Chapter 46 – Feast Night

It seems to be coming out exceptionally late today.

The moment I felt that, the bathroom door opened and Rumia walked out.

Her face usually came out red from taking a shower with warm water, but today it was even more red. Besides, she came out wearing the dress she had been wearing until now, probably because she hadn’t packed her underwear because she was rushing into her bathroom earlier.

Even her exposed arms and legs were stained red.

She wanted to come out exceptionally late, so she must have been in the bathtub for a long time. She seemed to be uncomfortable with her movement somewhere, so I thought I should help her, so I got up from her seat and approached Rumia.

However,

“…!”

As soon as she saw me, she opened her eyes wide, and as soon as she saw her blushing face even more reddened, she walked past me, picked up her undergarments, and went back into the bathroom and closed the door. Have closed

I lowered my outstretched hand with an embarrassed expression.

What’s going on…?

It was the first time Rumia had reacted to such an extreme, so she was taken aback.

She is sorry for Rumia, who must be in trouble, but what can I say .. Rumia usually doesn’t always make an expression and her reaction is also vague, so even though her appearance is cute, most of it is the cuteness I feel when I look at her doll. Was not now.

She looked lively.

She could honestly be said to be the cutest Rumia she had ever seen.

As she sat back on her bed waiting, Rumia, who had changed into her underwear, opened the door and came out with a puzzled look on her face. She checked again, wondering if I was mistaken, but her Rumia expression was still alive.

Did something happen in the bathroom?

Thinking so, the moment I tried to approach Rumia again, as soon as she saw me, Rumia avoided my gaze once more.

At this point, I was very curious about why he was reacting like this from a while ago.

“Maybe… What did I do wrong?”

At my question, Rumia shook her head.

It wasn’t that I did something wrong to react this way.

Even so, this kind of reaction is just unfair to me.

Is it because you feel ashamed after thinking about what happened on the hill earlier, or what we talked about while walking around today?

After all, I’m not Rumia, so even if I think about it, it’s meaningless since I’ll never know if it’s certain or not unless Rumia tells me.

I felt like I needed to know why this happened.

However, it was too late to ask Rumia about it.In the end, even though she had the aspiration to know the reason, she couldn’t say anything and just looked at Rumia.

But the fortunate thing is that just looking at her expression, she seemed like she would run out of her room at any moment, but she didn’t run out and she was just sitting on the bed. However, even though she was sitting on the bed, she was not standing still, but was lingering with helpless gestures.

Ah..

I wanted to tell Rumia to calm down. Seeing the new side of the person I like was so hard for me. I can’t even ask why you’re doing that.

She couldn’t help but think that the sudden change of her, who had been fine until she entered the bathroom, was that of course something had happened in her bathroom and she was reacting that way.

Wouldn’t it be common sense to ask what happened in the bathroom?

I could have asked if it was something serious, if I was in pain somewhere or if I was making a serious expression, but asking what happened when I was so shy was like a model of a man who doesn’t care.

I turned to Rumia, wondering just in case. Miya, who was restlessly moving her gaze around, stopped in my direction. Then he immediately put on a puzzled expression and turned his head the other way.

Look, it’s ridiculous to ask what happened in the bathroom when you’re behaving that way.

For some reason, feeling frustrated with myself for not being able to do anything, I let out a deep sigh.

Yeah… It’s a sensitive subject for Rumia, so I figured it would be much better to ask the other kids than me.

Since it’s the next room, you can hear the conversation, so it’s better to call and leave.

“I’ll go out for a while.”

Saying that, the moment I got up from my seat and tried to move outside, I felt something grab my sleeve.

I turned my head and looked down.

Then I saw a small, beautiful hand holding my sleeve.

Since there was only me and Rumia in this room, of course the owner of this hand could only be Rumia.

I looked at Rumia with a puzzled expression.

As if it was hard to make eye contact, he turned his head away, but he was still holding on to my sleeve and not letting go.

It looked like he wasn’t going to leave.

“Rumia…?”

“…”

At my call, Rumia tugged at her sleeve even harder in response.

He mumbled at her as if he wanted to say something, but gave her a frustrated look at her inability to speak.

Come to think of it, the paper used for the conversation was not here now because Cecilia had taken it.

Telepathy is the expression of her will, a form of magic that converts her will into magic and sends it out, so I said that she uses her magic a lot.

So, it was ambiguous to write in the same situation now.

After thinking about what to do for a while, I came up with the idea that if that was the case, I would go to the next room and say that I would bring her paper, and then I tried to leave, but Rumia grabbed her sleeve with her hand. Pulled more strongly.

A proper conversation would be possible only if I brought the paper, but I wondered why I was pulling it, but as if there was a way, he grabbed the sleeve of one of my wrists and pulled it toward me.

No way.

I was able to notice it to some extent at the point where I wrote letters on my back earlier.

Rumia looked up at me as she started scribbling on her palm.

It was still an embarrassing expression, but it seemed to have improved a little unlike before, when they couldn’t even meet eyes at all. I wonder what she was trying to say, I recognized the words Rumia was writing on my hand with a little anticipation on her face.

– Nothing really happened, so let’s go to sleep.

But what was written was an excuse that it was nothing.

“Ah.. That, is it? If that’s the case, I’m glad…”

It’s fortunate that nothing had happened. I’m a little confused, but I said that’s the case, so I couldn’t say anything more, so I reluctantly nodded.

“But I haven’t washed yet…”

At my words, Rumia made a bright face and she started pushing me toward her bathroom.

Eventually, Rumia forced me into the bathroom, and I looked at the slammed door with a bewildered expression.

I don’t know how Rumia feels.

Suddenly, I came up with an excuse to bring my underwear and underwear, and when I tried to open the door, the door opened first, then my underwear and underwear were thrown to the ground, and then the door closed again. It was blocked at the source so that even an excuse could not be made.

“… Shall I wash?”

Yes.. Let’s wash and think.

Wouldn’t it change after washing?

Thinking so, I stepped into the bathroom.

“…”

Also.. Did it come out as it is without draining the water?

It had been a long time since the question of whether it came out in a hurry or was not thought of.

I let out a sigh as the agony filled my head once again.

“Huh?”

The mirror is wet.

Until now, when Rumia washed and came out, I remember that the water around me wasn’t the type to splash around because I usually put water in the bathtub and washed it. It was a habit, so I couldn’t help it.

“Did you wash vigorously today?”

Or maybe something really happened, but he didn’t tell me after he figured it out on his own.

But what can I say about the state of the bathroom right now… It was shit, to put it mildly. I usually use it after receiving water, and when I warm up my body, I go into the bathtub and use it, so there is no reason for water to get on the wall or mirror.

No matter how much I think about it, I can’t explain anything other than that something happened in the bathroom. Ordinary people can’t even come in, and it’s strange that I didn’t notice if they did something magical to get in.

So it wouldn’t matter who broke in or did it.

“What is it really..?”

The question won’t go away, but washing will be the priority now.

Scratching my head, I looked around the bathroom and undressed.

I’m feeling sick, so I’ll wash it first.