Time passes quickly when I work for reading. Huh, I looked up with the sound of a belly bug called. Oh, that's an accurate belly clock......! I was obsessed, so I noticed. Mr. Gill...... no sign of coming back yet. All right, then we'll get ready for dinner before you come back.
"Sandwich, let's make it"
Mr. Gill is a sub who doesn't need to eat every meal. You don't have to sleep for a week or so. But because you live up to me, I'm going to have lunch with you today. Originally Ortus rules, I've decided to eat as much as I can, sleep once every three days, something like that. I sleep every night for three meals a day, as a matter of course. You can't change this habit that stained you, can you? Not quite. It's not just because you're a child. Never.
So I'll make two for you and Gil! If it's as simple as a rice balls or a sandwich, I can make it! Quickly open the storage bracelet window and check the material. Choose some of them and start standing in the kitchen making sandwiches.
Basically, the contents use what is made of. Sister Chio and the others in charge of cooking let me have a lot of them before I came to the high elf town. He understands my feelings very well around not letting me have the finished sandwich. 'Cause I want to do more of what I can myself. A child. A child.
I sang my nose with Hung Hung and sang more and more in the bread. I also enjoy choosing bread because there are three kinds! Bread like croissants with ham, cheese, lettuce sandwiches and egg salad sandwiches. Cuttlefish sandwich in bread. Fluffy, bright white bread with shberry jam sandwiches and raw cream and Navaba sandwiches. I don't know the details of which bread will fit, but I tried pinching it for my personal preference. Wouldn't it look beautiful and quite well done?
"But... I made too much"
It's been fun. I'm on track. 'Cause I wanted to eat all of this! But there are three things I can eat. I resent the small stomach. Ma, if I have any excess, I should store it again. Storage you don't have to worry about the passage of time, it's really too convenient. You're always helped by this, aren't you? I can't get my head up for Gil, who gave it to me, or Mikolash and Maille, who made it!
"I'm sorry. It's late."
"Mr. Gill! Welcome back!
There, Mr. Gill returned in good time. Looks a little rushed. They care that it's late. But it is a no-problem! Turning immediately to her face, Mr. Gill looked at this one with a surprised look. Hmm, sounds delicious. Put your hands on your hips and try to strain your chest.
"That was a great time! You did good, didn't you?
"Oh, it looks delicious. Did Meg prepare it for you?"
Mr. Gill lowered his mask as he said so, smiling gently and stroking his head. Huh. It was worth the preparation!
Bring the sandwich to the table immediately on a plate. Mr. Gill helped me there, too.
"Now I'll make you some tea!
Do you mind?
"I had it brewed earlier. Because Sister Chio said she wanted to be able to brew deliciously and practice for it. Well, I'm sorry I seem to be using it as a practice bench..."
The point is to make a beginner sip of tea that is not particularly delicious. So I get a bum shudder. No, it shouldn't taste so bad! Probably. Here's Gil's reply:
"If it's what Meg has prepared for me, I'll be happy for you"
YICKEMAIN!! Something like Mr. Kay hasn't started to say lately!? It's so destructive! Kay makes sassy, good-looking remarks like he breathes, but Gil originally said that sometimes he has a small mouth count and the effect is remarkable. They shot out my maiden heart. I don't think anybody's gonna be able to keep up with this.
Your hands tremble when you put hot water in the pot. Yes, you can usually do better, can't you? So don't stare at me with your cheeks on. The handsome lady there.
Somehow I just finished brewing some tea and finally lunchtime! I thought Gil, who said the sandwiches and the tea were delicious, would be a totalizer of kindness. Wouldn't you be a good husband in the future? Your daughter-in-law will be happy for life. Definitely.
I wonder if I've made too much. Mr. Gill almost ate it for me. I'll eat a lot, huh? It is an envy. I knew I couldn't eat it, so I just kept the egg salad sandwich and jam sandwich. You want to taste all kinds, don't you? You might think you're a foodie for snacks, but that's not all. You wanted to eat, didn't you? Because Gil told me, yes, I just sweetened your words...... Ugh. Let's look forward to it one day. This is how food stocks accumulate...... bad that what you want to eat is overflowing this world.
"Do you want to contact the Demon King?
I just pinched my meal break, and Mr. Gill cut me out. I beg you to bow my head. They contact me separately from your work, and I need to be properly thankful in places like this. That's discipline, even though it happens every time, because even if you smile bitterly, you won't stop doing this!
Quickly, Mr. Gill sent out Shadow Bird to fly me to my father's place in Demon King's Castle. I would have a job, and maybe I wouldn't be able to talk to you right away, but I thought I'd read the book and wait, etc., but I was worried. There was a response from my father a few dozen seconds later.
"Meg! Me! He wants to talk!? I want to talk to you too! Meg! '
... I'm not throwing this out of work, am I? It could be. If so, Mr. Kron, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about the Chancellor and everyone who works under your father. I think it's good to be able to tell you soon, even as I feel uncomfortable being there, so I decided to reopen it.
"Hello Father! Can I talk to you now?
'Oh, it's Meg. Of course it is. Talking to Meg is a top priority. I have nothing to show you.'
I'll show you. I screwed up with that one word, didn't I? Well, fine. This guy's always been like this, and I was a little predictable. Then there is one thing I should do. Let's get down to business! So get him back to work properly......!
"You know, I might ask you something weird..."
'I'll ask you anything weird or anything!
Yummy. Mr. Gill also has his hand on his forehead. I know how your father feels, but we can move on! Fine, I'm serious.
"Father, haven't you had a dream lately? Uh, you know, old dreams. When the magic was going wild..."
"Huh!?
Over the shadow bird, I found my father breathing. Dragon star, huh? I gave a brief explanation as it were, thinking that I would only be suspicious to be asked this much. That my special physique was dreaming, that I got into that dream a while back, etc.
"I didn't know I was getting into people's dreams... and, uh, I put my hand on your father's shoulder in a dream. I was wondering if that was supposed to be a dream. So..."
Still can't explain it very well, I'm the one! Still, the story seemed to have been properly conveyed, and my father called my name in a kind voice from beyond the shadow bird.
"Meg. Meg, it's okay. Right, those hands belonged to Meg... '
Is that hand? That means after all......!
"Oh, I'm sorry! I knew I, Father, would take my dreams personally..."
'Oh, calm down, Meg. I thought you said it first. He said it was okay.'
My father's voice and Gil's hand stroking his back calmed me down when I was about to be disturbed. Oh, yeah, he told me it was okay. Take a deep breath. Don't panic. This disturbance is also due to unstable magic. Makes me feel much easier to blame. Knowing the cause is a reassuring material, right? Phew.
'Indeed, as Meg put it, I had a dream of the past a while ago. And I also remember being put my hand on my shoulder'
"Oh well... I knew I could interfere with my dreams... I need to be more careful from now on"
Now that I understand the dangers, I can be careful. What matters is what we're going to do. Yes, we just need to be careful from now on. I should be glad to have done so much. It was bad for my father...
'As a matter of fact, the dream was one I had seen many times before. But this was the first time they put their hands on their shoulders. That's why I'm particularly impressed. But don't get me wrong, okay?
"Mistake?"
It was also a shock that I had that dream many times, and the fact that I had changed that dream for the first time. Because that should be a nightmare for my father. It's a dream, but it actually happened, it's a memory of a time when I couldn't help but suffer from the past. Doesn't it matter, after all, that you got involved in such an important dream for your father?!? You can't help but think, can you? But I could understand better in the words that went on to say that it was a mistake.
'You've been saved, I am. Until now, after that nightmare, my heart was restless for a while. But the morning when they put their hands down... it was very warm. Fear, suffering, all the warmth of that hand has erased me'
Saved...? With my reckless behavior?
'So, Meg. I was grateful to the owner of that hand. That's how you know who's holding that hand now, right? That, too, was my beloved daughter. I can't be happier.'
Thank you, Father's voice. I laugh frankly that I didn't think I could thank you in person. When I heard that I... accidentally overflowed with a grain of tears.