Everyday she merrily cleaned my room, referring to it as āclam diggingā. I once asked her why she looked like she was having so much fun cleaning my room. She then proceeded to grab a huge bivalvia and said.
āThis one tastes really delicious even if you just roast it up a little.ā
Or so she said.
I didnāt have any plan on starving herā¦ No, rather, I was pretty sure she was getting more vegetables and meats than she usually got back in her parentsā houseā¦?
I asked Bhadra to look her up and it turned out, she had a very tragic life.Ā She was living with her stepparents in place of her real parents who passed away early. She was shunned and abused by her stepparents and stepsisterā¦ She was living a life where she couldnāt even get a decent meal.
When I thought about the struggles she had gone through to grow into ća lady with poor eating habitsćā¦ For some reason, I was hit by stinging pain on both my heart and head.
Indeed. Her story was truly heartbreaking. A young girl, too young to live independently, had to eat whatever she could get in order to survive. Butā¦ At the same time, a mysterious enigma occupied my mind.
How did such an innocent and helpless girl become so shameless when it comes to food?!
Arenāt childrens are usually picky eaters?! They usually have an unbalanced diet, right?! Or maybe my children-self was the only exception?
When I asked the person herself, she said she learned how to cook all kinds of seafood from the head chef who had been serving her family since her real fatherās generation. Perhaps, that head chef was the actual parental figure in her life.
ā¦.. Iād like to interview that head chef, in order to find the root of all evil but unfortunately, he was already far too old. He had retired from the countās family many years ago and no one knew about his whereabouts.
I couldnāt take my eyes off of her because of the disparity between her fragility and how shameless she acted. Yesā¦ That girl was the only living being in this mansion that moved according to her own willā¦ And furthermoreā¦ She was the only thing I could never predict.
Thatās why Iām so curious about her. Thatās all. Nothing else. I absolutely have no other intentions other than pure curiosity. Itās not becauseā¦ With just a little praise, her expression will slowly soften and then she will pull her lips upward, looking so adorable as she smiles.
Itās absolutely not because I find her amusing how she goes beyond even my wildest expectations.I once asked herĀ ćwhat are you doing?ć, she then replied, ćIām feeling so happy because thereās so many wonderful kelps growing in the garden after I scattered thećsea fragmentsć that I gathered from Maricle-sama thereć
W-w-wellā¦ I do agree that fine feathers do make fine birds when I saw her wearing my motherās old dress. Itās justā¦ When Iām with her, there are moments when I forget that Iām still cursed.
Those momentsā¦ Somehow it feels precious to me so I started to think thatā¦ Living together with her doesnāt sound that bad.
Anyway Iām sure after living with her, it wonāt be long before I become accustomed to her eccentric behaviour.
āMaricle-sama, would you like to take a dip in a warm bath? I will wash your back for you.ā