Chapter 653 – Tuesday, Week 8 (12)
Merende was so difficult. She was always shriveled up, but in Marey’s eyes, she just looked crouched down. She seemed to have something in Merende that would raise her body at any moment and rush at it.
Lee Ha-woon just said that she couldn’t escape the stubbornness of thinking that she was special, but in Marey’s eyes, Merande was special. Like Lee Ha-un, and Julia as well, the people around him had something special that couldn’t be found in the villages around the barrier he lived in.
It wasn’t about looks. Of course, I also thought that my appearance was special, but it was different from those extroverted things. Should I call it talent, should I call it thinking, or should I call it ambition. They were people who always had something to run for. Whether it is intentional or unintentional.
The way Merende showed herself was different every moment. When she was with Lee Ha-woon, she was just a child, and when she was with him, she was like an object that didn’t need anyone’s help. Sometimes she felt like a child.
Every time I thought about this, Merande felt distant. The only thing that remained cold was the fact that he knew nothing about her. She wanted to say something, but she muttered, she laughed again as if running away, she said ‘goodbye’ and she immediately disappeared.
She might be ashamed. She didn’t know if she was or she was still wary of herself. But she was fine Because she believes in herself, said Merende. If she believed, she only believed. What is going on in the principality?
It was too difficult for her.
I knocked on the door of Lee Ha-woon’s gym, but I couldn’t feel her presence. She opened the door without permission and went in, but she couldn’t find Lee Ha-woon’s figure. Marei sat on a bench in the school blankly like a child who had lost her place, feeling a strange regret, and moved her steps towards her house.
She was just going home because her class ended early due to the teacher’s circumstances (?), But why did her heart beat so fast when she crossed the school gate? Marey moved her steps a little faster, as if she had committed her sin, and saw her familiar figure standing in the plaza.
Her drab robe that covered the ends of her hair, her white gloves, and her people passed by ignoring her as if she wasn’t there.
“Icher sister?”
“Huh? In my sister’s class… ? Marey? Ah, hmmm… I thought you were Illien’s sister. Huh? The magic… It’s activating… ? Hmm… Did you even find out?”
The dark elf female teacher cleared her throat slightly and gently pulled back her robe to show Marey her face, smiling faintly. She was a charming person who wanted to be raised while being distinctly different from the large golden dogs kept at home.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s no big deal, I came to buy snacks…”
In Isher’s hand was a small box. She scratched her cheek in embarrassment, then looked back and forth between Marei and the luxurious dessert shop behind her.
“Ah, I have a request… Don’t sound strange. She says it’s a bit strange to ask her student… Uh, you know… ?”
Icher sighed and slipped her gloves off, revealing her coffee-milk-colored wrists.
“Dwarves and dark elves don’t get along very well, but could she run an errand for you? If that’s Illien’s sister’s disciple, then it’s no different than mine… Oh, I’ll give you a lot of money for errands! Yes, since he’s your younger brother, can’t you just ask for one favor?!”
Ycher finished her words, closing her eyes, blushing at what was so embarrassing to ask her simple favor.
“Ah yes… Can I buy you something?”
“Really?! Really!? And… Thank you! You are so nice!”
Itcher hugged Marey tightly once without any hesitation. In response to Ycher’s rough embrace, Marei instinctively gave her a small pat on the back and let go of her pleasant-smelling breasts.
She thought that her skinship was a little too much, so she secretly looked at the boy as if embarrassed. Pulled out a bundle
Marei looked at the bundle of bills held out in front of her dumbfoundedly. Icher held out her hand even more, as if to accept her, and Marei just stared at her and accepted the large amount of money she handed over.
“That… I think you gave me too much money…”
“Because I don’t know the price over there, um… The chocolate mousse her sister bought for her last time was okay, and the coffee cake was also very good… I think all the sweets were okay, but I want to try the fruit cake… Buy everything as soon as you have money! If you don’t have enough money, just buy whatever you want! I’ll give you a separate fee for your trouble!”
It was the opposite feeling to her in her class. She was a stiff, obedient, and cold person, but I thought she had this side as well. Come to think of it, when she recalled that when Illien bought her cake as her snack, she coveted even her own, she wondered if Icher’s true self would be this.
Illien said she was cute, and Idrien said she was cheeky and fussy, but for some reason, they seemed to be right. Marei stood at the checkout counter of a luxurious dessert shop he had never seen before at the urging of Ycher, who gently grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her from behind as if to go.
The counter was halfway low, and a dwarf was sitting there. She had more wrinkles and a longer beard than the dwarves she had seen at the musical instrument store last time. Marei couldn’t even make proper eye contact with her strong, thatched eyes, and she carefully held out the bundle of bills that Icher had given her on the table.
“That is… Give me all the cakes this money can buy.”
Marey didn’t know anything about dessert, and she was all female. No, she didn’t know what was good or bad because her older sisters who cared for her said it was a date and ordered them from place to place.
“You mean everything… ?”
As if embarrassed, the dwarf alternately looked at the bundle of banknotes and Marey on the counter. For some reason, he suddenly became embarrassed.
“…You’re a student you’ve never seen before, are you a freshman?”
“Ah, four… !”
The dwarf burst out laughing and gave a very long order to the other dwarves, who frantically started packing cakes and refreshments. The slightly apologetic look on his face made Marey think that he might not be a scary person.
“Are you running errands for the dark elf girl standing outside for a while?”
“That is… Oh no.”
He burst out laughing at Marey’s words. He didn’t seem angry. Instead, he let out a long sigh.
“If you are a student of Baltaire, you must be a student or acquaintance of that girl… They must think we are very bad people.”
And nothing was said. There were too many orders, so the awkward hour lasted for a very long time. The dwarf said nothing and pointed his finger out the window. Marey looked at where his fingertips were pointing.
“That craft store, the musical instrument store next to it, the handicraft store next to it, and the jewelry store next to this store. And all the shops run by the dwarves who entered this plaza. Those at a certain level must be looking at that child.”
The dwarf pointed out each shop one by one, and at the end he pointed to a black figure in the far window. Magic glass. As Marey muttered, the dwarf nodded his head, expensive. He added.
“I don’t think that girl is bad, but we all have our own circumstances. We’re monitoring each other, and we don’t know what will happen if the Dark Elves are carelessly brought in. You are a good boy.”
The old dwarf reached out and stroked Marey’s head with that large hand.
“Even if it’s annoying, come often instead of that child. After seeing him standing like that every week for about five years, I’m getting attached to him now. Hey, you damn pig playing inside, wrap the cake I made earlier and bring it to you! Give it to this good little girl!”
The Dwarf burst into a small laugh.
“It’s a gift for a good child. I can’t give it every time, but sometimes I’ll let you taste the cake made as a test.”
“It’s okay, I’ll pay for what you gave me.”
Although she was grateful for the dwarf’s kindness, Marey shook her head at Ravela’s instruction not to take anything from others. He smiled as if he was cute while making an unfamiliar expression.
“If an adult gives it to you, you should say thank you and receive it. Kids these days…”
The dwarf dug his tongue and forcibly held out a box of cakes to Marey. She let go of the box she was holding in the air without saying a word, and Marei reflexively grabbed the box of cakes before they fell.
“I give it to the lady because she has a pretty heart, so whether you throw it away or eat it, do it yourself.”
“Thank you… And that man…”
“Huh? Really? Hmm… I need to exercise a bit harder.”
Marey could only scratch his cheek at the sight of the dwarf bursting into laughter. She was not upset or embarrassed, as she was often mistaken for a girl.
“Come on, the packaging is over, so take it, youngster.”
When the dwarf finished speaking, a heavy sound of wheels was heard. When she turned her head, there were boxes the size of Marey’s height piled up. No, it might be accurate to say that she was contained. Her portion was so large that I felt overwhelmed by the amount of cake in her large iron basket on wheels.
“Come back to me later. No, you can have that girl send someone back. Let’s bother you going back and forth.”
As the dwarf said that, he turned his back as if he would not speak any more. Marey was called an iron basket, or cart. Grabbing the cart that she sometimes sees in Walter, she cautiously left her shop.
“Tell me I’m sorry.”
A dwarf’s voice came from behind her. Instead of answering, Marei pushed her cart and she went to the place where Icher was.
“And… No worries for a week! Illien’s older sister buys me one box because it’s annoying! Thank you so much! Really!”
Seeing the mountain of cake boxes brought by Marey, Ischer clapped and liked it. No, wait.
“A week… ? This amount?”
“Um… That, if you save a little more… 10 days… ?”
Marey looked at Ycher with a puzzled look as she looked at the amount that would take a little more than a week, even if she rushed to all the pets in the house, even Labella, and ate cake for every meal. She answered casually.
“Because I don’t gain weight… You can continue to eat while studying. Illien gets angry if I tell her, so is this a secret? Oh, that’s right, you have to pay for errands…”
“Are you okay. Sister, I also received a present.”
Marey lightly shook the gift the dwarf man had given him.
“No, but… Hmm… Then I stole the good tea from Illien’s sister’s house, and I’ll serve it. Follow me.”
Itcher casually invited her little boy to her house, humming her snort and pushing her cart. Inside her dark robe, she seemed to be smiling for some reason.
