episode_0076

“Would you like one?”

Kyle said as he cut off the head of the fish fillet, which still had some burn marks on it, and handed the body to Ray.

“Oh, thank you. I’ll enjoy it!”

Ray thought that it would have been nice if there had been beer, as it was crispy, salty, and rich. Kyle happily looked at him as he munched on the food he had handed him. Frieda, who was sucking on the grilled fish, also glanced in this direction from time to time.

“Why are you suddenly speechless? What’s wrong?”

Kyle asked Frieda, who had become as quiet as a mouse, with a snicker.

“… … .”

She combs her messy hair to one side and gives me an embarrassed look.

‘shut up…….’

Frida holds the tail of the fish with one hand and uses the shape of her mouth to communicate her intentions to Kyle.

“But what were you doing here?”

“… … !”

“… … … !”

The two felt their hearts sink at Ray’s question, and they looked at each other with stinging faces. Without saying who would go first, they both swallowed.

“I was reading what this guy wrote.”

Frieda said, scolding Kyle.

“Are you talking about the text?”

Ray tilts his head.

Kyle glares at Frida, who was the first to attack, with a look full of betrayal.

“Ahaha, yes, that’s right. It’s about the stories of our activities here so far, and stuff like that.”

Kyle answered in a nonsensical tone, letting out an awkward laugh.

“Ah~ You’ve been writing everything down until now? So Kyle has a hobby like that! Then this person here is… … ?”

Ray continued asking questions, thinking that Kyle’s delicate appearance and the title of Literary Girl suited her quite well.

“Yes. Frida is not part of our vigilante group, but we met in this city. She seems to be quite interested in us.”

Her attention tended to be focused on one point, but Frida nodded, since she was paying a great deal of attention to something.

“Yeah… What. Haha.”

Frida answered with an awkward expression and pushed the problematic items she had shoved under the bed deeper with her heel.

“I see… … .”

Kyle, worried that he might ask to see his writings, struggles to think of a journal that only contains relatively wholesome content.

That doesn’t work, and the one next to it doesn’t work either. What’s in the box above that?… … It’s not something I can show myself.

‘Damn, you wrote down in your diary entries that you wanted to eat it somewhere… You should have written it more appropriately!’

If it were known that he was being so kind to her in front of her and writing such dirty things behind her back, his life would be over that day. What would he have to say to avoid being stoned to death in Maibaon Square? Because it contains secret information about the vigilantes? His lover is currently the highest decision-maker for the vigilantes, so it would be strange for him to have something to keep secret. What if he said that it would be too cruel to read?

“… … … .”

A cold sweat runs down Kyle’s spine.

“By any chance… … .”

When Ray opened his mouth and looked up at Kyle with a playful expression, she felt as if all the blood in her body had drained out of her.

“Milla, there aren’t a lot of curse words written there, right?”

“Huh?… Hiccup!”

As the tension in his extremely tense body began to release, Kyle began to hiccup.

“Huh? Really?”

Ray opened his eyes wide and asked, wondering if he had guessed correctly when he had just casually thrown it out there.

“Ah, no… …hiccup! Gulp… hiccup. No way. Gulp, gulp!”

Kyle keeps coughing as he is possessed.

“Hahaha, don’t worry. I won’t ask you to show me. I can write that much, right? ”

Ray burst into laughter at the thought that it was the same here after all. As expected, it was the most fun when he was badmouthing his boss. It seemed that he had discovered a human side to her, even though she had always shown him her loyal side every day.

“Cough… . Ah… Haha, please keep it a secret… … . Hiccup!”

What a relief that sound! Kyle couldn’t hide his relief at the thought of being alive, even though his face was red from coughing.

“No, but…? Most of the content is about being jealous… .”

Frieda muttered beside her. Kyle glared at her, biting his lower lip.

“Really?”

Well, it’s true that his subordinates may find it difficult, but his uniquely strict work ethic is something to be emulated. Ray thought that since that kind of personality was innate in a way, it wouldn’t be strange if they were envied.

“You can just spit out whatever gets in your mouth and throw it into the stove.”

“Oh, then excuse me!”

Kyle said as he watched Ray fiddle with the hard part of his fin. As he turned around and started walking towards the fireplace, Kyle ran towards Frieda, grabbed her by the collar, and started shaking her.

‘What the hell are you doing…! I almost got caught!’

Kyle glared and made a mouthful. Instead of answering, Frieda raised her eyes and stuck her tongue out. As if she was getting revenge for teasing her a little, Kyle shook her head a few more times because she was annoyed by her behavior.

‘Oh… . Ohhh… … … .’

Frida stares intently at Ray, who, enduring the maddening shaking, spits out fish bones into the fire with a slurping sound. The precious thing that was in his mouth… disappears into the flames.

‘Anyway, this loner.’

I expected it, but I didn’t know she would be such a virgin who couldn’t even open her mouth in front of a man. Kyle let go of the hand that was holding Frieda’s collar and stood up. Now that it was like this, he had no choice but to show it. Of course, he was just like her in not being able to say a word to another man on the street, but if it was Ray in front of him, he would be able to have a pretty natural conversation based on their friendship over the past few months.

“Ray, what are your interests these days? Hobbies, or something like that?”

Okay, it was a perfect sentence, with the vocabulary and tone not too vulgar, but not too showy. The pronunciation was a bit choppy though… .

“Huh? Well? I don’t really have a hobby… .”

Ray turned around and looked at Kyle as he answered.

“Ah, ah… . Ahh! Right, you said earlier, right? You’ve been pretty bored lately… … . Haha… .”

‘Oh no, I forgot.’

It was obvious that she would think, “What kind of useless question is that?” What if she thought I was a petty woman who forgot what I just said? Kyle, who was repeating useless fantasies along these lines, moved his eyes around anxiously, as if he had no place to go.

“Come to think of it, before the ground got frozen solid like it is now, we used to make pickles. Can I sit here?”

Of course, Ray, who didn’t really have any special thoughts about it, pointed to a small wooden chair in a corner of the room and said, “It’s different from what Kyle had imagined on his own.

“Yes! Feel free to sit down. You can sit anywhere.”

Kyle said with an unnatural smile. Frieda sighed softly as she watched her from the side. They say that excessive kindness comes from the fear of being hated. Frieda lowered her head, feeling burdened by Kyle’s tearful appearance as he desperately tried to signal that he was a harmless human being with his voice raised to the max.

“Smile… Coming here was fun because it was different from the way I used to make it in my hometown. I added incense that I’ve never seen before, and I added more salt. Mila said that it was more delicious if I made it the way I knew.”

Perhaps it was a privilege to be able to taste the pickles made by those delicate hands, Frieda swallowed hard as she imagined Ray putting a piece of pickle in her mouth himself.

“I liked both!”

Kyle said with an expression on his face like he would be wagging his tail if he had one.

“What… … .”

Frida can’t help but be surprised by the unexpected fact.

“Hahaha really?”

“Have you tried it? How is it…?”

Frieda asked, poking Kyle’s side with her fingertips.

“Oh, you gave it to me.”

You should have said that quickly! Frieda’s eyebrows furrowed at Kyle’s answer.

“How much is left? Did you eat it all?”

“Sup… I want what I want.”

“Sell me just one can. I like pickles. Okay?”

Kyle glares at Frida, who immediately takes out a coin pouch from her waist and proposes a deal.

“There’s only one left. What are you talking about?”

Even that was a precious item to be kept for a long time as a collection.

“Come on, okay? Okay? Should I give you another coin?”

On the topic of living expenses being meager, she said as she thrust coins one by one into Kyle’s palm.

“Oh no!”

Kyle shouts at Frieda while keeping an eye on Ray. Of course, if he wanted to show his mature side, it might have been right to hand it over here… but it was too much of a waste to just hand it over.

‘You and I both look so pathetic right now… I want to die.’

As expected, Ray was enjoying a feeling of great mental and physical stability, separate from Kyle who was suffering alone.

‘This is it! The feeling I’ve been looking for! The little fights, the rough distance sense… They’re just like my friends from my past life. Even though they look a little different.’

“Ahaha, I’ll give you a separate box. How about coming over to my house later?”

Ray said with a big smile. He was starting to get excited at the thought that he might be able to become friends with them if he did well.

“Really? I want to go. I will definitely go!”

Frida answers with her eyes shining so brightly that even her bangs couldn’t hide them.

“This guy…? He seems like he’ll be causing quite a bit of trouble… … .”

Kyle mutters worriedly as well.

“I think it was a good decision to come here. Actually, I was a little lonely. I’m so lucky to have you two here. Oh my, it’s hot. I’ll take it easy for a little longer!”

And Ray, in his excitement, absentmindedly unbuttoned his front and let his outer garment slide down his shoulders. At the same time, his thin, sweat-soaked pajamas were revealed to the women, and the friendly atmosphere he had been trying to enjoy was immediately shattered.