It’s Not Poop, It’s Miso!
“Young Master Kaito, did you have an accident?”
H-hey, Marle, that’s not it, and you don’t have to whisper that right in my ear.
“No, I just got startled and thought maybe my pants got dirty?”
“It’s quite all right. Oh? There is a little dirt. I shall brush it off.”
Smack! … Smack! … Hm?
You brushed it, right? Then just keep brushing.
Why do you smack! it once and then run your hand all the way around my butt?!
Nooo, there’s a pervert hereee~
“S-scary…”
Papa and Mama noticed the commotion and hurried over to me.
“Papa, I was scared…”
It’s a crisis of my virtue here! Seriously, these people love me way too much!
“Oho, there, there. Were you frightened? It’s all right now. Marle saved you, didn’t she?”
“Well done, Marle.”
“Not at all. Protecting Young Master Kaito is only natural. And thanks to that, I was able to behold such an adorable young master… what a feast for the eyes.”
“Hm? What was that?”
“Oh, it was nothing.”
“More importantly, this.”
“What? Why is there a miso bee in a place like this?!”
Huhhh? What did you just say? Miso bee?
Miso!?
Miso, as in miso?
Drawn as if by the word itself, I moved toward the miso bee.
“Young Master Kaito, you mustn’t. This bee smells. Incredibly, overwhelmingly, bad. If you touch it, the smell won’t come off for a week.”
“That’s right, Kaito. Don’t go near it… hey, stop!”
Papa, Marle, Mama, even Sebas, everyone told me no.
But their voices didn’t reach me.
Because, because this aroma, this scent, it’s misooooo!
Yes! Yes! Ran♪ ran♪ raran♫
Chaka-chaka-chan-chan♪
I couldn’t help doing a little dance. It’s miso!
“Kaito, are you all right?”
I don’t have a fever! I’m not acting strange.
I’m just happy.
That miso bee’s abdomen was packed full of miso! Miso soup, grilled with miso… ahhh, my culinary world is expanding!
“Hey, Kaito, are you sure you’re all right? It didn’t sting you anywhere?”
Worried, Papa and Mama checked my whole body from head to toe.
“Papa, Mama, I’m fine. It didn’t sting me anywhere.
I want that bee.”
“Ugh, it really does stink. So bad! No, Kaito, give it up.”
In Papa’s arms as he lifted me, I flailed harder than I ever had before.
I couldn’t win against Papa’s strength.
“Kaito, calm down!”
No, no, nooo! The miso~ I want the miso!
He set me down while I thrashed and cried. I stood there bawling, and he crouched to meet my eyes.
“Kaito, why? Why do you want that miso bee so badly? I know it isn’t poisonous. But it stinks. Terribly. To be honest, Papa thinks it smells like poop.”
“It’s not! It’s miso! It’s miso paste! It’s suuuper tasty!”
“There’s no way it’s tasty. One of my subordinates said it’s not something you eat.”
Eh? Someone ate it? Just like that?
They ate the poop-smelling stuff?
Of course it won’t taste good if you eat it as-is!
“That’s wrong! You use it in cooking!”
“Kaito, how do you know something like that?”
I told him it was a revelation from the Goddess.
It’s a lie, though. Bleh!
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