—
I gazed up at the ceiling and clenched my teeth. There were still a few things I needed to check before waiting for Albert.
“Is the water still running?”
I had to make sure that the water supply was still properly connected.
Despite the good maintenance here, something like the water supply might not be needed and could have been disconnected.
Using magic, I could manage everything, but I didn’t want to use it for daily chores.
Even as a dragon’s contractor, I still found it more familiar to turn on the tap for water and personally prepare food.
I didn’t want to change too many things that made up who I am.
Inside the bathroom, I turned the faucet of the sink.
Shwaaaa. With a gushing sound, clear water rushed out. The water pressure seemed even better than before.
Come to think of it, I hadn’t properly washed myself since I’d been wandering outside.
I washed my hands and face with the flowing water. It refreshed not only my body but also my mind.
Gruuumble.
Thunder rumbled in my stomach again. Maybe it was because my appetite had returned after a long time, but I felt my hunger very acutely.
I held my hungry belly and returned to the kitchen.
Blanc was sitting on a chair, hugging his little blanket, which was previously neatly folded over the dining table.
Seeing him with his eyes closed made him look just like he was still the same little dragon cub. Observing Blanc closely, I opened the door to the pantry.
Honestly, expecting the pantry to be fully stocked was a bit too much to ask. Still, I hoped to find something, even if just a little.
…And when I opened the door to the pantry, I was taken aback.
I felt a sense of disbelief as I found the pantry to be filled to the brim with my favorite food ingredients.
The first thing that caught my eye were the fresh vegetables that looked like they were regularly replenished.
But was that all? Everything from tteokbokki ingredients to perishable meat, eggs, and various ingredients, including red bean paste, was stocked with such attention to detail as if they had been imported from Korea. My mouth started watering.
When I was in the state of a soul, I had no appetite. Then, since I regained my body, the only food I had since consumed was cake.
The more I checked the condition of the pantry though, the more it made me wonder about Albert’s current whereabouts.
From how well the tower was maintained, it was evident that Albert was taking care of it regularly, but…
…Could he be on his way back to the capital now? Does conquering a nation take less time than it does for the vegetables here to wilt?
To manage all of this while unifying all the countries and tending to politics, you would need a dozen bodies, but how in the world is he handling it all?
His multitasking abilities went beyond admiration—they were truly awe-inspiring.
“…What are you going to make?”
Blanc, who had suddenly risen from his spot, asked eagerly, with eyes full of anticipation.
I nodded in agreement and replied.
“Let’s keep it simple.”
Thinking of Albert, I remembered the potato soup that we used to eat together.
We had some meat here too, so I thought it would be nice to make potato soup with grilled meat in it.
I brought all the ingredients and started by placing rice in a pot.
“Now I can help you like Albert did!”
Standing next to me, Blanc said this enthusiastically. He extended his hands forward, showing a rather determined attitude.
However, I couldn’t quite imagine Blanc cooking. Not in the same way as Albert, but for entirely different reasons.
“I’ll just take your support from the sidelines, Blanc.”
“…Why can’t I help?”
Looking at Blanc’s sullen face, I felt a little guilty. I patted his shoulder and reassured him.
“I’ll teach you little by little later. Right now, I’m hungry.”
In response to my words, Blanc smiled faintly.
“Promise…?”
His tone, as he reiterated the promise, was endearing.
The charming contrast between his mysterious, otherworldly presence and his pure way of speaking, so different from humans, continued to captivate me.
While his childlike atmosphere remained the same, seeing Blanc in his polymorphed human form reminded me of the fact that he was, in essence, someone of the opposite sex.
Sometimes, these occasional interactions left me even more astonished.
Albert won’t be upset once he sees Blanc, would he? The biggest concern I had was that he might feel jealous.
…And since Blanc was now in his adult form, it might provoke Albert even more.
Albert would hate the adult dragon Blanc even more than the dragon cub Blanc.
Urk, really though, what should I do?
I pondered as I immersed myself deeper in cooking.
Bubble, bubble. The simmering sound of the white soup, which reminded me of Albert, was joined by the well-chopped potatoes.
* * *
With his chin in his hand, Albert gazed at the pleading man before him with a languid expression.
His jawline was as sharp as a honed blade. His eyes, tinged with madness, were cold as if he were about to kill someone.
The monarch’s face, balancing on the very edge of human rationality, resembled the image of a deity in a masterpiece painting.
—
I gazed up at the ceiling and clenched my teeth. There were still a few things I needed to check before waiting for Albert.
“Is the water still running?”
I had to make sure that the water supply was still properly connected.
Despite the good maintenance here, something like the water supply might not be needed and could have been disconnected.
Using magic, I could manage everything, but I didn’t want to use it for daily chores.
Even as a dragon’s contractor, I still found it more familiar to turn on the tap for water and personally prepare food.
I didn’t want to change too many things that made up who I am.
Inside the bathroom, I turned the faucet of the sink.
Shwaaaa. With a gushing sound, clear water rushed out. The water pressure seemed even better than before.
Come to think of it, I hadn’t properly washed myself since I’d been wandering outside.
I washed my hands and face with the flowing water. It refreshed not only my body but also my mind.
Gruuumble.
Thunder rumbled in my stomach again. Maybe it was because my appetite had returned after a long time, but I felt my hunger very acutely.
I held my hungry belly and returned to the kitchen.
Blanc was sitting on a chair, hugging his little blanket, which was previously neatly folded over the dining table.
Seeing him with his eyes closed made him look just like he was still the same little dragon cub. Observing Blanc closely, I opened the door to the pantry.
Honestly, expecting the pantry to be fully stocked was a bit too much to ask. Still, I hoped to find something, even if just a little.
…And when I opened the door to the pantry, I was taken aback.
I felt a sense of disbelief as I found the pantry to be filled to the brim with my favorite food ingredients.
The first thing that caught my eye were the fresh vegetables that looked like they were regularly replenished.
But was that all? Everything from tteokbokki ingredients to perishable meat, eggs, and various ingredients, including red bean paste, was stocked with such attention to detail as if they had been imported from Korea. My mouth started watering.
When I was in the state of a soul, I had no appetite. Then, since I regained my body, the only food I had since consumed was cake.
The more I checked the condition of the pantry though, the more it made me wonder about Albert’s current whereabouts.
From how well the tower was maintained, it was evident that Albert was taking care of it regularly, but…
…Could he be on his way back to the capital now? Does conquering a nation take less time than it does for the vegetables here to wilt?
To manage all of this while unifying all the countries and tending to politics, you would need a dozen bodies, but how in the world is he handling it all?
His multitasking abilities went beyond admiration—they were truly awe-inspiring.
“…What are you going to make?”
Blanc, who had suddenly risen from his spot, asked eagerly, with eyes full of anticipation.
I nodded in agreement and replied.
“Let’s keep it simple.”
Thinking of Albert, I remembered the potato soup that we used to eat together.
We had some meat here too, so I thought it would be nice to make potato soup with grilled meat in it.
I brought all the ingredients and started by placing rice in a pot.
“Now I can help you like Albert did!”
Standing next to me, Blanc said this enthusiastically. He extended his hands forward, showing a rather determined attitude.
However, I couldn’t quite imagine Blanc cooking. Not in the same way as Albert, but for entirely different reasons.
“I’ll just take your support from the sidelines, Blanc.”
“…Why can’t I help?”
Looking at Blanc’s sullen face, I felt a little guilty. I patted his shoulder and reassured him.
“I’ll teach you little by little later. Right now, I’m hungry.”
In response to my words, Blanc smiled faintly.
“Promise…?”
His tone, as he reiterated the promise, was endearing.
The charming contrast between his mysterious, otherworldly presence and his pure way of speaking, so different from humans, continued to captivate me.
While his childlike atmosphere remained the same, seeing Blanc in his polymorphed human form reminded me of the fact that he was, in essence, someone of the opposite sex.
Sometimes, these occasional interactions left me even more astonished.
Albert won’t be upset once he sees Blanc, would he? The biggest concern I had was that he might feel jealous.
…And since Blanc was now in his adult form, it might provoke Albert even more.
Albert would hate the adult dragon Blanc even more than the dragon cub Blanc.
Urk, really though, what should I do?
I pondered as I immersed myself deeper in cooking.
Bubble, bubble. The simmering sound of the white soup, which reminded me of Albert, was joined by the well-chopped potatoes.
* * *
With his chin in his hand, Albert gazed at the pleading man before him with a languid expression.
His jawline was as sharp as a honed blade. His eyes, tinged with madness, were cold as if he were about to kill someone.
The monarch’s face, balancing on the very edge of human rationality, resembled the image of a deity in a masterpiece painting.
