Contract and the Demon King

It has been about six days since the black-haired youth stayed temporarily. ┌ *| ┐txt e-book download

Although it is said that the orphanage's expenditure has inevitably increased due to the addition of individuals, but it is not to an unbearable level.In addition, the black-haired youth who stayed temporarily will also help the work of the orphanage, which is also beneficial to the orphanage in general.

During these six days, the young man became familiar with the children in the orphanage, and the days continued as usual.

However, there was one thing that troubled Art.

"Mei, don't you have any impression?"

He was walking on the street because he needed to go out to buy ingredients. After hearing the question raised by his brother for the third time, Mei who was walking beside him silently shook his head.

"Really? You really don't have an impression?"

Obviously he already knew his sister's answer, but Art still couldn't help asking again.

Six days ago, Mei was stunned suddenly after seeing that person, but she didn't faint like herself.But when he asked her, May said she didn't know him.

Because she couldn't speak, Mei just shook her head at that time, but it was more than enough to express such a simple meaning.

Art was distracted by this thought in his head while walking and thinking, suddenly, a slender hand grabbed his hem.

It was Mei who held him back, and Yate realized that there was a thick wall standing in front of him.

[Brother is so strange. 】

Mei wrote in a cheap notebook with a pen.Then he turned the book to show his brother who almost hit the wall.

"Sorry. I was a little distracted just now.{

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【Are you thinking about Roland? 】

Arthur was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's useless to think about it now. People here don't know about copy eyes, so let's live in this world."

Although it's only been more than a year, the current him is completely different from the one he was when the village was burned down by Roland soldiers.Of course, this world also has its troubles, but compared to Roland, this place is like heaven.

Most importantly, no one sees May as a monster.

In this world without copy eyes, even Mei is the owner of copy eyes.People who hear it will probably just be a little sleepy and ask what is the copy eye.

For May, this is undoubtedly the best world.

【elder brother? 】

"It's okay, Mei. This time, I will definitely protect you."

........................

"Lost. Completely lost!"

The dejected girl lowered her head in frustration, making Yate who was standing next to her not know what to say.

"It's all right, Theresa. Theresa cooks delicious food, I know that very well! Isn't it, May?"

Mei, who was standing next to Art, nodded, but just when Art was going to cheer up the lost girl in such a vigorous way——

"Oh! This...why can it be so delicious!"

"Obviously, the ingredients used are only the ingredients Teresa usually uses!"

"This kind of craftsmanship is terrible. What if I can't eat it in the future?"

Such a voice came.

"Ugh..."

"Wow, Theresa is about to fall! What to do?"

[Get up and show Teresa the small notebook with the writing on it.

At this point when the girl couldn't recover temporarily, Art looked at the kitchen room.Due to limited space, the dining room and kitchen of the orphanage are connected together.Standing in Yate's position, it is easy to see the figure of the "chef" standing there.

To be honest, that's not enough to describe it as cooking.

The movement of shaking the iron pot is so proficient that it seems that it has been practiced for decades. The kitchen knife in his hand is waving cleanly, without any muddy water at all. Even the flowers carved out of carrots for decoration are So perfect, so beautiful that people can't bear to eat it.

With this hand alone, those restaurants in the city will probably go crazy to poach corners.It is impossible to connect the "chef" in front of him with the young man in his teens who asked him how to cut potatoes a few days ago.

It is said that there seem to be such people in other places. Just when Art thought so, the last dish was served.

"What kind of talent, is it limited to cooking skills? Or..."

The director of the orphan looked at the table in front of him as if he was thinking about some profound question, and at the same time ate at a speed that did not look like an old man.Art, who witnessed it, began to worry about the dean's body.

"Well. That's basically it. Yate, don't you eat it?"

After nodding his head as if confirming something, the black-haired young man turned his head to look in the direction where the three of Yate were standing.The food on the table is rapidly decreasing.If you don't do it again, you will probably only be hungry.

After the black-haired young man walked in, Teresa, who was about to turn ashes, instantly revived on the spot and became energetic.

"Why can I do so well! Can you teach me? Can you teach me! Please!"

"Uh, I just followed what was written in that book. Speaking of which, Teresa gave me that book, didn't I?"

It is true that all the dishes made by the other party were dishes that appeared in that book, but Teresa, who also regarded that cooking textbook as an enlightenment book, could not accept such an excuse at all.

"Liar, why is it so much worse if you follow the book!"

"Even if you say that..."

Genius, such a word came to the mind of Art standing next to him.Even so, it was the first time he had seen this kind of existence, which seemed like a cheating genius.

"Speaking of which, we should think of a name first, shouldn't we?"

For no reason, Art said.

"Well, although it is said to be amnesia, it is indeed time to think of a name."

"Let's call it steak!" This is the proposal of a little boy at the table who is wolfing down.

"How about calling it Ju Hua?" A little girl who likes Hua very much suggested.

"Just call the pot." This is Teresa's speech full of resentment.

"Everyone, be serious. By the way, do you have any good ideas for yourself?"

Considering that ideas like "chrysanthemums and pots" may really pass if they are not stopped, Yate said hastily.

"moon……"

"Eh?"

The black-haired youth who seemed to be thinking about something said calmly.

"If you call it, use this." (To be continued...)