A Porter Kidnapped by a Wizard

027. Being suspicious of sincerity

Sarak- … square square –

The sound of turning the paper and the rolling of the pen. This was a sound that should have been heard in the study.

But it wasn’t the study where the sound was echoing now.

“This… I think it should work like this.”

Selene is absorbed in writing something while occasionally talking to herself. Endymion was still watching her, chained to her chair.

That’s right. The place they were in was a pitch-dark room where Endymion was imprisoned.

Originally, Selene would have to take care of the work in the study, but unwillingly (?) Endymion was in a position where she could not move, so she moved herself.

“…Hmm?”

Endymion, who was staring at her Selene endlessly, met her eyes. Then he hurriedly looked away as if he had never done that.

“Are you bored?”

“No…”

She’s bored and sleeps, and the memory of her messed up (?) Of her last time made her startle whenever she did anything.

It’s so quiet right now because I have work to do, but it’s mealtime… She was, or when the work was all over, she was a woman who changed terribly.

Of course, Endymion was on the side of hoping that that time would never come.

‘Every time I do that, I get a strange feeling.’

If you ask me if I hate that… Endymion would hesitate to answer for a long time.

It was because she felt so unfamiliar and detrimental to her mental health, rather than feeling disliked.

‘It felt like my soul was draining….’

He was usually not afraid, but he often trembled with fear these days.

In front of Selene, he was just an attendant and slave, and it was only natural considering that he would almost end up in the same situation as the people he used to see on a daily basis under the emotion of greed.

“Hmm…”

Now I feel anxious for nothing. It’s like that before you do something, so you can’t put your mind at ease.

“…Come to think of it, it’s lunchtime soon.”

Look, Endymion was already feeling dizzy at her murmur.

Or not, Selene got up from her seat after tidying up.

“Wait a minute.”

A strange command tone, as if talking to a dog.

After hearing so much, it was so familiar that there was nothing new about it, but Endymion felt strange now that she was in a situation similar to that of a dog on a leash.

‘Is this love?’

It’s scary. How many misguided thoughts do you have to tie and bind the person you love like this?

‘I can’t believe I’ve never been in love in that long time… ‘

If it is true, Selene would be a fantasy species of a higher rank than the fantasy animals that carry only her maidens on her back.

‘It’s okay… With that kind of power, who can’t do whatever they want just because they like it?’

It is clear that he has always stood in the position of the top, but is it different this time? Endymion let out a sigh as if she was pondering over a fact that was so obvious.

‘By the way, that person is doing this to other men… ‘

While feeling sorry for that man who must have been a lover in the past, something… Something weird…

‘… For some reason, my heart is boiling.’

Endymion’s expressionless face turned cold like frost. He didn’t know what to do when she suddenly felt dirty.

‘Why am I like this?’

I’m just a person in the past anyway. Even though he deserves sympathy.

The human mind was not easy.

I know it with my head, but I feel it with my heart.

‘Why am I feeling this way?’

… I don’t know. I already know that no matter how much I think about it, I can’t figure out why I can’t even come up with a clue even if I roll my head for a while. So Endymion looked at the far ceiling to get rid of his thoughts.

‘It’s dark, so I feel like I’m getting deeper into my mind.’

It backfired.

* * *

Selene was busy preparing her food. She looked at the cauldron bubbling over and gently reached out her hand. She then cuts her open with the knife in her hand, from which she pours her blood into the cauldron.

‘Should I tell you that this is delicious too?’

Perhaps. Since the sincerity has gone into her belly, she will be very happy to hear such a compliment. She was Selene with a satisfied smile.

So today, as usual, I was ready to take a meal and was about to leave-

“Come to think of it…”

It was a thought I had just as I was about to cross the threshold. She looked at the tray of Endymion’s meals with her unsatisfied expression on her face, then went back to her kitchen.

“…I wanted something to be lacking.”

As Selene looked over the tray, she muttered in a low voice, perhaps realizing the reason.

“It’s too similar…”

In preparing her meals all this time, Selene had never prepared a meal with a different composition than she does now.

Because she paid more attention to cooking that she could cook right away rather than mastering many dishes.

Besides, Endymion said it was delicious once, so I didn’t have to worry about not liking it.

It was a reasonable choice in many ways.

‘But it’s too monotonous.’

She seems to be running a lot of energy these days, but maybe it’s because she fed poorly.

Selene looks at the food on the tray with her arms crossed and steam rises, she ponders deeply, and finally she moves as if she has made a decision.

‘Let’s throw it all away.’

And let’s make it from scratch.

This was Selene’s decision. Her contemplation took some time, but her decision was quick.

She was at best, but the food she discarded before it even entered Endymion’s mouth, she didn’t think Selene was a waste of it.

‘Even though sincerity went into… It’s useless if he’s not satisfied.’

Of course, I think I would have enjoyed it even if I gave it as it was. In the end, she blamed Selene for not being satisfied with her own cooking.

‘What should I make… ‘

This is the beginning of trouble again.

‘For now… Something similar to the one I ate well last time?’

She has no reason to be intimidated by trying new dishes with her natural dexterity, so Selene wrote down the menu in her head one by one.

Eventually, after all the preparations, Selene went into cooking and completed her food. Among the scents that pervaded her kitchen was a very subtle scent of blood.

‘I hope you enjoy it.’

She said she hadn’t even considered the option of eating badly. This was like her proof that she is overflowing with confidence in her cooking.

“Mmm hmmm~♪”

Uncharacteristically for her, Selene’s back as she left the kitchen while humming her song was very anticipatory.

* * *

Endymion, who had been waiting quietly in her room, saw Selene appearing with a tray of her food and swallowed her saliva.

It wasn’t because I was hungry.

‘What am I going to do to feed that thing?’

With her hands tied, it was only natural that Endymion could not eat by herself. Therefore, in order to eat alone, she said that Selene would have to let go of her hand, even for a moment, but the problem was that she seemed to have no intention of doing so.

Tack-

After closing the door, Selene used her magic to pull the table that had been cleared to one side in front of Endymion. She then gently sets her tray down on top of it.

Selene herself brought a chair across from Endymion and sat down.

After-

The image of her diligently holding a spoon and scooping soup looked quite familiar. As if not once or twice, he skillfully blew the hot soup a few times to cool it down, then offered it to Endymion.

“Ah-“

“…….”

“Don’t you want to eat?”

When Endymion did not open her mouth, Selene’s expression turned slightly serious. Seeing that, Endymion quickly shook her head.

“Ah…”

When she opens her mouth, she pours her own chilled soup into it. Endymion accepted and ate it with an esoteric look.

It was Endymion’s experience that he realized that nothing good would come from resisting anyway. So, she’ll take it and eat it for now….

“I…”

“Why is that?”

“Can’t we just eat it alone…?”

“As it is?”

She snorted and made her chin, her hands tied, and she seemed to ask how she would eat alone.

“…If you play it-“

“Ah-“

“Ah…”

“Right.”

She couldn’t resist the signal to open her mouth instead of bullsh*t. Endymion has no choice but to choose to obey this time as well.

‘No matter what, this… ‘

She was not very comfortable because she felt like she was being raised. Endymion felt unwell, but she decided to pass this meal quietly for now.

‘No matter what I say, they won’t listen.’

Even Selene knows that she is subtly enjoying the situation. Endymion did not think that she would take a step back from her.

After her arduous meal, Selene, who removed her tray from her seat with her magic, faced Endymion.

The table where they were eating earlier had been left as it was, so he was resting his chin on it with his elbow on it.

“…Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Are you dissatisfied that I want to see mine?”

“…….”

If you feel ashamed, there is a way to do it, but it was natural that you would have nothing to say if you were confident without the slightest bit of shame.

Endymion felt embarrassed by the situation she was staring at, so he was about to say something, but he opened her mouth saying that it was correct in her memory that suddenly came to her mind.

“Selene.”

“Huh?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“What question?”

She seemed to be interested in her as she pushed her head out and approached her with a burden. Endymion looked straight into her eyes and asked straight away.

“What number man am I?”

“…What are you talking about?”

… Were my words difficult?

When she asked back, Endymion attributed it to her lack of explanation, and she elaborated her question.

“There’s no way I’m the only man I’ve met over the years.”

“So… you mean.”

Endymion She hadn’t noticed until now. She realizes that her voice is getting colder the more she listens to her.

“I… Would have met a man other than you, you mean…?”

“Isn’t it?”

When Endymion nodded her head and asked back, Selene’s expression, which she was barely maintaining, shattered in an instant.

“…Hey-“

“Yes?”

I couldn’t hear her when she spoke in a crawling voice. So she bent her head forward to get her ear closer.

“… Say-“

“That… Selene-sama, it’s a little bigger, heck!”

She tried to speak louder, but Endymion caught her by the neck without knowing why. She cleared her throat in shock and she tried to plead what she was doing.

‘… Did I touch it by mistake?’

Only then did Endymion realize that her condition was not serious. Her eyes, indescribably mixed with all sorts of emotions, were staring straight at Endymion.

“No… I mean you are the first…!”

No, then that’s the way it is….