Looking at Bronya, who had slipped into the bed to sleep, Otto shrugged his shoulders and walked out the door.

Even with her excellent talent, she is just a child. This strenuous exercise inevitably leads to more intense exertion.

Looking at the snowmobile parked in front of the small dilapidated house, Otto kicked and smashed the metal door of the car behind him. He didn't have the key on him.

"More than you think......"

Looking at this cart full of supplies, Otto sighed.

A single loaf of brown bread is naturally not enough for a hungry person, even if the object is only a child.

Looking at the leaky little dilapidated house behind him, the corners of Otto's mouth hooked slightly. Those who knew him well probably knew that it was a sign that he was going to satisfy his bad tastes again.

Fresh meat and vegetables were brought out of the carriage, and Otto removed a few relatively dry planks from the small dilapidated house. Igniting the fire with gunpowder plucked out of the bullet, Otto played a picnic on this outlet.

In the house, because of the relationship between the house leakage. Bronya didn't sleep very well, but she had an extra quilt than usual.

"Goo~~~!"

My stomach was still ringing, and that half of the bread was not enough to stuff my teeth. Usually, the work of finding food is left to the older children in their teens......

"Sniff~"

Half-asleep and half-awake, Bronya seemed to smell the smell of meat in the air, and she was immediately awakened.

Rolled over and twitched his nose twice. However, there is no smell other than those musty smells.

"Hungry and faint? I wasted a lot of physical energy......"

Judging that she was hallucinating, Bronya pulled another quilt and wrapped it around her. She was ready to go back to sleep.

“…………”

"No, it's not an illusion!"

He suddenly rolled over and got up from the ground, and the smell of meat was wafting in from outside the house.

A dagger came out of the darkness, and Bronya cautiously moved towards the door.

Like an apex predator lurking in the night, she walks lightly and dangerously, approaching her prey without making a sound.

Considering the recoil that the pistol carried, Bronya didn't take it with her. The recoil from the sniper rifle in the morning made her right side of her chest hurt a little, and the pain was still retained even with an iron plate.

Through the cracked wooden door, Bronya saw the man sitting by the fire. This made her relax for a moment, if it was Otto, she might not have to kill to get food.

Otto's technique was so skillful that he held his chin in one hand and flipped the barbecue over the fire with the other.

At his side, there was even a pot of broth.

Just brush with some oil, sprinkle some cumin, and then turn over and continue baking.

The burning wood melted the snow around it, and the orange light was extremely warm, like an oasis in the desert.

"Haven't you come out yet, cute little kitten. Am I supposed to admire your endurance? ”

Throwing some firewood in, Otto, who was about the same, beckoned behind him.

With the sound of "squirming", Bronya's figure walked out of the dilapidated house behind her.

"Come and sit"

The invitation was sent first, and Otto did not give Bronya time to interject at all.

"The next time you sneak attack, please restrain that amazing murderous aura. I felt it from afar. ”

Looking at the girl who was 3 meters away from him, Otto pulled his mouth and mocked.

Opening her mouth, Bronya didn't retort. She remembered the scene where Otto had met her 500 meters away this morning.

"Sit down, you can't have a fire there."

"......" moves

"Come back again!"

"......" moves

“…… Take your liking."

Probably because she doesn't trust people easily, Bronya always keeps a safe distance from Otto.

"Take it!"

He looked at the greasy duck roasted in his hand, and handed the end of the branch to the duck.

There was a momentary tension in his body, and just as Bronya was about to take it, he saw Otto's malicious expression.

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The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and Bronya made a defensive move.

“………”

Why is there such a nasty little ghost, I want to be more obedient when Delisa was a child!

His brow twitched, and Otto had already guessed what Bronya was worried about, but that didn't mean he could still be patient.

In the end, as if he had figured out something, the duck took over the duck.

Seeing that the imp had finally taken the food, Otto picked up another one and scooped a bowl of broth.

You ask me where the pots and bowls come from? Didn't you see a truckload of supplies?

"Hey~! Gremlin. ”

Otto's roar seemed to startle Bronya, and she jumped on guard.

"Smack~!"

With her actions, the object in her hand fell to the ground.

Seeing the broth in Otto's hand, Bronya realized that this was not an attack, and then picked up the duck that had fallen on the soil in distress.

"Don't eat it if it falls on the ground, I still have it here."

"You can't waste things...... Also, if you pick it up in 30 seconds, you won't have a problem. ”

didn't even bother to complain, Otto brutally snatched the duck in the duck's hand. Although you can't eat the duck anymore, the body is the most important thing.

"In that case, I'll swap it with you."

“……”

"How old are you?"

While eating the duck that had fallen on the dirt in his hand, Otto asked the duck questions idly.

"I don't know...... The guy who picked me up said I should be 4 years old. ”

“…… And who got your name? ”

“……”

"Don't you want to say it?"

It's like talking to a machine, and it's only when Otto asks a question that Bronya answers something inconsequential, and sometimes even keeps her mouth shut.

"Mr. Pervert, your name...... Can you tell me? ”

Towards the end of the meal, Bronya finally took the initiative to speak for the first time.

Even though it was well hidden, Otto still saw Bronya's eyes that were both expectant and nervous.

"My name? ......" deliberately dragging the old elder's long tail note, Otto raised his head and looked at the waning moon today. "I won't tell you!"

The light in the eyes of the "......" quickly dimmed, and Bronia, who had sorted out her mood, said mercilessly, "Mr. Pervert really likes to play with girls' feelings."

"You're only a young girl at best."

"......" remnants