The Little Companion Of The Beast

Episode 13

[ Yesterday. All kinds of ingredients, alive. Olives. Fresh. Catch me. ]

‘This is the dish you made yesterday. The various ingredients tasted alive. The olives in particular were fresh and not covered in sauce. They tasted like they were trying to catch me!’

In Staria Tan, I just wanted to express in detail the delicious food I had prepared for the chef. However, due to the limitations of the flashcards, a distortion occurred.

The chef interpreted the taste review this way:

“I’d rather be eaten than live off of stuff like this…….”

“So, is the chef’s cooking the kind of cooking you want to end your life with?”

The chef suffered a considerable mental shock from the stigma attached to him by the head chef. Although it is said that the Amman race exchanges criticism as if it were greetings, the chef had his own sense of professionalism.

“Chef, are you okay? Can you lift the ladle?”

“Yes?”

“He’s gone crazy, he’s gone.”

In a bad mood, Taylor advised the chef to take a leave of absence.

“Do you know what they call this in the East? They say you’re possessed by money. If you don’t take action, you’ll go crazy. So, rest until you recover, okay?”

Starria unintentionally tarnished the chef’s career. The already low favorability ratings among employees reached a level where they were about to fall through the floor.

“You act so innocent, but you’re not an ordinary person.”

“The Lord has chosen me, so how can I be foolish?”

“I have to be careful. If I make a mistake, I’ll end up in trouble.”

Unlike before when they had secretly avoided her, the employees openly showed their dislike by treating her like an invisible person. Although Staria felt discouraged every time this happened, she had no intention of stopping being friendly with her.

Even if it’s to create a corner in the castle where you can hide, doesn’t it feel bad to be ignored?

It’s bad. It’s a little heartbreaking. But the reason Staria doesn’t give up is because she wants to tell Cassanna that she’s healthy and doing well like usual when she meets her again.

To give credibility to his words, he needed to make new friends.

Even if I say that I’m doing well, it’ll sound like a lie since I have aphasia. I introduce myself to my mother, who will surely blame herself.

‘Look. This is your new friend, ○○○. We can communicate without even speaking.’

So, we had to keep getting closer, if only to reassure my mother.

‘I hope you’re still alive?’

Suddenly, anxiety comes over me. To be honest, I was scared of Staria. I was afraid that I would never see my mother again. Even though I was trying hard to show it to my mother.

I worry and then feel relieved more than ten times a day, wondering if he has passed away.

‘You’ll be okay. He’ll definitely come get you.’

Staria, who had been slapped hard on the cheek, decided to wait, trusting her mother.

‘Okay, let’s try again.’

With her clinginess all over her body, she began to look for another target to become close to.

‘uh?’

Aren’t there glass shards scattered throughout the hallway that I hadn’t seen before? It looked like a crystal bottle on a shelf had fallen and broken.

Staria sat down on her knees and started picking up the glass.

‘ouch.’

I told myself to be careful, but I ended up getting pricked by a sharp, sharp point. As I brought my bloody finger to my mouth, a shadow fell over my head.

When I raised my gaze, I saw maid number 1 looking down at me. Among the maids, number 1 was the leader and was particularly difficult to deal with. Her blunt face made me feel like I had to apologize for any mistakes that weren’t made.

I wonder if he thinks I’m awake.

Staria hurriedly waved her hands and put together words.

[ I. Wake up. No. Glass. It’s dangerous. Clean up. ]

‘I didn’t break it. It was already broken. I was just cleaning it because the glass looked dangerous. If you step on it without seeing it, you could get hurt.’

There were some words that I forgot because I was in a hurry, but I think they were conveyed properly.

“It was Staria who was injured.”

[ It doesn’t hurt. ]

Staria, who had curled her injured fingers and hidden them behind her back, smiled awkwardly.

“Why don’t you just pretend not to know and come out and see the blood?”

[ Worry . ]

“…….”

At that, the first maid’s brow furrowed. Did she come forward and cause trouble for no reason?

While Staria was worried, Maid 1 started to clean up the glass that she hadn’t finished cleaning up.

“Which one!”

A sharp voice came out of Staria’s mouth. As if she had mistakenly thought she was holding a broom, the maid swept the pieces away with her bare hands. The glass was embedded in her palms with a careless movement. It looked painful just to look at, but maid 1 absentmindedly shook her hands.

“Hehehe.”

Staria grabbed the wrist of Maid 1 and examined it carefully. There was no way the skin where the sharp foreign substance had come out would be intact.

Phew~.

“it’s okay.”

A child who fell down at every opportunity knew how to relieve the pain.

Staria winked and said, “Leave it to me just this once,” and blew on the wound. I was worried that she would say no and throw it away, but 1 just stayed still and did as she said.

[ Sister. Mistake. Same. ]

‘Hehehe, even the maid makes mistakes sometimes? Jjijjippong!’

Staria was very happy to find something in common.

***

In the Cassio Empire, the season of tea parties has arrived. On the surface, it may seem calm, but among the noble ladies, a fierce competition is taking place. Depending on whose garden you are invited to, you will be the mainstay of the season.

Nancy, wearing a pink diamond brooch, looked into the mirror and frowned.

“It shines so brightly, but there’s nothing to show off… The jewel is so sad that it’s about to cry. Isn’t that right, Joshua?”

Joshua, who had been yawning as if he was bored, straightened up.

“I didn’t hear you. Could you say that again?”

“I’m sad that I can’t show off the gift that Borhard gave me. These days, it’s a popular season for young ladies to gather together, drink tea, and chat, so why is our salon so quiet?”

“Well, the prince has issued a gag order regarding the lady……”

“Joshua, are you ignoring Nancy because she’s a country bumpkin?”

Cold sweat ran down Joshua’s back. It would be better to go out to subdue mutants, it was completely unsuitable for him to be guarding a woman.

“Gossip tends to spread more the more it’s kept under wraps. Everyone knows that, right? Was Nancy wrong?”

“Well, well?”

“No, that won’t do. I have to send flowers to the queen of high society.”

“If you were to say the queen of society… who would you say?”

“Who are you? You are Lady Roxanne, the fiancée of Lord Borhard.”

For a moment, Joshua’s jaw dropped open. Even though he had only ever spent time with men, he knew that it was not normal for a government official to send flowers to his wife.

“Are you planning to become a sister to Young Roxanne?”

“Wow, that’s a good idea. Since we’re serving the same person, we should get along well, right? I find it childish for women to get jealous and plot against each other.”

As if nothing had happened, Nancy began to pick flowers.

“I like Dorisianthus. Its flower language is ‘until death do us part.’ Huh? It’s like a flower that blooms for our sisters. Don’t you think so?”

“…….”

Should I cut the bouquet and throw it away, or intercept it in the middle?

Joshua, who had no talent for thinking, desperately wanted to see Mulgin, who was crossing the border with his soles worn out.

***

Around lunchtime, a report appeared on Taylor’s desk. It was about the results of a backtracking subordinate sent into the desert to investigate.

[ We found the area where the subject of the investigation is believed to have lived, but it is clean without any trace. The smell of blood can be smelled on the ground, but no matter how much we dig, we cannot find a body. We will try to expand the search, but it would be best not to expect any survivors. ]

He was a man of unrivaled sense of smell. If he said there was no hope, then there was no hope. In other words, even if we searched further, the results would not change.

The report further stated that he could not find the evidence he sought regarding the descendants of Zoroaster.

But Taylor kept the option open. He couldn’t give up until it was clear that it wasn’t 100 percent.

He promised that he would definitely repay the favor he had received from his older brother in the past. It was possible that the buried covenant would be revived and passed on to his descendants.

“By the way, should I tell you?”

The truth is sometimes so harsh that it doesn’t care about circumstances.