Chapter 160 – Memories of First Love
“Kadrash, who is Helen?”
It was Ozma who asked first.
And, wondering if the others were also curious, they looked at my face.
I looked at my father, who said something useless, with resentful eyes, but my father turned his head away as if he hadn’t seen him.
It must have been revenge for me bringing up the subject of my age.
“It’s just a childhood friend I’ve known since I was young. Since I left for the capital with Master, I naturally lost sight of him. I thought he got married when he was 20 and left the village, but I don’t know what happened.”
“Yes?”
Ozma listened to my explanation and nodded her head to see if she understood, but Dorothea was still looking at her suspiciously.
“Why are you again?”
“No, it looks like a face that still has lingering lingering feelings to me.”
“It’s not like that.”
There is a saying that all men can’t forget their first love, but it wasn’t.
In the first place, the last time I met Helen was 10 years ago.
It is said that even mountains and rivers change in 10 years, but to be honest, even my face is blurred.
I haven’t seen her since she got married and left her village.
It was all the more unexpected that he had returned to his hometown, as he had only heard rumors about how he was living.
And sorry for Helen, these guys are much prettier.
Helen was also pretty for her country girl, but the women in my house looked world class.
I stroked Dorothea’s head, who had a grumpy face, and left the house after telling her father and stepmother that I would come again tomorrow.
***
The next morning.
After spending the night at the only inn in town, I got out of bed with a dazed expression.
It feels like my memory has been erased in the middle of something.
It seems like she said pour and drink while talking about her old days with Timmy, whom she hadn’t seen in a while, but I couldn’t remember what happened after that.
I grabbed the kettle by the bed, gulped down some water, and looked around.
Dorothea and Ozma were rolling on the floor with bottles in their arms.
The other three, Vanessa, Camilla, and Sophia, seem to share a different room than us.
As I was scratching my tousled hair and picking up a pair of loose-fitting pants, someone knocked on the door outside the hallway.
Smart!
“Are you awake, Master?”
It was the voice of Sophia, a former hero and the current Perfect Maid No. 2.
“Oh, you can come in.”
Click!
Immediately after, she opened the door and entered the room.
“Breakfast is ready, the head maid’s message is to come down to the first floor.”
“Yes?”
I finished buttoning my shirt and looked at the two people rolling across the floor.
“I think these two are wrong.”
I lifted Dorothea from my feet into the arms of the princess.
Then, Sofia, who was watching from the side, lifted Ozma into the arms of the princess, just like me.
I put Dorothea on the bed first, and Sophia put Ozma next to it.
Dorothea and Ozma naturally sleep on the same bed.
The two of them hugged each other as they felt the warmth next to them.
Considering that the two of them usually look at each other like a dog and a chicken, it was a rare sight indeed.
“Ugh…”
I laughed heartily as I watched Dorothea bury her face in Ozma’s voluptuous breasts and asked Sophia to leave.
Then Sophia glanced at the two lying on the bed and asked me.
“Won’t you two be surprised when you wake up?”
I replied with a shrug of my shoulders.
“I did it because I wanted to see it.”
***
When I came down to the first floor, the rest of the people I couldn’t see in the room were sitting around a table.
Unlike Dorothea and Ozma, who are lazy outside of work, Vanessa and Camilla are usually diligent.
“Here!”
Vanessa spotted me and waved her hand, and Camilla greeted her with a slight bow of her head as her eyes met.
I sat down in the middle of the two.
And with Sophia sitting across from me, the table for four fills up.
Right after, Timmy and Timmy’s wife came out of the kitchen with both hands full of food.
“Woke up?”
“Uh.”
I answered Timmy’s question with a light yawn, then looked down at the food on the table.
From pancakes to sausages, fried eggs, bacon, steaks, milk and bread.
I looked around and asked.
“Who is it? Who ordered a lot of meat this morning?”
Then Vanessa raised her hand and said.
“I made it.”
“Great job.”
“Lol.”
It’s a Vanessa-like choice that knows my taste very well.
Also meat for breakfast.
“Eat a lot. If it’s not enough, I’ll bring you more.”
“Thank you, Jesu. You’ve been working hard since morning.”
As I said that, she bowed her head, and Timmy’s wife, who had pre-paid for food and lodging, said, “That’s it, it’s nothing. Oh-ho-ho!” And waved her hand.
After breaking the egg yolk, I dipped the bacon into it and took a big bite with the bread.
“Five.”
Admiration that comes naturally.
“Where did you get this bacon from?”
Then Timmy proudly stuck out her chest and said.
“I made it. I make the best sausage and bacon around here, after all.”
I looked at Timmy with her new eyes.
I didn’t know I had this kind of talent when I was young, but it seems that everyone has one thing they are good at.
“So, Kaldrash, what are you planning to do today?”
I agonized over Timmy’s question while eating.
“I see. Since I met my father, I’m thinking of going to say hello to people I know.”
“Didn’t you say you were meeting Helen yesterday too? If you don’t know where to go, I’ll let you know.”
“What? Helen?”
I blinked at the name of my childhood friend who popped up again.
“Did I say that? When?”
“Don’t you remember? You told me yesterday that you were going to see Helen.”
“…”
This is why overeating seems to be a taboo.
“Kaldrash-nim?”
“Kaldrash?”
I broke out in a cold sweat at the suspicious glances pouring from the left and right.
Timian, not knowing why, just tilted her head like a lingering fool.
***
“Here. We can go this way.”
“Okay, go slow.”
Even though Timmy didn’t need it, she volunteered to give her directions.
Unlike her father, she was helping with such pure intentions that she couldn’t even speak bitterly to him.
Helen was originally the daughter of our local general store.
The general store that the villagers called the Manmulsang is correct.
In general, most of the villagers are farmers, but Helen, born as the daughter of a merchant who made her own fortune, did not do any harsh farming work, so her skin was white, and she dressed up better than other children her age, so she was the first love of many boys.
But ironically, the only thing she cared about in me was because I was the only one with her other boys who were trying to get her favor somehow, and I was the only one who treated her with her coldness.
In fact, since her memories before her reincarnation remained in the form of knowledge, it was just that I had no reason to favor the rather pretty child among her little ones, but from her point of view, ‘Oh! It seems that I was accepted with the feeling, ‘You’re the first person to treat me like this!’
Thanks to this, we naturally became close after fighting each other, and the day before I left the village with Master, we exchanged first words at the village watermill.
In fact, considering that the value of a woman’s virginity is greater than that of a man’s virginity, she made a rather big decision from her own point of view.
After all, I was the one to leave town.
At any rate, I hadn’t seen Helen a few times since that day, and when she turned twenty, she got married to her merchant family in a nearby village, and I lost contact with her completely.
She had heard glimpses of her from her relatives, but she did not actively seek out.
It’s already over, because I thought it was ugly to have lingering feelings.
Anyway, it’s already been 10 years since we haven’t seen each other like that.
“Here. This is Helen’s house.”
I blinked as I saw Helen’s house completely different from what I remembered.
“Didn’t you originally live on the second floor of a general store?”
“That’s a story from when. After the owner died of old age there, he came out and lives separately.”
Looking up at the red brick house, I searched for old memories.
Come to think of it, Helen especially liked the color red.
Even at village festivals, she always wore a rose-colored dress.
“Then, I’ll be on my way. It’s been a while since we’ve both seen each other, so I can’t interrupt.”
Timmy said that with a smirk, then patted me on the shoulder and started going back the way he had come.
I glanced at Timmy’s trustworthy back for a moment, then turned her head back toward her red brick house.
Now that I’ve come this far, I feel like I’m afraid to meet Helen.
“Sup- hoo-“
Before knocking on the front door, I took a small deep breath to relieve tension, and then knocked lightly a couple of times.
“Yes, let’s go”
Then I heard a woman’s voice from inside the house, and I swallowed nervously.
Rattle!
“Yeah~ Who are you…?”
The woman who opened the door could not continue her words.
And it was the same for me.
“Helen?”
There is a saying that things change in 10 years, but she, who was my first love, has changed beyond recognition.
To describe today’s Helen in one word,
She was ‘a canteen lady with a warm impression’.
