give him... give him something as fine as a fairytale to remember.

That's... what he wishes for, and all.

The wish of a child?

If what you're saying is true...

It is, true as all!

Creating and safeguarding wonderful memories for each and every child...

Yes, it <i>is</i> a fairy's duty.

Um... I need to tell you in advance, though, the boy might be a little... different.

Well, no, he's a good kid. But...

Anyway, no matter what happens, please don't get mad at him.

And most importantly, don't blow the act! I beg you!

What's his name? How old is he this year?

Jurian.

He's turning... seven, no... let's say eight.

You don't even remember his age?

Ugh...

Eight... eight.

(I think something's not quite normal about this man. Are you sure about going?)

(I'll be covering you, of course.)

(Grown-up or child, no one can fool a fairy when they lie.)

(He's not entirely told us the truth...)

(But what I'm more concerned about is the boy.)

Jurian.

Where are you hiding?

He's been sneaking glances at us the whole time. Maybe something's up with him?

It might be... because you've been holding onto your scissors.

Hmph. Well, somebody's got to be keeping an eye on the grown-ups.

Careful!

Bena, you've scared him.

He's just a child.

You're... blue. Pretty.

Purple... dangerous...

(Hey!)

(No wonder Raymond said he was only eight.)

(He's been left to remain in that period, forever... a child.)

Good evening, Jurian.

I'm Iris, the blue one.

Just like the sky when there's no sign of Catastrophe.

Iris... sky.

That's Bena, the purple one. Poisonous wisteria.

But her poison is only for bad people, who try to be sneaky.

Heheh.

(You... Don't give me that!)

Baddie...

Uncle isn't baddie.

(He's hiding from us on purpose, and especially Raymond.)

(Is Jurian calling himself a bad person?)

Jurian, bad people don't meet the fairy from the stories.

Your uncle told me today was your birthday.