It's nighttime, when everyone is asleep. I was sleeping in the attic as usual when I woke up.

When I opened my eyes, moonlight was shining through the window, faintly illuminating my bedroom.

When I looked out of the window, the town was naturally covered with darkness and there was not a single person in sight.

The only light source was the entertainment district of the city.

It is night, and not a good time to get up.

After confirming this, I turn my eyes away from the window and lie down on the bed again.

Then I meditate, trying to sleep again.

I wonder how many minutes, how many dozens of minutes have passed.

Usually, I can resume sleep immediately, but today, I could not fall asleep.

I slept when I was at the reception desk, and I slept in the hammock during my break time.

I took a nap in the hammock during my break time.

I can't help but feel light-headed thanks to this.

I can't decide whether to keep rolling over in bed or just wake up.

If this were my previous life, I would have stayed in my room reading manga, watching anime, or playing video games, waiting for sleepiness to come, but that is not the case.

In such a case, I should read books, but I have read everything I have at home, so I don't feel like reading again.

As I was lying on my bed wondering what to do, I felt a little hunger.

A little hunger that would not bother me in normal times.

But if it was a boring night when I couldn't sleep, it would bother me.

Maybe I woke up hungry?

It is common for children with a high metabolism to get hungry in the middle of the night. It is possible that this is what woke you up.

So, if you eat a small meal, your stomach may growl and you may feel sleepy.

But is it right to eat at this late hour of the night?

The only activity I can do after that is to go to bed. If I eat a meal in the middle of the night, which does not burn much calories, most of it will be fat.

Fat is obvious!

But now I am a twelve-year-old kid with a high metabolism. I burn a lot of energy, and since I don't have the convenience of a car or train, I move around a lot and burn a lot of calories.

I can eat a little bit of food at night and not gain weight, can't I?

Such whispers of the devil echoed in my mind.

In a previous life, Kenta Shukuya (twenty-seven years old) would have been out. But now he is Tori, twelve years old. He is overwhelmingly young. There is nothing to fear.

Okay, let's eat our dinner.

With the cause of youth in my heart, I leave my hesitation and quilt behind and stand up.

Grabbing the lamp, I slowly climb down the ladder, trying to make as little noise as possible.

The living room is dark, but I don't want to wake my father and the others if I use the lamp here, so I move on without using it.

The view is dark, but this is the house you have lived in for many years. I know intuitively how far we have to go to get to the stairs.

We slowly descend the stairs, stepping forward and backward. Perhaps it is because of the quietness of the inn, but there is an unpleasant creaking sound echoing through the house.

I slowly make my way down the stairs so as not to disturb the guests, and I reach the kitchen.

Once I have reached this point, any noise I make will not echo upstairs.

I lighted the lamp and the kitchen became dimly visible.

Now let's see what we have left over.

With lamp in hand, he opens the magic refrigerator.

The cool air drifts from inside, and it feels good.

It is a useful tool for storing foodstuffs, although the cold air cannot be adjusted like a refrigerator.

As long as you serve meals at an inn, a magic stove that can easily light a fire and a magic refrigerator that can preserve ingredients while keeping them fresh are indispensable.

That's why we have one of each, but we don't have enough room to use them in our private life, so they are not installed in the living room.

It seems that my mother and father bought it with the money they saved up when they were adventurers, and it seems that I am still a long way from having an ice grimoire in my bedroom.

Oops, I'll damage the ingredients if I leave it open too long. I have to check the ingredients.

If you leave the magic refrigerator open, the cold air inside escapes outside, so it is quick to check it.

Looking inside, you can see that it is already used for preparing breakfast. Beef, pork, chicken, vegetables, etc. with seasonings kneaded into them are placed.

These are probably for tomorrow's breakfast or lunch. So, if you touch them, you will be scolded.

At first, I take out the ingredients that I can see at a glance, but I do not think I will be scolded if I use them.

On the table were sausage, cabbage, bread, and various seasonings such as tomato sauce. .......

There are many other ingredients, but these are the ones that I don't think they would be offended if I use.

When I saw these, I immediately thought of the dishes I should make.

Okay, let's make hot dogs.

I like that. A big sausage in a bun with tomato sauce. It's perfect for a small dinner when I'm hungry.

I know, right, Natalie?

I turned around and almost shouted out, but was prevented by Natalia's slender hand covering mine.

I looked at Natalia, who was smiling innocently as if the prank had succeeded and was shushing me with her index finger.

I was almost confused, but the sight of her made me calm down.

'Furiho. Can you put your finger on it? (Thank you. Can you take your hands off me now?)

'Yeah? I don't know what you're saying.

Well, that's because he covered his mouth with his hand.

After a while of gazing and giggling, Natalia seemed satisfied and let go of my hand.

'So, what are you doing here? I thought you were working today.''

Natalia is a prostitute working in a high-class brothel. In the middle of the night like this, she should be working.

'I had a reservation for a client who couldn't make it today, so I had to call it a night.

'I see. You didn't take any other customers?''

When you are as popular as I am, you can't take a client without an appointment because it would ruin your reputation. Also, I would be taking other girls' customers.

There is a hint of annoyed but subtle bravado in his voice. He is so sure of himself.

In fact, Natalia is said to be the most popular prostitute in Rubera. But even the most popular has its own hang-ups. It seems like it's not easy to get a clientele.

But Tori can come anytime without an appointment.

'I'm a minor. ......'

In case you're wondering, there's a rule that no one who hasn't reached the age of majority can enter or leave a brothel.

Oh, you're so hard. Not everyone follows such a rule. Then let's go to one of those brothels instead. It doesn't matter there.

'Um, uh, give me a break, will you?'



I decided to raise the white flag, because I didn't think I could beat Natalia with my mouth.

I was just kidding. What was Tori doing? Cooking studies at this time of night?''

Natalia likes to tease me, but she's not the kind of devil who'd go after me when I'm in real trouble. I was a little relieved that she had backed down.

Because now Natalia had just returned from the whorehouse and was dressed as a high class prostitute, not in her usual disheveled attire.

Her hair was neatly coiffed and she was even wearing a hint of makeup. She is not wearing a messy negligee, but a dress with a bold opening at the bust. To be frank, she is even more beautiful than usual.

Even I, who had experienced in my previous life, would get nervous if I was approached by such a beautiful woman in the middle of the night, and it is not good for my heart.

However, it is obvious that I will be teased even more if I show such weakness, so I don't say anything about it. I answer him, trying to keep my composure.

No, it's not that. I'm a little hungry and can't sleep, so I thought I'd have a night snack.

'Oh, so you were going to make hot dogs.

'That kind of thing.'

'Hey, Tori. I'm hungry too.

Natalia makes sweet noises as she holds them close.

As she does so, Natalia's ample breasts are touching her shoulders and arms. The blissful softness of her breasts almost makes my face slacken, but I can't let her tease me about being an erotic child, so I manage to hold on by sheer force of will.

I can't let him tease me with his eroticism, so I manage to hold on by sheer force of will. And don't get too close to me.

'Oh, my God, you're so cute, you're so shy.

Natalia pats me on the head.

Hot dogs are easy to make, but with Natalia, I'm afraid I'm going to have a hard time.