114 – As Rasputin Enchanted
Odilia looked at the man who was talking to her.
The man, who looked about 10cm taller than her, had a cute appearance that didn’t match his height, and his bunny-like appearance looked harmless. Besides, even though she was smiling, there was freshness, excitement, and even a hint of fear in her smile, enough to tell that she mustered up the courage to talk to her.
“Joy.”
But she gave the man one look up and down, then turned her head and walked to her elevator.
It’s not that the guy is ugly or anything.
A cute face and tall height, a youthful charm that only those between boys and adults can show, and there was definitely a pure charm that you can never find in revelers who like wearing only skirts.
But if it comes to Odilia as her charm…
Well…
I can’t do that.
She has lived too long to feel her attraction to the first person she meets.
She was too stubborn to let go of her first love, which had settled in her heart.
“Oh, wait a minute. We just need to talk for a moment…”
However, whether or not the great witch knew her heart, her man relentlessly followed her.
It seemed to show the youth of a boy who didn’t know how to give up, so she couldn’t help but laugh.
And when she let out her laugh, her face suddenly brightened as if the man had taken it as a positive sign. The man’s voice changed from a voice of disappointment and desperation when he was bitterly rejected to one of hope and energy.
“That… I won’t take it for a long time. While drinking coffee for a while. Yes. I just want to talk while drinking a cup of coffee… Is it possible?”
The archwitch didn’t answer the man’s words, but she stared plainly at his face.
Then the man said urgently as if he realized something.
“Oh, I’ll buy the coffee.”
What is so urgent?
What makes you look so young?
The Archwitch saw the children full of vitality and youth before leaving her room.
Because her vitality is something she doesn’t have.
She had already abandoned it with all these years, and instead gained her stubbornness and stubbornness.
She was, so she thought about getting out of the room and walking around aimlessly.
But as soon as she came out of the room, she wondered if she was acting on a whim when she saw the man hitting her with all his might.
Maybe this is an old man’s whim.
Perhaps she was moved by the young man’s enthusiasm.
Perhaps, in an unfamiliar and unfamiliar land called Russia, something that resonated with her at least happened, so she thought of joining her.
Maybe she thought it was a fun time to pass the time while she waited for the shaman.
“Yes. Guide me.”
Numerous ‘maybe’s elicited the answer.
This may be a good fortune for the young man, but it may be a greater misfortune because he has no intention of accepting him.
Because the mirage, which seems to be caught by the hand of hope but is not caught, gives a deeper despair when it is cast in the snow and then disappears.
However, the man showed her to her coffee shop with a bright smile as if he was willing to go through her whims.
“What kind of coffee would you like?”
“Coffee, hmm.”
He asked her seated at the window for her order.
Odilia had countless spells passing through her own head, but she pondered for a moment at the man looking at her with a happy smile before opening her mouth.
“Order yourself.”
Then the man tilted his head in surprise.
“Can I order whatever I want?”
“Please.”
Seeing the great witch reply as if it was annoying, the man nodded her head and said he would understand and went to the counter. Then he ordered something of hers and came over to her with two of her coffees on her hot tray.
One was a beer-like frothy coffee, and the other was a regular cafe latte. A heart made of latte art was drawn on top of the cafe latte, and the archwitch couldn’t help but laugh.
Because she had a cute face, she imagined asking the clerk to make heart-shaped latte art.
The man passed a caffe latte in front of her, and he himself held up a frothy coffee.
“I didn’t know what you would like, so I ordered a caffe latte.”
“Is it so?”
Odilia looked at the man from above, as if she had roughly expected it. She then stirred the coffee stick to destroy the painting and smelled the coffee.
“It smells nice.”
“Really? Thank goodness. The taste will be fine. Try it.”
Seeing her proud bunny face, she brought her coffee to her mouth.
Then, a scent resembling chocolate lingered in her mouth and nose, and the savory taste of milk and coffee beans gently wrapped her tongue. In addition, after enjoying the scent and taste to the fullest and swallowing it, the scent remained for a while and then disappeared as if it had been washed.
Surprisingly, the taste suited her taste.
“This…?”
“Oh, did you like it? They had leadern Mysore nuggets extra bold. So I asked for that.”
“For cheap Asian beans, it’s fine.”
She spat out compliments or curse words and continued drinking her coffee.
It’s like saying don’t interrupt me because I’ll enjoy the taste of coffee.
But the man asked her if she was trying to distract her from enjoying her coffee.
“What brought you to Russia?”
“You’re asking a strange question. Could I be Russian? Why did you make that decision?”
She was disturbed and shot the man as if she was in a bad mood. However, the man looked at her rather curiously and asked.
“I spoke to you in German, and you answered me, and you’re still answering me in German?”
“…Joy.”
Only then did she realize that she was speaking German with a man.
“Of course, just because you speak German doesn’t guarantee that you’re not Russian. You’re Russian and you could speak German fluently. But I… Oh, what should I call you?”
“Just call me whatever you want.”
“Okay. Then just be normal… OK. Can I call you Lady?”
Lady.
The witch laughed at the words the man spat out while thinking about it.
Because she showed with her whole body that she was not used to using the word lady.
She couldn’t help laughing when she used the word lady awkwardly, as if she were a boy imitating an adult.
“Lady has an aura that German people have. I don’t know what to say about this…There is a strange feeling that each person gives off. You may not know it at first, but as you travel around the world, you will automatically recognize it. So I was able to find out.”
Have you traveled all over the world?
‘A bluff.’
Odylia muttered to herself that men, old and young, are all bravado.
She raised her glass and drank her caffe latte to hide the sneer that naturally came to her face.
“Well, since I knew he was German, I couldn’t stay still.”
He took his bundle of papers out of his small bag and put them on the table. Then he held it out to her as if to read it.
『Survey on the interest of people in European cultures in their preferred abilities』
It was a questionnaire.
As soon as the Archwitch read the letter, she glared at the man as if asking what it was, and the man slightly avoided her gaze as if he was embarrassed and said,
“Sorry, sorry. For the sake of the study, I had to make a sample of 100 people for each European country… I made a mistake and left out one person…”
“…So what?”
“But the schedule is so tight that I have no choice but to come to Russia… I only need one person, but I can’t find any Germans at the airport… Then, I found Lay and D at the hotel. Yes…”
From noble mtl dot com
As if embarrassed, the man slightly shrank her body, looked up at her and asked.
“Can’t I…?”
Odilia said she said no and spurned her seat and tried to leave.
But at that moment, something caught her eye.
That’s Caffe Latte.
Coffee made with leadern Mysore Nuggets Extra Bold beans broke her prejudice that all Asian varieties are cheap.
If it was just a normal coffee, I might have thrown a wad of paper in the man’s face…
“…After.”
The high witch pointed her finger at the coffee the man hadn’t even tasted.
“Give me that coffee.”
“Yes yes.”
The man offered Odelia a cup of coffee. The foam moved as the coffee moved, and the Archwitch stared at it, then took a sip. Unlike the hot caffe latte, the cold coffee cooled her mouth and spread the aroma, and unlike the caffe latte that exploded with steam, the scent that settled down heavily, but more intensely and sharply stimulated her tongue. Down her neck.
“This coffee is fine too. Nitrogen coffee made from the same beans?”
“Yes yes.”
“Okay. I was just going to get up if this coffee doesn’t taste good, but I’ll do it for you. Take it instead and make it go away quickly.”
She took one of her pens from her purse and read her notes.
” Hello?
This questionnaire is a questionnaire to find out about abilities preferred by European cultures. Your answers in this questionnaire will be very valuable.
The answers used in this questionnaire will be used only for research purposes and will be kept confidential.
Thank you for taking your valuable time to fill out the questionnaire.
Please put a v or O mark on the question that applies to you.
If there is no content that applies to the question, please select Other and write the content.
1. What is your gender?
Man
Female
2. What is your nationality?
France
Italy
Uk ＜Br＞ Germany
…
3. Are you a power user?
O/X
3-1. If you are a power user, which power do you use?
(Please answer only those who answered O in question 3.)
…
…
…』
The questionnaire consisted of two pages, and the contents of the first page were not particularly special.
It was no different from the questionnaire handed out on the street asking for a moment.
Odilia roughly filled in the first page and looked at the next.
“This, the printing is wrong.”
The second page was so smeared with ink that I could hardly make out the letters.
No, it was so full of ink that I wondered if there were any letters in the first place.
“Huh? This shouldn’t be like this…”
Seeing the state of the second sheet, the man muttered in bewilderment.
Then, with a deep sigh as if the ground would disappear, he spoke to Odilia.
“I’m sorry… You took this time but because of another mistake on my part… Ha…”
“Well, I didn’t take a lot of time, so it’s okay.”
Odilia spat out the words like that.
Maybe it’s a word that can sound like consolation.
The man made an expression of amazement at Odylia’s appearance, and the great witch, who saw that expression, furrowed her eyebrows and glared at him as if she was annoyed.
“Why?”
“Oh, no. But… That. This paper. Doesn’t it look like a painting?”
The man was taken aback by Odylia’s sharp question and hurriedly turned her words away. He held up her piece of paper and showed it to her with the manner in which anyone could see that she was about to divert the subject.
The picture drawn on the paper looked like it had been spilled with ink, but looking at it still, it was true that it reminded me of something.
“I see.”
“Isn’t it interesting…? Uh… It seems to be similar to something, but I can’t remember it very well. Does Lady have anything that comes to mind?”
“Well, it looks like a hammer to me.”
“Oh, damn it. Oh! I had something for you!”
Her answer prompted the man to rummage through his bag.
“Ah, that… I have something for those who answered the questionnaire. It’s a souvenir…”
After rummaging through his bag for a while, he pulled out a book the size of his palm. The book was made of bible-like thin paper, and was quite fat for its small size. However, the cover showed a luxurious feel, probably made of leather.
“It’s a souvenir, nothing special. I hope you accept it.”
“What, give it to me.”
At Odylia’s arrogant words, the man smiled and pushed the book in front of her.
There were no special decorations or pictures on the cover, but it was full of letters that seemed to be written in cursive.
『 MALLEUS MALEFICARUM, M■leficas, & earum hæresim, ■t phramea p■tentissima conte■ens ]
The letters were crushed in between, but those letters were very familiar to Odylia.
She glared at the man with furious eyes.
“What’s this?”
A hammer that judges all witches and heretics like a spear.
It was the title of a book called Malleus maleficarum, which sparked a witch hunt.
＜BR＞