Prolog

Click... Ka-da... Jingle... Click...

　　The typewriter issued a rhythmic melody, and each finger, like a graceful dancer, danced to a unique melody on the stage that only they knew. Each sentence is full of thoughts, consisting of a letter full of love, along with the postman's cheerful footsteps, loud and clear shouts, for those who suffer from the pain of war, the deep love of the people.

　　In the middle of a fairy land called Leighton Shafteridge, on a field of violets in full bloom, the beginning of this story. That beautiful autographed doll...

　　Violet Evgaden.

　　"Violet..! Violet...!"

　　The child's soft call echoed in the long silent corridor, the sunlight penetrated the clouds, through the small window, illuminating the small world that belonged to him, where the sunlight flowed, the typewriter worked efficiently, and the only woman the sunlight favored was a woman who was as beautiful as a mannequin, who smiled sweetly, and looked at the brunette who stumbled and ran towards her.

"Jasmine, don't run around, oh."

　　The sunlight hit the woman's golden hair, emitting a warm red-orange light, the red ribbon swaying rhythmically in the wind, the emerald stone brooch on her chest, and the snow-white long skirt layered with a Prussian blue jacket. Her pure white face wore a gentle smile, intoxicating and reassuring.

　　"Violet!"

　　The young girl threw herself into the arms of the beautiful mannequin, and the two laughed happily.

　　"Jasmine, maybe you should change your tone~"

　　The young girl whispered sweetly, blushing as she listened.

　　"Mother ..."

　　Warm happiness filled the room as Jasmine shook Violet's hand and teased Violet.

　　"Mother, can you tell me the story of the angels!"

　　Hearing this, Violet's expression faded into a deadpan expression and raised her arms to carry Jasmine, placing her in her arms. Today's letter was written, and Violet held Jasmine as they both basked in the sun. Violet gently stroked Jasmine's long black hair and slowly said...

　　"Angels, as their name suggests, are messengers from heaven. They come down to the world to discover the meaning of love, and the people they love."

　　Unconsciously, Violet hugged her tighter, and Jasmine felt that Violet seemed to be trapped in a deep memory. Jasmine couldn't help but ask.

　　"Angels... Do they have powers?"

　　"They ah... Have the power to heal hearts. They can send letters on earth filled with longing to heaven with their unique feathers, they can cure illnesses, they can make the people they love, meet one each other in a dream, even if one of them is already in heaven. They can love someone forever, until death do them part, and they will find the power in love to heal the most terrible wounds."

　　Violet paused for a moment.

　　"But...they will also pay a price. For every letter they send to heaven, a feather will disappear from the top of their wings, and slowly, they will not be able to fly into the blue sky until the end , they will not be able to get a single feather. Every time they cure a disease, they themselves contract the same disease and suffer pain until they are cured.

They let their loved ones meet them in their dreams at night, and in return, they have nightmares all night long. They love someone forever, but if the loved one does not show the slightest affection for him, the angel weakens, falls ill, and broken feathers do not grow back. They let their wounds heal, and they suffer the same wounds and pain."

　　Jasmine curled up in Violet's arms and listened carefully to the story, and finally, with a little worry, she asked.

　　"When that angel... dies, will she die?"

　　Tick... Jasmine felt the top of her head get a little wet, she raised her head and looked at Violet.

　　"Mom, why are you crying..."

　　Violet said softly while stroking Jasmine's little head gently.

　　"Angel, she is going to die oh..."

　　Jasmine asked curiously.

　　"Mother, why do you know so much detail ah?"

　　"Because ah, mom once saw an angel oh..."

　　As soon as Violet's words left her mouth, Jasmine excitedly jumped up and eagerly grabbed Violet's hand.

　　"Mother! Mother! Quickly tell me about it! Come on! Come on!"

　　A gentle breeze brushed Violet's cheeks as if trying to dry her tears. It was a beautiful day, and the gardenia flowers blooming in front of the window seemed to smile at the two of them. What a perfect atmosphere for storytelling.

　　Violet took hot water and made two cups of sweet honey, deliberately doubling the honey in Jasmine's cup before picking up the chocolate maple cake on the table and placing it in front of Jasmine.

　　The sweet taste was still in the room and Violet looked at the heat steaming from her cup and said to Jasmine.

　　"Then, today mommy will tell you the story of mommy and the angels."

　　"This is a long story with a beautiful ending, perhaps with ups and downs, perhaps with struggles, but also with beauty and hope."

　　Today, here, in the beautiful Leiden Haftrich, in a beautiful country where violets grow on the hills.

　　Our story, begins.