TEASER CHAPTER 8 PART 50
The Guest House.
One of the school
facilities used for the opening ceremony. It is also where Nozomu lives now.
Returning to the guest
house, Nozomu entered through the main gate and went straight to the
residential section of the building.
When he opened the
door to the dining room, he was greeted by an appetizing aroma.
"Welcome home,
Nozomu, you're late."
"Yeah, I'm home,
Iris."
A black-haired girl
greeted Nozomu upon his return.
She was probably doing
some cooking. Irisdina stood in the kitchen, which is attached to the dining
room, wearing an apron over her regular clothes.
The bell of her hair
ornament, which adorned her, made a shrill and refreshing sound.
"The meal will be
ready in a minute, you can go wash your body first."
"A-, alright, thank you. I'll take you up on your offer
then..."
Nozomu and Irisdina
were currently living together in this guest house.
Considering their
special circumstances, this is a natural arrangement.
Of course, they are
not alone. Two teachers are living with them as supervisors.
The teachers who live
together with them are Inda, Jihad's second-in-command, and Anri, Nozomu's
homeroom teacher.
However, according to
Irisdina, they have not yet returned from the academy.
Incidentally, the
other Francilt family members are being taken care of at Madame Parline's
mansion.
The place where the
Francilt mansion used to be has literally been cleared, so Madame Parline took
care of them.
After cleaning off the
day's dirt and getting dressed in the simple bathroom provided, Nozomu went
straight back to the dining room.
"Sorry to keep
you waiting."
"Oh, just in
time. It's ready just now, so let's eat it right away."
Dinner was already
laid out on the table.
Bread, stew, and
salad. And a grilled wurst. It was a typical commoner's dinner.
Nozomu took his seat
and first put a spoonful into the stew.
Meat simmered with
animal milk and a variety of vegetables danced in the bowl.
The aroma of the milk
and melted vegetables stimulated his nose, and his throat naturally started to
salivate.
Nozomu gently put the
spoon into his mouth, trying to appease his stomach's urge to hunger.
"... It's
good!"
The spoon naturally
kept moving. Such words were unintentionally leaked out as the umami taste
spread in his mouth.
Seeing Nozomu's
reaction, Irisdina's mouth was smiling happily.
"Thank you. I've
never done home cooking before, so I was a little worried."
Irisdina said that
although she had learned about this kind of cooking, she had hardly ever
practiced it.
However, it turned out
to be quite delicious. The vegetables that melted in one's mouth went well with
the stew, which had a concentrated flavor.
Above all, the warmth
and comforting feeling of the stew naturally permeated into the body.
