The Abandoned Saint Became the Snack Attendant for the Childish Demon King – Chapter 34

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟒: 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧-𝐬𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞

“And then, this is for Dairy.”

What was handed to me was a notebook and a pen. Did he buy them for studying?

When I returned to the room to pay, he refused to accept it.

“I don’t need it. Instead, I suppose you’ve summarized the parts you don’t understand? Open the notebook, I’ll explain.”

“Y-Yes!”

Hastily, I open the grimoire and show him the parts where I stumble. From there, Tyran-san’s lecture begins.

Only for this day.

Thinking so, I have compiled and summarized the parts I don’t understand, the parts that bother me a little, and the parts that I’m curious about.

He gives advice and hints for each of them.

Not the answers. He opens the path for me to reach them first.

His way of teaching is skillful, as if untangling a tangled string.

The last time I was taught magic was when Olivier-sama taught me when I first entered the church.

At that time, it was more about pounding the senses into my body rather than reading books and learning theories.

That’s because bestowal magic is relatively easy among magic, and it seems that it’s faster to grasp the senses.

The other Apprentice Saints were able to use it right away. But it took me a little longer. It was because I had a lot of magical power and needed to grasp the knack of output adjustment.

Thanks to being taught thoroughly at the beginning, I became able to bestow magic smoothly once I remembered it.

Magic, like studying, grows rapidly once you grasp the knack. 

Even if you just look at the answers to take an easy way out, you end up not learning and stumbling in the same place again. 

Tyran-san not only deals with the present but also looks ahead.

While dyeing the newly received notebook with ink, I write down the advice he gave me and also note down the parts where I made mistakes or had misunderstandings.

It is important to write down why I made mistakes and why I solved them. It allows me to notice when I make the same mistake again. By leaving markers, I can also grasp how many times I stumbled there.

In studying, what matters is not avoiding mistakes, but how quickly you can deal with them when you make a mistake. It’s certainly better to clear it in one shot, but making mistakes repeatedly also becomes a strength.

These are the words of my math teacher in high school.

I didn’t think it would be useful even after being reincarnated, but thanks to these words, I have become less afraid of making mistakes in my studies.

I don’t like making mistakes in life, which is always a one-shot deal, but in studying, I can redo it as many times as I want. So now, I just focus on learning and improving my abilities.

“That’s unexpected.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t expect you to take it so seriously.”

“Well, it’s a rare opportunity, so I thought I should ask about the things I’m curious about now!”

“. . .You can come and ask if you’re curious tomorrow or the day after, you know.”

“But I only presented it as a condition for writing a letter. . .”

“It’s not a burden to teach you magic or anything.”

His voice sounds somewhat prickly.

Did I say something that made him unhappy? But I’m really grateful that he will continue to teach me.

When I express my gratitude sincerely, he turns his head away with a huff. Maybe it’s just embarrassing. 

“By the way, is there no more jam?”

“Huh? Didn’t I give you an additional supply the other day? Have you already finished it?”

“That small jar runs out quickly.”

Indeed, it’s not a large jar, but it’s a size commonly seen in supermarkets in my previous life. I’ve already given him three of them, so it’s not like they’re exceptionally small.

I had planned to make jam with the peaches he bought, but it seems too early to want more.

Tyran-san, who recalls how delicious it was, relaxes his cheeks. Something seems off.

Come to think of it, when Tyran-san served ice cream, he put a considerable amount of jam on it, didn’t he?

He would finish as much sherbet or ice cream as he served.

“Tyran-san, you’re not putting the jam spoon directly into your mouth, are you? And when you spread it on bread, you pile it up without spreading it out.”

“Isn’t it more efficient to put the jam in your mouth first and then eat the bread?”

Tyran-san answers as if it’s obvious, giving me a headache.

It’s understandable that it would quickly disappear if he directly eats it. It’s somewhat better that he’s eating it with bread.

I also have responsibility for giving him jam as he desired.

But if things continue like this, Tyran-san seems to deviate from good health in a different sense than before.

“Jam is a combination of fructose and sugar! You’re taking in too much sugar since you’re also eating snacks. If you prioritize efficiency, please let me know so I can spread it in the kitchen before bringing it to you.”

“If you do that, Dairy will spread it thinly. . .”

“I’ll spread a normal amount.”

“It’s definitely less than half.”

Less than half. . .I wonder how much he’s actually spreading now. Just imagining a heap of jam on top of the bread gives me chills.

“Anyway, from now on, I’ll put a fixed amount on a plate every day. If you prefer it spread on bread, please let me know.”

“You’re talking like Granny. . .”

He grumbles, but I know that he holds Olivier-sama dear, so I’m not bothered at all.

In fact, the fact that he used that analogy means that he has somewhat opened up to me.

“Is that okay?”

With a bit of insistence, he reluctantly nods. 


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