Shaggy black hair. A small, sickly, skinny figure. He wears rags that cannot even be called clothes.
He is dressed like a slave, and although he does not look like the hero I am used to seeing in the game , I can tell at a glance that he is Arthur.
His eyes are different from the rest.
His eyes are different from the rest. They have an attraction that draws everyone to him, and his overwhelming brilliance is unlike anything anyone else can imitate.
I want to follow him, I want to support him. Even I, a self-proclaimed Crescencia lover, feel the same way.
Such a boy came into the room with a bowl of soup in his hand.
---We've never met before, so let's pretend I don't know him.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Me? I'm Arthur! You're that one, aren't you? You were with those big guys earlier, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
Heh. So you're an aristocrat, huh? Amazing. I've never seen them this close before. I'll brag about it to Liliana later!"
I froze at Arthur's words.
Liliana, huh?
The girl that Arthur was talking about was most certainly Liliana, one of the main heroines of the game .
She is Arthur's childhood friend.
It's not surprising to hear that name once coming to Ausstadt, is it?
"What's the matter? You're hungry? You want some of this soup?"
"No, I don't. -----"
'What the hell. master made a great soup. Come on, eat up."
''No way !"
Huh!?
Arjano made it!
I can't eat that! I'm sure there's something nasty baked in it!
I glared at the king of magic with a sideways glance, and he frowned at me, as if I was out of his mind.
"It's awful of you to doubt me."
"No, because..."
'I'm a very particular about my cooking, you know."
------
"Don't worry. I'm not going to ruin your food by mixing it with something else."
Oh, my God.
I don't want to eat it.
But I don't know what he'll do if I go against him here, and in any case, if Arjano gets serious, I'll have to eat.
"Come on, hurry up and eat it. I want you to tell me what you think of it.,
His eyes sparkle strangely, and for some reason I get the feeling that he even expects me to eat it.
Is he really just trying to get me to eat the food?
"Hey, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it."
"Arthur. I taught you not to take things that belong to others, didn't I?"
"Uh-uh. I'm sorry."
"What the hell is that?'
Why would a murderer who has already killed countless people have such a calm conversation as if it were a part of his daily life?
"Come on, come on, norwin, eat up. Hurry up and eat."
--- I have to sort through all this new information being thrust upon me in the world of darkness.
Oh well, there was nothing more I could do. I gave up and decided to accept the soup.
I looked into the bowl and saw that it was a perfectly normal soup, rather too simple and plain to serve by Arjano.
It was a dish filled with small pieces of meat and vegetables. The aroma was gentle and homey, not unlike Argiano's unrefined and unmannered atmosphere.
Ah, I don't want to eat it. But I can't go against Argiano here, and I'm hungry.
I'll just have to prepare some healing magic and spell-casting magic...
"Do you think I'm that doubtful?"
The magic is thwarted without a moment's thought. Arjano frowned slightly.
---Uh, he tried to kill me, didn't he?
Considering the risk of mentioning the fact in front of Arthur, he conveys his dissatisfaction with a mouthful.
Then,
'Well, dear, you saved me in the end, so why not?
Arjano's voice echoed directly into my brain.
What the hell! Is it a new spell?
Yes, it is. Yeah, it's selfish, but I used magic to match our wavelengths so that we can talk anytime regardless of time, place, or distance.
No, don't be ridiculous! We're enemies!
Haha, see, that's the thing about being flexible. I'm not going to be able to do that. And as an apology for almost killing you, I cast a spell that will save you from being mortally wounded just this once.
Is that the same one as Cassandra's? Don't play the fool. You're using another man's life as a stepping stone..."
That was modern sorcery. The thing I just applied to you was magic. It's not life or anything heavy like that, so don't worry.
'Sorcery? Hey, what's witchcraft and magic?"
'Hey, why are you two just looking at each other?'
The two of us were looking at each other silently.
It's certainly strange for two people to stare at each other in silence.
'No, nothing. I'll eat. Just eat it, right?"
'You're so sarcastic at every turn, aren't you?"
'You're so annoying."
I gave up and put the soup in my mouth while Arthur was giving me more of a headache.
First of all, you should take a small amount and see how it feels in the mouth without swallowing it.
"How do you like my food?"
Delicious.
How should I put it, it doesn't taste special or luxurious or anything like that.
But the simple taste is delicious and nostalgic---nostalgic?
No, no, no way.
This is the first time I've eaten Arjano's food.
I wonder. Oh, recently there have been a lot of aristocratic, high-class dishes, so it's been a long time since I've had a taste of the common folk's food.
'What can I say, it's a very sweet taste."
"I see. . Ha ha ha ha ha."
Arjano laughs happily.
He looks happy.
''I see. Is that so? Yeah, if that's how you see it, then I suppose it is.
From here on out, I shouldn't let Arthur overhear. After switching back to the inner dialogue in my mind, I tell Arjano the rest of the conversation.
'What do you want?'
'Hmm? What do you mean?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you could have done it anytime you wanted. but you didn't. Instead, you saved me and did this. I don't know what you want.'
"That's what you want to know.'
"Well, okay.
'I'll tell you, but I need your help with one thing before I do that."
A price in exchange. Well, okay. I'm not going to say no to you anyway, given our respective power relationships.
"What do you want me to do?'
"Hmm? Well, yes. Ha-ha-ha. You might laugh."
"Don't be ridiculous. I want you to tell me."
'Okay, then. I'd like you to help me with my restaurant."
---Huh?
️
An hour later, Arjano (the woman) and I were in a restaurant on the main street.
I was working with Arjano (as a woman) to run a restaurant on the main street.
Shaggy black hair. A small, sickly, skinny figure. He wears rags that cannot even be called clothes.
He is dressed like a slave, and although he does not look like the hero I am used to seeing in the game , I can tell at a glance that he is Arthur.
His eyes are different from the rest.
His eyes are different from the rest. They have an attraction that draws everyone to him, and his overwhelming brilliance is unlike anything anyone else can imitate.
I want to follow him, I want to support him. Even I, a self-proclaimed Crescencia lover, feel the same way.
Such a boy came into the room with a bowl of soup in his hand.
---We've never met before, so let's pretend I don't know him.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Me? I'm Arthur! You're that one, aren't you? You were with those big guys earlier, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
Heh. So you're an aristocrat, huh? Amazing. I've never seen them this close before. I'll brag about it to Liliana later!"
I froze at Arthur's words.
Liliana, huh?
The girl that Arthur was talking about was most certainly Liliana, one of the main heroines of the game .
She is Arthur's childhood friend.
It's not surprising to hear that name once coming to Ausstadt, is it?
"What's the matter? You're hungry? You want some of this soup?"
"No, I don't. -----"
'What the hell. master made a great soup. Come on, eat up."
''No way !"
Huh!?
Arjano made it!
I can't eat that! I'm sure there's something nasty baked in it!
I glared at the king of magic with a sideways glance, and he frowned at me, as if I was out of his mind.
"It's awful of you to doubt me."
"No, because..."
'I'm a very particular about my cooking, you know."
------
"Don't worry. I'm not going to ruin your food by mixing it with something else."
Oh, my God.
I don't want to eat it.
But I don't know what he'll do if I go against him here, and in any case, if Arjano gets serious, I'll have to eat.
"Come on, hurry up and eat it. I want you to tell me what you think of it.,
His eyes sparkle strangely, and for some reason I get the feeling that he even expects me to eat it.
Is he really just trying to get me to eat the food?
"Hey, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it."
"Arthur. I taught you not to take things that belong to others, didn't I?"
"Uh-uh. I'm sorry."
"What the hell is that?'
Why would a murderer who has already killed countless people have such a calm conversation as if it were a part of his daily life?
"Come on, come on, norwin, eat up. Hurry up and eat."
--- I have to sort through all this new information being thrust upon me in the world of darkness.
Oh well, there was nothing more I could do. I gave up and decided to accept the soup.
I looked into the bowl and saw that it was a perfectly normal soup, rather too simple and plain to serve by Arjano.
It was a dish filled with small pieces of meat and vegetables. The aroma was gentle and homey, not unlike Argiano's unrefined and unmannered atmosphere.
Ah, I don't want to eat it. But I can't go against Argiano here, and I'm hungry.
I'll just have to prepare some healing magic and spell-casting magic...
"Do you think I'm that doubtful?"
The magic is thwarted without a moment's thought. Arjano frowned slightly.
---Uh, he tried to kill me, didn't he?
Considering the risk of mentioning the fact in front of Arthur, he conveys his dissatisfaction with a mouthful.
Then,
'Well, dear, you saved me in the end, so why not?
Arjano's voice echoed directly into my brain.
What the hell! Is it a new spell?
Yes, it is. Yeah, it's selfish, but I used magic to match our wavelengths so that we can talk anytime regardless of time, place, or distance.
No, don't be ridiculous! We're enemies!
Haha, see, that's the thing about being flexible. I'm not going to be able to do that. And as an apology for almost killing you, I cast a spell that will save you from being mortally wounded just this once.
Is that the same one as Cassandra's? Don't play the fool. You're using another man's life as a stepping stone..."
That was modern sorcery. The thing I just applied to you was magic. It's not life or anything heavy like that, so don't worry.
'Sorcery? Hey, what's witchcraft and magic?"
'Hey, why are you two just looking at each other?'
The two of us were looking at each other silently.
It's certainly strange for two people to stare at each other in silence.
'No, nothing. I'll eat. Just eat it, right?"
'You're so sarcastic at every turn, aren't you?"
'You're so annoying."
I gave up and put the soup in my mouth while Arthur was giving me more of a headache.
First of all, you should take a small amount and see how it feels in the mouth without swallowing it.
"How do you like my food?"
Delicious.
How should I put it, it doesn't taste special or luxurious or anything like that.
But the simple taste is delicious and nostalgic---nostalgic?
No, no, no way.
This is the first time I've eaten Arjano's food.
I wonder. Oh, recently there have been a lot of aristocratic, high-class dishes, so it's been a long time since I've had a taste of the common folk's food.
'What can I say, it's a very sweet taste."
"I see. . Ha ha ha ha ha."
Arjano laughs happily.
He looks happy.
''I see. Is that so? Yeah, if that's how you see it, then I suppose it is.
From here on out, I shouldn't let Arthur overhear. After switching back to the inner dialogue in my mind, I tell Arjano the rest of the conversation.
'What do you want?'
'Hmm? What do you mean?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you could have done it anytime you wanted. but you didn't. Instead, you saved me and did this. I don't know what you want.'
"That's what you want to know.'
"Well, okay.
'I'll tell you, but I need your help with one thing before I do that."
A price in exchange. Well, okay. I'm not going to say no to you anyway, given our respective power relationships.
"What do you want me to do?'
"Hmm? Well, yes. Ha-ha-ha. You might laugh."
"Don't be ridiculous. I want you to tell me."
'Okay, then. I'd like you to help me with my restaurant."
---Huh?
️
An hour later, Arjano (the woman) and I were in a restaurant on the main street.
I was working with Arjano (as a woman) to run a restaurant on the main street.
