Book 3: Chapter 1: (8)

Book 3: Chapter 1: (8)

Hey. So not only do you discriminate against me by calling me an alien all the time, but now youre going to discriminate against me for being a woman as well? Take it back Huh?? So ultimately, you ended up becoming one of those female liberation warriors too, huh?

Matoba wasnt budging. He soaked the cherry tomatoes in the salad in balsamic, took them to his mouth, and seemed to be enjoying the taste happily. He then finally met her eyes and said in a low, muttered voice, almost complaining about having to reply at all

What? Dont say something annoying. Just eat. My specialty housewife-style spaghetti will get cold This is not about the food. Its just that you, saying that just because Im a woman Okay, I get it. Eat.

Matoba pushed the pasta dish with no hesitation towards her. Tilarna rolled the thin string-like strange food around the fork, and unwillingly put it in her mouth. It had the right amount of spice and garlic. The pleasant feeling of oil and the mellow umami of the onions spread through her mouth. Not only wasnt there anything unpleasant about it, but it seemed that Kei Matoba actually had a talent for cooking.

How is it? its delicious I know it is, balance is key. Just by adding a few more capers, it would taste like shit, though. Its surprisingly difficult. Dont underestimate the skills of a single man. Leave your moral high ground for when you can cook a pasta even better than mine. Thats a must. This isnt even an issue of discrimination to begin with. Even though I recognized a creature like you from another planet as a woman, you started taking that kind of attitude Wh Then I wont cook for you anymore. Ill just cook my dish when youre not around, and eat it by myself. How rude!

Tilarnas eyes were getting watery, but Matoba kept pushing.

Before you worry about all that alien stuff, worry about how youre ten years behind on housework. When I tried to teach you how to wash rice the other day, you went and did such a bad job, putting too much pressure into it, I couldnt even call it washing but more like smashing the rice. And it was the good Koshihikari rice that I had brought from Japan. Apologize to the farmer!

For some reason, Matoba had started to noisily and annoyingly pester her about food. Where had his generous and composed attitude gone? He was the kind of person that got impatient extremely easily. Maybe he had struggled with food a lot in his earlier years.

Rakebye

Tilarna looked up and muttered, as she stuffed her mouth with food. She had no choice but to give it to him. Keis Sbaghetti was delicious. This was the kind of guy that would someday be thrown out of the police, and be left out in the cold. Well, if that happened maybe he could just work for Normas parents at their diner. Surely both the master of the house and the sisters would be glad to have such an eccentric change of pace.

The two of them became silent for a while, as they kept eating. Kuroi the cat had eaten to his hearts content earlier, so he had just rolled up on the living rooms sofa and fell asleep. He kept inflating and deflating quietly as he slept.

Man I feel like having a drink

Muttered Matoba to himself. He then went to the fridge, and came back with a glass and a bottle of wine.

You want some? Its the cheap one No

How? It was just the same as the written report by the guys from the 18th. There was nothing particularly new Im not talking about your questions or the investigation. Im asking about the guy. After his daughter died in such a way, I just got curious about what kind of father he was He was a normal father Normal? A grieving father. He just has a lot of stuff going on. Hes always looking out for the refugees and both that old man and Norune came from a refugee camp. After getting out of such a dumpster, and now that hes just one step from the city mayor elections, I guess you could say hes making a huge effort. Such a dumpster? Do you know what life was like for refugees ten years ago? There wasnt anything like todays old town district or the Semani project around. It was just terrible

Matoba took a deep breath that reeked of alcohol. For some reason Tilarna wasnt disgusted by it.

Back then, San Teresa was in the middle of its construction rush, and waste was being produced left and right. The UNs refugee camp had reached its capacity, so the ones that were left out went on to live within a mountain made of waste. A mountain of car junk and building materials They would gather all of that stuff and try to make a daily living Back when I was in the army, we were tasked with something called the public order measures, so we patrolled the camps for about a month. Children were sleeping packed like sardines by the dozen in small makeshift board houses, while cockroaches ran around all over. Maybe their parents had died or something, who knows they would crowd around us Jehkan, Jehkan! they would scream Jehkan? Jay-kan. Japanese soldiers. They were nice to the refugees, so they were popular. The Chinese and Korean armies were scarier, but they werent able to tell them apart just from their faces, so they would run up to them screaming Jehkan, jehkan. Hm There were girls even as young as 10 who were prostituted. Even when we told them to stop it, they would still surround us but even if we had gotten them to stop, then what? Its not like we could just guarantee a better life for them starting the next day. Drugs from earth were also seen all over the place, but even the very soldiers supposed to catch the dealers would end up becoming frequent users well, it was just all a mess. There are several special departments in the San Teresa police department, but the very first one to be created was the Special Vice Squad. Im sure you can probably easily imagine the sorry state it was in.

Tilarna had somewhat studied San Teresa Citys history, but this was the first time she had ever heard of that.

Thats unforgivable. Why did you treat them so horribly? Thats the real problem. It wasnt just a matter of discrimination. People got fed up with the powerful countries egos and bureaucracy. Try to imagine it, though. Think about the other side of the story. If a large amount of people from Earth suddenly flooded into the other side as refugees, then what kind of reaction would the Kingdom of Farbani even have? W-well thats

Probably something similar. They would provide assistance to a group of refugees only to keep appearances, and then ignore the existence of the other refugees. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people are not easy to take care of. Food, welfare, theres a lot to consider.

Someone who was attacked by thieves and forced to leave and flee the place they had always called home is not going to be nice forever. If someone is wronged by truly evil people, they wont be worrying about everybody else in the world.

Matoba shrugged.

Its not as bad as before, but refugees still live in distress. Norunes father is trying to do something about it and well, his efforts are not just a lie. Just saying, but I think Norune just let her fathers efforts go to waste So youre saying its her fault that she died like that? Im not saying that. Im not saying that, but

Matoba gulped down his wine, and looked down, reflecting deep in thought. But in the end, it seemed like he didnt reach any conclusion.

Nah, Im talking shit. When something this awful happens, its easy to think stuff like its that girls fault, or you reap what you sow. People think its easy to blame the victims because it helps them ignore the raw cruelty of reality. Is that so? I dont believe I can think about it like that at all. When a relative suffers a death like that

Matoba reclined on the back of the seat, and looked up

Blaming the one who did it is obvious, but at the same time one of the following two patterns takes place. Either you blame yourself, or you blame the victim. Its not about what is right or what is wrong. Normally people fluctuate between both while they grieve. Its a never ending conflict. Have you had that kind of experience? Never. Haha never

Matoba let out a dry laugh.

Farbani for idiot