[Part 3/6]
"..."
Her submissive attitude made furrow my brows. If she has an aptitude for scouting, this would be problematic. In Yun-shoku's plan for reforming the servant group, raising the literacy levels of the entire group was one of the goals. Especially for those involved in reconnaissance, it would be even more important for them not to be illiterate. She wanted them to write reports in a formal manner rather than just bringing back the information they've seen.
As I ntioned, there's no ti to spare...
"Hisa, it's written as '氷る雨'. That's your na."
"Huh?"
In response to my explanation, the newly minted servant raised her head with a slightly downward tilt. At the sa ti, I pressed a torn piece of paper with her provisional na written on it against her.
"Since Kuchinasi's forr squad leader said sothing to , I will do it. But I can't do it right away because I'm busy, but won't it be a problem when you get promoted? At least let teach you enough so you can write reports. For now, make sure you can write your own na."
"Y-Yes!!"
In response to my sowhat indifferent words, Hisa nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. Yep, she's definitely naive. Too straightforward for her own good.
(Being straightforward isn't exactly a virtue... It's tough.)
In my previous life, a personality like hers might have been okay. But the hardships in this world are beyond comparison to my previous life. Being a fool, straightforward, and pure were akin to declaring yourself as nothing more than prey.
At least that aspect needs to be corrected. I can't abandon her. I don't want to abandon her...
"Uh, uh, Senior Tomobe...? Is sothing the matter?"
Seeming to notice my sowhat impolite gaze, Hisa inquired with unease evident even through the screen. Indeed, her talent isn't bad.
"...I want so hot water. Bring it over."
"Y-Yes!"
Hisa answered my request in a tearful voice and dashed towards the kitchen of the room. She's probably skilled in stealth; it would be fine to hear so knock-knock footsteps, but there's complete silence. Seriously, what's with her, trying to hide like that!!
...And now, why is Hisa here? I should give a good explanation to those who may be wondering why Hisa is here.
The Kuchinasi squad was reorganized after the squad leader was removed from the combat force of the team. During that process, Hisa, who had lower skills compared to the other mbers, was separated from the squad and beca part of the unaffiliated standby group.
In addition, Yun-shoku had beco busy, making it difficult for her to focus on , as I was ordered to rest further as punishnt. This situation is a result of a combination of factors.
Reporting my abduction and the fact that I had been accompanying Yasunaga Institution up until then established a connection. Taking this into account, Yun-shoku decided on Hisa's placent. I try to oppose it. But Yun-shoku rejected my objection. Damn it.
(To be honest, it's awkward...)
As I finished correcting the typos on the scroll and tidied up, I thought to myself. If I glance towards the kitchen, I can see the figure of the new servant, trembling at the stove. She timidly turned her gaze toward with a sense of anxiety.
"U-Um, is this pot okay!?"
"...Yeah. That's right."
After responding to her words of confirmation, I returned my gaze to the next docunt.
Every movent, every gesture, and even the faint emotions behind the words I utter are all carefully observed by the other side. It would be much easier if I could just command like Kuchinasi... Unfortunately, despite the difference in experience, I'm also a lower-ranking mber in terms of rank, and the age gap isn't that significant either. I couldn't be that domineering.
(And also...)
Recalling another difficult-to-deal-with reason, I shake off that line of thought. It's just sentintal nonsense. I'm pathetic for holding onto these feelings, it's utterly womanly.
"Here's your hot water!"
A cry of panic, as though silent infiltration had no aning, resonates. Hisa rushes over here in a fluster. My intuition, honed through surviving countless life-or-death situations as a servant, picked up on an incredibly unpleasant atmosphere emanating from her.
"Wha...!?"
Imdiately after, Hisa slipped and executed a gracefully disastrous fall. She spins around and lands on her butt, while the teacup she was carrying flies through the air, releasing steam. Naturally, its contents are on the verge of spilling out.
"I pretty much expected this...!!"
At the point where she was either going to tumble or not, I had already sprung into action, enduring the pain in my body as I rushed over. Using spiritual energy to enhance my body, I propel myself forward like a cat's leap. Instantly assessing the situation, I click my tongue and brace myself. That is, covering Hisa.
"U-ugh, it's hot!!?"
"Senior!!?"
Experiencing the near-scalding hot water, I scream. Imdiately afterward, the teacup collides with my head, causing pain. I press my head while groaning and squat down. Ugh, why do I have to go through this? Isn't there any salvation?
"Uh, um... Are you okay?"
"Do you think I'm all right?"
"Um... Should I cool it down with water?"
"Yes, please."
My entire body aches—head, back, and all. I decided to comply with Hisa's suggestion.
"Yes. Um... Sorry, could you move back?"
"Huh? Oh..."
Hisa's hesitant request made realize the situation, albeit belatedly.
Since I had been shielding her from the hot water, I was unintentionally straddling her. Furthermore, due to the pain in my head, I had my head pressed against her abdon. It's a belated thought, but her stomach is so soft and squishy, like a girl's.
...Is this harassnt?
"...? Um. You're... heavy."
Facing my rigidity after grasping the situation, Hisa, who wasn't retreating despite the circumstances, makes her request once more. Perhaps she hasn't developed much of a sexual consciousness yet, as I don't detect any disgust in her words. She's still reserved and slightly apologetic.
"Oh, uh... Right. Yeah, sure. I'll move. I'll move..."
Fortunately, I was in luck. There's still room to gloss over things. To let things go unanswered. I gradually separate our closely pressed bodies...
"Hey, little brat. It's ti for your dicine. Seriously, why is it that guys are always such idiots, I an..."
Right after that, the door to the hut was forcefully swung open. Entering was Dokuzawa Yakuko, the slightly older mber of the now-extinct Yakushiji branch family—now the Dokuzawa family. She carried a dicine kit with her.
It's unfortunate that she appeared at the worst possible ti.
"..."
"..."
"...What the hell are you doing?"
The intruder, the first to recover before the three of us could fall into silence, posed a question—no, an interrogation. Or perhaps it was an inquiry. The target was, needless to say, .
"It's not what it looks like. Listen to properly like a civilized person. This is a misunderstanding. It's an overly clichéd developnt specific to eroge and galge. I know that such developnts have a punchline, but it's about ti to move away from typical patterns, you see..."
"Oh, I see."
The explanation that was about to drag on and on was cut off sharply by the intruder.
"About the part down there. Explain."
"H-hyes!? Senior said he'd teach about things I didn't know!"
"Can you please stop escalating misunderstandings!?"
It's even worse when her pure and innocent nature doesn't perceive any malicious intent. No, really! She's teary-eyed because I suddenly addressed her, you know? It's not my fault!
"Fine, fine. So, anything else you want to say in the end?"
My defense was brushed off so curtly, I was condemned. I guess I'm screwed.
"Wait, you'll understand."
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