To Isekai With Home

chapter 8 Confession

It had been five days that Celestia was lying in bed due to illness. While I was, I still had a job that was gardening.

I was in the garden to harvest the ripe rice.

'Really fast!! to harvest the newly mature rice. If in my world it used to take five to six months at the earliest to harvest ripe rice!!'

I took the golden yellow rice.

I rolled it by hitting it on a tree I had cut down.

'Really exhausting!!. It turns out this feels like people of old times rolled freshly cooked rice. Especially without modern tools and using only hand power!!'

I kept rolling the rice until it ran out. I collect the finished rice rolled in a sack (made by myself).

Then I prepared a nice place to hang it. After a long time drying the rice, I collect the rice dilesung (made by myself) which is large enough to accommodate all the grains of rice.

'Fuhh... finally finished too!, tomorrow I just mash and become rice'

Celestia who was sitting was waiting for me at the door while bringing me instant noodles.

"Is it not that you are sick. Why are you out?? it gets worse!!"

"No. I've improved a little, because you give me healing magic every day"

"That's a little bit!! mending is perfectly healthy!!"

"Well even if you say that, but you're working hard. As for me, I don't want to trouble you. Moreover, I just hitchhiked"

Again, Zero's heart ached after hearing Celestia say "Just hitchhiking".

"Well, okay. Can you give me that instant noodle you brought??"

"More"

Zero took the instant noodles that Celestia had prepared and ate them.

"I'll go back inside. It's late in the afternoon, when are you going to stop??"

"In the meantime, just clean up the fallen rice trunks"

"Ohh. okay"

Celestia went inside the house. Meanwhile Zero finished the instant noodles that Celestia had prepared.

Zero stood up and went to remove the wrap from the instant noodles.

'When Celestia stopped calling herself just a passenger'

I muttered as I walked towards the rice field.

I cleaned up the already useless rice stalks and collected them into one and burned them by imagining a fire that was the size of a match.

I looked at the rice stalks that were burning from the fire. The turbulent fire seemed like my heart was churning inexorably because of the words spoken by Celestia.

I took a deep breath and sighed.

'Haahh.... how can Celestia not call herself a placeholder who just happens to be saved??'

While inside the house, Celestia was packing her belongings and clothes that she had brought from her own home in Zero's bag before meeting Zero in the forest.

He intends to escape when Zero falls asleep and leaves secretly without Zero's knowledge and leaves behind only a letter.

"Alright, the plan is to run away secretly by the time Zero has already slept!!"

Zero knocked on the door.

"Celestia I'm in!!"

Celestia hurriedly hid Zero's bag.

"Yes.just go in, the door's not locked"

"I'm in!!"

Zero went inside the house while still thinking of a way for Celestia not to regard herself as a person who only accommodates.

Zero who was hard to find any ideas muttered.

"Ahhhh...how about I ask her what food she likes!!"

Zero went to Celestia's room to ask her what kind of food she liked.

The lying Celestia opened her eyes when Zero opened the door of her room.

"Have you finished working Zero??"

Zero stepped into his room while carrying a chair.

"Yep, as you've seen. I'm done working"

Celestia closed her eyes.

"Hey... Celestia what's your favorite food??"

Celestia who had just closed her eyes to sleep again opened her eyes after hearing the question from Zero.

"My favorite food?? nothing special. If you make it for me, I'll spend it all"

"All right, then"

Celestia closed her eyes to sleep. Celestia who wanted to leave secretly prepared herself to sleep in the afternoon so as not to get sleepy at night when the plan was later.

I was sitting near Celestia rubbing Celestia's hair until Celestia fell asleep.

I came out of Celestia's room.

"What foods are suitable for Celestia??"

I went to the living room thinking about what food would be suitable for me to give.

'Food, food, food??'

When I got to the living room I remembered the incident when my mother prepared a cake for me and my friends while studying group.