Limited Time, Kitchen Maid of the Fourth Knight Order ~I Got a Job Because I Don’t Want to Get Married~ – Chapter 5

𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐦𝐞

Despite differences in worlds and social standings, a man is a man. The manly meal spiced up with garlic received high praise.

Exhausted, I slump into a chair in the kitchen. The leftover beef bowl, enough for two, is allowed to be eaten as part of the contract. I might as well eat it.

While making my own beef bowl, the door opens. The one who entered was a tall, seemingly gentle young man.

He’s wearing the Knight Order’s uniform. He wasn’t among the group earlier, so he must have come late for his meal.

“Thank you for your hard work. I have prepared a humble lunch.”

Surprisingly, I don’t feel nervous talking to the opposite sex; the words flow smoothly from my mouth.

It’s partly because of his soft and comforting aura and partly because he’s not too good-looking. His face is attractive, but not to the point that it sends shivers down my spine.

The individual features of his face that don’t give off a sense of pressure seem to be arranged with warmth.

“It’s a bowl dish, so if you find it difficult to eat, please let me know.”

“I’ll have some. Everyone said it was delicious, so I’m looking forward to it.”

His voice was smooth and gentle.

The young man who looked curiously at the bowl I offered took a seat and ate the beef bowl elegantly.

“Hmm, it’s good. I apologize for asking you to cook when your work starts tomorrow.”

“Not at all, it’s my pleasure.”

I bow my head and begin cleaning up. Since I only have to shove things into the automatic dishwasher, it’s quite easy.

The sink and dirty stove will clean themselves at the push of a button, thanks to magic.

Advanced magic has made it impossible to “dominate with knowledge from my previous life,” but that’s okay. Due to my memories from the past life, I am ingrained with the notion that I’m just a commoner who would be used by others.

Even if I had some sort of power, I would have been exploited by someone smarter. No matter how hard I studied, I couldn’t compete with those who were naturally intelligent.

What took me days and multiple tries to learn, they would grasp instantly.

What kept me from feeling inferior was the understanding that “there’s always someone better.” Also, I had a family who loved me for who I am.

In my previous life, where I had been completely alone, family is my greatest hope and emotional anchor.

Turning around to shake off homesickness, I find the young man, who has finished his meal, standing quietly behind me. I freeze.

A handsome man is near! Is love about to begin♡?! My heart throbs in the kitchen♡!

This is not some cute situation. It’s the kind of heart-pounding that you get from seeing a ghost.

“Um. . .do you need something?”

Trying not to be rude, I slowly back away as he watches, and the young man smiles.

“I apologize for startling you. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like you to prepare dinner as well. I’ll change the contract to start from today.”

“Certainly, if rice is acceptable.”

The bakery we have a contract with will start delivering bread from tomorrow.

“Of course, I’m the one asking for a favor. Feel free to cook whatever you like.”

I avoid his gaze and continue to bow my head.

“You don’t have to be so formal. The Knight Order is a place to strip away such things and rebuild oneself.”

Finding no reason to keep my head down, I reluctantly lift my face.

And I am surprised.

“Huh, hahaha. . .Miss Norchev, you are quite an interesting person.”

I don’t quite understand, but it seems I’m being laughed at.

I respond while keeping a composed face.

“I’m honored by your compliment.”

 ㅤ

The young man who laughs further is likely of a higher social status than me. I’m unsure how to interact with him.

The young man’s brown hair, which resembles a cat’s fur, sways gently as he laughs. Seeing this reminded me of my younger brother, making me feel a bit more homesick.

“I’m looking forward to dinner as well.”

“Certainly.”

“Then, see you at dinner.”

With footsteps that betray no sense of weight, the young man leaves.

I don’t know why he was laughing, but for now, I decided to eat a beef bowl. An empty stomach is no good for battle.

・・・

The young man who closed the door heads to the training ground, chuckling softly.

In the building, upon investigating an unfamiliar presence, there was a young lady with round, beady eyes. She was amazed by a machine operated by magic and for some reason was dancing a strange dance with a potato.

She prepared lunch for the knights who found it cumbersome to go far for a meal. She showed no doubt that it was only natural to serve one’s own food when faced with a dish called “beef bowl,” which he was seeing for the first time.

Given his role, Arthur, who was at the very front, must have been quite troubled.

Above all, that face.

Without any flattery, she simply wanted to keep her distance. Despite her expressionless face, her voice contained kindness.

I was very pleased that she had no interest in me.

The young man takes a big stretch. The strong smell of garlic coming from his mouth was refreshing and amusing.

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