Chapter 43 (2/2)

Kirisha proudly brought out a woven basket.

“Ooh …! I’m so happy!”

“Kirisha didn’t make it straight from cocoa, so technically you can’t say it’s handmade though …”

“No, it’s handmade, it’s handmade enough for me. Even when making sweets you don’t count the process of planting and raising the trees, right?”

I sat beside Kirsha and bit into the irregularly-shaped chocolates.

… not sweet.

Huh, somehow it’s …

Somehow, there’s a weird depth to the bitterness —

“Oops—! Kirisha mistook glutamate for sugar desuyo!”

“Yes, it has a rich umami taste in it … n, no, but, it’s delicious! It’s really really delicious!”

“Kirisha is happy if uncle is happy desuyo! So, Kirisha will give uncle all the chocholates! Kirisha will pa.s.s!”

“……”

I finished all the chocolates.

I then spent some time together with Kirisha.

Kirisha hummed as she played with the tamed birds.

Looking at the innocent young girl, I was at peace.

“Owie! … uu, I fell desuyo!”

Kirisha slipped, and fell face up.

“Oh dear me, are you alright?”

While offering my hand, I looked at her lower half where her skirt had flas.h.i.+ly flipped up.

The underwear she was wearing was small and was biting into her important place.

I feel like I want to lick her small navel — Uhm … I’m a weak-willed man.

So fidgety, being happy and wanting to eat her up.

Being swayed by such hobbies must be an effect of Mirror — or so my excuse goes.

… but I wonder if Kirisha’s feeling lonely.

With beasts that you can’t be sure have intelligence as her only “friends”

The only others by Kirisha’s side was me as an old man, and —

“What part of Yuutarou do you like, little lady?” I tried asking.

“What part of Yuutarou? That’s obvious desuyo! His stability!”

“Stability?”

Does a reincarnator even have stability —?

“Yes! Because Yuutarou will probably never fall sick, never die in an accident, and no matter what happens he will win in the end! He looks like he has many troubles but he’s really the number one most stable person in the world!”

“Ah, I see…”

A story’s protagonist won’t suddenly die by an arrow.

They wont die from an epidemic.

They won’t be killed by small fry.

They won’t suddenly awaken a vice, either.

Their roots are forever guaranteed.

I see, I think I understand what Kirisha was seeking.

This girl was afraid of change, and wanted something that stays the same.

She wanted safety.

She wanted peace.

Wanting a place she can be at peace, Kirisha decided to go on a journey.

Together with the stable Yuutarou, to the end of the world.

“Little lady, can you give this to Yuutarou when you see him next time?”

I took out an envelope from my pocket.

“A fan letter?”

“No, … — there’s information on Montavo inside. I thought I had to help Yuutarou and asked an old connection to get this. I have to make sure Yuutarou wins and save you little lady!”

“Uncle …! Thank you for helping Kirisha desuyo! Kirisha will definitely deliver this!”

Kirisha raised the envelope up high looking deeply moved.

“Kirisha will soon go on a journey to the end of the world with Yuutarou desuyo!”

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