I worked really hard....I worked so hard that I don't think I've ever worked this hard before in my life, and I managed to overcome the biggest challenge of my life.
　I can still picture the feeling in my hand.......can I sleep tonight?

Kite........rice......please.
Oh, thank you.

　After the bath, I heard from Isis-san that she had prepared dinner for me, and this is another large dining room where I sit alongside Isis-san.
　I mean, it's such a big table, but to sit next to it.......we didn't even use a tenth of the table, but, well, it's typical for Isis-san.

　All of the food that Isis-san prepared for me looks simple and delicious, but it doesn't look like she didn't put it in a magic box...............................isn't it getting cold?
　As if to answer my question, a small magic circle floats in Isis-san's hand, and steam suddenly rises from the soup.

''Oh, oh........suddenly steam.
I have cast a state preservation spell.

　I see, I'm pseudo-using state preservation magic by using the magic box, but it seems that at Isis-san's level, I can do that degree easily.
　And while I'm moving my gaze to the food, Isis-san opens her mouth with a nervous look as she folds her hands in front of her hips in a small, fuzzy motion.

''........if I could make it.......properly........''
'What?　Did Isis-san make this for you?
"...um, yeah I don't usually ... eat food but Kite does. ....practice...
Mr. Isis.

　It seems that eating and sleeping are not essential for Ms. Isis and some high-ranking demons, but rather a hobby for them.
　It seems that Isis-san usually only eats sweets for tea, so it seems that she practiced cooking for me.

　I'm very happy and embarrassed at the same time, and after thanking Isis again, I reach for my food.

'Itadakimasu,'
Yes.

　The food that Isis-san made for me was something that left me feeling rather poorly prepared.
　It wasn't refined, it felt unfamiliar.......that's why I could feel that Isis-san had practiced it desperately with thought and error.
　Is that why.........?　The taste is not flattering, but this dish is impossibly delicious and most importantly, it warms my heart.

''It's ... very, very good.''
"...Really?　But.... but I... I don't cook at all...
'Well, you see, it's the same as what Mr. Isis said before.
...What?
'Because Mr. Isis made it for me and because you're here Mr. Isis it's much better than usual.
Kye .........

　This dish is really delicious, it's like the sincerity of Isis-san's heart comes through, and I can be truly moved by it.
　When I conveyed that thought to her, her eyes watered like she was overcome with emotion.
　The very cute appearance makes my heart jump unconsciously, and I hurriedly proceed with my meal in order to cover it up.


Yes?

　

''Yes ... yes ... ah ...''
What?　Huh?　Hey, hey ... Mr. Isis!　What are you doing all of a sudden?
He told me that if I did this for him when we were eating he'd be happy.
...who?
"...Chartier.

　Hey, boy, Phantom King come out here for a minute.
　What the hell are you doing?　Not only are you in the dark, but what strange knowledge you're instilling!

　No, no, it's more than that, this is the situation now.
　Isis-san is an honest person, so she completely believes the information the Phantom King said about me being happy, and she's coming here with 100% good intentions.
　Of course, it's not that I don't like doing this either, but.......it's absurdly embarrassing.

　It's easy to excuse myself, but that would probably make Isis-san look sad.
　I don't want Isis-san to look sad.....yes. As long as I put up with a little embarrassment, that's all that matters!
　Right, okay.....

Yes, thank you.
"...Huh?　
..............
...Yes ... is it good?
Oh, it's delicious.
Good.

　Again how did this happen?
　For the time being, I won't forgive you I'll complain the next time I see you.

　And one more thing........there's a lot of food here......you don't think I'm going to eat all of this?　

























Thank you for the meal.
Well ... yeah ... oh ... and dessert ... too.
"...what?　Oh, yes. Yes, I'll take it.

　I ate through the massive amount of food, which was much more than I had imagined, with the sole intention of making Isis-san happy, and finally let out a breath that it was over, but I heard there was still dessert to be served.
　 I'm not a man if I don't eat here!

　

''Ripple pie?''
''Well ... yeah ... Kite ... said he liked me ...''
Thank you.

　I sure do like apple pie.
　Apple pie was one of my mom's signature dishes... well, my mom wasn't a great cook, she could only make hamburgers and apple pie without a hitch.
　Anyway, I can say that apple pie is my mom's flavor and my favorite food... I don't know if I'm aware of it, but am I a motherf*cker?

...Yes.................
...ahhh...

　After all, they seem to do that with dessert as well, and I tried to eat the offered ripple pie, but then I suddenly realized that the situation was clearly different from the one just now.
　Earlier, he had used a fork and a spoon to offer it to me, but now Isis-san is now offering it to me by grabbing a handful of ripple pies.
　

　With even more nervousness than before, I eat the ripple pie.
　The sweet and soft ripple fruit is matched by the crispy pie crust, and the gentle taste spreads with a pleasant crunch every time I bite into it in my mouth.

　........I couldn't help but feel like crying.
　The ripple pie that Isis-san, who is not used to cooking, made for me tasted just like my mother's apple pie, which was not a good cook........It was a delicious taste that made me feel warm and fuzzy deep inside my heart.
　As I was being moved by the nostalgic taste, Isis-san suddenly seemed to notice something and reached out her hand towards me.

''It's ... attached.
Huh?　What?
...hmph.
''~~!

　Isis-san took a piece of pie crust from my mouth with her finger and brought it to her mouth with a very natural movement.
　My thoughts of the past are blown away by this action, and I can feel my face heating up tremendously.

　However, Isis-san didn't seem to be particularly bothered by it, and once again held it out to me with the ripple pie.......wait, wait, wait!　This is not good!
　A moment ago, Isis-san brought the pie crust from her finger to her mouth......and she's put her finger in her mouth once.
　And now, she's holding the ripple pie in her hand and trying to feed it to me.......and this time it's small because she took a bite of it earlier, so it would be unnatural if she didn't eat it in one bite.......that's, uh, indirect I think it's called a kiss.

"........Oh, um, Mr. Isis. I knew I'd have to....
'....eh....
'Oh, no, that's a lie!　I'll take it!

　I was about to say that I'd eat it myself, after all, but I instantly roared before the sad face that Isis-san put on.
　Mu, it's impossible!　I can't say I'll eat it myself after a look like that!

　Realizing that I couldn't escape, I opened my mouth to eat a piece of Ripple's pie.
　The soft fingers of Isis-san entered my mouth, and although it was only for a moment, I felt as if my face was going to boil from the faintly felt body heat.

　........But that's not the end of it. Because, well, there are seven slices of Ripple Pie left........

　Seeing Isis-san with a cute smile on her face and a new piece of paper in her hand, I was ready to accept the shame of the future.

　Dear Mom, Dad - it seemed that Miss Isis had learned to cook for me, and she treated me to a home-cooked meal. It was so delicious and I was happy about that feeling, but this shame play - couldn't I do something about it?