It was a terribly fuzzy feeling, not knowing right or left.
　Aisha looks at it in a meaningless, ambiguous sense, as if grasping for the sunshine. She looks at her father as she lies down in a small house with only two rooms, a slightly old house with a draught blowing through it, a house so nostalgic that it almost brings tears to her eyes.

　He is cooking, and Aisha watches him in a daze.
　There were several scars on his well-trained body, his large back reflected in his eyes, and Aisha was pacing her feet as she waited.
　On the other side of such actions, Aisha was a bit depressed.

　She really wanted to help.
　But as soon as Aisha grabbed the knife, her father became woozy and began to look at Aisha with concern, and it was no longer about cooking. That would annoy my father, who was busy as hell. So all Aisha did was sit quietly and stare at him.

　She wanted to help her father as much as she could.
　But cooking was no good. Whenever she grabbed a knife, she would cut her fingers, shatter the food, and cause him nothing but trouble. All Aisha could do was simple tasks like fetching water and washing the vegetables.

　Aisha can't stand to be bothered by the constant bothering, so she bows her head a little.
　She bows her head in frustration.
　She doesn't want to make eye contact, so she lowers her face to hide her helplessness.

　I can see now that it was probably the most annoying thing to my father to have that kind of expression on his face, but I think Aisha was just frustrated, sad, lonely, and unable to control her emotions at the time, so she did so.

　Whenever Aisha was lying face down, her father would call out to her.

I'm sorry, Aisha, can you bring the dishes over there?　And while you're at it, a wooden bowl for water--oh, not the big one, take it off.
　I'm sure it was caring.
　It must have been that kind of concern, to let Aisha do what she could, so that she could grow up little by little.
　But at that time Aisha couldn't think of anything like that.
　The only thing that makes her happy is the realization that she is being depended on by her beloved father, and she nods her head.

'Yeah, I'll take it now, dad!





　-- A soft voice reaches the bottom of my blank consciousness.

''--Sha--Aisha--''

　The same gentle voice as one day.
　The comforting sound was not well discerned by the vague Aisha, and the voice came out first before the thought could be put on.

''Hmm--Otou.........''
　Did she say that because she was sleepy, or did she utter it because she was dreaming of memories she once had? Aisha tried to grasp the void with the palm of her hand, which was stretched out harshly and fragilely, and-----suddenly a warmth was transmitted to her hand.


　A dazzling light shone through my dim vision.

'Good morning, Aisha.'

''Yes ... yes ... good morning ...''

　The sleepy-eyed Aisha rubbed her eyes once and immediately blinked and opened her eyes with a blink.
　Her vision gradually widened. Aisha sat pouting on a soft, warm bed in an inn room that was probably bigger than Aisha's house.
　Looking at Nacht holding her hand and the warm breakfast laid out on the table, she almost gets her head around the fact that she's overslept again.
　When she looks at Nacht, she smiles happily, as she always does, and Aisha feels even more guilty. It was a conflict of heart that Aisha felt because of her great sense of responsibility.

''Why didn't you wake me up........!　
　A chaotic whirlwind of emotions constricted Aisha as her great anger at herself, her small anger at Nacht, and her envy of the Lord, who could do anything, grew too great.
　She could do everything with such ease that Nacht didn't even need Aisha to do it.
　As if he was looking into Aisha's mind, Nacht said, as if he were looking into her heart.

I'm making breakfast just for Aisha - don't be so repulsive, let's eat together. Eating alone is tasteless. Besides, don't you think Aisha would like some silvery white rice cooked in a clay pot?

　Gentle and sweet, the Lord's words are gentle and sweet, and Aisha can't stop her cheeks from loosening even as she resists.
　Aisha can't hide the rapture she feels as tears threaten to spill out of her eyes at the Lord's constant words of needing you.
　But it was too unworthy to continue, and a small rivalry made Aisha open her mouth.

''But I'm Nacht-sama's squire, so I'll take care of the chores!
　Lord Nacht was so famous in the trading city that no one knew about him. When his exploits in the recent Demon Dragon Conflict were widely publicized, the citizens had a strong admiration for Nacht. Although not as much as Nacht, Aisha was also recognized as a hero's follower, and Aisha was making an effort to be worthy of being a follower. Of course, the voices of the people around him don't particularly bother him, he just wants to be of service to Nahat.

　It's a good thing that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to be able to get your hands on any of these things.

I'll leave it up to you when Aisha is able to do it--but Aisha's job is to eat well and sleep well first, and grow up to be worthy of me--
　That was a nasty answer.
　Aisha is working on a lot of things right now. The most important thing is to be strong. At the very least, she wants to be strong enough to keep up with Nacht's journey. In order to do so, the power that she has in her nature and the power given to Nahat. I'm trying to control these two powers, which are too powerful, little by little. In order to be able to handle magic, I've been trying to read small books called beginner's magic lectures or something like that, and I've been trying to grab a sword that I can't do and fail in thirty minutes.

　In order to read a single grimoire, he had to make use of characters he had memorized halfway through the book, and he had to start over from learning the words and characters, which was just as hard. On the other hand, unlike Aisha, Nacht was truly substandard, and he was able to understand the common human characters that he would have said he had never seen before in just a few hours. Aisha had gone from being a teacher to being taught in just a few hours.

　There was no way that Aisha, who had nodded in agreement with Nacht's suggestion that she should gain more knowledge and had to read and learn about arithmetic, history, philosophy, and other books that made no sense to her, would ever be able to cook.
　Besides, Aisha is not very good at cooking. She can't afford to waste Nacht's expensive ingredients in a situation where she can't cook satisfactorily, so Aisha has no choice but to take advantage of Nacht's goodwill.

　Seeing Aisha in conflict, Nacht was still smiling happily.
　And Aisha knows that Nacht's favoritism is not as strong as this.

I'm not going to be able to get it right. Here, ahhh.
　Saying that, Nacht took the silver shari in his chopsticks and brought it to Aisha's mouth.

''Huh--''
　Aisha was bewildered, and the scent of appetite stimulating scents began to irritate her nostrils. Gulping, her stomach rumbled and her cheeks were stained with shame.
　Aisha knows that the rice, faintly wet and gleaming white and silver, is not just any rice.
　Although wheat was the predominant food in the village exclusively, rice was not out of circulation either, and she could recall the taste of the bean porridge her father used to serve her.

　However, the rice that Nacht prepared for us was sweet and had a strange and pleasant texture.
　The flavor is so overwhelmingly delicious that Aisha doesn't think she deserves it, Aisha knows, having been fed it many times.
　So there is no way that the hungry Aisha can resist the temptation, and her mouth approaches the chopsticks that are offered to her without saying a word.
　She wanted to say that she wasn't a child, but her open mouth was saying something else.


　The moment she dipped her own mouth into the silvery white rice offered to her and chewed it. The violent flavor that never gets old no matter how many times you taste it violated Aisha's mouth and blew away her sense of guilt.

''Huh--''
　All that was left was a feeling of unspeakable happiness.
　Aisha leaned against the Lord, Nahat, as if she were being kneecapped by him, and though she thought it was rude, the dependence that grew as she looked at him told her that she didn't want to leave, and Aisha snuggled up to Nahat to comply.

'Is it good?'

Yum!
　His mouth opened in a conditioned reflex and he said the words.

'Then we need to eat more, see, Aisha--ahhhh.
　Aisha, with a somewhat debauched expression on her face, was already at the mercy of the Lord.

'Yes!　Uh-oh.
　Aisha opened her mouth wide and became passive like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
　Aisha just smiled at the unknown flavors that were thrown in one after another.
　Every once in a while, just seeing the Lord holding out his chopsticks to Nacht-sama and eating them made Aisha happy, and she threw away her usual resolute sense of responsibility, wondering if anything else would suffice. It was only now that she and Nahat were alone, that Aisha was also able to act sincerely spoiled.

''Ahh.''
　How many times in the world?
　The moment Aisha was about to open her mouth again. There was a clatter, and the door opened.
　And Aisha's eyes, which sloppily sipped her food as if she was being cared for, and Krista's eyes, which were about to enter the room, crossed.　

''Well I'm sorry, did I interrupt you...''

What the hell...

　Aisha let out an unvoiced scream. She was so engrossed in her meal that she couldn't hear the knocking in her ears.