Chapter 6: 6

After eating all the breadcrumbs, the child held out his index finger again.

“I’m full.”

I pushed it away, but his index finger stayed firmly in place. I didn’t want to eat this tasteless thing any more, so when I decided to refuse it, my eyes met the child. There was warmth in the child’s eyes and cheeks for some reason.

Is it that much fun? I can’t help it.

“I’ll eat one more.”

I picked up the smallest of the breadcrumbs the child had brought out, smashed it up quickly in my mouth, and flew to the bread he was holding.

I tore the bread apart as if breaking it with all my might. Since the child had already split it in two, it wasn’t too difficult to tear it apart this time.

I hugged the loaf of bread tightly and flew and pressed it with the child’s slightly open lips.

“Come on, you should eat too.”

The child blinked his eyes and opened his mouth a little more like a baby bird. I shoved a loaf of bread into it.

Squeak.

Watching the child chew slowly, it seemed like I could understand why he had so much fun watching me eat breadcrumbs. Watching the skinny guy diligently eat the loaf of bread I put in his mouth was cute and sad, and above all else, it was fun.

Squeak.

The noise coming from the child’s teeth was not very pleasant.

“Why is the bread so hard?”

I felt negative emotions about the food called bread.

Nope. Not all bread in the world will be that hard. As soon as I leave here, I decided to get some plain bread and share it with this kid, and as I went to the tray, the soup caught my eye.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just not eat?”

I broke the bread a little more, dipped it in the soup that was close to water, and brought it to the child’s mouth. The child quietly took what I gave him and ate it.

Hmm, I wish I could feed you something more delicious. Honey alone would be much tastier than this.

Oh yeah! My honey!

While the child ate the bread, I felt the fatuma inside me. My fatuma, which was empty due to inexperienced use of Vita from inexperienced control, went to sleep and woke up half full. Usually, they say that it gets full when we wake up from a good night’s sleep, but it seems that I couldn’t sleep for a long time because of the sound of the tray appearing.

‘Fatuma’.

When it comes to human organs, the fatuma is a fairy’s breathing organ that functions as the lung, and it is a door and vessel that connects the soul and the body.

Fairies can convert the natural energy ‘tera’, which is floating in the world, into ‘vita’, the fairy energy, through the breathing of fatuma and store it. (tl/n: man why is this so complicated)

And by consuming vita, the fairy could use ‘spirit skills’, commonly called ‘Fatares’.

The “Breathing” I’m about to use is the ability to embody one’s attributes in the world, and was the representative Fatares of fairies.

I folded my wings and landed on the floor.

[Breath.]

Then…

I bowed my back, took a moderate breath, and then blew it out. The moment the Vita that came out of my breath flashed and touched the floor, grass quickly grew and even flowers bloomed.

“Ah…”

Suddenly, the child made a noise and turned around. The child was looking intently at my flowers with eyes wet with joy.

He really liked my flowers. It seems that his eyes were twinkling more than the way I saw them before. Does he like this more than my fairy figure?

Anyway, I will show you the taste of heaven.

I pluck the flower heads from the stems.

“Come on, chew on the back of this and suck it up.”

Huh? Why is your face so shocked?

I opened my mouth wide and put flowers on the child’s stiff teeth and lips.

“…?”

Unable to shut his mouth, I flew under the child’s chin and pushed upwards. There was a crackling and grinding sound. The child, who had been stunned, not knowing what to do, opened his eyes wide.

The child seemed to swallow his saliva once, and then began to munch on the flowers. I shouted proudly.

“The taste is perfect! Full of nutrition! It’s the flower fairy’s honey.”

It will taste nutritiously a hundred times and a thousand times better than that poor bread and soup.

The child trembled. His eyes were blank and his cheeks were red. I was flattered by the apparent shock. I shrugged my shoulders and puffed out my chest.

“Isn’t it delicious? You don’t know. I was born as a native species thanks to the fuss about making the body according to your taste. You are the first discoverer of my flower and the first to taste my honey. Glory to you, ahem!”

“…”

As he listened to me bragging, the child smiled and sucked on the tail of the pale pink flower for a long time.

Well, you used to suck my hair like that too.

Did my hair taste good? With a sudden thought, I grabbed a bundle of my hair and sniffed it. The scent of flowers was very subtle and the smell was not bad.

Is it really delicious? I chewed a handful with anticipation for a bit, then spat it out. It didn’t taste very good and it just made my mouth itch.

Thinking about it, it was weird.

He put it in his mouth last time, so he should’ve known that my hair didn’t taste good. So why did he look at me and feel hungry as if he had a very tasty meal in front of him?

Do I look delicious? Does my hair feel good because I look so delicious?

Yes, then it could be. It’s better than looking bad. Or maybe my hair was really delicious because he only ate low-quality bread and soup, so the standard of taste was so low.

“…!”

I was watching with pleasure. The child suddenly jumped and spit out the flower. My ego fluttered wildly. The child was anxious and glanced at me.

“Did you eat all the honey? How can you only suck and spit it out?”

I groaned and picked up the flowers. My flowers were non-toxic. The flower was made by a fairy with Patares, so the petals were full of nutrients.

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“Here! Eat this too.”

I picked up the flower and brought it to the child’s lips. The boy clenched his lips and turned his head.

“I told you to eat it! You wanted to eat it! You can’t eat me, but you can eat this. Eat it!”

I pressed it against his lips, but the child did not open his mouth. I held the flower in my arms with a slightly suspicious feeling.

“You don’t like it?”

…Does it taste bad? It could be bitter.

Curious about the taste of my flowers, I cut the petals and ate them. As expected, it had a fragrant grassy taste.

Then the boy pulled my hair a little.

“Uh? What?”

“Well, well…”

“Yes?”

“…Don’t eat it.”

I opened my eyes wide.

He said it!

“Don’t eat… Don’t eat.”

The child tried to separate me from the flower with a nervous expression on his face. I let go of the flower and flew up, and the child laid down my hair and held the flower tightly.

“Do not eat.”

“Wow!”

It’s a little sad that the first thing the child said to me was ‘don’t eat’, but…the first step is important. Yeah, sure. Read only at pm tl.

“Did you know what the saying “don’t eat” means? Or did you learn from me?”

“…”

The child didn’t answer, so I decided to just assume the latter. Even if he knew a few words, it was unlikely that he would have learned it normally. It would be better to assume that he doesn’t know anything and I would teach everything from one to ten properly. By the way…

“Why don’t you eat it?”

Because he doesn’t like eating those flowers?

Or because I told him not to eat me?

I put my hand on the child’s finger holding my flower.

“You can eat it.”

“Do not eat.”

He hesitated, pointing his finger at me, and moving towards the flower.

It was the latter. The person I told not to eat was definitely ‘me’, but seeing that he shouldn’t even eat flowers, this guy also can’t tell the difference between me and that flower.

It’s ridiculous, but it’s cute and it’s also fun, so it made me laugh. Although there was a slight misunderstanding, this child understood my words not to eat and was obeying. The feeling wasn’t bad.

Yes, right now.

The word ‘eat’ is also taught as an added bonus, and this is a great opportunity to separate myself from this flower!

I took the flower and poked it into the child’s mouth.

“Eat.”

“…”

“Eat.”

The child was confused and shut her mouth tightly. Instead of the flower, I took a loaf of the remaining bread and put it in the child’s mouth.

“Eat.”

The child carefully took the bread and ate it. I said, holding out flowers, just like when giving bread.

“Eat.”

The child blinked. I wonder if he would really eat it. When I urged him to continue eating, the child slowly took the flower, bit it, and murmured. He pointed at me this time and said.

“Do not eat.”

“Don’t eat it.”

I taught the child two words by blooming flowers and breaking loaves again and again.

Finally, flowers, bread, and soup were lined up on a tray, and I stood beside them. The child pointed one by one with his fingers.

“Eat. Eat. I can eat. Do not eat.”

“Well done!”

I smiled broadly as I heard the child murmur. He even learned ‘I can eat’, which I didn’t expect. He must be a genius! From the moment I was trapped in this room, I felt a sense of accomplishment because I had longed for the child to speak a word to me.

“Your voice is really pretty. I want to hear more. Are you going to speak to me a lot in the future, right?”

I couldn’t stop smiling, so I just laughed out loud, but the child stared blankly at me.

“Do not eat.”

“Yes!”

“Don’t eat…”

The child murmured over and over not to eat, and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me.

Oh, I suddenly felt nauseous.

Does he know my name as ‘Don’t eat’?

Oh, come to think of it, I haven’t decided on my name yet.

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