Travel through the daily life of the dragon clan

Chapter 590: The Azalea and the Boy on the Mountain (3)

I tried to bring the topic to a question that concerned me the most. "Do you like taking care of other people's lives?"

"Like it?"

"Correct."

As someone who has had no connection with this field since birth, I care more about this area.

"It's the same mission. Compared to the past, this is probably the longest time. I learned a lot of areas that I don't normally touch, and carefully observed the other party's preferences, which is a very important reference direction."

Unexpected answer.

This was probably the first time that I clearly heard the meaning of avoidance from her mouth. She was probably not good at lying or evading, so she was discovered so abruptly.

I dropped my shoulders in disappointment.

I originally thought I would hear an answer like "refer to your own dating experience."

Romanov probably didn't want to answer such questions. I felt a little ashamed of myself and started a new topic from the beginning.

"Although you may laugh at me, I am about the same age as you. This is just my personal opinion, but I think the person who is taken care of by you will definitely be very happy," I said.

My intention was to offer comfort, but Romanov dropped his eyes.

"No... There's a cheerful girl in school who is the exact opposite of me and he has a good relationship with her. The happiness you mentioned is revealed when they communicate. Correspondingly, I am only useful for cooking, cleaning, running errands, and homework that requires quick sketching and a lot of copying."

"Is that so? So that's how it is."

I don't know what I'm talking about.

Romanov answered these words, which I myself did not understand.

"Yes. But this time, it's the first time for him to come to my side of the world."

"First time?!"

I accidentally made a loud noise.

"Yes, first time."

I don't understand what this means.

I just felt like I was drawn into the beginning of a special story, and my heartbeat quickened.

"Are you worried?"

I looked to her for approval, but I was the one who got nervous.

But Romanov did not seem so nonchalant.

"...From the beginning, I knew that this day would come, and I would complete the task and respond immediately. This also means that my time was not wasted. This is a good thing that should be taken for granted, indicating that things are going well..."

I didn't see any joy of "good things going well" on her face.

That's probably why she looks so worried.

It can be seen that she is in a dilemma, or rather, she is struggling...

I was surprised.

When our hotel is not open, we have to turn away guests even if they come. Although it is our job to welcome guests, the decision is in our hands. If it makes us feel embarrassed, we will not let them come again even if they are guests.

"You have to say no... This is a top priority. Even if it's work or socializing, you can't refuse if you don't know how to say no."

“The most important thing is to complete the mission.”

Somehow, I seemed to understand why the boy on the other side of the ocean was worried.

She was probably a noble or royal family, but even if that was the case, or rather, because of that status, she couldn't get used to a stable life. Even if the job was not suitable for her, she would refuse it.

"But it's also part of your job to consider yourself."

Romanov looked out the window.

Romanov lowered his eyelashes, as thin as gold threads, and thought about what I said.

"...I'm better at making tools after all."

She suddenly murmured softly.

"why?"

"..."

no answer.

What is the most appropriate way to describe this girl?
“Become a useful tool and you won’t be discarded.”

To say that she is frank seems a bit too frank, as if... yes, she is just like a child who doesn't want to wake up and see the world.

"Just keep it that way."

So, maybe.

“That was the most important person to me.”

She must have thought that from the bottom of her heart. "Whatever."

She must not be lying.

"That's all that matters."

She really has been separated from someone very important to her, and she is feeling very lonely now.

"But now I have played a role as a tool, and everything has changed... The mission is going smoothly, and he has to step into a new world alone, using himself as a weapon."

Where I live, there is only a small island and a pier not far away. It is a very peaceful land.

No accidents have ever happened here since I was born.

I had no experience consistent with that to respond to her confession.

It's obvious that he is the one who is digging deep into the matter. He is really too much.

"...By the way...um...is it okay to tell someone like me?"

I wanted to cheer her up.

But I don’t know the corresponding techniques.

He claims to be able to understand other people's "language", but can only end the topic vaguely.

She heard this, but shook her head.

"terribly sorry……"

For some reason, she apologized first.

So I became even more confused.

"I said too much and polluted your ears... I'm sorry."

"Why do you say that? That's not the case at all."

"No, I'm sorry. I promised someone in my heart to minimize contact with others. Although it was my own decision, I'm sorry."

"No, it's good, isn't it?"

“Agreements must be kept.”

"but."

"I'm really sorry. I guess what I said disturbed your work."

"Yes, but."

"Feel sorry."

“Isn’t this good? You and I! We are just the boss and the customer who met for the first time here!!!”

Here it comes again, I accidentally shouted it out loud.

I don't understand why I am trying so hard.

Maybe it’s because the girl apologized.

It was obviously me who insisted on asking her.

She just accidentally revealed the matter to a passerby like me, and she felt burdened.

"We shall know nothing of each other once we are off the steamer. So don't take it to heart."

Because once we get off the boat, we will never meet again in this life.

There is no need to rush to disconnect.

Really.

Don't be so anxious.

"Don't worry."

These words were just spoken casually to a border innkeeper like me.

"Don't worry about it."

My pupils flickered, revealing a look of uneasiness.

I didn't know why I was so eager to say yes. My breathing must have been messed up.

"..."

Romanov looked at me with a look as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Then he nodded with a vague look and said "yes".

He nodded once, and for some reason more than ten seconds later, he nodded again and said "yes".

After that, she and I spoke very little until we finally reached the shore.

(End of this chapter)