Chapter Index

    It is a great joy that Zion has regained her freedom today.

    However, many obstacles remain for Rohan and his party.

    Is the statue of Sion Testarossa, who may have existed in Tigrova, alive? How will he react when he encounters a constable who knows Sion’s appearance on the street?

    I knew that I didn’t have to bow my head or worry about anything since I hadn’t done anything particularly evil, but I was worried.

    ‘Anyway, this is this.’

    In fact, the problems ahead are vague.

    The issue of Zion feeling guilty after hearing the story about Noah is not yet an issue that needs to be addressed.

    There is something else that is clearly on Rohan’s mind right now.

    The first is force.

    Zion and Clara’s talents are a guarantee of rapid growth. Plus, they will be able to get stimulation from seeing each other.

    Rohan must keep up with this pace.

    Not with the mindset of becoming equal, but with the mindset of completely surpassing.

    And the second was the garments and dwelling-places of Zion.

    The merit money was coming to Rohan. If he had that, he could solve the problem somehow.

    The issue was quickly resolved thanks to Clara volunteering to live with Zion once they found a house.

    Zion’s luggage, which had escaped the ruins, was even more sparse than Clara’s, and even the clothes she could wear comfortably were in rags, so she had to deal with them.

    Thanks to that, Zion will have to wear Rohan’s clothes until she goes out shopping today.

    “I’ll contact you at lunchtime, so until then, consider this your home and rest.”

    “Yeah···!”

    “Okay.”

    I returned to the dormitory with many worries, and as expected, the sun was just beginning to rise at dawn.

    Rohan looked at Zion, who was gaunt, having drunk water but not eating properly.

    “Since he has been starving for a long time, Zion will eat porridge for now.”

    “Death?”

    As Zion blinked, Rohan opened the shelf and took out some instant rice.

    A simple procedure that is almost embarrassing to call cooking.

    Put white rice in a pot and add water. Turn on the heat and keep stirring to prevent sticking.

    “If you want to eat something delicious for dinner, you have to appease your stomach first.”

    Even if a strong body with magical powers makes you ignore basic problems, there’s no harm in doing the bare minimum.

    Zion played with his hair and nodded at Rohan’s explanation.

    “···Sorry for bothering you.”

    “It’s annoying, how long will it take if I try to do this?”

    Isn’t this also an employee benefit? You have to keep your valuable human resources so they don’t leave.

    Rohan, who was stirring the soup, also asked Clara, who was standing nearby and watching.

    “Clara, do you want to eat something?”

    “I’m not hungry, so I’ll wait until lunch···.”

    “If you want to eat something, send me a message. I’ll order it for you.”

    “Okay···!”

    The porridge was completed with the luxury of having two audiences.

    Rohan, who had ladle-poured porridge into a bowl, reminded Zion of this.

    “Even if it doesn’t taste good, force yourself to eat it. Okay?”

    Only after confirming that Zion was nodding while avoiding eye contact did Rohan pack his uniform and head for the door.

    I tucked my bag under my arm and greeted them again.

    “I’ll be back. Wash up and get some sleep. If anything comes up, contact me.”

    Zion and Clara were overcome with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction as they saw Rohan off at the front door.

    How long did I just stand there blankly?

    Clara, who came to her senses first, smiled awkwardly and spoke.

    “Sister Zion. While you’re eating, would it be okay if I wash up first?”

    “Of course.”

    Zion sat down at the table as he watched Clara head to the bathroom.

    I carefully took a bite of the porridge made only of white rice.

    Zion smiled, admiring the porridge Rohan had made.

    ‘Did I tell you to force yourself to eat it?’

    Rohan said so, but Zion didn’t force it into his mouth.

    It was a dish that I reached for on my own. Is it true that cooking someone else’s food has this kind of warmth?

    It ends up scraping everything clean off the floor.

    “Whew···.”

    A moderate feeling of fullness and warmth settled in the body brings peace to the mind.

    After cleaning and organizing the dishes neatly, I sat quietly at the table.

    Clara, who had covered her body with a towel as if she could not show her naked body even for a moment, passed by quickly.

    Then the girl, using the wall as a shield, poked her head out.

    A strand of purple hair with some moisture still on it caught my eye.

    “···Sister. Are you going to wash the clothes you’re wearing?”

    “Hmm, I guess that would be good.”

    “Then, when you wash, just put your clothes in the laundry basket. I’ll do the laundry.”

    “No. I’ll try.”

    Zion got up from the table and headed to the corner where the washing machine was.

    Clara grabbed the hair dryer after leaving a message telling him to call her anytime.

    ──Wheeing!!! While I was drying off the water, I heard a voice calling me.

    “Clara. Are you busy?”

    “Just a minute···!”

    Are you confused about how to use the washing machine I told you earlier?

    Clara, who was drying her hair, headed towards the place where the voice was heard with that guess in mind.

    Zion was seen sniffing Rohan’s clothes that were in the laundry basket.

    It takes a second to figure out the situation.

    This is it.

    Three seconds.

    “Huh, Sister!?”

    Just seeing it is shocking in itself.

    Because it was something that Clara herself could not do even when she was alone.

    What is this confidence that he shows by calling himself?

    Zion was in her underwear, so her intentions seemed strange.

    “What···.”

    Clara was frozen like ice, unable to continue speaking.

    Zion asked Clara with a questioning look on his face.

    “Does Rohan wear perfume? It’s surprising considering he looks flawless.”

    “My brother is perfume···?”

    Clara swallowed hard as she looked at the clothes Zion handed her, telling her to take care of them.

    It felt strange to do something I always hesitated to do when I was alone, but to do it in front of Zion.

    But now that Zion is pushing me back, it feels like an opportunity.

    “···.”

    As per Zion’s suggestion, Clara checked Rohan’s clothes.

    Far from perfume, the only thing emanating from the clothes was the faint scent of body odor and sweat.

    But that’s what drives the girl crazy. The smell that secretly makes her head and lower abdomen feel hot.

    Clara buried her nose in her hands for a long time, losing her mind.

    “A unique perfume. The scent is thick… It’s an addictive scent.”

    Clara looked up, startled by Zion’s words.

    He smiled with an embarrassed face.

    ‘Sister···.’

    Is this what love is like to an elf?

    My head is broken from affection I didn’t even realize.

    How on earth do things change when you become aware of them?

    Clara thought about it for a moment.

    There was only one thing I could be sure of.

    The moment you let go of the reason you were barely holding on to.

    The fact that Zion’s actions are more than what he does unconsciously, not less.

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    Zion and Clara slept soundly in Rohan’s bed.

    Lying in a warm bed, their skins pressed against each other, the girls fell into a deep sleep.

    It was only after receiving a call from Rohan during lunch that I hurriedly prepared to go out.

    “Sister. Aren’t you uncomfortable?”

    “It’s okay. It’s more comfortable because the size is big.”

    Zion, who borrowed Rohan’s hoodie and training pants, felt his excitement rising to an endless level.

    I especially liked the scent of Rohan’s body lingering on my clothes.

    Happiness rushes in as you inhale. Exhale is a stepping stone to the next happiness.

    Unlike usual, she didn’t have goggles or a ponytail.

    Zion, who had only taken simple weapons, came down the dormitory silently through the window with Clara.

    So, heading towards the city center, in front of a fast food franchise.

    Rohan appeared first, waiting. The girls’ steps quickened accordingly.

    “Did you both sleep well?”

    “Yeah! I just slept with my sister!”

    Rohan looked at Zion as he straightened some of Clara’s messy hair.

    “Did you eat?”

    “···It was delicious.”

    Zion thought as he saw Rohan nod with a smile.

    Did you feel like I was embellishing the words “it was delicious” or did you know that I was being sincere?

    Zion’s mind was filled with thoughts of things that would normally be fine no matter what.

    “First, I need to contact Zion. After lunch, I’ll buy a smartphone first.”

    “!”

    Zion’s eyes widened in confusion and surprise.

    Clara clapped her hands softly, rejoicing as if it were her own business.

    In the meantime, it was clear that Zion was trying to draw a gesture of refusing to be a burden, so Rohan informed him of the necessity.

    After a brief struggle, Zion was convinced.

    And it shows curiosity that arises from primal desire.

    “Well, if you have a smartphone···you can hear voices and communicate over the phone whenever you want···?”

    “Of course. I don’t know what the statue in Tigrova will be like. Let’s just make another one with my name.”

    Rohan moved forward, saying that he could just change the name later.

    Rohan continued chatting with the two girls, wondering what to feed them for lunch.

    “How about going to buy clothes with Clara later?”

    Rohan showed his willingness to give her the card even if it wasn’t a huge amount of money.

    Clara showed interest in other areas.

    “Aren’t you going with me, oppa?”

    “I don’t think it’s right for me to be involved in that.”

    Of course, I’m worried about sending only Clara and Sion.

    But looking at the luggage that Zion brought, she had to buy things that would be embarrassing to show to men, so wouldn’t it be better if she didn’t have any?

    With that thought in mind, Rohan tried to harden his attitude.

    Zion and Clara each grabbed Rohan’s collar and tugged on it.

    A movement that feels almost like a stitch.

    “Brother··· Let’s go together. Okay?”

    “···Let’s go together.”

    It seemed like the round cats were looking up at me with their clear eyes.

    “···.”

    At that moment, Rohan was unable to resist and was about to nod.

    “Ah! It’s Clara!”

    A familiar voice was heard by Rohan and Clara.

    When I turned my head, I saw two girls with a prominent presence in the crowd.

    Ichinose, as always, has her eyes closed and is holding her sword.

    And Noah, whose pure white tail was fluttering, was looking this way with interest.

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