𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝟐: 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐃𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?
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《Kyrie Side》
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Hmm, mumble mumble . . . . . .Huh!
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“W, Where am I. . . . . .?”
『B, Big Sister Kyrie is awake!』
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I feel a comforting fluffiness against my back.
I recognize this voice. . . . . .
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“Kumakichi-kun. . . . . .”
『Good morning, Big Sister!』
“Mm. . . . . .Good morning. . . . . .”
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I look around.
I’m in the central plaza of Dead End Village.
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It seems like I was lying on a leisure sheet.
And Kumakichi-kun was by my side.
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It looks like he served as a windbreak and a blanket to keep me from catching cold.
I’m grateful. . . . . .
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“Thank you, Kumakichi-kun. I was warm.”
『Yay! I’m glad!』
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I stretch out and. . . . . .suddenly realize something.
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“R, Right! I was in the middle of preparing for the feast!”
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While setting up Miss Vajra’s welcome party, I went to Mr. Gankoji’s wine cellar and. . . . . .
. . . . . .I have no memory from that point on.
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『Peewee! Big Sister Kyrie is awake!』
『She’s awake!』
『Big Sister Kyrie!』
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Guu-chan and the other monsters gather around me.
Even though everyone was busy with the preparations, I was sound asleep. . . . . .
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“I’m sorry, everyone!”
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I apologize for slacking off on my own.
But. . . . . .Everyone looks puzzled.
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『Slacking off?』『You were?』『Not at all.』
“R, Really. . . . . .? But I fell asleep after drinking. . . . . .”
『『『Ah. . . . . .』』』
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Ah, what?
Huh, what. . . . . .?
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『Maybe Big Sister. . . . . .doesn’t remember?』
“W, What. . . . . .?”
『After you drank.』
“I fell asleep immediately, right? I’m not good with alcohol. . . . . .”
『『『Ah. . . . . .』』』
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Again, what’s with the “Ah”?
Did I do something while I was blacked out. . . . . .?
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“Oh, Kyrie, you’re up?”
“Mrs. Kumako.”
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I dive into Mrs. Kumako’s chest.
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“D, Did I do something embarrassing?”
“Mm.”
“Mm?! Which is it?!”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about it, nobody seemed to mind. Right, everyone?”
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The monsters nod with smiles on their faces.
Eh, eh, eh. . . . . .?
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Did I do something. . . . . .? Oh, what should I do?
I hope I didn’t cause any trouble. . . . . .
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But if Mrs. Kumako says no one minded, and the monsters are smiling. . . . . .
I’m relieved I didn’t do anything to offend anyone.
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But it’s bothering me. . . . . .!
What did I do. . . . . .? Ah. . . . . .
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『Big Sister was surprising.』
“Surprising?!”
『Peewee! You’re so clingy!』
“Clingy?!”
『Baby~』
“Baby?!”
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I’m scared to be the only one without any memory. . . . . .
Oh, what did drunk me do. . . . . .?
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“Wanko-san.”
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I head over to Thunder Wolf Wanko-san.
She’s likely to give me some answers.
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She’s a serious child that always faithfully follows what I say.
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“Hey, Wanko-san, I wonder what I did?”
『You’ve excelled to the highest degree.』
“Excelled?! What?”
『You’ve reached a feeling akin to ascending to the heavens.』
“So what did I do?!”
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Ugh. . . . . . In the end, no one will tell me what I did. . . . . .
Speaking of which!
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“Why won’t anyone tell me?”
『『『. . . . . .(grinning)』』』
“What’s with that warm look?”
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Then Mrs. Kumako comes over and pats me on the head.
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“Well, you didn’t do anything weird, so don’t worry about it.”
“But still. . . . . .I don’t want to be a nuisance. . . . . .”
“It’s okay. Look, does anyone look bothered?”
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I look at Kumakichi-kun and the others.
They were smiling broadly.
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I cannot feel negative emotions towards me.
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“Right?”
“Yeah. . . . . .that’s true. . . . . .”
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I’ll admit whatever I did.
Even if it wasn’t a bother.
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Next time. . . . . .I have to make sure not to drink too much!
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“I’m sorry, everyone. I won’t drink anymore.”
『『『Go ahead, drink up.』』』
“Why?”
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Mrs. Kumako placated the situation.
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“Now, everything is ready. Shall we start the feast?”
『『『Ohh!』』』
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