Chapter 296: 296 284 sixteen years old happy gift

February 14th.

On this day, Isaac was cursing the world.

(Damn, why not? Well, it's a world without the custom of brother-in-law chocolate. I can't believe I didn't get anything...)

- Face, identity, financial strength, connections.

It would have been a good property to compete with Jason in one or two of the same generations.

But I didn't get anything.

This is the same as in previous life.

I was hoping I might get something from my cousin Tiffany for mercy, but I didn't even get it from her.

Something happened to Charles, so I still feel lonely, although I know it's not the case.

(Is it because of my personality that I'm not hot? Such a good face and physique......)

- A privileged body incomparable with previous life.

But with it, I wonder if it's in my personality that I'm not hot.

(I'm going to be careful how I treat girls... Well, I'm glad this world doesn't have a culture like in-laws chocolate. After all, you shouldn't spread bad habits. I know I don't have that culture, so I can still stand it)

"Maybe I can get something like in-laws chocolate? I thought," but if you don't actually get anything, it's a lot of damage.

Despair because I expect it.

It may have been the kindness of this world that had no in-laws chocolate culture.

With disappointment, Isaac returns to his home.

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Isaac came home with his shoulders down, but there was someone who could reach out to him for salvation.

"We have pancakes for Master Isaac"

- It's Lisa.

It's not like there's anything formal going on with Isaac yet.

So I guess I caught on to just Isaac (...).

Claude and Bridget were also calling.

"I was too."

- And Kendra, too.

"Kendra, who heard Valentine's Day was the day to give a gift to someone who liked it, said she wanted to give something to Isaac, so she helped him mix the dough"

Lisa told me how Kendra helped.

It's practically like Lisa made it all.

But Kendra's feelings are delightful, and Isaac is about to cry.

"Thank you, I'm glad."

Isaac holds Kendra up and cheeks.

Sometimes I was happy with the gift, but I was also glad that it was growing to the point where I wanted to "give a gift to someone I liked".

"I'll make it for Roland, too."

"You can't do that. To Roland, I don't care until I'm older."

Though I was impressed with Kendra's growth, this time I immediately denied it.

Bridget and Claude couldn't even watch this in silence.

"Hey, it's ugly to be jealous of a kid."

"I hear parents can't leave their children, but I wonder if my brother can't leave my sister."

"Because you're so cute. You can't give it to a man who doesn't know where his horse bones are."

"He's the son of a famous family who gets into his fifth finger in this country..."

That's just how Bridget and Claude get stuck with Isaac's attitude.

I know my father says, "My daughter won't do it anywhere," but I haven't heard much about my brother loving my sister so far.

But they never pursued it in depth.

- There have been disputes between brothers in the past, so now I feel strongly about getting along with my sister.

Because I thought that's why.

Being close to brothers and sisters is fine.

Rather, it should be recommended.

If there is a problem, it would be that the feeling is too strong.

Nevertheless, it is too harsh to be jealous of my sister's fiancée, who is only six years old.

That kind of place was unacceptable.

"What are you wearing?

Kendra asked Isaac.

In addition to jams and chocolates, small chopped fruits are available.

"Jam, I guess."

Isaac thought about dinner and chose only jam.

Then Kendra jammed the pancakes for me.

I know he's been working really hard on it, but it looked like an extension of decency to Isaac.

I remember doing some deception with Lisa and Tiffany at an early age, and I feel smiling.

Claude was asking for chocolate and Bridget for a topping of raw cream and strawberries.

"Yum. Have some Kendra, too."

When Isaac takes a bite, he also tries to feed Kendra what he cut into bite-sized pieces.

Sometimes Kendra serves food, or pancakes are only prepared for Isaac and the three of us.

This is the first time I've ever made it.

I wanted you to have a bite to remember.

Kendra smiled as she ate the pancakes offered to Isaac.

"Yeah, yum!

"Kendra made this with Lisa. Well done."

When Isaac praises him, Kendra laughs "eheh".

The look is adorable and Isaac cheeks again.

"Thanks for helping me out too Lisa"

Isaac didn't forget to thank Lisa either.

Kendra just mixed the ingredients, and she's the one who actually made the pancakes.

The harder it is to cook the better than to mix ingredients.

I was grateful for shaping it as something I could eat properly.

"I'm glad you said that."

"Unlike what was served when I was a kid, it was easy to eat because it was something I could eat properly"

It must be because I remembered the old days.

Isaac also remembered that Lisa had cooked for the first time on Valentine's Day.

But that wasn't a good idea.

Because Lisa got one suspicion.

"You remember very well.... Could it be that you didn't eat then because you didn't want to?

"No, that's not true. There is no falsehood in what I said back then. So this is how you eat it now."

Isaac eats pancakes with a pucker in evidence that he's not lying.

The pancakes that Lisa brought to me at a young age were blackish.

I did not want to eat it, so I pressed it on Adela subtly.

But that's not all.

The reason why "my first hand cooking should be fed to my fiancée" was also a bit included.

This is how I was now proving myself eating.

He tells Lisa, "If you can't have a fiancée, tell your own Second Lady".

I'm not officially engaged, and even though it's in the form of Kendra's help, this is how I eat handicrafts on Valentine's Day.

By eating Lisa's hand cooking, she should have proven in her actions that her past statements were not lies.

Did she also understand that, and she never blamed me for not eating my first hand cooking?

From then on, we had tea time in a soothing atmosphere.

Here Isaac realizes he doesn't have to notice.

(Is that it? I only get this from inside me after all...)

Needless to say, Kendra is my sister.

Lisa can't even say she's a critical other, but she's like a sister because she's a milk sister.

"Didn't you only get presents for Valentine's Day from within you, just like in your previous life?" I had the question.

If you think about something like this, you lose.

I'm overflowing like I'm sorry to burst into my heart and miss you a little bit.

Talk to Isaac in disillusionment, with Bridget lit up.

"Actually, I have a present for you, too."

"Heh, Mr. Bridget too?

"Wait a minute."

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Isaac didn't know what she was going to give me.

If they give me a stuffed insect or something, I consolidate my determination to take Kendra and dash this place away.

At the time she brings the barbecue kettle, the alert level maxes.

"You've wanted it for a long time, haven't you? I had Mr. Edmond and the others share what they had brought."

"From before?

(What did you want?

Have you ever asked Bridget for anything?

When I open the lid of the kettle in doubt, the nostalgic scent tickles my nose.

"It's miso!

The contents of the gift were "because it doesn't have a good reputation for appearance," said Miso, who had given up getting it.

For an unexpected gift, Isaac rejoices.

"... mud?

"No, Kendra. This is called miso, it's a seasoning. I use it for soup."

Isaac teaches his sister about miso.

Though a child, I guess I didn't say "O" because I grew up well.

"Thank you, Mr. Bridget. Hey, I'm glad. I think I'll even make it with meat miso. The miso soup......, it's hard to dash. I think I'll use it in Bouillon."

If you use bouillon with cows, pigs and chicken bones, you won't have any trouble with dashi.

It may be closer to miso ramen soup, not miso soup, but that's a nostalgic flavor.

But then that's not enough.

"I wish I had udon. I can also eat miso stewed udon."

"You want some udon? I can beat udon, so I can make it."

"What, can Mr. Claude make it?

Isaac is surprised that the people he seeks are surprisingly close to him.

"My father taught me. I can't get to business, but I won't have a problem eating at home. If you're a cook who can make spaghetti, you can hit it.

"It's nothing like spaghetti. Well, Mr. Claude can hit udon. If I were a woman, I'd have applied for marriage."

"Hey, I'll be the one who gave you miso! Why to Claude!

"Master Claude is a man. Marriage is outrageous!

To the highest praise of the day, Bridget and Lisa raise their voices of protest.

If either of us had still been chosen to lose, we were convinced, but more importantly, we seemed to regret losing to the man Claude.

They both have harsh eyes.

"No, that's why you said if you were a woman. Besides, isn't Miso something Mr. Edmond shared with you?

Isaac rushes to deny it because he has been questioned for some reason.

Watch how it goes, Claude laughs.

"He's really weird. I didn't know you were going to say that much in Udon. Weren't you happier being born into an elf, not a human?

Isaac tries to eat udon and more than the elves themselves.

Oddly enough, I couldn't describe Isaac in a nutshell as "just a stranger," thinking that he was going to get along with Elves and Dwarves because he was such a man.

Basically a soothing time passed, except Bridget said it was bumpy for some reason.

I hadn't been dissatisfied this long before, so I was wondering what happened to Isaac.

When I was about to finish tee time.

A soldier came who was a gatekeeper.

"Please excuse us during the conversation. A lady named Klan says she wants to see Master Isaac. How would you like it? He was crying, so I couldn't ask him for anything."

- A crying woman came to see Isaac.

Listen to this report, Bridget's gaze gets worse again.

"What, are you doing something that makes a girl cry?

"I didn't, I didn't. A clan is a senior at school. Instead of making him cry, it was enough to give him a mouthful so he could be happy. I don't remember you."

"Really?"

"Because it's true. I've never done anything wrong with a woman."

Isaac ran out of words.

I've never had a relationship that was so profound as to cause scandals in women's relationships.

If it were to be a problem, it would be enough for you to point your sexually harassed gaze at the maid when no bra suspicion arose about the woman in this world.

In this world, it should have been a critical safe line.

"Although I liked Mr. Pisto, I didn't seem to get the endorsement of my family, so I wrote him a letter of recommendation. It's Valentine's Day, didn't you confess to Mr. Pisto? So you think I'm crying because I couldn't"

"That guy seemed sweet about consideration for women and stuff. Maybe he acted like he was hurting you."

I saw Chillari and Isaac somehow as Claude remembered the pisst.

Isaac said, "Why are you looking at me?" and shake his neck.

"In the meantime, I'm going to go check on the seniors. Kendra, Lisa, welcome. Thanks Bridget for the miso too. Let's have Mr. Claude hit us with udon for lunch next holiday"

Isaac takes his seat, saying so.

"Where is Senior Klan?

"I also thought it would be nice to keep the crying woman waiting in front of the gate, so I'm guiding her to the front hall"

"Yeah, good attention"

With gratitude, I pound the soldier's shoulder.

Let the crying woman wait in front of the gate and it will be a good rumor in your neighborhood.

It's easy to get angry if you don't let yourself in the mansion, but it's gratifying that you're ready to get angry and act considerate.

I thanked my grandfather, who was raising a subordinate who could make decisions voluntarily.

(And you can't have that teacher either. I can't believe I didn't notice such an understandable favor and refused until I was confessed)

Isaac headed to the entrance hall, frightened by the dull swing of the pistol.

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Clan sat on the sofa provided at the front hall wall.

Sure, she's crying.

The maids of handcuffs on the far-roll said, "What is it?" and see how it goes.

When he confirmed Isaac was here, he left to scatter the spider child.

(Ugh, awkward...... How can I comfort you)

I don't know how to comfort a flabbergasted girl or anything.

Even when I was Tiffany, I didn't know what to do and threw it at Lisa.

I'm still wondering if I'm going to call Lisa.

As Isaac approaches, a noticed clan rushes over.

- She stayed sliding dugout!

"Thank you!

"What... what?

Isaac was more perplexed than ever.

I don't have a hobby that makes a crying girl sit down and rejoice, nor do I remember getting to know a pervert who sits down and rejoices.

I couldn't keep up with the situation.

"I confessed to my teacher, without waiting for White Day, 'Will you follow me to Saltstadt as my wife?' You replied. Thanks to Lord Enfield. Thank you!

"Oh yeah...... I wish it had helped. What did your family say?

"I saw Lord Enfield's letter of recommendation and he told me to flip from opposition, absolutely marry him. But I'm glad because I thought my teacher would say no!

"I thought Mr. Klan was going to be okay because he looked good with Mr. Pisto."

Isaac feels at ease.

Because he was not crying with frayed sorrow, but with tears of joy.

(Did it also work that I said I should get a daughter-in-law in case)

Isaac thinks it's nice to have a subtle appeal to the sneak pisst in the back.

"Dr. Pisto is the person we need for the forthcoming Reid Kingdom. Instead of being obsessed with research together, be aware of your diet and other health aspects. Pay attention to the number of times you participate in liquor festivals, especially since it is a Dwarf city. If you break your body with alcohol, you don't have an ex or a child."

"Yes, I'll do my best! I'll take good care of myself."

The clan expresses its determination to remain grounded.

I just want my head up because there are signs that the maids who scattered earlier are watching me sneak out of the shadows.

I can only pray that the soldiers of the gatekeepers who followed me will tell the truth in the form of rumors.

(... Still, Nicole is quiet. That guy wouldn't be surprised if he was after a pist that was worth more)

Recently, the creepy quiet Nicole thing has become horrible.

I just feel like I'm moving a lot behind me and she's after something, too.

(Maybe, actually, an honest girl who keeps what she's been told? No, but then you're gonna flirt with Pamela? He's a creep who doesn't know what he's thinking. I can't be alarmed)

I'm glad the Pisto and Clan thing is going well, but that's why I care about Nicole, who is standing in the way of the two of us.

Thinking about Charles, about Damian and Michael, the offense seems to be over.

(Like, just waiting for an event with a date and time specified? Damn, don't be too creepy about a guy who doesn't know what he's thinking back there)

Isaac, while telling him to "do it slowly" himself, was feeling creepy about rejecting him when he was really made to be right.

For not seeing movement, I don't know what I'm doing.

He wanted time, but he was also beginning to think that maybe it was a failure to restrict his actions.

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