Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

Since about yesterday, the back of my head hurts dull as if I remembered from time to time.

There are no other symptoms, such as fever or tenderness, and there is no loss of appetite.

It's not as painful as being unable to work, and besides being a little more likely to interrupt your concentration, there's no obstacle. It wasn't even enough to call it unwell.

We train every day and annihilate demons that appear irregularly… alone, of course, the operation of the fort does not stand.

Hygiene management for maintenance and repair of buildings and equipment. Determination of the number of replenishments of food and consumables. Management of crew time and attendance and payment of salaries. If you are to hold a position, the paperwork you need is like a mountain.

I just finished writing the paperwork for my budget application for a sudden repair, and I put my pen down to give it a break.

At the end of the blurry gaze, there was a lunch placed at the reception table.

The meals are always brought to the office by Honina.

I cleaned up the job to the good part of Kiri and left it aside. It wasn't once or twice that she found me looking sinister when she came to brew tea that was completely cool.

Is it your sense of responsibility as a caretaker or the original nature of Hanina that you don't forget the novel every time?

I don't hate getting the kind of attention I give my kids, which is odd, but I don't think I need to hear it today.

After taking a meal to pour in, the headache improved somewhat if I took an analgesic.

An irregular diet during short sleeps, working from morning to night. Plus I haven't been out much lately either.

I understood best that it was a way of working that could destroy my body, no matter who told me.

But right now, without the captain, there's no way to be somewhat impotent about filling that hole.

The head of the user will know about it, but is it at least the pity of sending Honina or, conversely, the carrot hanging?

Either way, the current situation doesn't seem to have any effect other than increased stress on Hanina.

I'm not a simple idiot who can talk about falling in love with her weakness, or working faster to encourage time with her.

If I were such a person, the captain wouldn't choose me as his immediate platoon captain in the first place.

As an assistant to the captain, it is a little heavy to be brought to a final decision in a body that is only good at compensating for the captain's bad numbers and other parts.

But more than I've been entrusted with, I just want to maintain the fort with no major problems until the captain's return.

That's not a sense of responsibility, not loyalty to the captain, etc., simply because your pride doesn't allow it.

So I couldn't turn up the sound with about a headache.

After noon, Hanina, who came to brew tea, blinked her eyes when she saw the empty dishes on the table.

"You had a decent day, didn't you?"

I say it unexpectedly while gently placing a cup by the desk to keep it out of the way of work.

It wouldn't be my fault that a little relief is hidden in that voice and expression.

She's really sweet (...) to not forget to care for even the people she doesn't like.

"I'm sorry you couldn't say a word."

"I'm not saying it because I want to! I apologize to the people who made it so they wouldn't eat it while it was warm, and I think a good meal would be a great way to change your mood."

"I think if Hanina ate with me, it would feel better. Are you willing to contribute to my motivation?

"Shit, meals are breaks......!

I don't want to be with you until the break, he said. Only that this is a job.

Drawing a clear line would be unconscious if you tried it on Hanina.

Though, of course, I know a hundred things about nothing but work. Even though it doesn't hurt that much now.

I got a little tired because I was tired.

"Well, if Hanina was in front of you, would you rather have that over a meal? I'm gonna give up because I can't help it."

"Yes, there he is... Huh!

If she smiles deliberately, Honina loses her words and makes her mouth pound.

I didn't say cheek, I didn't say face, but it looks deliciously colored to my neck.

Honina's white skin cannot hide her agitation or shame.

"This is how bright red you get, you really are a child. Cute place like that, but don't worry about being eaten by a bad wolf."

Hands stretched out to her cheeks as she sat can be avoided lightly.

From shame or anger, Honina shuddered little by little and stared back.

Bad wolves would be you, but you look like shit.

My words will never reach Hanina straight.

That's the result of my past words and actions, which I should have wanted myself to do.

Lately, why.

Sometimes sexually irritating.

"All men are wolves, 'cause I think I've said something similar before. A man is the creature who keeps bad wolves and good wolves together."

"Are you trying to tell me that Mr. Malachile does, too?

"Come on? I guess that depends on Hanina."

"What do you mean"

Well, I don't know what that means.

It's a rare question for me to always calculate what kind of words I choose to have the impact I want on them.

Shall I blame the duller thinking of movement than usual for the headache that hasn't healed?

"If you want to overcome a man, why don't you get used to me first?

"Get used to it, ru...?

"Honina's not scared of men, she's scared because she doesn't know. So you just need to know the man on me."

Well, I guess I can't.

And I sneak up in my heart.

I'm scared because I don't know, what a trick. At a time when I don't want to know, I'm sure I'm already not good at it.

And if there was a desire to know.

The need for a "man to try” to be me is nowhere.

…………

But the words of rejection I expected never came out of Hanina's mouth, and it was a long silence that returned.

"Honina?"

Speaking up, Hanina stares down at me without a trace of movement.

I was secretly upset, although of course I never put it on my face.

- For the first time, I couldn't read what she was thinking.

"Then if I try to find out, will Mr. Malachile teach me?

Apparently, Hanina took the word 'know a man' to par.

Of course, it doesn't include the meaning of needing in-depth reading, but if you overreacted, that would have been fun.

"Fine, I'll tell you anything. If Hanina doesn't get away with it."

Unable to grasp the intent of the question, the spare grin answers without breaking.

Just because the atmosphere is different somewhere, Honina is the same Honina.

Interesting reaction, teasing, cute cute ole prey (little rabbit).

A little protrusion would make your face bright red again and try to escape.

Yes, I thought so.

"... what are you doing"

Unconcealable agitation plunged my voice.

"You're soft."

"I'm not answering that."

Honina's white and delicate hands touch my hair.

When I think I stroked the surface slowly, I try to pinch it with my fingers and pull it gently.

It doesn't hurt, but I don't feel reluctant.

It's like a childlike gesture that touches a doll in your hand for the first time to make sure.

Thoughts are disturbed even though colour does not include as much as dew.

The sigh I tried to throw up also disappeared in my mouth.

"I had a cool image of a man's hair, because I thought Mr. Malachile's hair seemed soft from before."

Honina's actions and remarks were incomprehensible.

In an attempt to read the context, I think back to earlier interactions with a badly moving blunt head.

And I get to one idea that no way......

Indeed, I said, 'You only have to know the man by me'.

I told you, though.

"... the first thing I want to know is hair texture?

"Was it weird...?

"Weird..."

No, of course I think Hanina's weird. I don't deny it there.

But... what's weirder than her is me.

Thoughts don't come together well. My emotions are messed up.

Calm down, I just told myself, it didn't work at all.

Even I could have dealt with the big demon more calmly when I was in front of him.

It even makes me feel like I want to get out of this place right now, to a situation I don't always have.

'Cause for the first time, yeah.

For the first time, a hand was reached out from Hanina.

Hands paid, bodies pushed back, and all the plumage she's ever given me has been nothing but a rejection of me.

My hair being touched, I felt like every single one of them was screaming.

What a name to name the swelling fever that spreads throughout your body.

I don't know anything like this.

"You can step back now. I'll go get my own dinner when I get a break."

He grabs the hand that was touching his hair and stops, and manages to tell him just that.

Right now, I'd rather not be around any more.

Somehow, I had a feeling about that.

"No, because my best job right now is as Mr. Malachile's guide."

"It's not suddenly reopening too much...?

Currently, I represent the chief officer of the fort, whose authority is higher than that of the head of use.

By yesterday, Hanina would have followed my decision quietly because she felt responsible for her work.

But now she's turning her sparkling, motivated eyes straight.

It's a little like the glance that held my initial favor when I met him, which is just dazzling.

"He said if I was turning away, I wouldn't know the whole time. If you don't know, you just have to try to find out. That's obvious, I just realized."

Always, his eyes stared weakly at me.

Deep, gentle dark color eyes everywhere, healing and enveloping people.

Now, as fascinated by the shining stars there, I couldn't turn a blind eye.

"If you're willing to tell Mr. Malachile, I'll take it and stand. Thank you again from now on!

On Hanina's hand, which she remained grasping, she is held back in reverse.

In a soft plush, I felt the illusion that every heart was gripped.

A pure little rabbit came onto the plate himself.

A spirit that is genuine, nowhere bent, and dangerously healthy.

It's like I want to keep that beautiful heart, like I want to get it dirty, like I want to protect it whole. I lowered the name tag 'Love' to shapeless emotions and enjoyed it as if it were puppet play.

Although.

'When you realize it, you're giving away the right of initiative just like that, love is. Milt, do you really have the lead right now?

Just a few months ago, Lett's words.

In my brain, he laughs it's fun.

Look, I'm not telling you, with my face or anything.

"... here we go"

What have you been so into?

I whine so, not sure myself.

Now I don't know if I'm holding it anymore or if she's holding it.

That's not just about the hands... I've always thought I had them, and the lead.

I have a different headache than my physical condition.

Painful medicines with strange sweetness will surely not be present anywhere.