The lively atmosphere continued until late at night.

After dinner, Natsume took out the pudding that had been frozen in the refrigerator, used a toothpick to separate it from the mold, and finally placed it in a different cup, added a little fruit and decorated it and served it on.

When the girls who saw the sweets were excited, they felt more delicious than the pudding they made in the supermarket.

Perhaps it is just that you can agree with that sentence. Compared to getting something for nothing, you can only make a living by doing it yourself.

Looking at their careful taste and different admiration, Natsume wondered whether he should make sweet and sour pork ribs and Kung Pao chicken tomorrow.

By the way, the chicken essence at home seems to be running out, and the cooking wine used for seasoning tastes too light and must be processed tomorrow.

No! Natsume, who was leaning against the door railing of the living room, shook her head vigorously. Isn’t this idea to show that she has become a family husband?

My task is not to make delicious food for these girls, but to come to "love".

Even if you hate reality and the real world, you cannot give up easily, because it is a reality that belongs only to you.

Everyone cannot escape their own reality, just as the sun rises from the east, it is a kingly existence.

“Is it time to water it?”

Looking out the window, the bright moon was hanging high in the night sky. Its light was illuminated to illuminate the summer cicadas singing in the dark, and prepared the stage lights for them.

Therefore, Natsume thought of the flower bed outside the door, which was transported by Ms. Murasui Ryoto. It was said that some rare medicinal materials were planted in the flower bed, so Natsume needed to take care of it.

There are special facilities on Ratatoskr. However, Murasui still instructed herself. It seems that she either hated her or deliberately wanted to tease her.

Walking sideways into the kitchen, remembering that the watering kettle seems to be placed under the cabinet.

Walking to the cabinet painted with green glue, it shone brightly because of Natsume's previous wipes. Squatting down in front of this dazzling light, Natsume pulled open the cabinet.

The dark cabinet was immediately filled with the light of the fluorescent lights, as if the artist gradually stepped onto the stage, the watering kettle appeared in front of him.

He picked it up and Natsume carried it toward the door.

Although she met Kotori who was holding water on the way, she didn't say anything, but instead stared at Natsume with gratitude.

The food is delicious, but it is hard to accept the gratitude of the eyes.

This may be a benefit for chefs. Delicious dishes will always be praised and praised by others. For this reason, the producers will feel the same as those scientists who have won honors. They feel an incomparable sense of accomplishment.

There are two types of human existence, one exists for others, and the other exists for oneself.

There is nothing wrong with the two, and getting closer to "selfishness" is also considered a "virtue".

Natsume believes that he may intervene in between, or he may be a second, ‘selfish’ human being.

However, now he is sincerely happy with the praise, which makes his positioning a little difficult to grasp.

Walking to the courtyard, the elves silent in the dark seemed to be moving at this moment. They blew the wind to interfere with the Natsume's movement, causing the flowers and green grass in the flowerbed to sway and make a slight slap.

The stars that rejected the sun's embrace were currently guarding around the moon and acting as a flashing guard.

Squat down in front of the flower bed, Natsume pressed the shower head of the watering kettle against the flower bed. A thin stream of water spewed out from the outlet and sprinkled on the green leaves and petals.

The crystal dewdrops can be seen very clearly even at night. They are as beautiful as pearls, and they are frivolous on the surface of their petals, pretending to take away their fragrance.

"Does Mr. Natsume come out alone and find it interesting?"

"Don't treat me as the protagonist with withdrawnism, I just came out to water it. Why did you come out... Record, no, it's Miss Flat."

"Don't always talk about things that others can't change! You perverted gentleman, Natsume."

Without looking back, Natsume thought that if it was watering during the day, it might form a rainbow in front of her eyes.

Is a rainbow?

Speaking of the rainbow, I have heard people say that it is not a beautiful existence, but a bridge built to welcome the end of life.

Just like the sun beams falling from the clouds, it seems to be the way to heaven as the rain begins to stop and the sun is falling from the clouds.

"Master Natsume, can you continue with the previous topic?"

“What was the previous topic?”

"That's it, don't pretend not to know. I talked to us not long ago. Mr. Natsume's task is to fall in love, but people think it is a very difficult task. After all, Natsume lacks emotion fundamentally, doesn't it?"

"I didn't."

I will cry when I encounter sad things; I will hide when I feel pain; it is not as lacking in emotion as the record says, and I don’t even know what I am thinking.

That is a terrifying thing. Personally, if you can't understand yourself, then won't you never be able to understand it?

"Did you deny it? Teacher Natsume is really modest. In the past, Teacher Natsume had 'killed' people' and also cried for the lost partners. But was that really a reflection of Teacher Natsume's feelings?"

"Of course, in that world."

In that world of death game, I was sad for my former teammates.

"No, people think that the reason why Natsume crying is just to imitate and to make myself feel at ease."

"Let yourself be at ease?"

"Yes, just like humans 'will cry when they are sad', 'will laugh when they are happy', 'will be sad when they are painful', 'will be calm', Teacher Natsume's tears are just to fulfill their obligations and fulfill the so-called 'sad' task in your heart, so Mr. Natsume cried."

Like a child, crying like a weak person who has lost his support.

But that is an illusion, and the meaning of recording is this.

Natsume understood it very well, but felt it was a bit ridiculous.

"I really can't agree. Of course, my emotions are decided by myself. Sorrow for them is not because of performing some tasks, but because I really feel pain."

I--

Natsume moved the kettle to the other side and watered the weeds that were about to be pulled out by himself.

"More than anyone--anyway, I think the action at this moment is right."

"The stubborn teacher Natsume is also quite cute, but can it really be done? What does Mr. Natsume look like when he falls in love with others? People are looking forward to it."

"You're looking forward to it."

"I received it, after all, he is Natsume's enemy."
Chapter completed!