I Am No King's

Chapter 120 – Lugalgin and Tasha, Meeting pt 1

I can still remember the meeting like yesterday. That afternoon, while looking for a lunch spot, I saw the figure of a woman, wearing shorts and a blue blouse, walking with many plastic bags. Not one. Not two. He had six plastic bags in both hands.

　

His long brown hair looked so smooth, decomposed, like silk blown by the wind. Brown eyes, round ping pong balls, which showed a light I had never seen. However, of all that, the thing that struck me the most was her smile. Although he looked troubled and exhausted, with his clothes soaked in sweat, a smile still spread wide on his face.

　

For me who since childhood was infuriated by large families and neighbors, I wonder what made him smile so widely. But that's what I put aside.

　

At that moment, when he passed in front, I immediately grabbed his left hand and took out three plastic bags.

　

"Eh?"

　

"It must be heavy, right? Let me help you."

　

"Eh? Uh? Thank you." Thank you."

　

She lost her smile when I took the plastic bag in her hand. However, that smile re-emerged as we walked in one direction.

　

"Who are you? I've never seen you here."

　

"My name is Lugalgin Alhold. I'm filling the time before it's late afternoon to pick up my sister."

　

"Ah... The alhold? You mean from the Alhold family?"

　

"Yes, from the Alhold family. But don't get me wrong. I'm not a gifted or special child. I'm an incompetent, I have no control."

　

"Ah. sorry."

　

"It's okay."

　

At that moment, I realized that he was apologizing after noticing my body full of scars and bruises.

　

The atmosphere became a little awkward after that. However, on the way, I managed to get information about it. The woman's name is Tasha. At that time, I was 8 years old and he was 10 years old, two years older than me. He has no family name because of his orphanage. Back then, she lived in an orphanage with dozens of other children.

　

The orphanage where Tasha lived was not an old, half-destroyed building like in a movie full of cliches. But not too fancy. Just a normal house. In fact, if there were no signboard that said "Sargon Orphanage", I would never know if this building was an orphanage.

　

"Sister's back!"

　

"Sir Ta–"

　

I still remember the expression of the children in the orphanage who fell silent when they saw me. They half greeted Tasha.

　

"Ah, introduce, this boy is Lugalgin. She's. lonely. So, I'm gonna get him to play here."

　

With a lie, Tasha managed to get the kids to accept me. I was quite surprised how the children in that place could accept me so easily. I mean, I was never accepted by the Alhold family. In fact, at school, I had to show an acceptable new achievement.

　

It was the first time I could be taken for granted by someone. Besides Ninlil, mother, and father of course.

　

The children in the orphanage were small. Besides Tasha, the oldest one is still a year younger than me. For the manager, there was only one middle-aged mother, named Bu Aria, and Tasha. Although Tasha is a resident of the orphanage, she is also a caretaker because she lacks energy.

　

"Let me help you cook. Cooking for this many kids would be troublesome, right?"

　

"Eh? But–"

　

"Pay me with lunch. I was actually looking for food.

　

Tasha smiled again. "Well, if that's what you want."

　

That afternoon, I helped Tasha cook. In addition to helping her cook, I also chopped up uncooked vegetables, mixed seasonings, and grinded meat mixed with herbs and vegetables.

　

Vegetables that have been cut are simply added with seasoning and boiled. Then, ground meat can be directly fried as a side dish. As such, Tasha would not be troubled for that night and the next morning.

　

After cooking, I had lunch with the kids. We all ate in a room that wasn't very big, but it was enough for all the kids to eat together.

　

I ate with Tasha and Ms. Aria. We eat normally. A little bit of directionless or meaningless conversation sometimes came up, but they never asked me about my background or circumstances. Yes, the scars and bruises that are all over the body have given a little picture, anyway.

　

However, despite the normal eating atmosphere, I couldn't stop smiling. Previously, I only had three places to eat at home, outside, or at school.

　

When eating at home, mom and dad never talk. However, it was still mending as they sometimes came out of the dining room just to fight.

　

Outside, I would eat at the restaurant alone. It is not uncommon for people to try to blackmail me. I mean, little boy, eating alone at the diner. People must think I have a lot of money to extort. I never feel safe when I eat out.

　

The third is in the bathroom. Snacks, which I brought for break time, I could never eat in class. In the classroom, there must be a child from the Alhold family who suddenly took my food and threw it away. So, the choice falls on the bathroom.

　

Friends who are not hostile to me, despite feeling pity, do not dare to get involved just like that. Although they knew I was not wrong, I was a troubled child who often fought with students and teachers.

　

　

And, without me noticing, tears were shed.

　

Tasha and Bu Aria just rubbed my back, without saying anything. Even though they didn't say anything, I could hear, "you've done well". It wasn't just Tasha and Aria's mom, the kids in the room saw me. Some of the kids close by rubbed me.

　

"Sister Lugalgin, if you want, you can play here again."

　

"Yes, right. You can play here again."

　

In response to all their words, I could only say two words.

　

"thank you. Thank you." Thank you."

　

Only those two words came out of my mouth many times.

　

After we finished eating, we cleaned up. While Aria's mom was taking the kids to nap, I washed the dishes with Tasha.

　

"So, can I come here again?"

　

"Do you need to ask again? The kids said it."

　

"I want to ask you for confirmation."

　

"Well..." Tasha sighed. "Of course I can. I can't refuse a request from a child who just cried, can I?"

　

"Hahaha, I'm so embarrassed. By the way," I brought a new topic. "Why didn't you use the power of control? I mean, with control you can carry those things easily, right?"

　

"Ah, that. Maybe you don't know, but in an orphanage, doing things without control is normal."

　

"hee.... Why?"

　

"That's easy. Too many kids, too many kinds of controls. We cannot buy furniture with a variety of materials. Too expensive."

　

"I guess, the orphanage is training to control all the materials."

　

"Some orphanages are like that. However, usually such orphanages have administrators or owners who are related to the police or military. A normal orphanage like Sargon doesn't do it."

　

Hmm, so yeah.

　

"And again," Tasha added, "if you use too much control, your stamina will run out faster. So, we ourselves also train for these children to be strong."

　

During the dish washing, I got quite valuable information. But for me, that's not what matters. If he's willing to talk about such unimportant things with me, then he's comfortable with me. Aye right?

　

After washing the dishes, I gave instructions on how to cook vegetables and ground meat that I had prepared.

　

"You can cook, and then you've made preparations for dinner and breakfast tomorrow. Am I wrong to say you're used to doing homework?"

　

"Haha. Every morning, I have to prepare breakfast, snack box, and lunch for my sister. So, while cooking dinner, I prepared the food ready to cook for the morning. And, for homework, since my sister was born until now, I'm the one who does it more often."

　

"Ah, so is it... Sorry."

　

Seriate

　

　

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