Naruhito (11)
I’m troubled.
Seriously, troubled.
I am sitting on the cushion on Lord Kujou’s lap, it’s noisy, and he reeks of alcohol. Lord Kujou is an elderly man, but he’s big and has strong muscles.
“I am Kujou Toshitane. You can call me Gramps if you want. What is your name, brave hero?”
“Naruhito.”
I have no choice but to tell him.
“Naruhito, huh? Not a bad name.”
Yeah. A good name.
What a good oby, he patted my head.
“Did you already eat? How about some juice?”
Gramps said, and poured colored water into a cup on the table. He also put a straw in and handed it to me.
Is it okay to drink?
When I looked at Ikumatsu he nodded.
I tried sucking in a little.
Oh~
Ohh~
What is this, it’s yummy.
Really, yummy!
“Oh my, you look like you’re drinking this for the first time. Do you like orange juice? Is it good?”
Gramps smiled while asking. I like it. I really like it.
If I were told to choose between candy and orange juice just before I die, I’d hesitate.
Delicious!
Since nothing was coming out of the straw anymore, I tilted the cup to my mouth. It seems like there was still a little left in the cup, but it didn’t come out.
“Let me see, I’ll pour you a little more. Hand me the cup.”
“Lord Kujou, please, in moderation. It’s the first time he’s drinking juice. He’s a child who has only eaten porridge and rice soup before.”
“Ikumatsu. What did you call me again? Did you mishear?”
“Oh, uh, I’m sorry. Um, Father.”
“Mhm, good.”
Gramps happily poured a lot of orange juice into the cup.
Hehe~
I’m happy~
And while I was admiring the beautiful orange color, it was taken away by Hiiro.
“Hey!”
No, my orange juice.
“Too much.”
He said and drank half of it.
Ah, my, my orange juice…
I looked at the returned cup.
“No. None. Too little.”
“You can have more tomorrow. Let’s call it a day for today. If you, get a stomachache, you won’t be able to drink tomorrow. Father put in too much. Okay? Wait for tomorrow.”
I’m not satisfied at all.
As I sulked, Otoha came to my side. She was inviting me with her hands wide open. Of course, I’ll go.
I won’t let go of the orange juice. Even though there was less, though.
“Naru, you are admirable for voicing out your dislike.”
She hugged me tightly.
Otoha didn’t smell like alcohol. While I was cuddling with her, of course, Hitachimaru came over.
After being separated from Otoha, I went to Hiiro and sat next to him.
Drinking.
“Are you sitting there? Weren’t you angry with Master Hiiro?”
Hitachimaru said something while holding Otoha. I don’t care.
While I was drinking the orange juice little by little, Hiiro lifted me up onto the cushion.
… I might be happy a little.