Isekai de Slow Life wo (Ganbou)

After the meal, everyone was free to eat, take a bath, go for a walk outside, etc.

When I say, I'm in the middle of a dishwash next to Wendy.

I usually leave it to Wendy, but today I decided to help her make it our job to clean it up.

"That was a success."

"Oh. I think everyone else enjoyed it more than Mizera..."

"It was sudden, so I couldn't help it. But he ate so much that it was delicious."

"Right. Glad to hear that."

Me, Wendy, and I ate both of those and put them on a plate when Mizella looked very important and delicious, and when I couldn't eat them by the boulders, I was stunned.

"I was reluctant at first, but the tension seemed relaxed because Shiloh and the others seemed to be making a lot of fun noise"

"Thank you all."

"Heh heh, we've all just been doing what we usually do."

Maybe the good meat just increased the tension on the Shiloh and the others, but the result would be a place called O'Rei.

"But the chocolate was delicious..."

"Right. The bitterness and sweetness were exquisite...... Was it definitely an imperial specialty?

"Oh. It doesn't seem to have much circulation over here yet, though."

"... I see. So you did five million knolls."

"hahaha......"

No. I was afraid to declare...

I'm not angry, but he looked frightened... No, but I still have choqua on my torso, and it should have been a good purchase. Yeah. I have no regrets.

Karan.

And when there was some kind of falling noise from behind and he turned around, Mizera stood stunned and the remaining wooden vessel fell at his feet.

"Oh, did you bring it? Thank God."

"I'm sorry...... hey, I was trying to help you with something... But five... five hits..."

"I can't help but eat delicious food."

"Ha... you're the same... It's the money your husband earned, and I don't mind..."

"Um... are you the same...?

"Yes, because your husband has no eyes for delicious things."

"Fair enough. Wendy, you said you were gonna eat a knob, didn't you?

"Wow! Please don't tell me!

Ha, I think it's just a matter of time before Misera wants to hang on, huh?

"Ha... Master Wendy seems to have a tough time too..."

"Yes... but it's not. I'm used to it. I'm used to it. When you're here, it's hard not to get used to it, right?

"... right... right? Oh, I'll help you."

"Yes. Now put the plate I wiped back on the shelf. Anything you don't understand, ask me or your husband."

... Can't you make a decision that Mizera is still here?

Well, it won't be so easy to decide, and you have no choice.

Wendy figured it out, too, or I'm just going to keep talking without going deeper, so let's just relax.

I wash it, Wendy wipes it, and Mizella puts the dishes back on the shelf.

"Um, are you sure you want to overlap this plate?

"Yeah. That's on the right side of the second step, please."

The question naturally focuses on Wendy in line and gender, but if I try this, my parents and children...... are too far away from boulders, so is it a place called Sisters?

Mizera does a good job of helping while following Wendy's instructions.

I thought the work would be more efficient and the job would be cleared up in no time...

Pareen.

And, something cracking sounds, and when I look in that direction, Mizera crouches like she panicked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll pick it up right away..."

"Don't touch me because I'm in danger!

I'll take Mizera's arm and keep her from touching me with my bare hands.

I know I panic, but I took care not to cut my fingers off with a broken plate...

"I'm sorry..............."

"Mizera?"

I ask Misera, who grumbles to apologize many times on the spot, how she feels because of the unusual atmosphere, but she looks very pale.

My gripped arm is trembling, even my lips are trembling.

"I'm fine. I'm fine... are you hurt?

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I don't like underground...... I'll clean it up soon..."

What do you think? It's an anomaly.

Has this... evoked trauma...

"My lord, I will take Mizera to her room. May I ask you to stay here?

Shit. Before I think, Wendy moves.

"Oh. See how you're doing. Me too. I'll be there when I calm down."

"Yes. Mizera, can you stand?

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... come on..."

Supported by Wendy as it was, Mizera's back was trembling as she left the scene.

I was saddened to drop him off.

Think about what happened to Mizella earlier while working on wiping the washed dishes and returning them to the shelves.

After all, it would be normal to think that the trauma of the past...

I can't help but think that I took my hand out loud, which might have triggered it...

You've done something wrong...

Because of this, today would have been a good day to end, but I did something extra.

Thinking about this, Wendy came back with one strange face.

"Your husband. Mizella has settled...... I'll keep it here, so go see him."

"Is it okay if I go?

"Yes, I want to apologize to your husband, because I am saying..."

"... ok"

I'll leave the room behind so I can switch with Wendy.

I'm not ready for Mizera's room right now, so I'm headed to my room and I'm going to knock.

"Coming in."

"... Yes"

Mizella's voice is small and she still doesn't look energetic.

Naturally speaking, it seemed like a lie to think I was about to have fun until earlier.

"Are you all right?

"Yep.... I was so worried"

"Right. Are your fingers hurt?

"That's okay, too, because your husband took my hand"

"Really... I'm sorry? All of a sudden, you make a loud noise."

"Yeah. Don't let your husband bow his head. Thanks to my husband, I didn't have to get hurt..."

"That would help..."

After a little silence, it was Mizera who opened her mouth.

"... before, huh? I was helping in the same way, I broke a plate, and when I tried to be polite, they got mad at me for being late... hurry not to get mad... I ended up trapped in the basement after I broke the plate again..."

……

I listen to Mizera without pinching my mouth.

I want to know what happened. No, you have to know.

But it's not like Mizera wants to hear it until she can't.

So I decided to listen in silence until I could talk.

"It's dark... a basement without lights that doesn't even shine in the light of day. I can't get it out of there all the time, and the rice is just a little bit... the edge of the black bread and the tasteless cold soup... It was incomparable with today's cuisine…"

That's... how hard it is...

People break their bodies if they don't get the light of day.

When I say darkness, I erode people's minds.

Decent nerves are more and more broken, including anxiety, fear, exhaustion, and impotence.

Misera talks pale about the past, but her expression is much blue-white, and I guess it's hard to remember while talking like this...

"By the time my heart was exhausted and my heart was broken, the previous Lord said. It's useless, so at least try using a lifetime vow (one-of-a-kind)... Still, I didn't use it. The slightest remaining hatred did not allow it. Then, my meal was once a day… just black bread with trampled marks, vegetable shards, and a glass of moisture"

I can grip my fist and see my nails eating into the meat.

Tighten your lips and let the Lord exhort hatred before you know who it is.

As a person...... do you even cross the line you shouldn't...

"So I was happy today. It was delicious. It was fun...... The meal was so nice. The food is so warm... and yet... sorry."

"I have nothing to apologize for... it's not Misera that's bad"

"Yeah... you know, I can't do anything. I know you're different than you've been before. Dear Wendy and everyone else just seems to enjoy it. I can see that. But... being nice doesn't give me anything back..."

That's not true.

Even today, I broke the plate, but I was grateful for your help.

I was more than happy to say that what you tried to help me with was fun today.

"I don't have any skills or anything. Half an elf doesn't have enough growth to make me remember anything. I can't serve as an adventurer like Eina and the others, I can't work as an escort like Shiro, I can't do my chores like Wendy..."

So, Mizera goes on.

"I can't stay here...... I can't do anything, I can't give you anything back... Instead, just holding a half elf annoys you. Dear Wendy, thank you for your help... I don't want to inconvenience you..."

Oh... what the heck.

Wow, you're a good girl......

If I do harm, I'll kick you out. But when I leave, I won't stop. I just want to beat the shit out of myself.

No, let's hit him.

Hit your right fist on your own cheek.

Without any help, I hit him so hard that he cut his mouth off.

But it doesn't matter because it doesn't have to mean reflection.

"So, sir!?

"... decided"

"Decided... what?

"Mizera. I'm sorry, but the promise I just made to send Mizera out in silence, without that, please"

"Huh...?

"I've decided to make you happy. So we can't send them out in silence anymore."

This kid makes me happy.

No, you have to be happy.

More than anything, for me.

"You weren't listening to me? I..."

"I heard. I decided on that."

"Oh no... you make my feelings go away...?

"Oh."

Yes. It's totally selfish of me from here on out.

It is in the self that Misera ignores her feelings and passes through her selfishness.

"Then I'll run away on my own..."

"Whatever you want. I like it, too. So... be prepared, huh?

That's all I have to say. I'll leave the room.

When I left the room, Wendy and I waited for Shilo, who had returned from a walk with a worried face.

"Your husband......! Blood...!

"It's okay, because this is a commandment to me. So... just now, but Wendy needs to see Mizella."

"Ha, yes...... what's wrong with that?

"Mm-hmm. Lord, my face is tight.... do something?

"Oh."

Take a breath and stare at Shiloh and the others with a serious face.

"From now on, can you hang out with my selfishness?

"Yes," "n."

The contents are not asked.

But the two of them nod quickly.

I hug them all the time so they can be sweet.

I'm happy now.

I came to this world and met the two of us.

"Hey, that selfishness. Mix us up, too."

"I will. It's not a good idea to get off the hook."

"Master, we can help you with a little strength."

Eina and Sorte in the bath.

Renge, who was on a meal break, shows up and hugs them too.

I have loved this world with more loved ones and more loved ones.

That's why I can't forgive you.

Above all, I can't forgive the fact that such a sweet child has a sad look on his face in the world he loves.

I want you to laugh. I want you to feel happy every day that it's fun to live.

That's why I decided.

Come on, let's get started.

My unsolicited, childish motive for self-centered, selfish, desire to push happiness on others.