He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly

11 – Her story (2)

I introduced him to a restaurant I frequented, where I had to save money.

The more I tell him what I know, the more I feel that I am getting closer to him.

I feel grateful to him for accepting what I am teaching without hesitation and simply accepting things that could obviously be uncomfortable with a serious expression.

They say it’s not easy to admit what you don’t know.

‘Who are you to teach me’

‘It’s only about being a receptionist that you know what you’re talking about’

‘Does he think he’s proud just because he has a nice face?’

Was it once or twice that I was despised by hearing such words?

Of course, he was put in such a danger because he didn’t suspect me, but…

That’s why I teach him carefully one by one.

“Hey, do you?”

The reason I am cutting the meat and handing it to him now is to teach him carefully.

“…Cutting meat is something I can do -“

“This meat can be tough or soft depending on how you use it. If you know how to eat it, it’s a very good value for money, but if you don’t know, you’d rather chew Minotaur skin, right?”

Indeed, this meat is. Of course, if you ask me if it’s absolutely difficult, it’s not.

But his bewildered face was something that made me smile.

It was the kind of reaction that made me understand the smile my father used to teach me.

“eww…”

“Hurry up, good meat gets cold?”

“Ah,” he said, biting the meat hanging from the end of the fork he held out.

“Um… um!”

The more he chewed, the more he smiled on his face.

This is probably the same smile that my mother smiles as she prepares a meal for us and sees the family members enjoying themselves.

“it is delicious!”

“Eat more. Come on.”

While clattering, clattering, squeeze the knife lightly and slicing through the meat, another piece disappears into his mouth.

“Uh, by the way?”

Well, well, he chewed and swallowed the meat and spoke as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“I thought Ellie was simply the receptionist at the inn, but when I saw her inside the dungeon, she seemed to be much stronger than that. Did you ever explore dungeons before working as a receptionist?”

“Ah, yes. When I was young, I often explored dungeons with my father. We drew maps of dungeons and sold them, or gave the loot we gained from exploring to people in need and received food in return.”

It’s a thing of the past now.

“It’s been hard to do that kind of work since my father got hurt. If my father got hurt in the dungeon and I got hurt, no one would be able to support my family. That’s why I ended up working at an inn. However, with my good looks and meticulous personality, I got the job as a receptionist.”

Again put the meat in his mouth. Now, if you pick up a fork like a baby bird waiting to be fed, it will automatically open its mouth…

“bout.”

He chews on the meat and enjoys the texture.

“Gulp. Hee, then it’s no wonder that you know a lot about dungeons, right?”

“Yes. At least to some depth, I explored with my father when I was a kid. Of course… I don’t think I’ll get that far now that my skills have diminished.”

“Eh, I don’t intend to go that deep.”

With a clatter, he took a spoonful of the fried rice in front of him and put it in his mouth. He opened his eyes and enjoyed the taste for a while.

“Because I want to do this for a living.”

“Is there any other purpose in particular?”

“Yes. I read that… I heard that if you reach the deepest part of the dungeon and win, you’ll get something wished for, right?”

“That’s right. The heroic stories and legends of this world all start with the dungeon conqueror.”

The king of Ain, the iron lord, and the absolute realm of the elves that my father had told me about… Those scenes passed through my mind.

“By the way… I don’t have that much power, and I don’t really have any urgent tasks. I’m satisfied as long as I can live moderately.”

Yum, he said once more and brought the spoon to his mouth.

“is that so.”

I cut the last piece of meat in half and put it on his plate.

“I…well, that’s a thing of the past – I had a reason.”

“For what reason?”

Should I tell him this? The thought passed by.

Maybe it’s because he’s someone who might listen… It might be okay to tell him.

But maybe that’s too insignificant.

I’m his slave Of course, he is giving me more than enough kindness and favor… but there is a limit to relying on his kindness.

I don’t think it’s good to ask for more than this.

“Tell me. I’d like to hear the reason. Are you… are you having trouble with it?”

He gently put down the fork and knife he was holding and leaned forward with his hands resting on the table and looked me straight in the eyes.

Looking at those warm eyes makes me feel warm.

The feeling of something overflowing from your heart and slowly immersing yourself in a hot bath.

In that mood, the expression on his face naturally loosened up, and I gently layered mine on his outstretched hand.

“…ah?”

I could barely touch it, but his face turned red.

Enjoying the look on his face, unable to take his eyes off the hand that trembled, he rested his chin on the other hand.

Didn’t he glance at me, turn his eyes to the touching hands, then suddenly pull them out and lower them under the table?

“ah,”

A sigh I let out without even realizing it. But seriously, at that moment, I shivered slightly at the chilling air around me.

Tak, his ears pricked up once, then fluttered and folded again.

In the awkward atmosphere, he suddenly opened his mouth.

“Uh, I have a question.”

“Yes, whatever.”

Clearing his throat once, he points his finger over my head.

“I think my ears often prick up. Are you… can you control your movements, or… is it your emotions? Does it make you aware of those things?”

“…to pay so much attention to my ears, hehehe.”

My heart beats at his red face again.

After taking a breath and calming it down, I briefly explained it to him.

“I can control moving to a certain extent. In a public setting, if all my emotions are conveyed through my ears, it is unprofessional. At that time, I always strain my ears and try to stand upright. But… that’s right. .My ears express emotions. A dramatic change in emotion is when the ears straighten out, sink like this when I’m in a bad mood or droop… and flutter when I’m embarrassed.”

As it flopped, it showed him the shape of its various ears.

He opened it all the way, folded it halfway, then straightened it… He couldn’t take his eyes off it, and then he lowered his eyes slightly to look at mine and continued the story.

“…Is it okay if I tell you everything like that?”

“You asked, is it my duty to answer?”

“You’re not obligated to answer all of them. Make yourself a little more a slave… I’m sure you know what I mean.”

“Yes. I know.”

His kindness, his intentions. It’s been a long time since I didn’t know.

That’s how you told me all my questions honestly, but don’t say that to me.

There are degrees of kindness, and degrees of innocence,

It’s so alien to me to treat him this way after having wronged him unintentionally or unintentionally.

Especially, among the many people I’ve seen, perhaps the most.

He twitched his mouth for a moment, then lowered his head.

A lot of shyness, feeling a little lacking in something.

It pushes its subjectivity firmly and generously gives kindness, but when it is received generously with gratitude, it becomes more ashamed…

How can I be this lucky?

Living a better life than before as a slave to someone who must have been one of the countless people passing by, to the point where I doubted if there was a time when I was in despair.

It’s also like this… Happily, I can live while feeling the warmth.

To be able to talk about the future together with a person who cares about me, rather than worrying about the future alone.

A relationship with him that fits too well to be a coincidence, and started with a bad relationship to be called inevitable.

Surely, even to reverse it, I’ll tell him…

hehehe, it would be nice if that was possible, but maybe it’s just a useless delusion.

But based on his reaction, maybe it’s possible.

Maybe it’s because I don’t think I’m alone and drawing the future.

Again, out of the corner of my eye, I smiled lightly at the man wiggling his fingers under the table.

Unlike the many soggy eyes I’ve seen, it was so fresh that I lowered my head while not knowing what to do.

Shall we try to hold on a little longer?

“Is it okay if we move places?”