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I didnβt eat much, so there was leftover bread, chicken, and salad.
Not wanting to waste it, I had Kukkoro-san make a sandwich.
βA sandwich. . .?β
βItβs a portable food made by sandwiching thinly sliced meat between bread. You can also add vegetables. If itβs seasoned with vinegar, it can also prevent spoilage. If itβs moist, spread lard or butter on the contact surface of the bread.β
In this case, the lard is made by frying finely chopped sour apples in beef or pork fat. It goes well with rye bread. (The bread and lard in the German military service record refers to this.)
Kukkoro-san makes it hesitantly.
βOh! Thatβs right, adding a little mustard will accentuate the taste when itβs cold. Wrap the finished product in oil paper. It will last a day in a cool, dark place.β
Hmm, a club sandwich with vegetables and chicken is ready.
The quantity is a bit too much.
I put half of it in my magic storage.
βIf you get hungry later, eat this. Iβve secured my share.β
The dishes are cleared away, and the carriage is returned to the dormitory.
When I think about it, this dormitory is amazing.
It costs a lot of money.
Does the Old man have some ulterior motive for spending so much money on me?
My older brother is doing well in the military.
My younger brother is on the fast track to becoming an elite bureaucrat.
Iβve been self-taught without a tutor, scraping by.
Thereβs no doubt that the Old man is plotting something.
This is troublesome, is this some kind of game-like compulsion?
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When night falls and preparations for tomorrow are made.
Everyone returned to their own beds.
What a thing to say!!ο½ο½ο½!!
Because I made the wrong choice at mealtime, I couldnβt collect the lovey-dovey smooching big sports festival CG on this brand new king size bed!!
I punch my expensive fluffy pillow in anger.
βDamn!! Three people in a river shape with a sandwich, three connected!!β
When the hundred-fold punch is over.
I sprawl out on the wide bed, feeling a languid fatigue.
Ah, new characters will appear one after another tomorrow.
If I make a selection mistake here, Iβm worried about the future.
I need to respond calmly.
As I doze off, a figure slowly enters without knocking on the door.
Oh, itβs the loli.
I thought it was an assassin.
I was thinking about firing a magic mega particle cannon!!
Unfortunately, I can only shoot out about the mass of uranium for only 0.1 light seconds.
I definitely want to build an accelerator that can shoot out the mass of a neutrino for 0.8 light seconds.
The loli sits on the edge of the bed.
When I look at her face, she has teary eyes. She might have had a scary dream.
When I hold her hand, she covers me.
Iβm glad, sheβs not armed with a knife.
I reach out to her shoulder and she leans in.
I feel her body heat. I fell asleep listening to her sobbing.
Oh, what a punishment game, not being able to grope her butt or breasts!!
this dude has a really odd thought process