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

12 – wish

What the hell is her reaction?

Like holding hands, making eye contact with me and occasionally making eye smiles, more than anything, that expression when you take your hands off your hands.

Her reaction, when her smiling face stopped for an instant, made my heart skip a beat.

I thought about it, but… her face rather helped to get rid of those thoughts.

As beautiful as she was, with sharp eyes, she was like a flower on a cliff, as people say.

Besides, the long, soft, fluffy, warm ears kept reminding me of the memories of the time when I put the hood on…

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Really, it’s difficult.

Just by looking in her direction, the surrounding characters and background naturally blur, leaving only her.

When I see her bright smile, my face naturally heats up, so I lower my head because I don’t want to show an embarrassing face.

Leaving the empty plate behind me, I slowly walked out of the restaurant.

“Hey, over there!”

As I was about to open the door and leave the store, I heard an urgent shout from the waiter behind my back.

Turning around… what kind of prisoner is this?

Anyway, isn’t the female prisoner dressed in plain clothes holding Ellie’s hand?

“…Mr. Ale?”

“Ellie! Ellie, that’s right! I heard the news. Are you okay? Are you not hurt?”

Ellie’s eyes widened as soon as she saw her, and then she held her hand.

“Yes… oh, I…”

It took a while for me to greet her, but Ellie turned around and looked at me.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Move aside-“

“No, it’s okay if you stay by my side.”

I said yes and grabbed my arm.

My arm touched something pleasant, the soft yet rustling fabric, and I felt a warm warmth within no time.

Even though the arms were telling the brain, ‘I’m caught’, the eyes didn’t believe the sight.

as well as the brain.

Common sense makes it impossible.

Hold my arm because I miss such a beautiful person?

“…Me, Mr. Marcus?”

Knock, and a hand comes up on his shoulder.

“Are you all right?”

“Ah, ah? Uh… I’m meeting an acquaintance, can I be there?”

As I tried to avoid her gentle gaze at me, I barely managed to say anything with a flushed face.

Stutter, stutter… as it cut off. I was breathing too much.

Damn, isn’t that too trembling?

“…Ahahahaha, hahahahaha!”

Laughter bursts out in front of you.

Did you say Ale? The prisoner employee covered his mouth and held his stomach while laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was rude. I’m sorry. I must have been worried.”

After laughing for a long time and wiping away her tears, she bowed deeply to greet me.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ale Hall, an employee of L’Illbrier. I’m acquainted with Ellie Michel.”

“Oh, it’s Marcus A. That… I’m with Ellie Michelle…”

what to do The… housemate? It’s a bit hard to just say he’s the owner… isn’t it?

“This is my master, Ale.”

Before I could finish my words, Mr. Ellie smiled at Mr. Ale and finished my words.

“Ah, yes, yes. That… that’s right. I’m the owner… But, is it okay to say this?”

“Of course, we promised to call each other by name, but outside, you need to be firm with your name, Mr. Marcus.”

Hee, as I was nodding my head while giggling, I suddenly felt something strange and turned my eyes to Mr. Ale.

“Eh – what is it? Between the two of you, like that?”

“Swuh” I answered, reflexively ducking back as her face and her long, sharply erect ears pricked up.

“no!”

It seems that the voice came out too loud.

The eyes of the customers in the restaurant immediately turned to us, then returned to their food or to their companions.

But that didn’t stop me from being embarrassed.

“…I’ll have to move.”

Leaning toward me, she quietly approached the door, and as if saying goodbye, she lightly bowed to Mr. Ale.

“I think we have to go. Isn’t Mr. Ale busy too?”

“Eh, well. We have to move again soon. It was nice to see you again, Mr. Ellie.”

“Me too. Then.”

“…Ah, yes. Excuse me!”

I raised my hand and waved it like that, then I opened the door and stepped out of the restaurant.

“Then, where shall we go now?”

“Let’s go to the room and talk a little bit more, Mr. Marcus.”

“Let’s do that, then.”

***

With a sigh, hot steaming tea was poured into the cup in front of me.

Next, pure white hot milk mixed with light brown tea.

“Can I have some sugar?”

“…Uh, I’ve never had tea like this before, so I don’t know what to do.”

I never thought milk tea would exist here.

She shrugged and shrugged, and she smiled and held up the sugar cube with tongs.

“Then can I add it according to the amount I put in? If it’s not enough, I’ll add a little more sugar. If it’s too much, I’ll add a little more milk and tea.”

“Please do so.”

With a click, the sugar cube went into the cup, and soon the pure white color slowly faded.

“…Is sugar hard to come by?”

The setting is a medieval fantasy. There was no advanced processing technology or anything like that.

Of course, I could come across magical objects and devices occasionally, but when I saw that I received free hot tea, milk, and even sugar cubes at the inn, I had questions.

“No. Sugar is a common condiment in dungeons. Tea leaves and milk come from farms and fields, but sugar and syrup can be obtained from plant-type monsters.”

“What layer does it come from?”

“I remember that it was common on the 3rd and 4th floors. It is often dropped as a loot, and once dropped, a bundle falls in a leather pouch.”

“aha.”

It remains.

“And tea and milk are basically provided free of charge in the evening at the inn.

“Suh,” she said, and gently pushed the cup toward me.

“Try it.”

I lifted the cup and blew on it, then took a sip and put it in my mouth.

It was surprisingly pleasant that the scent of tea remained in the nose while being fragrant. And this weak sweetness.

Should I say it’s a role that makes you drink a little more?

After taking two sips without speaking, I was able to put the cup down.

“…Delicious!”

“I’m glad you got it right.”

With a sigh, she pulled the chair back and took a sip of her tea as well.

“…Thank you for giving me such a leisurely life.”

Suddenly, she, who had been looking out the window in silence, opened her mouth.

“I’ve lived my life being hit by work and weighed down by a sense of duty, I. Did I tell you?”

“…it was.”

“My wish is for everyone in my family to live happily, prosperously, and without any pain. Every day, I shed tears in worry and anxiety… It’s not that I don’t want nothing to happen the next day, it’s that I wonder what I can do tomorrow. To live the life you can imagine.”

A surprisingly simple wish, but a form of life that not everyone can easily have.

Living a worry-free life is never easy. Right now, I am also worried about what to do tomorrow and how to be happy.

“In short – do you think you want to think about something fun? What to eat with your family tomorrow, where to go on an outing… But after years of facing everyday life where you can’t do that, it feels like something is broken. Have you heard anything?

It was none other than Marcus who got me out of that life. I am so grateful for that. Surely you could have been a little rougher, and you could have ignored my story. Even now, you might be listening to what I’m saying because it’s annoying, or you might get tired of it…

Fufu, if you look at me with such serious eyes, you’ll be pretty embarrassed.”

Were you staring at me like that?

“No, I’m not asking you to look the other way. I’ve been quite… lonely. It’s the first time I’ve felt such pure kindness and kindness from someone outside of my family. I’d like a little more.”

Dalgrak, and the cup is placed.

With a sigh, the chair is pushed back.

“…It hasn’t been long since we met, but can I ask you a favor?”

She moved lightly and slowly and cautiously knelt in front of me.

“Will you stroke it with that warm hand?”

“Ahh?”

Now I wanted to believe that my ears were also strange. But her red eyes were shining and looking right at me.

“…Is this a rude request?”

To be honest, I missed the feel of her ears.

She allowed me to touch it freely now.

But is it really okay?

“…Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen my family for so long. We haven’t met in less than a week. So far -“

“I’ve got enough favors that I don’t even need a week. And, above all, if you’re a really bad person, you can say that Marcus is a great actor?”

He whispered, his ears tilted, and he gently sat on my arm.

“So please. Can you pet me?”