67 – Bloody entrance ceremony (2)

Looking back, I could see it right. This girl’s hair is perfectly white, as if all the pigment had been removed with medication. It’s different from the silver hair in my memory.

“…excuse me.”

“Kyaaak! What!”

Startled, Trisha turned around with the same hand holding the cleaver.

“…”

When she saw me, I was very taken aback.

“You-you don’t even knock?”

I was equally embarrassed to see Tricia’s appearance. It was a completely different look from the short-haired girl I remembered.

“Knock… I did.”

Trisha looked me up and down, then raised the point of a knife as if dealing with a stranger and said,

“…What were you thinking about crawling back in?”

“It’s also my dormitory, right?”

Come to think of it, it’s ridiculous. You stole my dorm.

“Then why did you come? You acted like you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“Professor Ella said he would reward you if you got along well.”

Actually, I came here because I was a little worried about Trisha after seeing the scenery of the living area.

But it was much easier to just be a snobbish bad guy than pretending to be nice.

“…”

Trisha pondered my words for a moment, then eased her guard a little.

“I like being honest.”

Then, as if he had changed his mind again, he pointed the tip of his knife at me menacingly and said,

“…But it’s unlucky. If you get a reward, you’re right with me.”

Severe emotional ups and downs you have to remember

“I see what you do.”

“It’s funny.”

Tricia rolled her eyes for a moment before speaking.

“So… are you going to crawl in and live here now?”

I nodded.

she spoke in a firm tone.

“Did you think that would work your way? Listen up. You are not yet a member of this dorm.”

“…what?”

Tricia exclaimed proudly.

“You didn’t have a declaration ceremony, a declaration ceremony!”

Reporting ceremony… ?

I was worried that I would use some unreasonable force, but I came up with a very bland reason.

“Even so, there is a tradition here.”

It’s a tradition in a dormitory that’s only been built for a few months.

“Do you really have to?”

“Of course! This is definitely a dormitory!”

I feel like I have a grudge because I want to do it. Hagiya, Trisha was trapped here, so I could understand because she wouldn’t even get a taste of the ceremony.

“So what is the declaration ceremony?”

“……You have to eat the cookies I made.”

“Yes, what to eat.”

As I tried to move, she shouted, waving her cleaver.

“Stand still!”

On the one hand, her appearance was bloody like a robber taking hostages.

Trisha fixed her gaze and the point of her sword on me and waved one hand behind her back. I rummaged through the silver tray on the kitchen table and picked up a cookie.

“Cookies…were you making them?”

“uh.”

“Why do you need a cleaver to make cookies?”

I didn’t need a cleaver to make the cookies. I know because I made it too.

Tricia’s pupils shook slightly as if she had been hit on the spot.

“…Noisy. I used it to make shapes.”

Trisha gulped and approached cautiously. Then he pushed the mask off my face.

Seeing my face, I was startled and took a step back.

“Surprised.”

“… .”

She looked carefully at my face and said.

“Looking at it up close, I look really unlucky. I’m pissed that my real face is exposed, so you go around taking off your mask here too.”

“…”

“If you know, open your mouth right now.”

Tricia shoved a bizarre-shaped cookie into my mouth and blocked it with her slender hands.

“Chew.”

After one bite, I could see why Trisha kept her mouth shut. The dough was undercooked, so it tasted like flour, and even the lumps of sugar were chewed. And it tastes slightly salty. You may not have mistaken salt and sugar.

I squirmed for a while and pretended to swallow. Tricia saw that and slowly lowered her hand that had covered her mouth. Then he asked in a timid voice.

“How does it taste…?”

And I immediately ran to the leftovers and spit out the cookies. this was my answer

Trisha saw it and screamed.

“Hey!!”

I brushed off the clumps of dough that were stuck to my front teeth and picked up the cookie recipe from the kitchen table.

Trisha was very upset.

“What are you looking at!”

Clearly there was nothing wrong with what was written. However, judging from the horrible results that came into my mouth, I must have never cooked in my life.

“You don’t listen to other people even if you die?

“No, the professor didn’t force me to eat anything unhealthy.”

“What… are you saying my cookies are bad for you?”

“If you don’t know, why don’t you try it yourself?”

Tricia hesitated for a moment to see if there was a corner that could be stabbed.

“…why me?”

“No. I’ll feed you. Do you think you’re not a freshman? The ceremony is for all freshmen.”

“What, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Trisha backs away little by little.

I drew my sword and threw it at her feet. Soon after, the wooden sword turned into a sapling and began to strangle Trisha’s body. she screamed in surprise.

“Kyaa! You, crazy, crazy bastard!”

Trisha screamed and struggled as hard as she could, but to no avail.

I picked up the cookie and walked over to Trisha. She shut her mouth tightly to stop eating.

I grabbed her cheeks and forced them apart. Then, the cookie was pushed in.

Tricia’s mouth was forcibly closed.

“Swallow.”

He glares at me with eyes that are resentful and regretful that he will die. She squirmed a few times, closed her eyes tightly in agony, and swallowed the cookie.

After watching that, Trisha said after releasing all the restraints.

“…I really hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

“You are really annoying. I hate it.”

I was very annoyed at why the word “no” bothered me so much.

The hidden heart burst out involuntarily.

“I hate you too. I especially hate your dyed hair.”

In an instant, the air around them calmed down at once.

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized that I had made a big mistake.

Trisha’s words were just words. There was no hatred or hatred in it.

But my words were loaded with emotion.

Trisha’s pupils widened. Her keen senses accurately sensed my feelings.

We stared at each other in silence for a while. Trisha’s expression darkened.

“…why are you being so hostile even though you try to be friendly? You didn’t do that to Cecil… why are you doing this to me? Why? Why? I really hate you.”

“…”

Trisha kept glaring at me with a sad face. And tears welled up in his eyes.

I had to admit it. Unusually, I set the day. I’m sure I came here to get along with Tricia, but I’m confused as to why she’s doing this.

No matter how special she was, her emotions would be the same as any other 17-year-old girl. I said something I shouldn’t have said, and in the end, I hurt her tender heart.

Trisha opened the door without a word and left the kitchen.

I thought I had cleaned it all up. Deep in my heart, the ugly distorted scar was still there.

***

I grabbed the silver tray and knocked on Trisha’s door.

And, as expected, there was no reply.

I knocked again, but the result was the same.

After waiting in front of the door for a long time, he finally spoke.

“Go in.”

After taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped into her room.

Trisha was lying on the bed, covered in a blanket over her head, sobbing.

“get out.”

“Let’s talk.”

“I do not need.”

I approached her slowly. The silver tray was placed on the bedside table by Tricia’s bedside. On the tray, the cookies I combed and baked myself were spewing steam.

“I baked some cookies, would you like to try them…?”

“get out.”

I pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down.

“I’ll sit here and wait until we talk.”

“…”

“Overnight.”

“Go.”

“…”

“Get out. Whip. Soon, the person of my destiny will appear. That man will wield a holy sword and be very strong, cool, and handsome. Whip. He won’t be able to compare to you? When that person appears, he’ll ask you to kick him out. And yes, I hate the smell of herbs from my body.”

“Okay, okay, so let’s talk.”

“What are you talking about with someone you ‘terribly hate’?”

“…That’s something I didn’t even mean.”

“Do not be ridiculous.”

“Your hair… … It’s really beautiful. To the point of staring at it in awe. This is my truth.”

To appease a pouting woman, you have to say whatever you say. whether it is sincere or made up.

“…”

“And it goes really well with you. You seemed to be aware of that too. So I thought it wouldn’t hurt even if I cut it down with nonsense… so I just spat it out.”

As I am doing this, my emotions are running wild. I was doing the same thing to Tricia that I had done to placate Liza in the past.

Underneath the blanket, Trisha was still, motionless for a while.

Then, as if my first aid had worked, she slowly lowered the blanket and revealed her face.

“It’s not a lie…”

“yes.”

“Be honest, I’ll take a look.”

I let out a light sigh of relief.

“yes.”

Trisha is a beautiful girl. However, it was different from the kind of beauty that aroused lust through sensuality.

The reason my stomach twists while looking at Trisha is because I couldn’t keep that beauty in my past memories.

I couldn’t protect it from the dirty family, and I couldn’t protect it from the race, so I was thrown down the cliff. No matter how much it is covered and covered, the scars from that time are clear as if a pharynx was struck on the soul.

It still hurts a lot, but thanks to Trisha, I can at least face these scars head on. So, on the other hand, I was grateful to Trisha.

“…Give me the cookie. Let’s see how well you make it.”

Fortunately, the anger seems to have subsided a lot. Having severe emotional ups and downs is helpful in times like this.

“I’m by your side.”

“Feeding is a dorm tradition.”

“…”

In this case, it would be right for me to lose.

I picked up a star cookie and put it in Trisha’s mouth. She munched on the cookie and savored it for a while before pouting.

“…how did you do it?”

Fortunately, they seem to like the taste.

“I followed the recipe there.”

“Yeah, no matter what I do, I can’t do it, but you’re so handsome. That would be nice. How did you get the shape?”

“You can twist the wire and stamp out the dough. I’ll make a mold for you if you want.”

“Wire, there was wire. Yes, it’s quite good.”

“yes.”

“…teach me how to make cookies later.”

“…yes.”

If you turn it around and interpret it, you can see it as a story that your mind is relieved and you will get along with me again. Now I can really take a breath.

“And…you’ll never kick me out, and I don’t hate the smell of herbs coming from your body. I just tried it.”

“Know.”

I put another cookie on her lips. She bit naturally like a puppy.

Tricia looked away from me and said, messing with cookies, as if the situation felt awkward right after the reconciliation.

“But it’s true that your body smells like herbs. It’s like herbs, so I don’t hate it, and the scent is very faint, but if you’re really sensitive, you’ll notice. I just thought you should know.”

“okay, thanks.”

I think I can get along well with Trisha now. It just feels that way.

***

Zion got up from his seat only after the sun had set. There was no income.

The maid of the Witness House, who had been watching the scene the whole time, approached Shion.

“My lady, is there anything you need or are looking for?”

It was only natural that he looked at him strangely, since he had been sitting there all day.

Shion hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth.

“No, more than that… Hasn’t anyone been sitting on this sofa the whole time before I came?”

“…Yes?”

Shion pretended to be lighthearted and questioned the maid.

“Probably a man with dark red hair, um… I think he just took his place.”

The maid looked at Shion and smiled.

“No, the only one who’s been sitting there lately is the young lady.”

“…”

“Is there anything else you need?”

“No. I’ll go. The sofa is very cozy and nice.”

Shion stretched out and headed for the stairs.

As she climbed up, she muttered to herself as if it were strange.

“Obviously, it definitely smelled the same…”