Chapter 22

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“That thing you’re wearing right now.”

Hanna witnessed a very disturbing sight in the kitchen.

“Isn’t that my frilled apron?”

To make herself feel better, she bought a pink floral apron with frills, which is now hung neatly around Cesar’s neck.

“No one was wearing it.”

Don’t men usually avoid things like that?

“Well, that’s true but…”

In fact, Cesar was told that the items in the kitchen should only be used for their own uses.

It was a pity that he lives wearing only his uniform, a person with a tendency to be a fashion terrorist if he were an ordinary person.

“Let’s do it quickly. Quickly.”

Eventually, Hanna gave up her new apron, lifting an old apron and wearing it around her neck.

“Are you really going to cook?”

“Is that going to be hard?”

“Oh… You’re very confident.”

I was looking forward to whether Cesar, who looked like he had never seen water on his hands, would be able to cook.

Truthfully, I was a little excited to scold him if he made a mistake.

“What should I do?”

“Will you trim potatoes for the stew first?”

“How?”

Look at this! Aren’t you stuck with the basics?

“Wash it up, peel off the skin, and cut it into squares.”

“Hmm.”

Cesar slowly began washing potatoes as Hanna explained.

Hanna watched Cesar like that.

It was so funny to see Cesar wearing a frilled apron and squatting in a narrow corner of the kitchen washing potatoes.

“Wash it thoroughly. Ian really hates not washing potatoes properly.”

“It’s not that potatoes don’t taste good, what’s wrong with not washing them like that?”

“There is such a thing. If he wants you to clean it, clean it.”

“Okay.”

Cesar listened to Hanna’s words carefully, washed the potatoes carefully, and began cutting.

“Oh, my. What would you eat if you cut all the flesh like that?”

“This is the best.”

The knife was not good enough to be pressed.

“These are all potatoes that we grew ourselves! What a waste!”

I was bad, but Hanna watched Cesar finish until the end.

Of course, she was constantly nagging like a grandmother.

“You know we should’ve started cooking the stew at this hour”.

In fact, it was so much fun for her to nag him like this.

Cesar, who has always looked down on people, is peeling potatoes.

“Is this enough?”

“The amount has decreased by half.”

Cesar held out a potato and hoped for even a small compliment.

This was because he was originally used to being praised for whatever he did.

Perhaps that’s why Cesar became sullen by Hanna’s reaction.

“What should I do now?”

However, Cesar endured it and demanded the next job.

“Shouldn’t you cut the carrot this time?”

“What did you do while I was chopping potatoes?”

“Me? I was watching Cesar.”

“……”

Cesar was speechless and stared at Hanna silently.

Only then did Hanna feel that she wasted her time focusing too much on teasing him.

“…I’ll do it, too.”

Since then, Hanna has been trimming vegetables with Cesar’s poor skills, but came next to him and pointed it all out.

“No! It’s exactly a bite! You can’t do that? How can you cut it so big when the children’s mouth is small?”

At Hanna’s point of not knowing how many times, Cesar eventually ran out of patience.

Tuk. 

The carrot fell off Cesar’s hand.

“Let’s just go with the increase of the budget.”

Cesar, who couldn’t stand it, made up his mind to pay for money.

“Yes? Why does the high priest say two things with one mouthful?”

But Hanna had no intention of accepting it.

This was because this moment of cursing Cesar was much more fun than she thought.

She was convinced that he would never be able to buy this pleasure with money.

“…ha.”

His cutting skills were improving day by day, receiving endless criticism and teasing from Hannah.

* * *

“Make me herbal tea.”

“Boil it yourself.”

“I’m not feeling well.”

“You’re feeling normal.”

Hanna was so lazy about this man.

“Why do you keep asking me to do something?”

It was because he had to listen to the voice of Cesar to feed him food, to make him tea, and at least to float the leaves in the cold water.

“Just because.”

“I’m not your own maid.”

“What can I do when I can’t make it taste good with my hands?”

It was an outrageous word.

“Breakfast, lunch, dinner! It’s not enough to eat like a carnivore every day, so why do you keep asking for this and that!”

In the meantime, since there were children, the anger that I had suppressed and endured exploded.

“What do you mean a carnivore? That’s harsh.”

Cesar looked hurt.

“So why do you keep bothering me?”

While being so angry, voices other than the two intervened.

“Teacher, are you here?”

“…Ah! Who is it this time?”

Hanna turned her head sharply to the kitchen entrance.

“Oh my. It was Moisei.”

Hanna’s expression, which was as rough as an angry fattie, quickly loosened smoothly.

“You had a hard time training today, right? Do you want a cup of cold tea?”

Hanna approached Moisei lightly and smiled.

“Oh, if you’re not bothered, then… Thank you.”

Moisei smiled showing his white teeth, and Cesar’s expression as he was watching it was slightly distorted.

“I don’t know about someone else, but there’s no reason I can’t give it to Moisei.”

In fact, Cesar was not the only one who bothered Hanna.

After that incident, even if he’s a paladin, whenever he had a chance, he would pass in front of the orphanage and ask for a glass of water.

“You must be very bothered by the rumors that drinking the tea Teacher Hanna made will give them a strange energy.”

“Hoho. Even if I break my wrist, I can give Moisei a cup of tea.”

Cesar, who covered his mouth with his hand and looked at Hanna with a sullen look, smiled sarcastically.

It was because even if the temperature difference was large from when she treated him, it was obvious because the difference was too big.

Hanna quickly made a cold tea and took it to Moisei.

Cesar asked Hanna.

“Why are you so kind to Moisei?”

“What?”

“Why would you give him tea even if your wrist breaks?”

Cesar’s mood was twisted as much as his twisted arms.

“Because it’s him. Him.”

Hanna blinked as if she were answering a natural question.

“He’s Jeremy’s teacher.”

“Jeremy?”

Only then did Cesar think of the little boy who was talking about swordsmanship every day at in front of the table.

Cesar, who remembered that the child’s teacher was one of the holy knights, said to Moisei with a stern look.

“Are you getting a double job?”

“Can you call it a job by teaching only one child?”

Moise replied with a face as if it was absurd.

“That’s a violation of your contract.”

“Paladins doesn’t have such a contract, but…”

In fact, there was no contract clause such as the prohibition of getting double work even for knights.

“I guess you’re free because it’s a temple on the outskirts”.

“What?”

“Why are you so mean?”

Hanna, who was watching Cesar, blocked the two with her body.

“Sleep!”

Then, he offered Cesar the same cold tea as he had delivered to Moisei.

Cesar looked at the glass in Hanna’s hand.

“Aren’t you going to drink it?”

As Hanna’s hand was about to be removed, Cesar grabbed the glass with a wrap.

Then he gulped down the cold tea.

When the cold tea went down his throat, he felt strangely peaceful.

He was surely annoyed until just now.

By the time he gulped the last sip, doesn’t she feel as kind as a goddess of benevolence?

Cesar drank the tea at once and smiled brightly and coolly as if a patient with congestion had opened his stomach.

Holding the empty glass as it was, he walked to the kitchen entrance.

“Then work hard.”

He tapped Moisei’s shoulder with a gentle smile as if he never acted like a sensitive hedgehog.

Ttakttak. 

Then he lifted his head and headed for the hallway, brushing off any water droplets that might have been left on his tongue.

“……”

“……”

Hanna stared blankly at Cesar’s back as he was walking away.

What kind of person is that?

Hanna, who came to her senses, looked at Moisei, and Moisei was also watching Cesar with an expression that was not much different from Hanna.

“You have a good boss.”

“Yes…”

“Yes.”

There were no particular words of comfort to say.

“Did you really want to drink that tea?”

It was ridiculous to think about it again.

“Bring back my glass, please!”

However, it was a cry that was not heard by Cesar, who had already moved away.

* * *

“Did you bring another glass of water?”

“I’m going to pour water over here.”

“Because Cesar-nim acts like this that the teacher doesn’t like you here.”

At Curtis’ words, Cesar snorted.

“If you want to be welcomed, take any of the children and serve as a teacher.”

“What?”

Curtis, not knowing what he was talking about, took the documents Cesar approved as if he was talking nonsense.

“By the way, are you really saying that you won’t get a power test?”

Curtis was convinced.

She has some kind of power.

He thought that any divine power with healing power should belong to the temple.

“I said I don’t like it. What can you do?”

“But… do you not report to the temple separately?”

“What. The nursery school teacher here makes honey water delicious?”

“No, …ha.”

In Cesar’s response, Curtis knew he was not willing to report this to the top properly.

“Healing-related abilities are rare.”

“Do I look like an apprentice priest?”

Just in case you don’t know that much.

“It’s a rule to report this kind of thing.”

Cesar held his chin and waved as if he was tired of his nagging.

It’s meant for him to leave quickly.

“Don’t be angry when it’s known later.”

“I hope you don’t get angry for talking more.”

At Cesar’s words, Curtis calmed down his boiling stomach.

Originally, Cesar was an easy-to-handle boss for Curtis.

Basically, their relationship is based on trust, and most of the words of the temple and Curtis were accepted because his personality was clear.

Above all, he was the type of person who complained but handled his duties neatly.

He was a genius to see him easily solve difficult tasks with a sharp insight even between loose tasks.

A genius with extremely advanced intelligence to simplify troublesome tasks.

This situation, which makes it difficult for him to do simple tasks that only need to be reported to the temple, could be seen as quite unfamiliar to Curtis.

“Well, I’m sure you have an idea.”

However, the important thing was that Curtis had greater faith and loyalty to Cesar than the temple’s discipline.

As Curtis left the office, Cesar, who was languidly leaning against the desk, stood up.

Then he approached the window.

Cesar’s office window was tightly blocked with curtains.

Cesar, who removed one of them by hand, squinted his eyes under the pouring light.

A green garden.

The children and the teacher.

If the teacher has talent in the healing field, the teacher will be destined to be separated from those children.

God-given power would find its owner, whether that person wants it or not.

It was also an irresistible fate.

As if you were like that way you did.

Cesar, who looked down at the children and Hanna, remained there with a rare glare.

Praying that the time of the children will fly by as God’s gaze deviates from them.