Chapter 477: 477: Wild Cookout
Chapter 477: 477: Wild Cookout
Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Wild Cookout
“Your actual aim must have been to help the girl named Makoto Sakura, right?”
After hiding Rider and her temporary treatment platform back in Phase Space, Saber, who had been wearing a contemplative expression, suddenly broke the silence and spoke straightforwardly.
“Why would you think that?”
I curiously looked at the blonde girl, while she gazed back with her pure, lake-green eyes, her face revealing unwavering confidence in her speculation.
“Rider mentioned your motives, which led me to some thoughts,” Saber turned her head to look at the back of Tsuruya, who was about to head to the kitchen to prepare lunch, “Regarding those seemingly whimsical actions, you always explain them as your own interest or curiosity, but I don’t think it was by chance that you wanted to help the girl named Makoto Sakura today.”
“Yes, it was planned. For certain reasons, I came to know a bit about the girl’s experience and felt sympathy—that’s all there is to it.”
It was a very vague answer; serious questioning would only lead to greater doubt, yet the King of Dai Mao merely nodded in acceptance, showing no further pursuit of the matter.
“Helping ordinary people in trouble, huh? You share the same character as Shi Lang,” Saber’s Dai Mao hair bobbed up and down as she nodded seriously, “Though non-human, you are an upright person.”
Thank goodness, an upright person; at least they didn’t outright call me a good person.
As I felt touched that I hadn’t been dealt a Good Person Card this time, a very subtle growling noise suddenly emanated from beside me.
“Ah,” Saber said, a touch embarrassed as she covered her stomach, “I didn’t eat much for breakfast.”
I understood since Sister Fujimura and Makoto Sakura’s alternating scrutinizing and pitying gazes, as well as the two Shorties causing interruptions at the table now and then, would make it difficult for anyone without a screw loose to eat properly.
It’s worth mentioning that the heartless bunch back home seemed able to gobble up food no matter what the circumstances.
“Speaking of which, I’m getting a bit hungry too,” I said, quickly rubbing my stomach as well, not wanting to embarrass the girl with her stomach rumblings, “Hunger is the greatest enemy, and Tsuruya might find it a bit challenging to cook alone; let’s go over and give her a hand.”
“Yes!” The King of Dai Mao nodded vigorously, “I agree with you; hunger is the greatest enemy!”
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