Chapter 848 – Sunday of Week 8 (1)
When I opened my eyes in the morning, Ifrit was learning how to perform fellatio from Labella. Marei started her Sunday morning pleasantly by watching Labella demonstrate and Ifrit clumsily copying it a few times.
Marey hurriedly walked to Icher’s house, which he had planned to visit around noon. The last time she was at the dwarven pastry chef’s shop, she told him that the cakes she had bought in large quantities were about to expire, and that black magic was difficult, so she couldn’t turn down Icher’s offer to help her study for the exam.
She passed the exam second to none, and was always well-off when she came to Valther, but in the villages around the wall, she lived a little starving, so Marei, whose appetite was stronger than expected, could not refuse dessert time with her beautiful dark elf sister.
“Sister Icher?”
Although she was wondering if she had come too early, Marei knocked on the door of the small house where Icher lived.
As she had not heard from her for a while, Marei knocked on her door, wondering if she had gone out, and was about to leave.
“Someone since dawn…? What, no one…?”
Icher, who seemed to have just woken up, her head pressed down on one side and her eyes barely open, opened her door and looked around her before lowering her head and spotting Marey.
-Bang!
And then it closed right away.
“…Sister Icher?”
“Oh, just five minutes. “Just wait five minutes!”
An urgent voice was heard beyond the door. Marei blinked her eyes, not knowing what was happening.
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“It’s rude to be late for an appointment, but it’s also rude to come too early.”
Five minutes. No, those were the words that Icher, who had washed up cleanly after noticing what had happened in less than five minutes, spoke first when he saw Marey waiting for him.
“Especially women. There’s a lot to prepare. Second?”
If she hadn’t been Illien and Idrien’s disciple, she would have been severely scolded. No, if he hadn’t looked so cute, she would have nagged him for a long time.
Still, since he was still a young child at an age where he didn’t know much about this and that, Icher tried to say something in the way of moderate admonition.
“I’m sorry, I miss Icher.”
Iche Le answered as if she were a little angry, but the corner of her mouth twitched as if she couldn’t hide it.
“Tsk… ! I really… “Don’t do that next time.”
Icher was about to say something, but when she saw the boy’s bright face smiling at her, she made a groaning noise and cleared her throat slightly. Who can curse when you say something like that with a face like that? She was mortal.
Marei, who entered Icher’s house, looked around in wonder at her house, which was all organized and organized differently than before.
“It’s very neat, isn’t it?”
“It was originally clean, last time… “It’s because I’m a little busy, Joe.”
Even though I cleaned all day yesterday, there were still some places that weren’t cleaned as well. Icher watched her to see if Marei would notice, and she straightened her back while sitting on her sofa as if nothing had happened.
Should I bring up the exam story? Icher’s yellow eyes carefully scanned the young boy’s eyes. The dark elf teacher, unable to properly look at the black eyes staring at him, coughs slightly and thinks carefully about what to talk about before getting his words out with difficulty.
“Hmm, did you eat breakfast?”
It was strange to eat while leaving her child still, and Icher cried, wondering if she should starve.
“Yes? “I haven’t eaten yet.”
“Illien won’t take care of you?”
As Icher remembers, the boy had a mother at home and twin sisters who were no different from his own sisters. She asked back, thinking that even if Idrien didn’t know, the remaining two people wouldn’t have starved her child.
“Professor Idrien was on duty today, and he went to the governor’s office with Professor Idrien.”
“To the Duke of Pawen?”
“His Highness Celestine is here. Ah, Her Majesty Celestine is an elf princess…”
“I know, that… “A little boy has arrived.”
Icher also let out a short sigh as if he knew Celestine Aribal.
“Princess…”
“…I just happened to skip breakfast, so I guess I could make yours while I’m at it.”
She then started talking about something else, as if she didn’t want to talk about the princess.
“Have you eaten yet?”
“I usually skip breakfast. “Thanks to you for coming, I have to eat.”
Icher got up from his seat as if he was being chased and headed to the kitchen. Marei couldn’t sit still, so she chased after her dark elf teacher.
“Stay still because the oil will splatter. Bacon, eggs, bread. Are you fine?”
“Ah, four!”
“Sit at the table.”
Seeing the boy sitting behind her and looking at her, her hands trembled strangely, unlike usual, and Icher missed about twice while taking out her eggs. She took a small, deep breath as she looked at the cooking oil making a sizzling sound.
Why is she nervous even though she is preparing a meal for a young child? Icher glanced behind her and saw Marei staring at her and turned her head.
Could it be that her eyes met? Why does she keep staring. It’s just a simple breakfast, but why are they looking so expectant? She looked at the frying pan, trying to suppress her ever-increasing thoughts.
“Oh!?”
It felt a little burnt, so when I put it on the plate in a hurry, the egg yolk exploded, and a strange hybrid that was not scrambled eggs was created.
“Sister Icher?”
“Oh, no! Nothing!”
No, what is it? It’s all ruined. Icher looked at the messy mixture of pecans and eggs on his plate, thinking that if he took out new ingredients, Marey would find out that he had failed.
Even though I’m not usually good at cooking, it wasn’t so messy that I made it every once in a while. Why on a day like today…
“Professor Icher, may I help you?”
“Ah, it’s done. That’s it! “Sit still!”
After thinking for a moment about what to do with this, Icher seemed to think of a good excuse, smiled brightly, and placed the messy bacon and egg mixture down in front of Marey and himself respectively.
“Thank you, I will eat well.”
“Huh… ?”
Seeing the boy smiling without thinking even after seeing the messed up food, Icher unconsciously expressed his doubts.
“What’s going on?”
“No, just… “Enjoy your meal.”
Although it was a combination that couldn’t possibly be delicious, Icher started eating breakfast as if he was taken aback by the sight of the boy eating well even the combination of eggs and bacon, which was a bit repulsive just by looking at it.
Are you being considerate of yourself? Unlike his appearance, he looks more mature. With that thought in mind, Icher continued eating comfortably, feeling a mixture of shame and subtle joy.
Of course, the young boy was good at eating anything given to him, so he ate it without saying anything because he thought it was a new dish he didn’t know about.
“Does it taste okay? “You’re better than Idrien, right?”
“Yes…”
Icher let out a small laugh at the sight of the young boy dragging out the end of his words.
“What does Idriene usually do?”
“A little bit of salad… I often make things like egg sandwiches. Thank you for putting in so many things. “I tend to enjoy it.”
Salads are cumbersome, so I made them in moderation, but a sandwich is something that a person who only cares about himself prepares for others?
Icher wondered if what he was hearing was a lie, but he had no choice but to believe it, knowing that this cutie, no kid, would have any reason to lie to him.
Then wouldn’t you be making it better than what I’ve done now?
“…I’m actually a pretty good cook.”
“Ah yes. Okay?”
“Jo, if you give it a little effort, you can make it really well!”
“Ah yes…”
Marei could only nod her head hesitantly as Ichere suddenly tried to appeal to her that she was good at cooking.
At home, under Labella’s supervision, she always eats a slightly bland breakfast for breakfast, saying she eats a healthy diet, but the salty taste of bacon and eggs made with eggs suits Marey’s taste very well.
“Really?! “Make it now, I can give it to you!”
“I believe it, Sister Icher. It’s still really delicious. “I wish I could eat like this every day.”
Marey spoke casually while biting into a piece of toast.
“Everyday… Every day… Umm… Joe, take a moment to think about it…”
“Yes?”
“…Nothing.”
Icher wrapped the lumpy eggs and bacon he had made on toast and chewed them down.
“After I finish eating, I’m going to start studying. “I’m very prepared.”
Icher grumbled and nervously shoved the toast into his mouth. Why am I paying so much attention to every single thing a child says? It seemed like it was because she was a disciple of Illien’s older sister.
This is how Icher concluded her various thoughts about the boy she was struggling with.
