Even if you say you don't love me ~ The Former Demon King is Happy Being a Lady Fed by a Serious Soldier - Chapter 6

Abigail stares at the plate, unable to understand why it’s empty. That was right, if you eat it, it’s gone…

I answered such a serious question as if it were common sense, but the pudding was probably the most important thing.

I glanced at Tabatha to make sure she didn’t end up bedridden again, and she nodded, so I decided to offer her my share of the pudding, thinking she was still okay. Tabatha nodded strongly twice, Rodney’s eyebrows drooping pathetically, and Ethan was on the verge of collapsing. Ethan, you’re not that type of person, are you?

“Oh… I see. I see… Shall I have my share too?”

“Eh, no! Please have a taste, sir!”

“I’m not that fond of sweet things…here you go.”

Quick.

The moment I brought the spoon with the pudding close to her mouth, which had said no, she took a bite.

…This.

In reality, he had intended to move the pudding along with the plate towards Abigail. He had done it unconsciously. It could be said that he was possessed by the devil. Perhaps he wanted to direct his eyes, glued to the pudding, towards him.

As if he had made a mistake, Abigail licked the pudding off the spoon as if nothing had happened and tried to straighten herself up. He offered her another spoon, and it was quick.

“…Piyo-chan”

“It’s Abigail”

“Oh, so the master is awakening to that…” Rodney muttered loudly, but no, you raised him together too! It’s Piyo-chan! The chick that fell from that nest!

“Master, you’re going to eat.”

One more bite.

“Aren’t you?”

One more bite.

“It’s delicious, but it’s gone”

I was so engrossed in bringing the pudding to Abigail’s mouth that it was gone in an instant. This gives me a sense of accomplishment…

Abigail, who seemed to be in a daze, suddenly straightened up with a look of realization on her face.

“Sir, I can help you with your work too.”

I guess this was the kind of thing where you have to work because you were given food. Would Abigail feel better if you did something for her?

I pondered as I quenched my thirst with the herbal tea Rodney had made for me. Abigail hadn’t started yet. She stared into the teacup as if thinking that it would cool down faster if she did.

“Even if I say help, I won’t be taking military work home with me. As for the business… Rodney, is there anything?”

“Is it wrong for you to just learn the mistress’ work normally? Of course, slowly while watching the lady’s physical condition.”

“Oh, I see. Well, I don’t really feel the need to socialize, so I’ll go at my own pace, Tabatha and Abigail.”

I vaguely remember what my mother was doing, but I imagine it. The mistress is not only in charge of socializing but also managing the mansion, so Tabatha will be able to take care of it.

“There’s a job for the mistress! I can do it!”

Abigail says she’s never thought of it before because she’s never helped out before, which makes me feel uneasy.

“By the way, can you tell me what it’s like?”

“We call a merchant. He’ll take everything from here to here.”

“Okay, forget about Longhurst. I’ll leave it to you, Tabatha.”

That house really isn’t doing anything good, starting with leaving the head of the family’s signature to someone else!

“Is Tabatha going to tell me?”

Abigail’s complexion has improved recently, and she’s showing more emotion on her face than she did at first. She looks happy because the busy Tabatha is with her. She’s really grown on me.

“I’m good at studying. I studied the work of the territory myself.”

“Myself?”

I wonder if he just signed the documents that his subordinates had submitted.

Longhurst was a rich territory, and it’s not something the head of the family could run alone. He imagined that there were no problems because he had a lot of excellent subordinates.

“The head of Longhurst two generations ago was very capable. His notes and records were left behind, so I learned how to do things from them. Things like what to do before a river floods, landslides, or other disasters occur, how much to stockpile in case of poor harvests, and how to deal with stampedes of abnormal monster proliferation.”

“Hmm? …Did he really give those instructions? Surely that’s something the head of the family should do directly.”

“…I remember that four years ago, during the year of record-breaking rainfall, Longhurst was an area that suffered unusually little damage.”

The usually taciturn Ethan muttered unconsciously. Four years ago, Abigail must have been around twelve years old.

“I know about the weather and monsters. Because I was the Demon King.”

Abigail took a careful sip of her herbal tea and sipped it, savoring the taste.

“Because I was the Demon King?”

“Yes. That’s why I was able to prepare in advance. I had records of what I would have done if something similar had happened.”

I thought the idea of ​​being the reincarnation of the Demon King was a defensive wall born from the harsh treatment he must have received at the Longhurst household. That’s why even Ethan had a solemn look on his face. We were probably thinking the same thing at that moment.

Did the disaster prevention measures he had taken in advance just work together by chance, or did he have some kind of special ability?

It was said that people with special abilities were a rare gift from heaven. These abilities vary widely, but, well, I had never heard of someone being able to predict the weather or a stampede of abnormal monster reproduction.

I remembered her golden eyes beneath her long eyelashes as she stares down at the herbal tea. The type and shade of eye color can be used as a guide to guessing the nature and amount of magical power. Gold isn’t a color you see often, but considering how strong it shines, I thought she must have a fair amount of magical power.

“Abigail?”

“Yes.”

“I haven’t heard anything about you being knowledgeable in magic or having a divine gift, but were you hiding it from the Longhurst family?”

If the Longhurst family knew about Abigail’s abilities, they would have sold her for a much higher price. A marriage to me wouldn’t be enough to make a buck.

“I didn’t attend the baptism ceremony to measure my magical power, so I don’t know about the Longhurst family. I wasn’t asked.”

You didn’t attend the baptism ceremony? It’s a duty of the nobility…”

“I was told that I don’t have to attend because my eyes are an omen. I’m ashamed.”

“Are you sure we don’t have to destroy that family? Or rather, is it okay to destroy them?”

I’d leave it to Abigail to sign the head of the family. If I hit it, dust would come out.

“But sir, I can’t use magic. This body can’t withstand the release of magical power.”

But I think I could manage if it’s just a little, so leave it to me if it’s an emergency, Abigail continued calmly, and all I could say was, leave it to me if it’s an emergency, and don’t get ahead of me.