I Reincarnated as a Losing Heroine, the Hero’s Childhood Friend Who Lost to the Main Heroine, so I Switched Jobs to Alchemist

I sighed softly as I watched the familiar face of sleeping in bed.

- About ten days after coming to a city called Flaria about Laura, a childhood tame and assistant king's cook. I followed her this far in the form of an escort to find new ingredients.

To be honest, finding ingredients is difficult. Because of that, Laura seemed to come up with it, and it was painful to see her face getting darker every day.

As a result of consulting the wife of the mansion who is trying to keep her at rest like that and working with Laura's contemporaries and seniors - watching over the childhood tampering who is now resting so healthy, sitting by the bed.

(I'm trying too hard, Laura...)

The hands connected before bedtime were slightly weakened by Laura's sleep, but remained loosely connected.

The connected hand feels much smaller. How I miss the old days when they used to be the same size as me.

Back then, I never thought that childhood tampering would pass the King's cook's exam, and I never imagined that the day would come when I would accompany Laura's expedition training as an escort. On the other hand, I'm happy with the changes caused by that growth, and sometimes the loneliness creeps up because I feel like our paths have been splitting up step by step.

Again, peek into the familiar face of sleeping in bed. I don't see much. Ashgold's hair is tired or slightly damaged, and my chest hurts again. Though I think he's come to rely on me more than he used to, still, there's something about Laura that he tends to embrace on his own.

To be able to rely more on me, not only would I change Laura's consciousness, but if I could be a worthy person myself...

Unexpectedly, a modest knocking sound rocked the eardrum. Untie the hand you were holding gently to keep Laura awake and head to the door. And if you open the door,

"Mr. Lukersch."

Synchronization of Laura, who frowned sorry - Mr. Chelsea was standing there. She had a tea tray, on which two teapots and cups were placed.

Mr. Chelsea was one of those people who was worried about Laura. I was wondering, maybe you came to see how it went.

"Mr. Chelsea."

"Laura, did you sleep?

"Yes, it's neat"

Mr. Chelsea gave me a relieved look in my words.

Mr. Chelsea, whom I met for the first time, seemed to get along well with Laura. If we were to live in the same room without our parents, we would get closer to nature. But it seemed compatible to skip those environments, and I saw the two of us bickering over and over again during this short time.

"This, if you like... The tea that Luisa taught me, I tried brewing it again. Maybe a little more because it's for two..."

When Mr. Chelsea handed me the tea tray, he closed the door so as not to make a slow noise "good night". It worked so fast and smooth, it didn't give me a gap to reply, "I want tea to be enjoyed by Mr. Chelsea and her senior, Lina".

I thought it would be rude to go out of my way to visit the room and return it, so I decided to get a cup of tea for two alone. Place the tea tray on the side table of the bed and soak the tea in the cup. Is the sweet scent of flutter and fragrance the nectar of Mephilier, a specialty of the city of Fralia?

"Yeah......"

Whether she had a hard time sleeping or reacted to the scent, Laura hits her sleep on the bed. I crept into a wrinkle that stopped at my eyebrows for a moment, but soon my expression unraveled and a smile floated. I was relieved by it and shook Laura's hand again.

(warm......)

The job of a conditioner doesn't even go so far as to coincide with death - but he lurks much closer to Laura than I do. I can't wait to think of that, it's horrible.

I witnessed Laura being attacked by demons, that day. It happened when I was eight, but I can still remember it vividly. The moment the demonic fangs were about to approach Laura, with a single mind that didn't know what was and just didn't want to lose childhood - realizing it, a strange force was awakening.

I still don't know what this power is. [M] It was only in the beginning that I remembered the horror, but these days I had become indifferent to it anymore. Whatever power you have, whatever power you can protect your loved ones.

"Laura......"

Squirting softly. I naturally didn't reply because I was asleep - but I felt a slight but powerful hand in the hand I was holding.

Maybe it's my fault. It may be an illusion created by my desire to be so. But I'm glad Laura responded.

"Laura, have a good dream"

The tea I drank while holding hands with my childhood friend tasted happy.