episode_0140

The day after I started staying at Betga.

When I woke up in the morning, cleaned up the house, and went outside, Beatrice was sleeping with her head on the table.

It’s still dawn, and the air outside the window is still a deep blue.

There is a tall stack of papers on the right that appear to have been resolved, and only a few sheets remain on the left.

I approached Beatrice.

“Get up. You have to finish your work.”

“You’re talking nonsense, you .”

Beatrice opened her mouth with a voice stuck to the floor. You’re awake.

Judging from your voice, I don’t think you woke up to my voice. Did you wake up when I came down?

“Almost done, right?”

“Yeah. Almost done.”

Beatrice got up from her seat. She didn’t look half-asleep, so she must be sleeping lightly.

Or maybe it was because of me that you couldn’t sleep.

Stretching, Beatrice walks away from me into the kitchen, opens something that looks like a refrigerator, and looks inside.

The only difference from a refrigerator is that there is no freezer.

From what Victoria knows, refrigeration alone can maintain frozen levels of freshness.

The problem is that it’s empty inside. Beatrice eventually closes the door, fills the kettle with water, and boils it.

In the meantime, his gaze glanced around a few times, then landed on the gun near the table, and his eyes turned towards it a couple of times. Let’s say it was cute.

Anyone would be wary if an unidentified guest came inside.

It’s amazing that there are cars in every world. Of course, there are places where we have leaves, places where we have stems, and places where we have things like beans.

There is coffee in this world too. Victoria doesn’t know much about it because she hates it and thinks it tastes sour.

Beatrice has been making it.

“Okay, drink.”

“Thank you.”

Let’s say it’s cute that he gives me a glass like that, puts his glass down on the table, and naturally picks up his gun.

Beatrice sat down on the table.

I waited because it seemed like he had something to say, but he opened his mouth a long time after drinking his coffee. I guess he wasn’t fully awake.

“Why did you come to my daughter?”

That means I’m awake now.

“Victoria Bett. She was just unlucky. She was accidentally kidnapped, injected with a monster-turning injection, woke up, and accidentally fought back. She was struggling, not knowing it was already over.”

Even if they killed many Sahagins, it meant that they had created a stronger clan, so they didn’t care about the deaths of their other clans.

“If I hadn’t met you, you would have either died with the monsters there or become one of their kind.”

Victoria kept her story a little secret, telling it as if it had been a bit of a risky adventure, since everything had turned out well anyway.

“But she was really unfortunate. She met me and gained the ability to survive instead of dying. As a result, she survived in the end.”

Beatrice tapped her glass a few times with her finger and then asked me with a strange expression.

“Why do you call that unfortunate?”

So I answer like this.

“I don’t lie.”

It means I won’t answer.

Beatrice aimed the small revolver in her hand, glaring straight at me with her narrowed pupils in the shadows of this still dark place.

“If anything happens to my daughter, you will never die easily.”

I was going to laugh at her and say, “If I could kill her, I could,” but I didn’t think that would pose any threat to her, so I decided to harass her in some other way.

“If you’re going to say something like that, fill up that warehouse on the day the kid comes back. I see it’s empty, but isn’t there a store that opens early in the morning far away?”

Beatrice flinched and trembled as if someone had stabbed her in the sore spot, and carefully lowered the gun.

“No, I didn’t know this work would end this late, and it was originally supposed to be finished last night.”

You make excuses while avoiding my gaze. Of course, I know you spent a lot of time listening to Victoria’s story yesterday.

Common sense tells me I should just let it go, but they keep asking me questions to divert my attention from the danger I’m in.

“Feed the child. Isn’t that why you work?”

She also lowered her head as if she was thinking about something. I poured all the new liquid in the teacup into my mouth and pointed to the remaining paper with my finger.

“It would be so comforting to wake up in the morning and see the mother working all night. Finish it quickly.”

Beatrice nodded with a trembling expression, got down from the table, and sat down quietly.

And he checks the documents while tapping on something that looks like a calculator. It’s a document that I don’t recognize even if I look at it.

So I tried to match Victoria’s memories with this surrounding Beatrice, who works hard.

Nothing much has changed. If you walk into the living room, there is a video receiver in the closet.

It looks too classic to be called a TV. I briefly considered opening it and turning it on, but since there was someone working there, I decided to leave it alone.

When I have time, I’ll have to order Victoria and play it.

I just sat on the sofa in the middle of the living room. Outside, the sun was getting brighter, dawn was passing, and morning was coming.

There have been times like this before, but what did you do then?

Ah. There was nothing else to worry about besides what to prepare for breakfast with So-o-rang. Other than that, all I could do was watch from the perspective of the harvester.

Perhaps because this is an era where the power of a group is stronger than that of an individual, those five people.

Don’t let your desires dictate you.

The first man I hired as a reaper. Reason Brutal. He led the other four and disembarked at the next port we landed.

This man was originally a construction worker, and after being injured in an accident, he was just going to return home, but now that he has the opportunity, he decides not to throw it away and leads the way.

The world may seem good right now. You may be able to do good to others for a while.

But all five of them are people who can easily trample on others. How long will it take even if they work diligently?

Some people even ran away from home because they didn’t want to work as day laborers, while others had nowhere to return to because the village they were living in was destroyed by monsters.

Some people ran away because their families were in deep debt, while others made a living by pickpocketing.

Both your body and your mind will feel better, so soon you will feel that it is a shame to live like this.

The five people who got along well with each other suddenly created a strange organization called the Purple Twilight Society, as if they were suffering from second-year middle school syndrome.

huh.

I wonder when they will break up and go their separate ways, or when they will degenerate into a violent group and rob people.

If that happens, you’ll inevitably end up fighting someone and killing them. The problem is that in this world, murder is a strict crime.

Of course, this is a common occurrence outside the city, but at least within the city.

I don’t know if it will live long and give us a lot of warmth, or if it will just give us a little warmth and then disappear.

If I get the chance, I think it would be fun to go and extend the harvest season.

I waited for Victoria while planning out what to do next.

And the sun rose fully and the day became hot.

Finally, Beatrice approached me as I was sitting still.

“My child doesn’t seem to want to wake up. Do you want to go shopping together?”

“Like.”

I nodded and stood up from my seat.

Then suddenly he looked down at his clothes, realized there was something wrong, and asked Beatrice.

“Clothes. Is this okay?”

Last night.

It was a thin pink dress that Victoria made me wear, saying it was pajamas. I thought no one would go out wearing this, so I asked Beatrice. Beatrice looked me up and down, told me to wait, and left.

And after a while.

She came carrying a large, light box and placed it down in front of me.

It’s a box with Victoria’s name written on it.

In short, it’s a box containing her childhood clothes.

“There are a lot of clothes.”

“You can wear it appropriately.”

Most of them are clothes that I remember Victoria wearing. Since I have no resistance to wearing clothes that others have worn, I picked out something that would be suitable.

“Let’s try on a few pieces first.”

At that time, Beatrice said that, and I nodded because I thought it would be rude to wear it so casually.

I shouldn’t have done that.

It was well past lunchtime, and I had to change clothes before Victoria came downstairs yawning, saying she was hungry.

Aren’t you forgetting that I’m a monster right now?

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Are you awake? I’m picking out Belle’s clothes right now.”

“Aren’t those my clothes, Mom?”

“Is there a problem?”

Oh, by the way, I forgot that the person giving the clothes might not like it.

If there’s a problem, I’ll twist the clothes I was wearing. I’ve tried on dozens of clothes and figured out the general style of the clothes.

It may seem a bit outdated for its time period, but it’s okay since it’s someone else’s story anyway.

“There’s something fun going on here, why didn’t you call me, Mom!”

“Who says to wake up late?”

“Hehehe, please be lenient since it’s vacation. So what did you make me wear?”

Victoria approached Beatrice naturally and lifted up a few pieces of clothing.

“Ah, this is something I liked, but I couldn’t wear it because my chest was showing. Let me put this on, Mom.”

“If you wear that, your outfit will be ruined… … . That’s right. Belle can wear it well.”

A little more, I think I’ll become a doll that changes clothes in this place.

Personally, I am closer to a man in the order of a monster crazy about warmth, then a man in a faded memory, and then a ritual that imitates a human.

So I thought I would feel awkward for a long time, but when I looked at myself through Victoria’s eyes, I didn’t feel that way.

Finally, it was noon and dinner time. I changed my clothes by the middle of the day.