I'm not that kind of orc

After returning from class, instead of going to the cafeteria for dinner, I went into the woods with my tools and was lucky enough to hunt down a young wild boar.Since coming here, the only things I have eaten are fruits and vegetables, biscuits and bread specially made by elves, and the portions are still unusually small, and a bird is almost fading out of my mouth.

...and the feeling of eating in the dining hall is quite unpleasant, as long as the place where I sit will be empty, even if the seat is very tight, those students would rather eat with a plate than approach me The surrounding "forbidden zone".

It's the same when cooking. The female staff who cook rice even made a special rice spoon longer than a fishing rod in order to keep a distance from me. Damn it!

At least let me forget about those troubles for a while, and treat myself well.

The joy of having sex after a long absence eased my depression.

I removed the whole roast pig and put it on the washed leaves, grabbed the meat knife, and prepared to eat.

At this time, my ears caught the rustling sound coming from behind.

"Who!?" I grabbed the knife and turned around vigilantly.

There seems to be something hidden behind the tree not far away.

If a fire is lit in such an open place, ordinary wild animals should not dare to approach it.

But in the area where I live, there should be no elves in this academy except Roland who dare to come here, and Roland doesn't need to be so sneaky when looking for me.

Don't wait, the elves who might come here...I'm afraid Roland is not the only one.

For example, an elf female knight who locked me in a secret room this morning almost left me with a psychological shadow...

Alarms sounded in my heart immediately.

Could it be that you are resenting what happened today and ran over to attack me?

Think about it carefully, it is very possible!

I even chased here, and called the police!

"I know you're there, come out quickly!" I subconsciously put on a fighting stance.

I clearly felt the heart beating violently in my chest, as if I had just ran with all my strength for more than ten kilometers.Cold sweat broke out involuntarily, and even the palm of the hand holding the knife began to become slippery.

The frightening silence lasted for an unknown amount of time, a small head peeked out from behind the tree, looking over with the same vigilance as here.

I froze in place.

It wasn't Miria, but a female elf student who looked familiar.

This short hair... the ears are much shorter than the average elf... and the eyes that seem to dislike everyone...

I remembered!

It was the bullied half-elf I met in the corridor yesterday.

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"It's you! Uh, that..." I opened my mouth, but couldn't remember her name for a while.

I remember it was called Ann or something...

The other party didn't answer the phone to remind me of my intention, but just stared at me with sharp eyes.

"Well... May I ask what are you doing here?" I could only try to bring up the topic myself.

"……"no respond.

"Is there something you want from me?"

"..." Still no response.

She stared wide-eyed for a while, but she remained silent.

The scene was extremely embarrassing.

It's impossible to communicate at all.

Princess Alisa seems to have mentioned that this guy has almost never spoken in front of other people since he came here.

What should we do?

What broke the deadlock was a rumble from her stomach.

Although very light, it is unusually obvious in this silent woods.

Her body trembled and froze.

His expression didn't change, but his cheeks were slightly flushed.

Has this guy finished his meal yet?

"...Are you hungry?" I tried to break the silence.

"..." Of course there was no response.

"Well, do you want something to eat?" I asked tentatively, and at the same time moved away so that she could see the barbecue behind me.

Roland said that because of the difference in taste, elves don't like meat very much, and he doesn't know how half elves are.

As a result, her eyes were immediately attracted by the whole roast pig on the leaves, and she swallowed.

...it seems that I still like it.

I squatted down and took a knife to cut off a whole piece of hind leg, wrapped it in a leaf and walked towards her.

She was still vigilant, and although she poked her whole head out, she just frowned and looked me up and down.

But at least there was no intention of escaping from there.

Unlike those stupid female elves with stupid prejudices, although she grew up in a human village, she was wary of me, but she was not afraid of me.

I walked up to the tree and handed her the roast wrapped in leaves.

"Here, let's eat for you, you're welcome."

She raised her head, stared suspiciously into my eyes for a while, and finally appeared from behind the tree, and cautiously stretched out her hand to take it.

This reaction reminded me of feeding a worg pup who was being fed for the first time in the past.

Then she immediately turned to hide behind the tree again, without even saying thank you.

... I never had such expectations for this lonely girl.

By the way, do you want to hide yourself so that you don't want people to see your eating?

It sounds like I heard that she also eats alone...

I didn't bother her any more, turned around and went back to the fire, and ate my belated supper.

The skin-on pork that has been fully grilled over an open flame is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The fat melted at high temperature makes the meat taste more mellow. Even without too much seasoning, the barbecue is quite delicious as long as the heat is just right.

What a fucking compliment, I feel like I live in this world just for this kind of moment.

In a blink of an eye, the whole roast suckling pig was eaten with only bones left.

It's been a long time since I had a full meal... I put down the last gnawed bone with great satisfaction.

These must be cleaned up properly, after all, this is the forest that the academy belongs to, and it is someone else's territory.

At this time, out of the corner of my eye, I saw another figure sitting by the fire.

"Huh?" I was taken aback, turned my head to take a closer look, only to find that it was still the half-elf.

I don't know when she has come to a place only a few steps away from me, sitting there and staring at me.

His eyes were not as vigilant as before.

when?Does this girl walk without sound?Or am I just too immersed in the relationship?

"What? What's the matter?" I still asked for the time being.

This girl seemed to have finished eating too, and there was still a bit of charred meat on the corner of her mouth that she hadn't wiped off.

She seemed to hesitate for a while, picked up a branch on the ground, and drew it on the ground.

Thanks - she wrote it in a lingua franca I could understand.

"you……"

Can't you speak? This inappropriate sentence was swallowed back by me at the very beginning.

I suddenly realized that this kind of question is meaningless. Whether she is really dumb or just unwilling to speak is her own business, and there is no need for me to ask.

"What do you think of the taste? I just roasted it casually. I also heard that elves don't like meat very much. I don't know if it suits your appetite..." Finally, I changed it to this kind of polite words.

It was delicious—after writing this passage, she raised her head, her expression softened a lot, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

So this guy can laugh...

"That's good." I nodded.

Your workmanship is very good—she erased the first words and continued.

"Of course, I am good at hunting and barbecue in the tribe." I smiled smugly.

She thought for a while, and started to scratch on the ground again.

"Angelica," she wrote on the ground.

I finally remembered that it was indeed the name.

It turned out that I noticed that I wanted to call her just now but I didn't remember the name...

Then she stopped and looked up into my eyes.

I didn't react for a while, but after a while she tilted her head in doubt, I realized that she was waiting for me to report to her family.

"My name is Brock, warrior Brock of the Bloodaxe clan."

She nodded, lowered her head and began to write again: "I usually take a walk in this forest."

It turned out that she was walking here.

"I didn't know this was your place," she continued.

"This is not my territory, I just got permission from the dean to come in and hunt, you don't have to mind anything." I quickly explained.

She hesitated for a while, and wrote on the ground: "Can I come here again in the future?"

"Sure, you can come anytime if you want to eat barbecue, but I can't guarantee that I can hunt prey every time." I smiled boldly.