episode_0067

He leaned back on the sofa and flicked the blade of his D-class sword with his fingers. The tip of my finger that I hit felt numb and numb. I don’t know what I like about this.

I can’t say it out loud in front of Do Yoo-geon, but if you look at it objectively, it’s cheap. This means that it is an item that will not be used even if given. Of course, since it is D-class, it is a price range that Do Yu-gun will never be able to buy, but he can easily buy it.

Simple. All you have to do is ask. Then, as much as you want. If you want, you can do pretty much anything, so why don’t you ask? Did you start to resemble Yumina while hanging out with her? Yumina is often calculating.

Maybe he feels burdened by too much help. From this perspective, it is very frustrating and difficult. Why is this happening when I received good help until recently? If this reincarnated person spends time with an elementary school student, naturally this person will clean up after the situation. It’s been like that so far, and I roughly expected it to be like that in the future, but what if it turns around like this?

It was like that from the beginning, but now he seems to have had a change of heart because he ate some rice cake soup, but if he tries to change the relationship, it is very embarrassing. It’s not that old right away, it was the same until a while ago, but isn’t that really too much? There is also a mistake on the part of those who have so far dismissed the sign of change as temporary puberty, but it is still too much.

is not it? Why not too much? It’s strange. I have some complicated thoughts. Let’s define emotions. Problems can usually be solved if they are properly defined.

Is this how you feel when you look at a subordinate who was good to you at best but then moved to another team? Wow. Or is it the feeling of looking at a child starting a part-time job to live on his own? I’ve never experienced it before. Or how does it feel to see a cat running out the front door? If you’re a territorial animal, stay home. Don’t go out and get lost just because the door is open, you idiot. The mention of a cat reminds me of Schrödinger and makes me feel bad.

He held the sword backwards and struck it on the table.

Anyway, I have complicated feelings. It’s not a big deal, but if I dig further, I’ll get tired, so it’s better to stop worrying about it. Emotions tend to subside on their own if left alone, so they are worthless compared to actions.

With a dazed mind, I looked at the sword stuck on the table. In the kitchen, there was the sound of Do Yoo-geon chopping a knife as if he was preparing ingredients for cooking. want to go home. I’m tired. I want to lie down in bed and have a nice sleep. Is it a reactionary reaction to being too active these days? It would be better to stay at home for the time being. Don’t just wander around. Would you like to change the atmosphere of your bedroom for a change? Something like all black. That’s interesting.

ah… … ?

Now that I think about it, this is not my house. And that’s not our living room table. That is, the table where the knife was just cut.

I jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the sword handle with both hands. I pulled it with force, but it didn’t come out well. Even though all the magic effects were ruined, he was still stuck as if he was protesting that he was a D class. I let go of my hand and grabbed it with magic and pulled it out. The table tilted and lifted along the sword, making a clicking sound.

“What are you talking about?”

He asked if I had stopped by the kitchen.

When I looked at the table, I saw that there was no hole, but it was deeply dented. The performance is really good for a D-level subject.

“It’s nothing. It’s nothing special, so just cook.”

“When you say that, I suddenly want to go back to the living room.”

Even if he says that, it seems like he’s just saying that because he’s concentrating on cutting without looking at the situation he’ll see when he turns around. After all, beginner cooks need to concentrate, right?

“I said it’s no big deal, so you don’t believe me?”

“Of course… I believe it.”

“Why is the answer so slow?”

Are you feeling bad?

“Then shall we go to the living room to apologize?”

“No, don’t come, I live in the kitchen.”

“That’s a bit….”

“Then live in the kitchen for a while.”

No answer came back. I guess I’m trying to focus on cooking. Phew, okay. The biggest wall has been overcome. Now all we have to do is take care of it. The table was a mess, but it wasn’t a big problem.

While looking around the living room, I found a book that was obviously meant for interior design and took it out. From memory, this was a bestseller from 8 months ago. When I took a quick look, it seemed like the stiff thing had never been unfolded. This is a book that I will never read again. This is the fate of bestsellers. But it is time to change our fate. History has proven that humans can solve problems through books. The same situation right now.

The book was placed on the dent in the table. The problem was clearly covered.

Voila.

solve.

After all, people should learn from history.

I sat down on the sofa. If you look at the table for a moment, you will see wood fragments scattered near the covered book. Of course, this is debris from the table being pierced by the sword. Ah, it’s a hassle to clean up. Is there any way to get rid of something? Something like magic. Oh, you can use magic, right? this. Once I realized that I could use magic, I started not wanting to use magic either. Is there any way to get rid of it other than magic? After thinking about it, I think superpowers might be plausible. If you shout ‘yayah’, the cleaning will be done in no time. But I can’t use my super powers. It’s unfair.

I really didn’t want to leave it like this, so I took out my phone. I took a picture of the table and sent it via KakaoTalk to the security team leader.

―Please replace it with the same product. You don’t have to do it right away, 3 hours? Within a degree.

Even if books cannot solve most problems, they can be solved with money. Although it cannot save someone who commits suicide.

KakaoTalk arrived quickly.

―Please explain the situation.

Explain the situation? hmm. I looked away from my phone, looked at the table, and then looked at Do Yu-geon, who was cooking in the kitchen. Yes… … .

―It’s not a big deal, but while Do Yoo-gun was practicing swordsmanship, he took pictures of the table, so it became necessary to replace the table without Do Yoo-gun’s knowledge.

I sent the content and waited for a reply via KakaoTalk. I waited for a while, but there was no answer. He’s not coming. what? Did I get a phone call at that moment or did the battery run out?

I changed my sitting position to the side and lay down on the sofa.

After doing that for a while, a KakaoTalk message arrived.

-All right.

It’s not much of a story. I don’t think it was a time with special meaning.

I put my phone away and lay down more comfortably on the sofa. Maybe it was because I was solving a problem that came out of nowhere, but I was somehow tired. You should at least close your eyes for a moment.

* * *

I smelled lemon in my sleep. I could feel it softly through the softness of the bed. When I pull the blanket over me and smell the scent, it gets even stronger. Ah, it’s Do Yoo-geon’s room. I was lying on the sofa, but at some point it came to the bed.

When I opened my eyes, it was a dark room. Even though it was someone else’s room in someone else’s house, I was still under the blanket, so I lay there for a while. I definitely wasn’t thinking about sleeping, but maybe it was lack of sleep. I live a life where I go to bed at 10 PM every night and wake up at 6 AM, but that is a separate problem from lack of sleep. Should I increase my sleep time? About 12 hours a day.

Rather, what was the purpose of putting me to bed without waking me up when I was preparing dinner? Is it okay if you eat alone?

I pulled up the blanket and left the room. There was a strong curry scent. I don’t even have to ask what food is for dinner.

“Woke up?”

“huh.”

As I entered the living room, a sunken table caught my eye. It’s a slightly different state than before falling asleep. The interior books were still there, but there were no pieces of wood around them, and the books themselves were arranged a little differently than I remembered. No, it’s just a new table.

I glanced at Do Yu-geon, who was stirring curry in the kitchen, and lifted up the book. There are no dents and it is fine. Umm… … . When I woke up, the table I was planning to replace without Do Yoo-gun’s knowledge had already been replaced? Did you say you used superpowers in your sleep?

I was nervous and flapping around at the book and asked the guy.

“excuse me…….”

“uh?”

“Nothing.”

Well, that’s enough.

Anyway solved.

I went to the kitchen and poked him in the back.

“Curry?”

“Kareji.”

I poked him a few more times.

“Did you eat first?”

“You haven’t been asleep in a while.”

When I checked my watch, it seemed like an hour had passed. I’m not sure because I don’t know the time right before I go to sleep, but that’s roughly the case.

“Really? Then I just had to move him to bed so I wouldn’t have to wake him up.”

“What’s so difficult? It’s just lifting and moving a short girl.”

Is it a fight?

“I thought it would take a long time since it was curry anyway, so I moved it to make it easier.”

“But why curry? This takes a long time to cook, so I’m not going to eat it right now.”

Normally, this kind of food should be finished before meal time. It’s not something you can eat in a hurry just because it’s time to eat. I’m hungry, but there’s no time for curry.

The curry in front of me looks like it’s finished, but that’s only because I was sleeping and there was time left.

The guy cleared his throat.

“…not considering time.”

“This is why I am an amateur.”

“That’s not what I want to hear from a girl who’s only good at theory.”

“What can you say? It’s not that I’m bad at cooking, it’s just that I’m unlucky.”

How many years of cooking experience did you have in your previous life, but you can’t cook? … … Although we mostly ate out. Honestly, washing dishes is a hassle.

After failing to cook in front of him a few times, I think my trust in him was severely eroded. Most people cooked successfully, but isn’t this kind of evaluation too much?

“It doesn’t seem right to me.”

“There are no eyes to see.”

“is it?”

“That’s right. My grandfather’s chef told me I was good at cooking. It’s a skill guaranteed by a proven professional.”

It’s not a lie.

The guy narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

“……Isn’t that an abuse of power?”

No.

I should refute it straight away, but I hesitate because I wonder if it was really flattering.

But what does it matter whether it is flattery or not?

Umm.

It really is.

“Anyway, it’s a guaranteed skill. Are you dissatisfied?”

“It can’t be. Then let’s eat now.”

I was dissatisfied with the answer, but I moved on. As I took out the rice bowl and went to the rice cooker, I noticed something strange. The light in the rice cooker is not turned on? When I opened the lid, there was no rice.

“Hey, there’s no food.”

Do Yu-geon came over in surprise and checked the empty rice cooker.

“ah…….”

I patted my back.

“This can be happen.”

* * *

When Chief of Staff Lim Ik-seop heard the alarm, he took out his cell phone and checked KakaoTalk. It was a KakaoTalk message sent by Hong Seong-tae, head of security team 2, who guards Cha Ha-neul.

―The lady went to Do Yoo-geon’s house after checking the National Assembly’s resolution on the new city special law.

The chief secretary sighed.

-Thank you for your effort. Please continue to work hard to protect us.

The chief secretary put away his cell phone and looked ahead.

When Chairman Cha Seong-taek swung his sword, the rice straw was cut cleanly. The blade shined.

[C-Class/Purification Demon Sword Kudar]

“What did you say?”

The chairman asked, aiming for the next straw without looking at the chief secretary.

“I went to Do Yoo-geon’s house.”

“Hehe! Director Lim. What did I say? I said it was right. This is love. There was no need to test it by moving the bodyguard in the first place.”

When the chairman lightly pointed his sword at the rice straw, the sword moved on its own, demonstrating sophisticated swordsmanship.

“I don’t feel good even though I got the result right. Should I be disappointed in my granddaughter’s judgment for not doubting her own limbs? Or should I be happy that this old lady didn’t doubt the person she gave her?”

“No matter what, if it makes you feel better, there’s nothing better.”

The chairman was pleased at those words and laughed for a moment. Then his expression hardened.

“Is it possible to feel good? The feeling of liking it is close to a fait accompli.”

“If you look at how I treat you, it probably isn’t love.”

The chief secretary answered resolutely.

“At that age, no matter what you feel, if you mistake it for love, it’s love. Should I be struggling and praying that it’s not? Do you really want that?”

The chairman glared at the chief secretary.

“I didn’t say that much.”

“It’s just a joke.”

All the rice straw was cut in two steps.

“I’m going to be a high school student soon, so I’ll have to do something.”