Chapter 57

"......You're a bad guy. Kim Deok-sung. The worst."

I'm even worse for falling in love with a bad guy who isn't even my type.

Rin swallowed the unspoken words in her throat.

While gazing at the flames rising over the solid fuel, she buried her face in the loose shirt sleeves, crossing her arms.

Somehow, it smelled good.

It seemed to be his scent.

She buried her nose in the shirt sleeve, holding a heat pack in her arms.

Rin's face turned red as she inhaled the scent.

"Go to hell. Think whatever you want."

Flash! Rumble.

Thunder and rainstorm drowned out Kim Deok-sung's sigh.

You're a good friend.

"......You're a bad guy. Kim Deok-sung. The worst."

Whoosh.

The fire ignited the solid fuel.

Rin's expression was visible.

Her cheeks were flushed, perhaps from the warmth of the fire.

Her face was half-buried in the sleeve, so her expression wasn't fully visible.

To suddenly be criticized like this, it was absurd.

Who is talking to whom right now?

"Go to hell. Think whatever you want."

I don't want to think about it any more than necessary.

I need to rescue Ichiro as soon as possible.

Then this long-standing bad relationship will end.

Flash! Rumble.

Thunder struck.

It was quite chilly, perhaps because it was raining heavily in May.

It was a good idea to bring solid fuel.

Holding a heat pack in her hand, she wrapped herself in a blanket.

It was warm.

Indeed, a heat pack is the best for the cold.

It's a survival strategy I learned in the military.

She shook the green heat pack with her hand.

Rumble.

A thunder-like growl of her stomach echoed in her ear.

"Mmm."

Rin let out a strange groan.

"J-Just so you know, this isn't my stomach growling..."

She stammered, burying her face between her knees.

I didn't even ask about that.

She turned on the Hunter Watch to check the time.

It was a little past 1 PM.

It was lunchtime.

She opened her bag and took out her lunchbox.

"If you're hungry, you should eat your lunch too."

"O-Okay..."

Rin opened her own bag and took out her lunchbox.

When she opened the lid, warm tamagoyaki sushi was still slightly warm.

Indeed, tamagoyaki sushi is the rule for lunchboxes.

She peeled the wooden chopsticks and put a piece of tamagoyaki sushi in her mouth.

It was delicious.

It wasn't as good as the one my mom made for picnics, but I still like tamagoyaki sushi.

"Mine is onigiri."

Rustle.

Rin opened her lunchbox lid and took out a typical Japanese-style triangular onigiri wrapped in a piece of seaweed.

No, did everyone except me get onigiri for lunch?

Rin took a bite of the onigiri with trembling hands.

"Grind..."

Rin bit her lip.

"Even though I'm frustrated... it's delicious."

Rin muttered in a small voice.

"Is this the difference between me and Bonaparte...?"

After hearing Rin's evaluation, I became curious about the onigiri made by Olivia.

"Hey, Rin."

"W-What is it?"

Rin blushed and stammered more than necessary.

Are you Olivia?

"Give me one onigiri."

"Only one?"

"I'll give you one piece of tamagoyaki sushi. That's fair, right?"

She showed the tamagoyaki sushi with her chopsticks.

Rin nodded at the sight.

"Y-Yeah... You don't have to give it to me, but... okay..."

We exchanged one of my tamagoyaki sushi for one of her onigiri.

I took a bite of the onigiri made by Olivia.

The mentaiko inside the onigiri went well with the rice, making it quite delicious.

A French person making Japanese onigiri is delicious.

"It's delicious. The onigiri."

"Indeed... Grind. It's frustrating, but the tamagoyaki sushi is delicious too. You must be from the culinary country of France. I admit it. I lost completely."

I don't know what exactly she's talking about winning or losing, but Olivia is indeed useful in many ways.

After eating the lunch, it took a while for the rain to stop.

The sky was already dark with the setting sun.

I turned on the map on the Hunter Watch, took Rin out of the cave, and returned to the base camp.

As we approached the tent, the smell of curry wafted through the air.

"Master! Come quickly! I was making curry with the princess! Tonight's dinner is filled with Eri's love!"

"You're so late... What is it?"

Nishizawa, holding a curry-soaked ladle, and Olivia, blowing into a stove with a bamboo tube, greeted me.

Olivia's blue eyes turned to Rin.

"Hey, why are you wearing his clothes?"

"The princess is right. Cow. Why are you wearing the master's clothes?"

"Oh, this?"

Rin stepped forward.

She placed her hand on her chest.

"Can't you see? Today, Kim Deok-sung and I... in the cave we entered to avoid the rain, we... established a de facto relationship..."

What? De facto relationship?

"Stop talking nonsense. I lent her my clothes because she was wearing wet clothes and might catch a cold. Hey, Rin. Change back into your own clothes now."

"......No. I want to keep wearing these clothes today."

Rin touched the sleeve with a red face.

"Listen when someone speaks nicely to you."

"......I understand."

Rin went into the tent with a reluctant look.

It's frustrating that no one listens to me the first time.

"Wearing the master's shirt, the cow must be envious today. Tomorrow, I want to be in the same group as the master."

"Hmph. How can you envy someone who borrows a stranger's clothes? You're as low as her. Straighten up your behavior!"

"Maybe the princess envies the cow too?"

"N-No way! I would never think such a low thing! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr