C2 Part5

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Translator: AdCaelum

Editor: Millinia

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Chapter 2-5: Withdrawal Symptoms

“Hey, Uta, you asleep?”

Uta heard a voice and felt something cold brush up against his cheek.

(…Haraedo…?)

His eyelids felt too heavy to be raised, but he knew that it was the god based on his voice.

The chill surrounding his body quickly withdrew.

“You should eat a little.”

(Eat what?)

He heard the clinking of tableware hitting each other. He couldn’t believe he was suddenly being told this, but it seemed that Haraedo had prepared him a meal.

He was curious, but his consciousness continued to drift somewhere between his dreams and reality.

Some time after that, Uta opened his eyes and saw that a plate of peeled persimmons was placed by the bedside.

A toothpick was stabbed into one of them.

“Haraedo…”

Uta imagined the god holding a tiny fruit knife and broke out into a smile.

He wondered where the persimmons came from. Was it some offering given to the god?

He took the toothpick and stuffed a piece in his cheek.

The gentle sweetness filled his mouth.

*

“Ah, Haraedo-no-kami! How’s the manager doing?!”

On his way back from school, Sungmin had come to the store and saw the god sitting in front of the “temporary closure” sign.

“Huh? Oh, it’s Minsuke.”

The god’s expression as he looked up wasn’t very good.

“Uta’s in his room sleeping.”

“How’s his fever?”

“Hasn’t gone down since yesterday.”

“Is that so…?”

Sungmin crouched down next to him.

“I hope it’s not that annoying sickness.”

“Annoying sickness?”

“You don’t know? There’s been a serious pandemic happening for some time. They haven’t found a cure yet.”

“That so…?”

Haraedo made a baffled face and scratched his ear with his pinky.

“God can’t do anything about it, after all. Guess that’s why you aren’t interested.”

Sungmin let out a dramatic sigh.

“More importantly, what are you doing here?”

Haraedo furrowed his brow at the question and looked at Sungmin.

“I wanna drink Uta’s coffee.”

“Coffee?”

“Because he’s stuck in bed, I didn’t get any yesterday or today.”

“Even though you know the store’s not open, you still came out here?”

“Yeah. This is probably what people refer to as having withdrawal symptoms.”

Haraedo gloomily dropped his head.

“Then, shall I brew you some coffee?”

Sungmin murmured.

“You will?”

Haraedo raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“I’ve tried going to other places, but the smell is completely different. It doesn’t hit the same.”

“I thought so.”

A suppressed smile appeared on Sungmin’s mouth.

“But I’m a barista who mastered the techniques passed down straight from the manager.”

“…Seriously? Then, you can do something about me, right?”

Haraedo’s eyes twinkled.

Sungmin continued from the side.

“However!”

“What?”

“My coffee won’t be free. You’ll need to work to drink it.”

“You… What do you intend to do with me?”

“It’s obvious! Since you’re a god, I want you to hurry up and cure the manager’s sickness!”

Haraedo instinctively slumped.

“Like – I – said. My field of work isn’t curing sickness or ensuring health. That kind of power—”

He cut himself off and suddenly stood up.

“…Eh? What’s wrong?”

“No, I might be able to do something with that method.”

“……?”

“I’m gonna beat up every single god of disease around here!”

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