𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟗: 𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦
It has been five days since I started living in Aunty’s mansion.
Cid has hit it off with Marquis David and is busy deciphering the grimoires.
Marquis, who was originally a civil servant, is a magic enthusiast himself and holds the title of Red Laverite, a mage. It seems that his otaku blood stirs when it comes to reviving ancient teleportation magic.
The two of them stayed up late in their rooms, so aunty and I were amazed.
As for me, I had to seriously think about my future life, so I had been learning to cook in the kitchen to open a bento shop.
It was only the third day, but I had learned one thing.
Cooking is difficult.
Not only is it challenging to make it delicious, but when opening a shop, it becomes necessary to make the same thing in large quantities with the same taste. I realized how difficult it is to stabilize the taste.
“Viara, how about just investing in the bento shop and focusing on coming up with cooking ideas?”
Aunty said that with a smile, feeling sorry for me.
“Well, if I have to cook and handle the procurement myself, and even get into kelp cultivation, I would need more than one body.”
“. . .How about starting the kelp cultivation after the shop starts to do well?”
Aunty was amazed at my attempt to do everything at once.
“Cid is here, so talk it over with him. . .but he’s currently obsessed with the grimoires, so it’s impossible at the moment.”
“Yes.”
We were eating cake in the dining hall. However, Marquis David, who came to take a break in the dining hall, fell asleep with his head on the table.
“He becomes like this when he gets absorbed in something. It’s troublesome.”
“Is it a common occurrence?”
“Sometimes.”
He must be a true research type. Marquis David, who forgets to eat and sleep when he is engrossed in something, apparently doesn’t even wake up when the servants deliberately try to wake him.
“I’m sure he’s happy that Cid is here. My children are not the type to be so absorbed in grimoires.”
Aunty, who put her shawl on her sleeping husband, had a gentle expression despite being amazed. I couldn’t help but smile, thinking that being a couple is nice.
“Hey, Viara.”
“Yes.”
Aunty suddenly looked at me and smiled.
“If you and Cid are fine with it, I want you to stay here forever. We can hire Cid, and you can do whatever you want, whether it’s running a shop or kelp cultivation.”
I was taken aback by the unexpected offer.
“There’s no reason why you have to go to Nice, right? Please think about it together.”
“Aunty. . .”
“With Cid here, it’s very reassuring to have him as a heater, I mean, as a bodyguard.”
She said heater!
She doesn’t want him as a fighting force, but as a heat source!
“Well, think about it.”
Aunty laughed it off with an “Ohohohoho” and dragged her husband back to their room.
I can’t help but feel that even the servants’ eyes are filled with expectations like “heating. . .heating. . .”
I often hear that dogs are warm and can be used as a substitute for heating, but I never expected Cid to be treated as a heating device.
With mixed feelings, I returned to my room.
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