Leftover
Asch returned to the Taboo Mansion. He finally managed to chase away the idiot lass, and while briefly harbouring a sense of satisfaction, he returns to the study.
“……now then”
The task of penning again. The task of organising the massive amount of memories he wrote down the other day and compiling them into theories. They are mundane tasks, but they are necessary work.
・・・
26 hours passed, and the Dark Magician did a deep stretch. They’re mostly finished, and the documents used for sending to the academic conference are also compiled.
“I sure am hungry”
He mutters, goes down the stairs, and heads to the kitchen. Because Asch doesn’t hire a butler, he naturally does the cooking and such by himself. Both the cleaning, as well as the laundry, are troublesome tasks, but since he’s given an eternity, there’s no particular need to rush anything.
When he opens the storage, there are rows of food that had been cooked beforehand.
“”If you get hungry, please eat it. You have to eat carrots, you know――Mira””
“……”
Asch, without even a moment of hesitation, removed all the carrots that are in the dishes.
And then, he heats the food up without saying anything.
Blub Blub.
“……fuu, I guess it’s about time”
He closes his book, and while serving the dishes that were heated up onto the plate, he thinks about the matter of taking on Hazen＝Heim. He spent more than half of the 8 years he’s imprisoned on that. Already, the theory is completed, and the examination of the means to acquire the materials to construct that is also finished.
“However, even so, the chance of winning is 30%……good grief, what a terrifying mentor”
Warrior Angel Liplareuran. Wielding the Holy Sword Olydisk, slicing an enemy thousands of times in an instant. That body of it is far harder than any steel, not letting even a speck of fire, ice, lightning or earth through. The scariest of all is, the 『Conviction For The Crawlers』, which scatters condensed Holy Light matter and buries thousands of enemies. As expected, Asch is probably the only one who dodged that once, but it was completely beyond his expectation that it could do it consecutively. He got caught by the second time, and his body was blasted into pieces.
“I also, have a high ranking Demon like never before”
The Demon he summoned in the previous battle lost to the Warrior Angel, without being able to do anything. He needs, an even stronger Demon. No, not just that, a Demon that has chemistry with Asch, and can respond flexibly according to the strateg――
!?
“Is……is that lass, serious”
A hidden flavour that comes out faintly, as soon as he inserted the dish into his mouth.
In other words, carrots.
“Th……this too”
Without a doubt, every dish is using carrots as its hidden flavour.
A terrifying sense of imposition.
Unwittingly, the thoughts he was having thus far were blown away.
・・・
Munch Munch.
“……still, it sure was abnormal”
‘The world is, still messed up as always’, Asch strongly thinks.
A completely ordinary household, of a completely ordinary village. Over there, there’s a mother-like mother and a father-like father. Likely, their sons are also, son-like sons. It was a family like that.
A family like that is, selling off their daughter indifferently. What, is that, if not abnormal.
Likely, everybody in that village is abnormal normally.
With the one and only exception being Mira, a carefree airhead girl. ‘I’m surprised she turned out that chaotic’, he thinks. Rather, how do you raise a girl, for her to become like that.
“……no, I guess it has nothing to do with that idiot girl”
Occasionally, there’s a person like that. No matter what kind of family circumstances they’re born in, they themselves don’t change at all……no, a person who has to live all whilst being unable to change.
Whether or not that’s a blessing, is a different story though.
“Well……it has nothing to do with me……”
Munch Munch.
“……good grief……how much of a big eater does she think I am. There’s no way I can eat this much, right”
In the storage, there’s still a mountain of dishes. Mira was eating most of them, so he can’t finish eating it no matter what.
“If you’re going to say to not waste food, then I wish you’d at least adjust the amount”
Munch Munch.
“……”
It’s a given, but there’s no response.
Munch Munch.
“……uーuu, the taste of carrots is stuck in my mouth”
He somehow finishes eating and brings the dishes to wash.
・・・
“Maybe I need a butler……”
The Dark Magician, quietly, muttered.
