Chapter 65.2

Chapter 65.2. Masatoshi Eats Cold Pizza

-Masatoshi’s POV-

“Sorry, sorry, I’m not educated. Is a duke a noble? Are you a noble?”

“You should at least know that! The dukes are the highest nobility in Japan! You’ll be in the fourth grade the day after tomorrow! Just remember that!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I haven’t been going to school much.”

“Oh? You’re skipping school at your age? You.”

Masatoshi looks at her with disdain as she scratches her cheeks and looks uncomfortable. Even he had been a hikikomori since his second year of high school. She’s a pretty bold girl as a third-grader to be a slacker.

“I grew up in an orphanage, and it wasn’t run very well, so I’m …… secretly faking my age and doing odd jobs at the Adventurer’s Guild.”

“Heh, heeeh, that’s it, yeah, that’s it.”

Her response is so unexpected that he strangely clams his mouth and replies, but Mion pats him on the shoulder with a cheerful “ha-ha-ha”.

“Don’t worry about it. There are a lot of people in a situation like mine.”

“Oh, yeah, well.”

When he looks closely, he can see that, despite being a child, Mion’s fingers are rough. They’re not the hands of a bad boy, but rather the fingertips of a red-hot, sore, struggling finger.

Masatoshi reminds himself again that, come to think of it, The Night of Magic is a world with a clear disparity. There are slums and many orphans whose parents were killed by monsters. In the original story, if you’re in an unsafe area near a slum, there are more robbers and pickpockets than black insects.

“Oh, I’m used to those stares. Don’t worry about it. Here, eat this too. You’re a mean-looking kid.”

“Who’s a mean-looking kid,?”

“Well, you looked pretty bad just now. I don’t think you’re a child, you have a mean look.

“What? What? No, of course not. I’m still being praised as a fresh-faced boy genius.”

Upset by these words, Masatoshi touches his face and looks at Mion. There’s no way that’s true. His smile is his own. When the butler, the maid of honor, and the maids ask him what he thinks of his smile, they applaud………, saying it is a refreshing smile, and everyone will fall in love with it. Eh?

“They must be flattering! You don’t seem to have any good adults around you.”

“Gnnnnnn, that can’t be true. …… No, is there?”

“Haha, look, it sounds like we’re both in a tough situation. Eat up, eat up, it’s on your sister.”

With a smile that erases the air that was about to become somber, Mion recommends Masatoshi another plate of food. The only thing left is the iron grill, though.

“It’s free food! Damn, let’s go get something to eat.”

Masatoshi sighs and tries to find some food, saying there is no good in getting caught up in this girl’s pace. In his previous life, he was a commoner. He isn’t unhappy with the food here. On the contrary, he turns his head to the candy corner to try a crispy bar that looks good for the first time in a while and is surprised to see Sena in front of me before he knows it.

“Sena-sama?”

“You already have a friend who is a commoner?”

Her glasses are gleaming, and she asks mischievously, so he waves his hand back in haste.

“No, I’ve just had a little chat with this girl, Mion-san.”

When he answers in a hurry, Sena observes Mion with a hmmm. At the rude look in her eyes, even Mion backed away, and her mouth tightened.

“Your hair is a little shaggy, isn’t it? You’re a girl. You have to keep it in order, don’t you?”

“Ah, yes. Yes, sir.”

Mion was overwhelmed and responded with clumsy polite words. She must have sensed the air that the nobleman exudes. Unfortunately, it’s an air that Masatoshi just can’t acquire.

“Yes, may I give your hair a little trim?”

Shin, standing next to me, takes out a very expensive-looking comb and smiles at her. The smile showed a potential that, with a little more age, would have the destructive power to make any woman fall in love with him.

“Oh, sorry. I have other friends waiting for me, see you later!”

With a gasp and a wave of her hand, Mion escapes. She must have thought that a saintly woman with the air of a noble and a noble-like Shin were not good friends.

With a wink and a bye, Mion leaves. Masatoshi chuckles, not unreasonably.

“What family does that person belong to?”

“This is a commoner section. She seems to be an orphan from an orphanage.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that. More importantly, please explain that food, Masatoshi.”

Quickly losing interest in Mion, Sena tugs at Masatoshi’s hem and leads her to the candy corner. She giggles, grins, laughs and drags Masatoshi along.

“Oh, this is…”

When he gets along with heroine Seina, he’s delighted and explains to her the candy. Sena and Shin thanked his information, and he was happy to hear them praise him.

In the coming event, that girl will die. He glances over and sees the girl enjoying cooking with a group of similarly dressed girls who are probably her friends.

The girl who seemed to be having a hard time would die. Thinking about it, he feels guilty. After all, the story goes on as it was originally written. There would be no problem saving one girl.

“……That’s for the pizza. I’m going to warn her to get out of here.”

He clicked his tongue and decided to call out to Mion.

“Oh my, the iron spider is on the move.”

“Indeed. Is it some attraction?”

He was startled by Sena and Shin’s words, and when he turned his head in the direction they were looking, he saw that the iron spider had started to move.

“Hey, why? That’s ridiculous.”

The iron spider never moved in the original story, and when she saw it, he was so upset that he involuntarily muttered.

Sena heard this muttering and narrowed her eyes slightly.