Living as an Unemployed in Another World

130 – 5. Witch Moon (6)

5. Witch’s Month – Old Dreams (6)

After the strange cohabitation with the witch began, my daily life was truly a series of surprises. There was an endless amount of things to say, but to sum it up, it was like that.

First of all, she basically showed up at the restaurant twice a day, and the times were always random. She came in the morning, sometimes in the evening, sometimes at lunch and sometimes at dawn. In any case, her meal must have been twice.

I was told to do whatever I wanted, but the first few days I was still very nervous not to offend her, so I spent the whole day in the restaurant, anxious about when she would come. We ate and slept there. I couldn’t even dream of taking a bath, and I didn’t even know where the bathroom was in the first place, so I went to the forest to solve it.

It was exactly the 6th day that I got my own room. To be precise, it was around the time when I smelled the peculiar smell of a person who hadn’t washed it. She murmured in a low voice, realizing that until now she hadn’t washed or walked around her mansion when he wasn’t visiting.

“…… By taking care of it, I meant taking care of it.”

What do you mean by that? Inwardly, I wanted to argue, but once I got my hands on the soft bed, I just lowered my head in ecstasy. The witch looked at me as if she had brought in a troublesome pet. That’s how I regained a life where I can wash every day.

By the way, there were only trees all around, let alone rivers or valleys, but for some reason, clean water was pouring from all the taps in the mansion. I don’t know where the replacement water is coming from. When I tried it, it was plain water with high purity that probably did not conduct electricity.

I didn’t say anything after that, but when she wanted my food, she didn’t pop up at the restaurant like before, she just cracked open the door. Then I slowly opened my eyes without even the tiredness typical of a person who had just woken up. Now that I think about it, that must have been a kind of magic. Anyway, I started exploring the mansion ‘on my own’, except for serving her meals as she ordered.

The mansion really resembled the pre-modern Western style I knew, and there were a lot of empty rooms that had no use. Just that there were bookshelves in almost every room, and some were empty, but some were strewn with unidentified thick books and torn papers. There was also a place where letters inscribed in blood were scattered on one side of the wall.

There were some places that were locked and others that were open, so after figuring out that it was the ‘activity radius’ that the witch had allowed me to do, I didn’t bother to open the locked places. Because of this, we continued to explore only the things in the open room. Of course it wasn’t smooth. It’s because I didn’t know the characters of this world at all.

Of course, judging from the format, paragraphs, and appearance of the books, I was able to figure out that most of the books in the mansion were some kind of research books or journals, and that many people lived here before, but I couldn’t read the writing at all, so it was crazy. . I cut out all the syllables in my own way and figured out the regularity, but if someone doesn’t teach me how to read it, I’m helpless. After she put her finger on my head, I could understand the spoken language for some reason, but I was still at a loss for text.

The frustrating daily life continued, but there was definitely a harvest. It’s about witches. I didn’t have much time to get to know her, as my only contact with her was twice a day, but combining the conclusions I’ve reached about her mansion and my observations of her made me realize a few things. A hypothesis close to .

First of all, she doesn’t need a meal. It was almost certain she hadn’t eaten before I packed her meal. It was clear that she was looking for me twice a day, not because she needed nourishment, but because she had awakened to a new taste. Is such a thing possible? She did and did not question it. After all, she was a witch.

Secondly, she never changes her clothes. She watched carefully to see if there were other clothes of the same design, but she always walked around wearing only one thin piece of clothing that clung to her body. But she always had a pleasant smell that was characteristic of her body. Maybe she doesn’t even need a bath. Combined with her first hypothesis, it follows that she is ignoring most of the elements necessary for survival.

Finally…… Her body. After constantly touring the mansion, I discovered that it was ‘built’ for just one person, not for a large family or a specific family. This is because almost all the rooms have the same size without any difference in standard, except for the large closed door, which is probably the witch’s room. There was no distinction between servants, butlers, maids, servants, and nobles, and the ranks of all places were equal except for one.

And that one is probably a witch. Considering all the books in her mansion, it was clear that originally this was a place where she reigned over countless people…… I’ve never run into anyone other than myself while I’ve been walking around here.

What I can infer is that probably everyone who lived in the mansion either ‘left’ or ‘died’. And either way, it wasn’t impossible considering the magic she showed me. At first glance, he looks like he’s in his late twenties, but he may actually be thousands of years old. The outside view also makes sense if you go against the time.

When the question reached that point and the accident stopped due to lack of information before long, I…… After all, it dawned on her that she must know something about her, her mansion, and this world. I never intended to live here as an insectivore for the rest of my life, being treated like cooking utensils. In the original world, I wasn’t the kind of person to be treated like this. It may sound arrogant, but it is almost true.

But how? The only way I could learn about this world was by asking the witch, the only person in the mansion, to teach me. The only problem was that there was no justification. I already cook for you, so I eat with the leftover ingredients and live in the mansion to survive. What do you have to bet on to ask for something extra in a relationship like that? That day, too, I was desperately shaking my head as I watched him finish his meal in a hurry.

And then, as usual, she pulled out of her chair and got up…… I mustered up her courage to speak to her.

“Me. The meal is not over yet.”

“…… ?”

“Because I prepared dessert.”

Then I cooled the sugar and milk appropriately, and served a crude smoothie made by crushing cookies in a glass of water. She now took any food I gave her and put it in her mouth without question. This time, too, she widened her always squinting eyes, and I thought this was an opportunity and quickly opened her mouth.

“I’m sorry, but can I ask for one?”

“What?”

“Well, thanks to what you did to me on the first day, I can understand the language, but there are still many things I don’t know. Is there a book to learn letters or something like that?”

“…… I don’t have it.”

The witch said calmly. I guess so. I wasn’t expecting it either. Then maybe…… ? I sighed a little with some anticipation. Wouldn’t it be a good idea to quickly use that magic or something to cast it again? Then she looked at me and said.

“Why?”

“… ….”

I know I shouldn’t show embarrassment, but I kept my mouth shut for a moment. That’s right, right now I literally exist only for her ‘gustatory pleasure’. It means she doesn’t have to do anything extra for me, since just keeping her alive is enough. I mean, who knows if he can manipulate me as he wants with that mysterious ability?

“That… ….”

“… ….”

“Besides cooking, I wondered if there was anything I could do to help the witch… ….”

Damn, that’s the worst answer. Even if you think about it yourself, it’s a very lame excuse. Didn’t you guess that you were looking into my head the other day? She looks up again that eye those red eyes. It’s bloody red…… So beautiful eyes.

The witch took a break. She sighed to the point of being rather serious. And she said, tilting her head slightly.

“…… Aren’t you afraid of me?”

Are you afraid? I looked down at her again as she sat there. Wavy hair, deep red eyes, pale white skin, high nose, feminine body, she is more than afraid…… It’s fatally alluring.

Of course, it is also scary in that it has powers that are incomprehensible. But I wasn’t just giving her the best of her every day just to live. Now I had to admit it myself. That the very subtle change in her expression was the only pleasure in my frustrating daily life.

Have you read my thoughts again? Before I could answer, the witch moved her lips.

“Good.”

“Yes?”

As I stupidly asked back again, the witch recited in a low, soothing voice.

“From now on, you are my squire.”

Seeing that smile…… I realized something was wrong.

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It was definitely around that time that I hated my working life. Mira asked if she was curious about the next story while making her snort as if she was slightly pouting.

“So that’s when you started learning magic? Gyeomsagumsa?”

“No.”

I shook her head as I ran my hand over the cover of the Ma book. My resolute answer gave Mira a puzzled expression.

Can’t that be? I can come now and tell you clearly.

Witches do not understand the human mind.