162 – Overtime (5)
“Did you tell anyone else about this, Aisha?”
A question that made my head spin quickly.
‘If I told you, things would get bigger.’
I didn’t meet Eisha’s eyes, and I continued to stuff her orc meal into her mouth, seemingly calmly.
“No? I haven’t told anyone yet. From yesterday until now, I only practiced on stage in my room, so I couldn’t go out even if I wanted to.”
“I see.”
Phew, good luck.
Then, let’s use this method.
Short.
I put the spoon down and stared at Eisha with her earnest eyes.
“…Don’t tell anyone, Aisha. Worried.”
“… Huh? Are you worried? Theo, are you me?”
Aisha looked at me with a puzzled look.
“Yes. I’m worried, Aisha. If other people had heard that, they would have thought you crazy. Where do dogs talk?”
“…But I really heard it. Theo It was a voice very similar to yours. 5 Years? No 3 years? It’s because it’s the same as your voice from before.”
Aisha’s words made my head dizzy. It was because the evaluation of her voice that she felt was the same as what I felt. It’s an incredibly powerful analytical skill.
“Hmm, it’s still strange. Let me try to figure it out. Don’t just talk to other people.”
“Why? It’s so strange. At that time, I got goosebumps without even realizing it.”
“Aisha, I don’t want to see you go up and down in other people’s rooms.”
Having said that, I looked away from Aisha and indifferently took a spoon and scooped up the Orc set meal.
“That, that’s how it goes.”
Aisha made a strange expression.
“Okay, Theo. I won’t tell anyone else. You were worried about this, right?”
I exclaimed inwardly. That’s pretty much it.
I put a spoonful of oak meal in my mouth and chewed it, taking a break.
Aisha’s bright eyes looking at me.
I looked into those eyes and said.
“Whoa, making me spit such unfamiliar words out of my own mouth. Yes, yes, Aisha. Worried.”
“!”
Aisha’s eyes widened. A strange current flowed around her.
‘f*ck, why did he suddenly do that?’
Even in this work, when Eisha was in that state, something tiring happened.
I spoke hastily.
“… I’m saying this out of concern for a member of the Balderc family, so listen closely.”
“I understand.”
When Isha answered, she took her eyes off me and dipped the cherry tomatoes with a fork.
‘Phew, it looks like he coped well.’
Ignoring Isha’s secret gaze, I pushed her orcish meal into her mouth.
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Theo has a question.
Indeed, it is the point of “What did Fumi say to Eisha?”
“Aisha. What did fistie say?”
“Hmm… What did you say?”
After pondering for a moment, Isha continued her words.
“You said you wanted to live with me forever!”
Aisha smiled proudly.
‘Ah, it wasn’t a big deal.’
If that’s the case, even if Eisha talks about it elsewhere, she’ll dismiss it as a delusion in the brain of someone who loves dogs.
“Is that so?”
Theo calmly went over, but
“…What kind of meal did you feed Fugu, Ms. Eisha?”
Amy broke into the conversation.
Isha pondered, then she said.
“Well, mainly salmon.”
“…You have to feed it, Ms. Eisha.”
“Why? I didn’t eat well. But as soon as I took out the salmon, she loved it as she gently waggled her tail. So, all but one meal was salmon.”
“…That’s true, but you shouldn’t give your dog treats too often, Miss Aisha. It seems lovely to eat well now, but later on, if you feed it, it may refuse to eat.”
“Hmm, but there was a big temperature difference between feeding and feeding salmon.”
Aisha made a sullen expression.
Amy, who was serious, opened her mouth.
“Still, even if your heart hurts, even if your knuckles are sullen, you still have to feed them. Snacks should be approached as a reward concept, Miss Aisha. You have to give it when you did a pretty thing or something, so you feel it as a reward. If you can eat it normally, you don’t feel it as a reward.”
“Chi, I get it. Anyway, how do you know Amy so well about puppies?”
“I studied. The above information is from most of the books on dog discipline. Raising Knuckles is the task Master Theo has entrusted to me.”
“Yes.”
Isha looked at Amy with her tired eyes.
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After the meal, Theo and Amy took the fist tooth back from Aisha.
The circular carriage back to the dormitory was still empty.
Originally, it was supposed to be full of people around this time, but there were only me and Amy in the circular carriage.
‘Maybe it’s the Academy Festival from tomorrow, so everyone seems excited.’
With that thought in mind, Theo looked at Amy in the seat next to him.
Amy held her knuckles in her arms, and she stared hard at the distant mountains.
“Amy.”
“Yes, boy.”
Amy, who was staring at the distant mountains, answered right away.
Theo put on a firm expression.
“I have something to tell you.”
“…Speak, young boy.”
Amy immediately noticed a change in Theo’s expression. Her Theo’s expression was always indifferent, but Amy, who had been watching Theo for a long time, could notice.
Theo looked at the fist for a moment.
“Fists can talk.”
“… Huh? I think I heard it wrong. Could you say it again, Bocchan?”
Amy’s eyes widened slightly.
“That’s right, Amy. Fists can talk. Aisha didn’t hear it wrong.”
“If so.”
“What if?”
“What Fugu told Ms. Eisha is true.”
Amy looked humiliatedly at her knuckles with her sad eyes.
─Kiyiying, gong?
Jiji looked up at her Amy, as if feeling Amy’s gaze on her.
Theo shook his head.
‘I don’t think that’s important.’
The important thing now is to prevent leakage of the fact that Gigi is a talking puppy.
“It must have been because Fist had eaten delicious food for the first time in a while. But fistie’s mother is Amy and you.”
“Mom, ma… That’s right.”
“So, keep your child’s secrets secret. If the fact that Gigi speaks is known around, a lot of troublesome things will happen, Amy. It’s not good for fists either.”
“I understand, young boy.”
As if Theo’s words had been heard, Amy returned to her normal expressionless expression.
“…But did the Bocchan know this and bring his knuckles?”
At Amy’s question, Theo quickly turned her head again.
“Yes. If you are a companion dog with the legitimate son of the great Balderk family, shouldn’t you be able to talk at least, Amy?”
“That’s right… It’s long.”
Her logic was strange, but Amy, who was caught up in the aftertaste of the word ‘mom’, could not see through it.
“Amy, as you know, I don’t have much time to spend with my fists because of my academy life. From now on, as the mother of Gigi, please nurture him well. I didn’t know you were studying separately. She admired it.”
“Thank you, Bocchan. No wonder.”
Amy With a slight blush on her cheeks, she looked back at the distant mountains.
“I will only trust you, Amy. If something else happens to fist, I’d be grateful if you let me know.”
“Of course, young master.”
It must have earned Theo’s approval as well – Amy once again solidified her will. She decides to be born again as a true mother to fist.
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The next day.
After waking up early in the morning, Theo immediately boarded the circular carriage to the College of Bravery.
The destination is the training ground of the College of Bravery. She hadn’t been training down over the weekend, and her body was itching.
Perhaps because it was the long-awaited start of the Academy Festival, unlike usual, the inside of the roundabout was crowded.
“Are your parents coming today?”
“No, come tomorrow. The Artifact Contest will be held tomorrow.”
“Ah, that’s right. You entered the Artifact Contest. But, I heard that the alchemy department also comes out? What was your name sugar······.”
“Go to party.”
“Ah, yes. It was a party. I couldn’t remember the name because it was so strange. Anyway, will he win? Didn’t you shake off all the seniors in the second year as soon as you entered?”
“Huh, look forward to it. Because no one thought of this artifact.”
“The saintess is absent this time too… I heard that you have a really holy look, but I want to welcome you once.”
“I saw it before and it really came. What is that, it’s a bit blasphemous, but… Your body is killing it.”
“This baby, you are now punished. Anyway, why are you not attending?”
“Aren’t you busy with the student department of the Faculty of Warriors? I heard you rarely come out of the student room.”
Using the students’ words as background music, Theo continued to simulate the sword dance that Maximin had shown in his head.