Lunches at Bright's house are not luxurious.

After all, his mother died early, and all the housework fell on a man. Even if he is as strong as Cassius, he cannot juggle the work of a guerrilla, read the newspaper, drink, go out, go on vacation, cook, fish, and do housework, after all, no matter how strong he is, his day is only 25 hours.

(Note: This is not a mistake here, there is a method of calculating time in Japan for 25 hours a day.) It is also clearly mentioned in the trajectory of the trajectory that there are more than 24 hours a day in the trajectory world. ）

The mustachioed man with an unreliable smell put on his apron, and the sound of various kitchen utensils began to come from the kitchen.

You sat a little stiffly, his body tense and straight.

He had no experience eating at other people's homes. I ate with Crutz a lot, but it was a "family" situation. If it was a case of "getting along with hospitable strangers", would it be different? What do humans do at such times?

Confusing and complicated questions like these pop up one after another.

Helping to set the dishes, Estelle and Joshua sat across from You. Estelle swings her feet with girlish feelings, and her white and red sneakers rub the ground one after another. Although she is not yet an adult, Estelle will no longer be in the embarrassing situation of sitting on a chair and not being able to touch the floor with her feet.

Dangling your feet?

This is...... And what? Etiquette? No, or is it a personal interest? It could also be some kind of hint...... Is it a password? What is the communication in terms of the length of friction? Or is it a code? No, no, no, think about it, this is the home of the guerrillas, so ...... The most likely outcome is......

Assassination with a signal? Is it a way to lure a reluctant client into his home, pretend to be a dinner party, and then send a signal in this way?

The world of guerrillas is really dirty. But...... Who is the recipient?

Yu's eyes couldn't help but glance at Cassius, who was cooking on the side. But just happened to meet the moment when this keen middle-aged man turned around, his eyes were staggered, and You quickly looked away.

Yes. Cassius's level, if he really wants to deal with anyone, he naturally disdains to use this method. That said, in fact...... Is it the little boy over there? Thinking about it this way, too, he has been staring at me since just now......

Enemy?

No, no, it's not time to act rashly...... The situation is still unclear, and acting haphazardly will only cause problems for Krutz.

Yu's mind gradually weaves up a grand dark story.

Of course, these are all fictions. Estelle was just in a good mood when she smelled the grilled fish. But how can a person who was born a slave and only lives with men understand the "girl's heart"?

Joshua also noticed that Yu-Tatsumi's expression was becoming more and more unnatural. From the moment he first met Yu Tatsumi, he felt a sense of disobedience.

The man, though gentle and non-aggressive, gave Joshua a strange sense of discomfort. I always felt that this man was ethereal, like a mirage, although he could see it, but he couldn't touch it, in essence, he didn't exist here.

That's it, Joshua kept looking him up and down.

Is it the person who formed the association?

No, with the strength of the association, there is no reason to let such a weak person come. Whether he came to assassinate my father or to take me back, his level is not good enough.

As a mere visitor, do I think too much?

In this way, the two of them, with inexplicable hostility in their hearts, sat silently waiting for the meal to begin, only Astelle hummed a little song unconsciously.

In a short time, Cassius had his lunch ready.

Some of the charred fish was the main course, along with a simple fruit salad and corn bisque, and to make up for the lack of meat, Cassius opened a special can of cans. It's kind of a level of hospitality to the customer.

"Ahh Sure enough, next time it should be baked less time. Sorry, lunch was a bit shabby. ”

He said this with a casual smile on his face. That's a completely different type of performance than Crutz.

Human beings, not only look different, but also have different attitudes towards the world? I remembered.

You silently remembered the useless knowledge, folded his hands very formally, and said that I started.

Then he carefully picked up the chopsticks and stretched them out with some trembling.

If you don't have experience, you don't dare to try it.

You don't want to be seen as different. It doesn't matter emotionally, it's okay to be treated as different. But once a person is treated as a different person, he has to endure the punishment of being watched. You don't like - super annoying - to be noticed. That would only add to his peaceful life.

Cassius smiled bitterly, and said in his heart that this man was too restrained. Then, he thought about what he had mentioned when he was communicating with his old friend before.

“…… Because he had been whipped and attacked by wild beasts all over his body, and because of the color of his hair and eyes, I felt that he had probably escaped from that country......"

That country refers to Saiaʹaʹa. Cassius can't be mistaken about this. If the Kingdom of Liber is a man, then the Erebonian Empire and the Republic of Calvard are giants. And Saiaru, it's a flash flood, a tsunami. It's not just about energy, it's about species.

Comparing human beings to natural disasters is vexatious. For people from other countries, Saiyaru is this kind of existence.

I had long heard that slavery was practiced in that country, and if he really escaped from there, then the tights on his body could be understood. It's to prevent the wound from being exposed.

This stiff character is too. According to Krutz, when he was first picked up by the Guerrilla Society, he could curl up in a corner alone for a whole day without saying a word for several days. Whatever he is asked to do, he will do obediently. It's more like a machine than a human.

It's a bit restrained now, but it's already within the scope of human beings.

A sense of unwarranted pride rose in Cassius's heart.

You took a bite of the fish, then picked up a slice of tomato from the salad and took a sip of the soup, without touching the can.

But that's too restrictive, isn't it?

Cassius sneered: "I said, don't be restrained, treat this place as a ......"

"No kidding!"

Enraged.

Yu Tatsumi slapped the table violently, and Estelle staggered under the loud noise. You stood up with the strength of slapping the table and slammed his fist on the grilled fish plate.

"Is this fooling me!"

For some reason, he got angry.

Cassius, who was confused by the smashing of the remains of the grilled fish, was confused and glad again. What puzzled him was that he suddenly went crazy, but fortunately he made the grilled fish, if it was braised fish, it would be more than just fish that made his face.

"Give me the kitchen."

He walked in as if this were his home and Cassius was the guest.

Skillfully fished out the only big fish left in the bucket, which was Cassius's harvest yesterday. Disemboweled, the thin-bladed kitchen knife seemed to be a ball of silver light in his hand, and in less than a moment, the fish was sliced into small pieces. Turn on the heat, season and start beating the eggs while the pan is hot.

This series of skillful movements left Cassius dumbfounded. He asked himself if he was the first person to cook, after all, a single man has to pull a daughter and a son, and cooking is an inevitable problem. However, it is really incredible that the young man in front of him is so skillful.

Joshua didn't react, but Estelle was a beat faster than him this time, sitting puffing up and sulking. It's all at the dinner table, but she can't eat, which makes her mood especially bad.

Soon, though, her mood picked up again.

The tablecloths were replaced, and the food was replaced. As if by magic, Yuki Tatsumi brought out one dish after another and filled the table. In Cassius's somewhat vague memory, it was only on his wedding anniversary with Lena that he would see such a rich dish.

For the first time, Yuki's face showed an expression other than gentleness. That's a kind of confidence. It is a kind of arrogance, an inviolable and awe-inspiring posture.

His haughty expression seemed to be defiant. Although Estelle had a crush on him, she felt that people who wasted food could not be forgiven, so she took the first bite in a huff, ready to taunt him.

"Delicious?!"