Chapter 654 – Tuesday, Week 8 (13)
It was a small detached house where I arrived by pulling a cart with Icher. It was quite far from the city center, but it was located not too far from Balter Academy. The walls were sparsely painted and black curtains covered the windows. As if the hinges were not being oiled, Ycher opened the door and let out an unpleasant sound.
“Is there a little distance? Great job.”
Ycher looked down at her Marey apologetically and stroked her hair. Since she is said to be a disciple of Illien and Idrien, is it because she feels like a disciple to herself? She was an Icher who didn’t even like being touched by anyone, but she didn’t feel much of a rejection for this cute boy.
The single-story house along Isher had a similar interior as it did with its rustic appearance. To put it in a good way, it felt like a house where researchers or wizards lived, and to put it bluntly, it was messy and messy.
Humming her snort, the further Icher followed her inside, the worse she felt. A book on top of a stack of papers, then another stack of papers on top of that. Several such lumps were piled up on the floor and on the desk.
In the middle, gray chalkboards were erected, and unknown symbols were densely written on them. Looking closely, I could see a few familiar patterns sparsely. The bookshelf was piled high, and several books were placed sparsely on top of the vertically stacked books.
At the sight that Ravela would have stumbled upon, saying that she was getting dizzy, Marey looked around curiously. In one corner, glass bottles were rolling around randomly. Marey had no choice but to seriously consider whether it was okay for Ycher to live alone.
“Isn’t it a bit dirty? I’m busy with research these days… Haha…”
Ycher took off her robe and threw it roughly on her sofa, then she roughly moved the scattered wads of paper to make room on her sofa. Rather than dirty, it would be more accurate to say that it was messy and disorganized. As for comfort, I should say that the inside of the glass bottle is very clean, as if it had been washed, and it does not smell strange.
“I’ll prepare and bring it right away, so sit back and relax!”
Glancing at Ycher’s back as she pushed her cart and stepped into her kitchen, Marey looked around her. Her house was so messed up that she felt sorry for comparing it to the officetel where Illien and Idrien lived alone.
I couldn’t see the dust, but her black hair was sparsely visible on the floor. Roughly stripped clothes were piled up in baskets, and food wrappers were crumpled carelessly in trash cans.
Fortunately, the contents were emptied neatly, but there was no smell…
Itcher thought that he shouldn’t be alone. It was to the point where even Marey, who was surrounded by people who took care of him (?) Every day, felt that Ischer needed someone to take care of him…
With a rattling sound from behind, Isher set the tray down on the table.
“Come on, we bought a lot of cake today, so let’s eat as much as we want! If you want more, tell this older sister! Because I have a lot of money!”
Ischer was very friendly. No, after she was introduced to Illien, she definitely felt like an older sister.
“Of course you have to buy more, but…”
Itcher added that. It seemed like something troublesome had happened, but if she had a sister-like relationship with Illien, Marei could spend that much time for Icher.
“Four! Thank you for this food… !”
“Yes, yes. Oh, what kind of tea do you like? Unlike how she looks, Illien has an older taste, so all tea is bitter and bitter, although it’s a good tea… If you don’t like it, can I bring you hot chocolate? There’s even coffee!”
In the classroom, unlike when I met outside, Icher was very active. Marei suddenly became more talkative, and she stared blankly at Ischer, who was different from usual.
“Ah… Sorry, I said too much… It’s been a long time since a guest came…”
Ischer sat down on the sofa across from him, avoiding his gaze as if he was ashamed. There was a thick-looking book under her, but she didn’t seem to mind. After Icher touched her face a few times, she returned to her usual sullen face.
“Doesn’t your sister eat?”
“Uh? Huh… ? Everything, can you tell me one more time?”
She was nervous about Icher’s reaction, thinking that she was doing something wrong, but when she saw her dark elf sister staring at her with her eyes shining, she cautiously opened her mouth.
“My sister doesn’t eat… ?”
“Huh~ Yeah, yeah, I have to eat. I have to eat.”
Itcher held up his fork while humming softly as to what made him so happy. She stared blankly at the boy who was tasting the mumble cake.
She was such a cute kid that her sister Illien would definitely brag about. She was kind, sincere, and had good learning abilities. There she seemed to have no idea about the dark elves. She was neither afraid nor abhorred.
Ycher raised the corners of her mouth in a good mood at the calmness she felt for the first time in a long time, even though she was with others. Because of that, Idrien, did she like that too. She was so adorable the way she stuffed her cheeks and munched.
She even wanted to take her and raise one. Contrary to her appearance, she was quite the voracious child. If you look at the clothes that are densely studded with magic, she must be living enough to not envy others, but she laughs at why she eats cake so deliciously.
Come to think of it, did I say that Lauren was the grandson of a bitch who was more damned than the devil? She couldn’t believe that such a normal and cute child was born from such a dragon. She seems to have been said to be Marie de Fawen’s child, but she had nothing to do with the naughty bitch, if that’s the case.
Ycher recalled one or two of the stories she had heard about the boy. If she was Marie de Fawen, she must have been a blood relative of the dreamer line, she said. At the warlock gathering, which had now completely evaporated, she had flashing memories of the past.
She definitely seemed to have inherited the dark demon blood. A neutral appearance that could be mistaken for a girl, an atmosphere that makes the viewer happy, and a sweet scent that spreads softly. She was a kid who could make girls cry quite a bit. Of course, since she’s still young, it seems like she needs a few more years…
I didn’t think I’d let that bad-tempered dragon do such an outrageous thing, but it looked like a lot of girls would be seduced by it, if not voluntarily.
“Is Marey dating someone?”
“Yes? Oh, not yet…”
Marey reflexively lied. She and she immediately tried to correct the fact that she had lied, but she strangely couldn’t part her lips at the sight of Ycher smiling at her.
“It seems like you’ve been making a lot of girls cry since you were little, really?”
“That is… Where I lived, there weren’t many kids my age…”
It seemed that the nasty dragon had been imprisoned in the mansion while arguing that it was an early education. Ycher looked at her Marey with pity.
“Oh, sister… ? Have a boyfriend?”
“Uh?! Uh… ? Me better?! Me… You mean me?”
Icher asked several times, as if she was embarrassed. She didn’t seem to know what face to make, but she seemed happy.
“Joe, because there are no good people.”
It was a lie. Itcher stuttered her words in embarrassment, and she struggled to put on a calm expression in order not to show her nervousness. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to say that she only had a few friends of the same sex, let alone her boyfriend.
“Icher noona is very beautiful, isn’t it?”
She shouldn’t laugh she shouldn’t laugh Icher gave strength to the corner of her mouth that rose involuntarily. She raised her teacup and sipped cautiously, consoling herself with an involuntary laugh.
“Did Illien make you say that?”
“No, she is really very beautiful! Really!”
Illien sister. Itcher called the elf’s name like her own sister into her heart. It’s shameful that she monopolizes such a cute child. She thought. She was even worried that Idrien would not bother her sweet boy.
“It’s not bad to hear. Huhu…”
Icher was nervous and involuntarily set the teacup down with her trembling hands and glared at the innocent cake. Seeing her marey made her laugh. Then she’ll definitely think she’s a strange person. She is a nice and cool sister. Yes, it was important for her to look that way, as she usually does.
“Marey is cute too, lovely.”
“Go, thank you! Sister!”
Icher exhaled very slowly, feeling as if something was going to explode from inside her, wondering why she felt so happy at the word sister.
“Idrien, that… No, without the professor harassing you?”
“Yes? Please be very nice to me.”
That bitch treats someone well? Not Illien’s sister, but someone else? Icher looked into the eyes of the boy sitting in front of her, but she didn’t seem to be lying.
