Chapter 9

Melissa looked at him with a quick question. I received a pretty ink, so I wanted to say thank you for it, but I wanted to know when it would be good.

“I would rather do it. I’ve been eating alone so far, so it won’t be so bad that I can’t eat it.”

He had an indifferent tone, but that suits this man well. You say you cook there? He must be a respectful person. In a world where there was nothing to eat, people who gave food to them were originally good people. Melissa looked down at the bandages that were wrapped around her wrist, and then suddenly raised her head to ask a question.

“Hey, hello. I’m Melissa Law. This is Stein.”

“You know.” “Are you Wolfward Lancelote?” I’m only now officially making an official statement on the subject I wrote about as my husband in my diary. Dany. This situation was funny and funny, Melissa poked inwardly.

“You may call me Wolfward.” My husband muttered as he cleaned up the remaining bandages and scissors. Would it be strange to feel that he was somehow embarrassed by that appearance? Melissa smiled faintly and nodded her head.

“Yes, Wolfward Me too Please call me Mellisa.”

“I do.”

“You already know why I came here and why I live in the mansion… If you have any questions, please ask me. By the way, I have a lot of questions.” Melissa opened her mouth cautiously, hoping that she wouldn’t feel rushed or overworked.

Then Wolfward looked at her seriously and then shook his head. “I don’t have one, so you can ask. I guess.”

“Ah, then… how did you know? Before I get hurt by an iron axe.” Melissa was very curious about that. His speed of reaction was not surprising. It feels natural. but how

Did you mean when i appeared and saved the crab at the moment when he was about to get hurt? “I just found it on the way back. “Aha…! I’m lucky. thanks to you.This.” Cutting off an ankle would not have been a pleasant experience. Melissa patted her chest and glanced at her husband once more.

‘Your face is blunt. Looking at his behavior, he seems friendly… He must have just hardened with that expression.’ There was no resemblance to a smile anywhere in his day. Her tightly closed mouth and her eyebrows drawing mountains gave the impression that she was somehow angry. But like that.

Thinking that he must have enjoyed the deliciously fluffy potato bread she made, instead of being afraid, it made her laugh.

“Oh. This is the dish I made. Was it really tasty?”

After meeting like this, I should ask all the things I was curious about, Melissa asked subtly. My husband was leaning against the wall without going out even after tidying up, and seeing that, I thought he might give me an answer.

“It was delicious.”

“What a relief!.” Melissa was really happy. Tonight I can write a good story in my diary!
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