episode_0074

The first place the Deltans stopped by upon returning to the Islands was none other than the Royal Guard barracks.

The barracks was put into an untimely emergency when Deltans suddenly appeared in the middle of the night.

The driver, who had been dozing off while on duty, was startled by the news of his appearance and came to the front of the barracks.

“Hey, meet Count Hebron… .”

Deltan threw Randor, who he was carrying, on the floor as if he had no idea of their situation.

Tuk-

“Uuuuu… .”

Randor struggled, losing his wits.

The driver looked at Deltan with a blank face.

“This is… .”

“A man possessed by the devil. I picked it up in the forest outside the island.”

Startle-!

The knight quickly got to his feet.

Since the devil’s temptation is basically contagious, it was something I did instinctively.

Of course, the Delta people did not understand.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, sorry, sorry… .”

“It’s inside St. Hall, so why worry? Besides, I did additional work on the Royal Guard building.”

That was the reason the Deltans brought Randor here.

The Imperial Guard Barracks is a place where anti-horse operations were added to accommodate those infected with temptation in times of emergency.

Since there is nothing we can do about Randor right now, we are keeping him here.

“I will report to Your Majesty as soon as daylight. There are devils camped outside the system, so they should restrict access.”

The knight’s face turned pale.

Access control.

It was an order that not only prevented the island residents from traveling outside the island, but also confined all visitors to the island within the island.

Normally, I would have followed despite the inconvenience… It was like that now.

“That… There are quite a few guests from outside the islands.”

They came not because of anyone else but because of the Delta people in front of them.

The owners of each magic tower and merchants from all over the continent came to listen to his lecture.

And envoys from foreign countries.

It was obvious that if access was restricted like this, there would be a formidable backlash, but Deltan only snorted.

“They are okay. Because if I ask for control, it will be quiet.”

“Yes?”

“They say they won’t meet you if you’re so mean.”

The knight’s mouth was tightly shut.

What a reckless thing to say.

However, since the words had credibility, what came to mind was a surprising feeling.

“Then let’s go. I’m sleepy.”

“Ah, yep! Come in!”

“Good luck.”

Delta Inn immediately came to mind.

The driver took a deep breath as if he was relieved to see the Deltan disappearing into the sky, and then thought.

‘But is the rumor that you can’t drive so you fly around true?’

Word of the system spread faster than expected.

*

Deltan, who returned home, tried to call Gerhart out of habit, but soon wrinkled his eyebrows and sighed.

“Ah, vacation… .”

Even though I had a headache, I have never experienced pain like this again.

As Gerhart’s disappearance paralyzes the entire mansion, we are finally realizing his importance little by little.

Deltan gave up trying to eat a late-night snack and headed to the bedroom.

And I opened my eyes wide.

“What is it?”

“Are you here?”

A table by the bedroom window.

There was Agnes eating fruit.

Deltan’s eyes turned to the fruit.

It was an apple.

“… Where did you get that? There would be no Gerhart either.”

“Huh? Remy did it for me.”

“Remy?”

“My maid I brought with me.”

“Ah.”

“Now, memorize it. I’m trying to feel sorry for Remi.”

Agnes giggled.

Deltan snorted, ‘Hmph!’ and sat down across from her.

Then he picked up a piece of finely peeled fruit and ate it.

“Do I have to remember every single maid’s name?”

“The fruit is mine.”

“This is my house. If you tease me, get out.”

“Wow.”

Agnes exaggeratedly opened her rabbit eyes in surprise.

The clearly revealed cherry-colored eyes sparkle.

Deltan muttered, tearing his gaze away from those eyes for some reason.

“Wow, this is a mess.”

Strange sensation.

This is how Delta Inn defined the comfort that is emerging today.

In fact, the time we were apart was only a few hours, but strangely enough, I felt uncomfortable in that short moment.

It was a psychological discomfort, not a physical one.

‘… ‘Because if you take your eyes off her for even a moment, something breaks down.’

Deltan tried to shake off his thoughts, thinking so much about himself.

His face is becoming grim as he chews the apple with a crumpled expression.

Agnes grinned.

“So what did you do here?”

“Do I have to report what I did one by one?”

“I’m just curious.”

Agnes rested her chin on the table.

“I’m curious about everything you do.”

I flinch.

Deltan’s fingertips trembled.

‘Say it once… .’

It makes it meaningful.

Deltan pursed his lips.

Then Agnes’ smile deepened.

“Huh?”

“Outside the system. I went looking for someone who seemed to be possessed by the devil.”

“So?”

“I was possessed.”

“Wow, did you catch the devil?”

“ran away. Because he was the one who only brought illusions in the first place.”

“You worked hard.”

Agnes stood up.

Then he went behind Deltan and hugged him.

Deltan asked bluntly as the arm wrapped around his neck.

“… What is it?”

“A reward for your hard work?”

“The rewards are a mess.”

widely-

I unconsciously hit the plate with my fork, but nothing caught.

Before I knew it, I had eaten all the fruit.

“Pork deltaine.”

“Shut up.”

Deltan blushed slightly and stood up.

“Go to sleep. Because I’m going to wake up early tomorrow.”

“Busy Delta Inn.”

Don’t add any strange modifiers in front of “.”

“Yes.”

The two people went to bed and lay down.

I don’t know how it happened, but even though the bed was wide, the two people were lying close together.

Deltan offers his arm and Agnes places her head on it.

And hugs his waist.

At that moment, Deltan realized that a scent was coming from her hair.

‘… ‘I washed it.’

Deltan thought absentmindedly, recalling how they once argued about whether he should shower once or twice a day.

Agnes may be concerned about looking clean even though she pretends not to be.

Is it intentional or shameful to not emphasize that I washed it?

Following a long-running thought, Deltan’s hand moved towards Agnes’ hair that was scattered on the bed.

It was a new habit.

Now, whenever he got lost in thought, he played with Agnes’ hair.

As Agnes twisted her hair around her fingers and looked at the Deltan’s face.

“Do you like my hair?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s so dirty.”

“What’s so sexy about this?”

“You seem like a petulant young lady who doesn’t know how good this feeling is. I think it’s natural to feel this way while in bed.”

“It’s not natural at all. Please live in reality. Stop reading those pornographic novels that aren’t even funny.”

“Don’t look.”

“Don’t be funny. You hid it under my pillow too.”

It wasn’t just something I said.

In fact, Deltan happened to find her dirty novel under my pillow a few days after she returned to her room.

I even remembered the title.

[How to corrupt the noble man.]

I was curious to know what this was, so I skimmed through it and found that a high-ranking noble man was bewitched by a pretty woman and had his affairs controlled.

Agnes laughed bitterly.

“Isn’t it fun?”

“It’s terrible.”

“That’s a popular book. The scene where the Marquis de Ovillet cries like a girl at the end is still talked about 10 years after it was published… .”

“Shut your mouth. I don’t want to know. Don’t pollute my brain anymore.”

“Then shall we defile ourselves?”

“Turn off.”

widely!

Deltan threw away the arm that was using his arm as a pillow.

Agnes smiled and clung to Deltan.

“Are you upset?”

“I’m not upset.”

“Relax. Do you want to touch my breasts?”

“Please don’t do that either.”

“If everyone tells me not to do it, what should I do?”

“There are many things you can do. If you only act within the normal range.”

“Tight Delta Inn. A narrow-minded Delta person. The famous Delta Inn.”

“Why on earth does Myeonggi come out…? !”

At that moment, events from the past flashed through Deltan’s mind.

-Are you proud of being narrow-minded?

-Yes, I think it is a great pride, especially for a woman. They say it’s usually narrow to be a masterpiece, right?

This was the conversation we had the day we first invited her to the mansion.

At the time, I was somewhat possessed by the devil and my senses were clouded, but even considering that, these words are shocking.

Deltan kept his mouth shut, knowing that he already knew the answer to the question he was about to ask.

Agnes giggled and took Deltan’s arm and used it as a pillow.

“I’ll stop now.”

“Please get some sleep.”

“Umm… .”

Deltan felt Agnes wiggle her toes under the blanket.

It was a dissatisfied jerking movement, as if he couldn’t sleep.

‘A 5-year-old wouldn’t do this.’

The behavior was just like that of a child whining about not being able to sleep.

Deltan sighed, turned towards her, and patted her on the back.

Agnes’ body tensed.

“Grow up. Please.”

As he said that, Deltan closed his eyes.

Agnes’ breathing stops for a moment, but then returns to normal.

For some reason, her body temperature felt hot against his skin, but Deltan was too tired to feel that.

I was running out of mana while using 4th level magic, which I don’t normally use, so I needed to recover.

The night deepened like that.

*

The next morning, Deltan woke up earlier than Agnes.

The mouth that was open in silence closes.

‘Ah, vacation.’

I had stopped trying to call Gerhart.

His return is tomorrow.

They said it would be 3 days and 2 nights, but due to Gerhart’s personality, he would appear again around lunchtime.

After continuing his thoughts for a moment, Deltan realized that there was no one to prepare breakfast in time.

‘rice… .’

Breakfast was important to Delta people.

Eating, even if poorly, to wake up his stomach and body was one of his important routines, so he couldn’t give it up.

The conclusion I finally came to was ‘cook it yourself’.

Deltan looked at Agnes.

Someone said that.

There is nothing more angelic than a sleeping child.

Of course, she was not a child, but considering the pranks she used to play with open eyes, this kind of obedience was something that was more than acceptable.

Breath flowing out neatly as you exhale.

Hair that had been disheveled all night, slightly covering the face.

Deltan carefully removed a strand of hair with his index finger.

Then her face was revealed.

I hate to admit it, but she was definitely a beauty.

Deltan, who had been thinking about such things, got up late.

‘… ‘I have to cook.’

I yawned and headed to the first floor and to the restaurant.

I had no intention of making something grand.

Just enough to fill my stomach a little.

‘sandwich?’

No, it wasn’t.

Deltans who had become accustomed to Gerhart’s sandwiches were now unable to eat other sandwiches.

Even if I tried to make a sandwich with not-so-great skill, it was clear that I would throw it away before I could eat it all.

Deltan thought briefly and then made a decision.

‘Bacon and scrambled eggs.’

I cooked it quite a lot when I was on Earth, and it was such a simple dish.

Just-

When I snapped my fingers, mana rose.

There are more than five refrigerators in the kitchen alone.

Deltans did not have the passion to search for ingredients one by one.

The blue dot flew around looking for ingredients.

Deltan took it out and pointed it in front of the burner.

Pick up the frying pan and flipper and turn on the burner.

First place 6 slices of bacon on an oiled pan, and once the bacon is cooked, add 4 eggs.

Chii Iik-

As the eggs began to slowly cook, I stirred them.

I also didn’t forget to sprinkle a little salt during the process.

‘It’s easy.’

Deltan smiled in satisfaction and began putting equal amounts on two plates and moving them with a fork.

Sweet!

At that moment, Agnes appeared in the restaurant.

He looks a little out of breath, perhaps from walking fast.

Agnes’ eyes rolled around.

Once for the Deltan and once for the plate he was putting on the table.

“… Did you cook it?”

“Uh, eat it.”

Deltan said and sat down.

Agnes stood there blankly, and then sat down across from Deltan as a look of puzzlement appeared on his face.

“… I knew how to cook too.”

“You usually know how to do it, right?”

“I can’t usually do it.”

“Ah.”

Nobles usually can’t cook.

Only then did Deltan remember that.

Fortunately, there was an excuse.

“Fallen nobles do it.”

After saying that, I scooped up scrambled eggs with a fork and put them in my mouth.

Deltan was satisfied as it gently slid down his throat.

“It’s delicious.”

It was self-praise.