My Summons Are Special

21. Tteokbokki

For what he had gained by falling into another world, he had such powers as garbage. It was the quest window.

This ability is worthless. It was all I could do to organize what I had gained, so it would be more correct to change the name to a log journal rather than a quest window.

Even the heirloom (random) that I gave and said as a reward has not yet been received. If it’s a game, isn’t it normal to have to send it to the system?

‘Really, the ability of dog trash… … .’

So far I thought so.

[Quest complete!]

The moment I woke up in the morning, I looked at the notification window that appeared in front of me and tilted my head. I wondered if there was a quest that I could break now.

And then I realized that the quest to take the top position in the midterm was not completed.

‘right. This was still… … .’

However, I didn’t really care because I paid Stellar in advance, just as the system puts my reward on hold.

Perhaps what I received was a result of my speech, so is the system giving Stella a special hypnotic coupon or something?

First of all, the name is the right to wish… … .

Although Stella’s personality was a bit sloppy and tinkling, she had a beautiful appearance that could cover her personality. The body is a bonus.

As a man, I couldn’t help but be interested in a beautiful woman. It’s natural to think of the naughty thing first as a wish that you can ask for anything from a beauty.

[The reward will be paid!]

Wish ticket (used), Stella Eritz’s favorability UP!

“No, why don’t you give me my reward while applying this right away? Are you sabotaging?”

[…] … .]

However, it was impossible to talk to a system that had no way of interfering with each other. In the end, I went to the classroom without needlessly removing Jin from the morning.

Indeed, the children have been chattering since morning. The reason was obvious without even knowing it.

“Ian-! Did you get first place?”

“uh.”

“Did you know?”

“Of course.”

If you don’t get the top prize even after doing that, there is a corruption of collusion, so I pushed Shiira away with that in mind.

But she casually took a seat next to me and turned to me with her face on the desk. It was very burdensome.

“Then what is my rank?”

“I don’t know.”

“why? To know your rank, didn’t you look at the scorecard?”

“Below me, I have no interest.”

“… … Aha, I was just so unlucky with that word.”

However, if Shira was such a reason, it was enough to understand that she did not know her rank.

But as if it were a pity, he put his chin on my shoulder and whispered.

“By the way, I’m in the second seat.”

“… … are you the car seat? why?”

“Why? It’s the winning team, the writing must be perfect, and you didn’t even take action to devalue the score?”

“No, then— Stella?”

“stellar? Well- I have no interest under me—”

As she said that, she remained ignorant. However, finding out Stella’s rank was not a big secret.

Because right now, the academy is releasing the grades of all students. It was inhumane and outdated, but no one complained.

The kids who can change this are the kids at the top anyway.

After class, I headed straight to the bulletin board. It must have been posted since morning, but the front of the bulletin board was full of people, whether there are children like me trying to check it late.

‘Let’s see, Stella. stellar… … .’

1st place Iain Clark.

… … …

… …

…

5th place Stella iritz.

I was looking for her name from above, but I looked at her name below and made a serious expression.

‘… … 5th place?’

Is that Stella Eritz?

* * *

Ian Clarke, who had only heard of Stella Erits through a game, was shocked to find out that she was placed 5th.

If so, what kind of shock would you have received?

“miss. You are late for class.”

“… … What about it, late or not?”

“If you lie down like that, you will get fat.”

“Hey, you didn’t even eat that much!?”

But, hearing the provocation, Stella immediately got up. Then he leaned against the wall and hugged the pillow.

Now I couldn’t calm myself down unless I was holding something in my arms. It felt like that.

‘… … 5th place.’

Of course, I thought it would be the second seat. Was I too arrogant? No matter what I do for the rest of my life, it was natural for me to be number one in my age group.

The fact that the result was not first place itself felt unrealistic. Even more so because of the fact that it fell even more than the result I was prepared for.

‘… … scared.’

Why has she been able to act authoritatively so far? There was a reason that she was a peasant girl, but at the same time, it was because her own skills supported her.

Among the nobles, she is a princess of the duke family called Sangsuk and the head of the academy.

This was the pillar that supported her.

Now that the pillar has collapsed, I was afraid to imagine how people would look at her.

“miss.”

Nelia approached her like that. Stella raised her head buried in the pillow and glanced at her.

“Then how about taking a break today? I will take care of sick leave.”

“… … Please.”

“Yes. Meanwhile— is there anything you would like to eat?”

“… … sweet.”

“You are getting fat.”

“Okay, I’ll eat.”

On a day like today, Nelia didn’t even say no. She left the dormitory saying that she would come and go shopping, and that she should feel better in the meantime.

A deep silence flows Stella immediately fell on the bed and passed the time blankly.

I didn’t want to think about anything. As she consciously tried to recall something, her subconscious kept pulling her in the worst direction.

clap-.

“… … Salamander.”

—Keeing.

Feeling her depression, the salamander came out and began to lick her face carefully. As her warm tongue licked her face, she felt an itch and smiled wildly.

“thank you.”

—Creung Crung.

“… Shouldn’t I be like this too?”

While stroking the salamander’s head, she hugged the salamander and started lying down. It was nice and warm.

After how much time had passed, the outside of the dormitory began to become noisy. Has Nelia already returned from shopping?

Stella headed to the door with the intention of helping her. And immediately opened the door.

“Nelia, come quickly… … .”

“Uh, sorry. It’s not Nelia.”

And I met the eyes of Ian outside the door.

Why is he here?

How did you get here?

All sorts of misconceptions come to mind first, then. I realized what I was doing.

The clothes are thin pajamas to wear while sleeping.

I didn’t wear underwear because it was uncomfortable.

Their unwashed hair was tangled with each other and became a mess, exposing her bare face without makeup.

In other words, it means that he was wearing an outfit that was too shameful to show to an outsider.

Quang!

Stella closed the door without saying a word. Feeling a sense of dread, Ian waited for Stella for a while.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, after combing her hair neatly and changing into underwear and pajamas, Stella, who wore light makeup, stuck out her head.

“… … what.”

“high.”

“… How the hell did you get here?”

“They opened it because they said it was someone who came last time.”

“security… … !”

She looked at Ian up and down, embracing a fierce smirk at the guard who opened the door for Ian.

He had a basket in his hand. There was a lot of food inside, but since he was a man, there was no way he was holding such a thing, so maybe he was able to meet Nelia nearby and come first.

“What about Nelia?”

“Who is that… Oh, Mr. Maid?”

“uh.”

“No?”

“No… … all?”

So what is it? Hearing that, Stella asked, pointing to the basket containing Ian.

Seeing this, Ian lifted the basket and said to her with a smirk.

“Do you like tteokbokki?”

“Mochi, what?”

“Spicy.”

“… … Do you know how to cook?”

“then.”

Ian pushed Stella slightly and went inside. After seeing the salamander sticking out his tongue in the room, Ian faltered a little and entered the kitchen carefully.

* * *

tuck tuck tuck.

Sharp knife skills. Although lagging behind a profession like Nelia, Ian’s knives made it clear that he’d been in the kitchen more than once or twice.

‘… … Do you know how to cook?’

And at that sight, Stella felt an unknown and mysterious emotion. In this era, it was close to a sin for a man to stand in the kitchen.

The fact that he, the reader of the Baron, knows how to cook, draws some picture of what kind of life he has led, and I even felt a little moved by the fact that he does things in front of him that would humiliate even his family when seen by others. .

As the pot simmered, it gave off the smell of the food in it. While sweet… A pungent smell that stings the nose. It was a very addictive smell.

“It’s done.”

And then, Ian brought tteokbokki in a pot. Stella glistened at the bright red food reminiscent of her hair, and looked at Ian and food alternately.

“… … what’s this?”

“Have you never eaten?”

“yes.”

“Then you can eat it now.”

Ian dipped a rice cake in front of me with a fork and lifted it up, then poked the fork at Stella.

Feeding them was an act that was only given to them when they were babies.

I often see what other people do.

In the school cafeteria, I immediately remembered a sweet couple feeding each other while shuddering.

“Mi, are you crazy!?”

“what?”

“Gee, what are you doing now!”

“I’m feeding you because you don’t know how to eat. Why are you like that?”

“… … Ji, do you really have no other feelings?”

“What are you talking about?”

Thanks to Ian who held out his fork as he said that, Stella carefully tilted her head.

The flowing bangs get in the way, so I tuck my hair behind my ears, and open my lips a little bit to avoid looking ugly if I open my mouth too wide.

Tuk, the slightly hot rice cake touches your lips. He carefully took a bite of the rice cake and asked. it’s chewy … … and it’s hot so that your face heats up.

“What do you think?”

“… … Spicy.”

“Drink milk.”

Saying so, Ian handed her milk. Stella carefully grabbed the cup with both hands and drank it slowly.

The taste of cold milk washed away the spicy taste. I also really liked the chewy texture of the rice cakes.

Waiting for the next one, she found that Ian had eaten the rice cake I had cut and was about to eat another rice cake with the fork.

“Why are you eating that?”

“… … Why are you screaming? And there’s a fork in front of you too. Now eat it yourself.”

“That’s not it!”

As for why you eat the rice cakes I put on you, Stella didn’t really question it. Ian looked like he didn’t care at all, but if I asked him that, he might seem like he was the only one who cared about him.

In the end, she carefully cut the mochi and asked. Every time he bit him, he glanced at Ian.

Every time I did, my face got hot.

But it was all because the seasoning was spicy.

It was so spicy that his face was burning hot.

… … So, in the end, the reason she got hot was because of Ian.