Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

The day changes.

The morning sun rises from afar, gradually illuminating the city of Malt visible through the windows.

Today begins when the color of the cloud, which was purple, turns red and the world turns colored.

It's the landscape I see every day.

Unusual or irrelevant, but before I became this body, seeing something like that was not unless I received a request that I needed to get up so early.

The body of the corpse ghost Shiki nowadays doesn't really need sleep to figure out what it means.

It doesn't mean I can't take it at all, but what doesn't always seem essential is about my body.

Somehow I can tell.

I mean, it was a terribly boring time between midnight and morning, and I just had to look outside or take the lights and read the book.

I didn't even think about the option of being asked to keep working all the time, but anything would be suspicious if there were such an adventurer.

It's not the kind of job you can do without taking any time off in the first place.

No matter how diligent the adventurer, if he can't rest his body once in a while, he's bound to get sick.

So I couldn't have taken that option.

Thanks to you, I've been able to become a more studious person before, but it's not even been a month yet.

Compared to Lorraine, heaven and earth.

Well, if you ask me a lot of things that bothered you, I hope you hit me and I'll get an answer back to you so that it sounds.

By the way, compared to me like that, the mouse that brought me back today (Petite Shrimp) seemed to need a good night's sleep.

Sleeping on a desk I'm letting you use, flipping over and showing your belly.

For once, you can name the Lord. I'm somewhat angry that this guy is the only one who feels comfortable sleeping when he says I endure solitude at midnight's quiet hour.

You're a family member, so shouldn't you be like me?

I think so, but here's the reality.

Not at all.

Well, maybe saying that the will is conveyed to some extent, and the feeling is a little understandable, doesn't mean that it's completely connected.

All this would be something we wouldn't know if we didn't take the time to verify a lot of things.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm not going to try my best around here, but I think Lorraine will do it in moderation.

Unless I'm sorry I left it to you, but I can't help it because I'm first and foremost existential evolution anyway.

Even now that I'm even stuck, they might say I'm free.

As I waited for the people of the city to wake up and move out, thinking there was no such benefit, I felt the smell of tickling my nostrils.

From where, from outside?

Though I think, at night, when Lorraine sleeps, the door should have been all tight.

Then......

If you try to sharpen your senses carefully, it comes from the kitchen of the house, and I walk towards you.

You can leave the mouse sleeping at your desk (Petite Suri) alone.

If you wake up, you'll probably find out through the connection.

And when we got to the kitchen, there was a very rare sight there.

"... today, Yukifu, huh?

When I say that,

"Don't be silly. I can cook as much as I want."

It is naturally Lorraine who answered that.

She was cooking in the kitchen.

Handle a number of cooking magic items cleverly and create them in a familiar manner.

Normally, I deeply thought this time of year would be a night of sleep, but it's not surprising that she can cook.

Or that I once taught you and made sure you wore it all the way.

And sometimes I made it when I felt like it.

Today is exactly when you feel like it, I guess.

"... do you have one of mine?

As long as there's blood, there's no problem. It's me, but I also eat occasionally.

That's why it was a question.

Lorraine is

"Ah. I'm making it, so you sit down... it's time to finish it"

That's what I said.

I'm not anxious about her arm, and if you're going to let me out, I have no problem eating.

As I was honestly told, I followed the kitchen and headed to the table.

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"Come on, you should eat"

So it is the traditional breakfast of the region that was arranged on the table.

Milk on black bread, stewed dishes.

It is such a thing.

What I was making earlier would be a simmering dish.

I thought the pork ghost "Oak" meat, legumes and root vegetables that I had brought and preserved had been simmered in solid stock, which only aroused my appetite by the smell.

Because it's the corpse ghost Shiki, his belly won't swell as much, but it's not like he's lost his taste.

I was ambiguous and blurred when I was a corpse-eating ghost, Ghoul, but now I can feel the taste when I was well alive and to an extent that doesn't suck if my memory is certain.

However, if you want to raise one point different than before, the taste of blood will be the most delicious, but it is the end of the story.

I pray to God for Lorraine's handmade dishes before I start eating with my hands on cutlery.

"... it feels kind of subtle to pray to God when the undead (undead) eat."

and Lorraine was crushing, but that's where I feel the most contradictory.

According to the sect, the famous places are mostly treated as enemies of God or as apostates about the immortals (undead).

You must consider yourself a being who will never pray to God.

"... I wonder if you'd like to offer it?

"Isn't that blasphemy? No, by saying I prayed to God even when I became an immortal (undead), does that mean I was rather revamped?

It is Lorraine who gave serious consideration to the joke.

In fact, I've never shown rebellion to God for a single time, not a single thing, but I really care what happens if I go to a religious institution.

That orphanage is what is attached to the Eastern Catholic Church, and I regret even more now that it should have gone because it should have been exactly God worshipped if I had gone there.

Well, that's all I felt near the church, so it doesn't look like anything where I went.

Nevertheless, I think.

The food you're carrying in your mouth is strangely good.

No, not at all that Lorraine was originally a bad cook.

I think it's more of a delicious way, but it seems extraordinarily delicious compared to when I ate it before......

You must have realized I had that look on my face.

Laughing as if Lorraine had won something,

"Oh, have you noticed? Again, good?

I've been asking.

I don't know what that means.

"What do you mean?

When asked, Lorraine said,

"No, I left a drop of blood at the end for you. It's not a seasoning, but I was wondering if you could have a delicious meal..."

and explained it to me.

I see, I think.

That's exactly what I like to cook, but I wonder if there might be a slight problem, and I ask.

"... then, until the end of the day..."

It is a simmering dish.

inevitably will happen, I thought Lorraine,

"Though it belongs to me on the boulder, I'm not willing to eat stewed human blood. Don't worry, I just transferred it to another pot for your eating and then put blood in it again... well, I still feel like I'm doing something witchy"

That's what I explained.

Sure, then you don't have to waste your food.

But you mean witchy.

Put blood in the dish, I don't normally do that.

Understandably, I feel like saying that.

In addition to that, Lorraine

"Well, I don't do it, but I hear some daughters are touched by old witch fortunes or they deal with humans like that... dude is tough"

and say horrible things.

I thought I was joking about the boulder, but Lorraine's eyes were serious,

"... when are you going to do it"

When asked,

"Look, that's it. There would have been a birthday for a saint that a woman would be allowed to propose to a man, wouldn't there? At that time, I had a tendency to behave like a meal, but when I did,"

I do have events like that.

I've never cared because I have no connection at all, but I've heard of fellow adventurers once in a while that I got married with it.

Tell that to Lorraine,

"Perhaps the curse worked... so that the vampire" Vampire "could make a family member, can a woman obey a man? It's not wrong in a way."

And he looked convinced, and he kept eating.