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Chapter 18. How Did This Happen?
── Chun, Chun Chun.
From outside the house, I hear a little bird chirping.
"Unh......."
I shiver as I wrap myself in a blanket on the floor.
Even though it's early summer and getting warmer, there are still cold days, and on days like that, it's a little tough to sleep on the floor with just a blanket.
"Nn......?"
My sleepy head becomes clearer.
Why am I sleeping on the floor with just a blanket in the first place?
"Ummm ......."
Then I hear a distressed female voice coming from my bed.
That's when I start freaking out and shaking.
Fearfully, I look at my bed.
Wrapped up in the futon I usually sleep under, was a young woman sleeping peacefully.
I can't stop sweating.
Why is Kodachi-san sleeping in my bed in my house?
"Munyamunya... Already Mr. Rokuyari... Put it in here..."
Kodachi-san's sleep-talking attack.
My confusion doesn't stop.
What in the world is she dreaming about?
......No, calm down.
Kodachi-san was sleeping with her clothes on, and I was sleeping on the floor.
There should be nothing wrong.
Remember.
What happened last night?
The celebration party, the family restaurant, the beer mugs lining up, Kodachi drunkenly falling asleep - yes, I remember!
I didn't know what to do, so I took Kodachi-san to my house in a taxi and laid her down on my bed.
I vaguely remember the taxi driver looking at me with suspicion.
So, our bicycles were still at the family restaurant But that's not the point.
Why did I bring her home?
I still think it would have been healthier to spend the night at the family restaurant.
"Nnnn......Fuwaaaaaaaaahhhh....... ......Hey, where am I......?"
Kodachi-san woke up.
She sat up and looked around with sleepy eyes.
Her clothes were exposed from her neck to her shoulders. It was strangely glamorous.
My eyes met hers.
Kodachi-san tilts her head cutely.
"Hmm ......? Good morning, Rokuyari-san. ......?"
"Oh, good morning, Kodachi-san."
Kodachi-san looks around the room in a circular motion, still sleepwalking.
Eventually, her eyes widened clearly, and she blinked repeatedly.
Her expression gradually paled.
"What ......, um, Rikusou-san ......? Where is this place......?"
"Calm down and listen, Kodachi-san. First of all, this is my home."
"Huh, ......? EEEEEEEHHHHHHHhhh?
"So, please calm down and listen to me!"
It took a few minutes for the red-faced and exclaiming Kodachi-san to regain her composure.
***
"...... I'm truly ashamed."
"No, it's my pleasure. I thought there was a more thoughtful way to ......"
I also expressed my remorse to Kodachi-san, who narrowed her shoulders and looked horrified.
At the table.
I was eating with Kodachi-san across the dining table in a small one-room apartment.
Well, breakfast was just toast, ham and eggs, tomatoes, and Retort corn soup.
Kodachi-san understood what we were talking about at first.
Once she was convinced I had nothing to hide, she seemed to have fallen into a state of self-loathing.
"Rikusou-san is too kind to me, I'm too useless, and I'm depressed. ...... I'm sorry I'm a piece of human waste. ......"
"No, I'm good. I'm careless. There are even bad men in the world."
"Ah, but that's because of Rikusou-san's personality, you know? I don't give up on anyone. I'm fine with that."
"...... So you're saying you don't feel sorry for yourself."
"Pien! I am sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Kodachi-san bows deeply, almost like getting down on her knees.
No, it's okay, but you know.
If you think I'm okay, then you can't count on that way of looking at people, okay?
"Well, I'll make sure you reflect on this matter later. Can we head to the dungeon together after this today? I'll collect the bicycle we left parked at the family restaurant."
"Uh, well, I'm sorry but could give me some time to go home? As you can see, my appearance is ....... I'd also like to take a bath."
"Okay, I understand. Then we'll break up once, around 11 o'clock, I think. We'll reconvene in front of the dungeon."
"Yes, sir!
Kodachi-san salutes me with a crisp salute.
At first, she was a beautiful older lady, but now she's become a third-person character.
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