After refreshing my body, I went back to the inn.
The tavern still seemed busy, but Celine was nowhere to be seen. I don't think he took it home, so I'm sure he's happy with the wine and is back in the room. The pink-headed dumplings rushed around the tavern like they were busy, and I didn't seem to notice.
Cross the tavern to avoid hitting drunk guests, climb the stairs, and stand in front of the accommodation door. When I knocked, Delica said, "Yes."
But I didn't open the door immediately, so I decided to be careful. I won't give in to my lucky kebe. I think Nicolas would be as good as Delica's voice. I knocked again.
"... yes?
Even more knocking. Concon.
Yes?
It's a little moody. But Nicolas will be able to do such fine arts. Just be careful, Concentrate.
"Come on!
Gachan and the door opened vigorously, and Delica with her eyebrows raised popped out. It wasn't Nicola, apparently.
"Delica, I'm sorry. I had to be careful because I didn't know what kind of trap there was."
"Hmm?... uhh, I don't know, but what if I come in?
"Yeah, I will. I'm sorry."
Celine came back when she came in apologizing honestly. Sitting in a chair, he looks at me while wiping his legs.
"Marc, welcome back!"
I'm home.
It was a shame. After you've cleaned your chest. The side, too. It's a shame.
Oh, really?
If I hadn't sat down in the well and returned soon, I might have been in time. Did you come out with an aunt?
Nicolas smiles lewdly while lying in bed. I wanted to do something that wasn't there, but I knew they were watching.
As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to change the story, but I noticed Delica sitting in the chair staring at me with her own eyes. I wonder if the knocking earlier was a joke.
Delica, what's wrong?
"... I just heard from Celine that I got along with Nay, but is that true?
"I don't know if I got along, but I talked to him a little bit."
You had better not say that you cried because you were injured. I don't think Celine explained that much either.
Hmm.
Delica answers with an uncomfortable attitude without changing her eyes.
"Um, what's wrong with that?
"I don't think Marc has many friends with boys."
"Eh!?... no, you're friends with Lang and Yuri, right?
"Apart from the Moonlight Wolf League?
Uh, Jack... isn't. Ricky at church school... he admires me as his brother, but he's not like his friends. Gil... he told me he was an old friend...
If you ask me, I may have few boyfriends. But even if I made a male friend, I don't think I can innocently enjoy playing with swordsmanship and adventurers outside.
So if I refused, I wouldn't be invited to church school anymore. You don't hate me, do you? I want to believe it.
But apart from that, the facts must be accepted as facts. I admitted it lightly.
"Maybe I don't have any boyfriends....."
Then Delica sharpens her mouth to make it look a little less interesting.
"And yet, Marc gets along with a cute girl right away. Pamela, Melmina, this time Nay."
Whoa, that's what I saw. But I don't know how Delica wants to say it. I think I'd feel a little lonely if Delica got along with other boys on the trip, for example.
"It just so happens that I'm not going to choose with my face....."
As a matter of fact, if it's just the face, it's unfortunately the most familiar sister I've ever seen.
We're talking about what we're gonna do when we gather the cutest girls. Sometimes I feel like I love you because you're cute, but I've never felt guilty. Eight years old means that sex is still early for me.
Hmm, yeah.
But you don't like my answer. It's an unusual attitude for a delicacy that is always shared by parents and oneesan.
"Well, the girl closest to me is Delica. Delica is cute, and even if she thinks she's getting along with cute girls, maybe she can't help it."
I didn't mean to argue, so I answered honestly. Then Delica blushes her face and makes her mouth squeak.
"Ba, aren't you stupid!? That's not what I meant!
That's what he said, and he turned his back. Her ears became bright red.
Oniichan will do it too.
Oh oh......
Apparently, the fact that Delica was recognized as cute was unexpectedly effective for Delica. Human honesty is best.
And for a while, Nicolas and I, plus Celine, watched Delica with a warm gaze, and the door burst into the room with a clumsy knock.
It seems that at last we have a visitor waiting for us.