Chapter 94.1

Chapter 94.1. Sena’s Request

-Masatoshi’s POV-

Masatoshi’s favorite heroine praises him. It’s not a game or something. It’s not an electronic being that reacts when you touch the screen. It’s a real person. The actualized heroine praises me.

Masatoshi feels he could climb a tree. Sena stares at him with admiration and respect in her red eyes, as if she were looking at a great detective. Masatoshi stares back at her with an involuntary sniffle.

The two of them stare at each other. Their cheeks are on fire. Convinced that she is already in love with him, Masatoshi smiles a self-proclaimed fresh smile.

Sorry, Shin. He’s the hero without Sena, so he’s sure he’ll be fine. No, it would be better if the pattern is that we, who are in a friendly lover’s bond beside Shin, help him to defeat the monsters. This way, we would have recovery magic, and Shin we could defeat the Demon God. In other stories, at crucial moments, for some reason, Sena isn’t there, or she runs out of mana, or for some other reason, she cannot use recovery magic, so there would be no problem regarding the battle.

Sena’s pure white skin is red. It was the first time in his life that he had ever seen a woman turn that kind of expression on him. Regrettably, she is only 10 years old. If he has to keep this state until the future, he must first confess his love to her and make her his girlfriend. Masatoshi warps his thoughts to another dimension as soon as possible.

The two have been close since childhood. From being cute childhood friends, they will one day become aware of each other as the opposite sex, and when they reach high school age, they will become lovers. He has longed for such a fairy tale. If he had had a cute childhood friend in his previous life, he would not have become a NEET who never went to school. The childhood friend is no longer a losing heroine. The latest trend is for childhood friends to be winning heroines.

So, he made a strong decision and opened his mouth to confess my feelings.

“Oh, um, I.. I….”

Masatoshi, the self-proclaimed god, who has changed his job to a monk, stutters at the crucial moment. ‘Boku Boku Boku’ and he shows off a lot of laziness that speaks onomatopoeia of hitting air.

“Hahaha! Hey, you? Your face is just on fire from the heat of the iron plate. It’s time to stop.”

A tap on the shoulder brought him back to his senses.

“Damn, I know. The iron plate is a little hot, Sena-san.”

“Fufu, the iron plate is hot, Masatoshi-san.”

He coughs deceptively, shakes off a wildly slapping hand, and smiles uhehe at Sena. Sena was dumbfounded at Masatoshi’s line. She held her mouth with a hand that looked like a white fish, giving her an elegant giggle.

He gazes at the pretty heroine in a state of euphoric admiration. She’s the best. He swears he’ll make this girl his girlfriend, and he glares at the guy who tapped me on the shoulder.

“Mion, quiet for a moment. No, can you please be quiet?”

He almost shows his true colors, but he restores Shin’s imitation. It’s a minus point to speak or act violently here.

Standing in front of him with a funny smile is the orphan name Mion he met at a party the other day. Today she’s dressed boyishly, wearing an old shirt and pants. She puts her hands behind her back and looks at Masatoshi.

“No, you’re talking about something that sounds difficult, so I was wondering if it’s bad if I bother you…it seems like you don’t eat at all. Can you eat monjayaki?”

“An? I’m an expert on the food of the common people. That’s easy.”

He presses the small iron against the monjayaki, which is sizzling on the teppan. He tried to take the sizzling monjayaki and found nothing on the iron.

“Ufufu, it’s easy, isn’t it, Masatoshi-san?”

While her mouth was pouting like she was mischievous, Sena mastered the skillful use of the iron, took the monjayaki with a whiff, and ate it with a whiff of how hot it was. She had never eaten monjayaki before, but she was good at it.

“It’s really easy. Just a little, just a little. How do you take this?”

“Ahahaha! It’s really funny, so young master can’t do it.”

At Masatoshi, who clattered the iron plate and tried to invent a new musical instrument, Mion laughed and clapped his shoulders again.

“Well then, I’ll scoop it up with a big trowel and put it on your plate, and you can eat it with chopsticks.”

“Monjayaki is usually eaten with a small trowel, right? I’m just a little unfamiliar with it. You’ll get used to it.”

“You’ll get burnt before you get used to it. Here you go.”

Scooping up the monjayaki with the large trowel, Mion places it on Masatoshi’s small plate. Masatoshi accepts it, thinking how annoying she is, since she doesn’t change her smirk and teasing smile.

“You really can’t help it, can you? Young master?”

“Really.”

“Dull guy.”

The other girls in the store were also laughing and teasing him, and Masatohi clenched his fists as if he wanted to punch them, but in front of Seina, he managed to hold back.