Chapter 46 – Episode 46: Human Relations
Reading the information on the Internet, it is said that I am a very unique case among constellations.
Royalty of a fallen kingdom
A war-mad tyrant
Survivor who developed PTSD as a result of the apocalypse
Various constellations, such as martial artists who walk the path of the sword, do not harmonize well with the incarnations.
Taking the class system for granted, thinking of oneself as superior to humans,
Because there are various reactions, such as reducing the interaction with the incarnation to a minimum in order to train oneself.
There were few Constellations that took an appropriate attitude with a modern mind like me.
The attitude is important, but the fact that he only has two incarnations is also unique.
Most Constellations are obsessed with buying contracts once they have accumulated points and bringing in promising talent.
After all, they are souls full of talent, so even if you don’t support them with points, they will grow on the battlefield on their own.
From that point of view, I, who periodically descends to the ground with only two incarnations of inland duty workers,
They were treated like rare animals in a zoo.
Women’s interest in handsome men is also an interest, but should we say that they are more interested in constellations?
There are several other constellations related to dreams besides me, but unlike me, they are dreamers from the core.
It is said that there is no special exchange other than contracting with countless incarnations and communicating as a group through dreams.
This is why everyone is interested in me.
As my existence became known through the Internet and word of mouth, the duration of my avatar began to grow longer.
Aside from training in a dream, does the higher rank of the Constellation affect the ability?
It would be nice to have a game stat window, but I felt that it was a little difficult to hit without it.
Is this enough to get the suckling ticket off?
“Have a nice day, Constellation!”
“Hello!”
Nodding, nodding, familiar faces swooping down and passing by.
From the team leader next to Han Ye-ji, who knows me regardless of position, I greet them with a bright smile.
Today, I was not summoned to the lobby and going to the office, but I am moving in the opposite direction, so there are a lot of people I run into.
I walk out of the building and walk along the main street during lunchtime to have a meal with Han Ye-ji’s team, who is not audible.
There are a lot of people like a downtown area where restaurants are gathered.
Are there many other company offices besides Han Ye-jin’s guild office?
Instead of young people, women in suits were making soup in groups of threes and threes.
As the manager, who looks a bit older, leads people to a pork soup restaurant, a man in a stylish suit is seen disgustingly behind her.
As I was walking around the streets like that, I arrived at the meeting place before I knew it.
A place where there are more western continental restaurants serving pasta and sous vide, away from the streets of Korean food restaurants that resemble rice soup or white rice.
As the restaurant has changed, it is noticeable that there are more young customers in plain clothes than ladies in suits around them.
“Am I not late? I wanted to walk a bit, so I walked from the lobby of the company.”
“No, I have room at mealtime.”
He didn’t dare say that he wasn’t late for the appointment time, but he said that he had plenty of time to eat, so he must have been late.
While summoning the avatar, I couldn’t even summon my wallet or smartphone, so I grabbed it by intuition and walked around, so maybe it was a little late.
I need to increase my ability quickly so I can summon things as well. Even if you can’t summon money because it’s counterfeit bills, you miss your smartphone a little bit.
“So, which restaurant is it?”
Of course, it doesn’t matter as long as a man is a little late for an appointment, as there is an unspoken custom that women naturally understand and move on.
All the more so if that man was a handsome man who could only come out of a dream, and if he was a constellation unfamiliar with human society.
Maybe that’s why there was no shade on the faces of the three people who greeted them warmly.
Wouldn’t it be too late?
I look at the three women standing side by side.
Han Ye-ji is on the tall side, but because she works out, she is a bit on the big side.
Perhaps because of her cheerful personality and pampering attitude of her, she is a beauty that reminds me of large dogs like Lee Traver.
But that doesn’t mean she’s inferior to her seniors and juniors.
Her height and build her are small, but her senior her, Jeonga Rin, is also a typical cat-like beauty with her eyes wide open.
Her junior her, Namgoong-hee, who is taller than Han Ye-ji and has lost her muscles well, is also a cool-headed beauty.
I wonder if talent includes looks, just watching the three of them bickering
A feeling of satisfaction fills a corner of her chest with her.
Of course, there are some differences.
“As expected, did you think you should have ordered one more?”
“If it’s not enough, would you like to eat some of mine?”
Han Ye-ji is not nervous that she is in front of me, and she adds her own side menu and orders as much as she can eat.
Namgoong-hee, who is bigger than her Han Ye-ji, was thorough in her self-management her and filled her stomach with chicken breast and salad.
However, Jung A-rin emptied the pasta bowl much faster than we did and was fiddling with her fork, probably because the amount of food was too much for her size her.
‘Ah, did you come to the pasta shop because of me?’
The shop is a typical western style restaurant. To put it this way, it is a Western Continental restaurant.
There were familiar ones like pasta and salad, and there were also foods that I had never seen before, such as bread, noodles, and cheese.
In such a store, three beautiful women were chatting and eating, so I didn’t notice.
If you think about it, it’s a male-female reversal here.
Isn’t it a situation where three male office workers are cooking cream pasta instead of rice soup for female customers during lunch time?
Thinking like that made me feel a little sorry.
It doesn’t matter if I eat meat soup, Korean table, or Haejangguk at Baekban restaurant.
“I don’t know when to go out, but I have to fill my stomach with confidence.”
Is it because of her her dwarf body, which is sandwiched between a 170cm athletic woman and a muscular fitness woman who appears to be 175cm tall?
Or was she drunk on the role-playing role of being a benevolent person as both a constellation and a dream horse?
I subconsciously shared the pasta I was tasting in her bowl.
Well, it’s an avatar in the first place.
Even if you eat food and drink, you are not full or hungry.
I’m not a masochist, so I turn off everything that makes me feel pain, and sending it conveniently is my avatar.
The main body is sleeping comfortably in bed right now, so it’s not a meal, but a taste.
To taste, half a bowl of pasta is enough.
“Ah, over there… “
“Thank you.”
Immediately after that, the atmosphere at the table becomes awkward.
Han Ye-ji looking at the pasta with an ambiguous face
Namgoong-hee starts rummaging through the leftover vegetable scraps of the salad with a red face.
And Jung A-rin, who reads the atmosphere like a member of society and accepts pasta.
Maybe it was because of the senior who hurriedly ate half a bowl of pasta as if nothing had happened,
The two people who were agitated immediately regained their composure.
Fast enough to be noticed only by looking at the face without participating in the conversation.
Still, the core must remain.
Contrary to his size and appearance his, is he naive?
Even if you leave Namgoong-hee alone, a junior whose red energy doesn’t go away with an indirect kiss…
Han Ye-ji clearly had something she wanted.
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As expected, was she envious of her wisdom when she acted without thinking?
“Eat a lot.”
“…Yes, Constellation.”
Her dream of a foreknowledge, which is usually set in the living room of her own house or her main room her, has turned into a restaurant for lunch today.
I wonder if I was envious of her to this extent, and as I looked at her softly, her face turned red as if I knew that she was embarrassed.
It’s not unconscious, it’s a lucid dream, and it’s been well over a year since I’ve practiced handling her dreams.
The restaurant doesn’t disappear in my dreams.
She didn’t even feed her, she reduced what she ate, but is that enough to envy her?
Unlike reality, people eat food while facing each other at a table covered by a partition.
Pasta, salad, soup, steak, and other foods I know and don’t know, choosing what I want from a table full of food.
Of course, it wasn’t just eating.
A loaf of bread that looked like whole rye bread was sliced thinly, and I served it with plenty of stew or soup.
“Come on, open your mouth. Oh~”
Seeing the piece of bread approaching his mouth his, his red face his heats up to the point of turning black.
Usually, cuddling, petting, and pampering are things that you cling to, but
Am I not intolerant of what I do?
Or, well, it could be embarrassing as if your heart was caught.
It was a western continental style restaurant, so it was good to feed them because there were a lot of long breads.
Since you can feed them with your hands instead of grilled or fried meat, isn’t it nice to tease and feed them?
Han Ye-ji, whose face is red and black, knows that she can’t get away from me anyway, so she takes the food and eats it.
It started with a long piece of bread, went through something like a square flat biscuit, and all the way to the cherry tomatoes in a salad.
It’s a bit angular for a cherry tomato and the color is yellow, but what does that matter?
“Here, toilet paper… “
He feeds fruit with his fingers and touches his lips her.
Naturally, food sauce is asked at the tip of her fingertips her, and a restless Yeji holds out a tissue to me.
Of course, she had no intention of accepting it. A pure white cream sauce with a savory smell.
“Well, you’re suing more than I thought.”
As she licks her fingers with her tongue, the savory flavor of milk fills her mouth.
Soy milk, not milk?
As I savor the cream sauce with something and imagine the ingredients, she sneaks up next to me.
Before I knew it, the table in my dream was empty.
