"Ah! Flammable oil!"
It was the same oil that Martha showed me before, the expensive oil imported from the east, which helped me prove that I didn't burn the huge curtain during Meira's engagement ceremony.
I hurried to get that bottle, as it was my savior from hunger.
"It's time for you to help me and my hungry tiny stomach. You owe me for putting that blame on me when it was you who burned that curtain."
Aish, I was so lonely that even talking to this lifeless bottle was comforting. Whenever I was left alone for long in the absence of Martha, I always chose to talk to lifeless things to pass my time and make myself feel I was not alone. I didn't even spare the walls of this old tower.
Opening the bottle's cap, I leaned down to add some of the flammable oil onto the wood inside the mud stove, but just then, my ears caught a familiar sound that I never liked.
Squeak!
Squeak!
