There was a soft knocking on the door again.
Well, I say again but it has been some time since I got left alone. To be precise it has been 35826 Seconds since the door got closed the last time by that woman who freed me from the talking of the old man and the young girl.
That is nearly ten hours.
The sun was already gone at that time and the moon threw its light trough the big window in my room. Now the sun is back already and it is even brighter.
Not that I can really see it.
I am covered under all the blankets and lie in the way to big bed.
For a human this would be a bit inconvenient because it is not really possible to breathe. Well, not that I am human in any regard, so why should I have their needs?
I don't need to eat too, though.
Why mention this?
Well, I did eat.
After I got left alone I examinated the bread closely. It looked like bread and smelled the same. The form was a normal slice of bread, even though it was quite thick. I took one of the slices that didn't touch the thing what I assume is a boiled egg and squished it a bit.
So soft~
It was indeed bread, there was no doubt of it. Even when I [look] at it, it doesn't seem odd in any regard, so I took a bite.
I cried.
The crust was somewhat hard and crispy. It sightly tasted like the feeling of fire.
The inner part was fluffy and soft and it just tasted incredibly great.
Maybe my tastebuds are just overloaded with their first use after literal years but this was by far the best that I had ever eaten.
Only after both slices were gone I noticed, that I couldn't hold back after the first bite.
I had thrown some grim looks at the egg things and the bowl with some unknown liquid – I assume that this is a bouillon but I cant be sure because I never saw one. I don't know these guys, so I wont trust them at all. If they want to get eaten, then they should become bread.
Same goes for the corrupted water.
It [looks] as if some plants got boiled and then someone took the water from that and filled it into a mug.
So I have two assumptions of what this is. First and more likely; this is some kind of medicine because of the way I look. Because I don't have a deeper insight on the matter, there is a possibility that it is poisonous for me so I will refrain from drinking it.
The second idea would be that this is some kind of washingwater for cleaning oneself up after a meal. Well, this is quite unlikely even if the possibility is not 0.
\\Maybe it is just tea, silly me…
//Oh… maybe…
Whatever it may be, I didn't touch it at all. Better safe, than sorry.
Because there was nothing else that I could do, I crawled back into the bed and covered myself with the blankets. At first I tried to spread out my field of perception a bit but because there are humans everywhere, doing way to many things, I refrained from doing that. It makes me nauseous, so I only concentrate on the room I am in.
Sadly there is not much to do here and so I was just lazing around on the bed. This is quite nice though…
There was a second knocking on the door, exactly 9,5 seconds after the first attempt.
I won't say "come in" or something like that, so please go away again.
But maybe it is the woman who brought the bread… And maybe she got more!
I [looked] a bit further so I could see the hallway. There are three people in front of the door.
Two seem to be guards and each of them has a small rifle hanging over their shoulder. A few hours ago there were two other guards but they got switched out. Maybe their shift ended?
The third is actually the mentioned woman, who is talking in a happy voice to the guards.
Ohhhh! She really has it!
I move around under the blankets so that my head sticks out of the bed on the side that faces the door.
There was no third knocking and the door got opened carefully. That's okay, even for the bread I would not have invited you in on my own.
The woman entered the room. Today she is dressed in a simple, light yellow dress and wears a white apron over it. In her hands is a tablet with the desired goods.
She looks at me and her eyes got filled with confusion for a moment. Then she let out a small chuckle and started to talk afterwards.
I noticed it before but when someone is not talking, people tend to talk all the more it seems. Or is it because they don't want silence between us, so that I don't feel uncomfortable in some way? I don't. Please be silent.
No? okay.
She got over to the table and placed the tablet on it. Then she turned around giving me a worried look and her voice changed to the same.
I didn't bother to understand the presented information. She pointed at the things that I didn't consume so it was clear that she would have wanted me to eat that too.
Ah well.
I am sorry for not being sorry but I just look as if I'm starving for some unknown reason. Actually I am completely fine.
The tone of her seemingly endless chatter changed back into a warm, friendly one and she walked over to the wardrobe.
Still [looking] at her, so that she wont get to close without me noticing, I ignored her mostly and let myself slide out of the bed.
Because of that I fell on the ground and she looked over for a moment, but because I got up without any trouble, she just shrugged and got back to whatever she did.
My aim was obvious. The bread.
Ohh, good good bread, let me eat yo- huh?
The bread got stained.
The three slices still look like the most perfect bread ever but for some reason someone smeared some yellowish cream on it and then covered it with thin slices of unknown meat.
I can get rid of the meat without problems but what is the meaning of this cream?
What monster would corrupt some nice bread? Ahh this is not good.
If I'm not mistaken this would be butter, right? But I don't really understand its motive for being on the bread. What does it want?
It [looks] somewhat greasy. The texture is a weird mix between liquid and solid and as far as I know it is made so that bread could be eaten easier. But the bread was perfect from the beginning…
As if something that [looks] like this could make it better.
I sulk a bit and start to get rid of the creamy stuff with a napkin that was on the tablet. Halfway trough the woman started to look at me with a mixture of confusion and surprise.
This should suffice.
It is far from perfect because the creamy stuff doesn't want to let go of the bread, but it will do. I really want to eat it.
The first bite…
…
It is as I thought, it tastes a bit greasy. The tasty itself is hard to describe but there is something more then just greasy. To be honest, the bread alone would be way better.
Ahh~ but still, the taste of the bread is too much. It is a pure bliss~
Uhm… and its gone already.
Why?
It was there mere moments ago.
Did I eat it already?
I [look] inside of myself. Yeah, there they are; the remains of three slices of bread.
They don't get digested because I don't have organs and instead float around in me while getting dissolved and turned into mana quite fast. The mana then leaves me like usual.
This is weird, so I [look] away.
I want more bread…
"*** ********* ** *****"
Yeah, no idea.
I look at the woman who smiles at me. Why are you smiling all the time? Are you the sunny type? Then leave me alone and go enjoy yourself outside.
I realized that she came closer while I was eating, but because she kept a good distance, I didn't mind her.
Now I look closer.
She has some blueish clothes and a big towel in her hand, also some white underwear that would not fit her.
Well, she points at me and then at the door so it is quite obvious what she wants.
She repeats her words a bit slower like the young man did the day before and reaches out her hand to me.
The information is simple.
I should get clean and get a change of clothes. For that I have to go with her.
I ponder for quite some time, that actually just took a second.
As far as I know, no one here has any ill thoughts or intentions towards me. If they want to kill me, there would be easier ways than to try to deceive me.
Actually it seems like the humans here are good natured. The old man and the young girl really gave of the honest information of being thankful.
And I got to eat the best bread ever...
So I could cooperate, I guess.
Always vigilant, though!
I slowly take the hand.
The womans skin feels a bit hot. Or am I just cold? Did they give me so many blankets because of that?
Hmmm maybe.
The moment I gave in and reached out to her, the woman showed a beaming smile and then slowly guides me out of my room and into the one on the opposite side of the hallway.
It was a luxurious bathroom, the same size of my room.
…
…..
I got bathed like a little kid.
The moment I reached out for her hand, seemingly was seen as some kind of sign, that it is okay to get closer and touch me if necessary.
Of course I froze up in terror every time it happened, but then she just lowered her voice to make it more calming and kept going on. I hate it.
I have to let you know, that my body and even the fake skin over it are made out of mana and can't get dirty, so this is uncalled for.
Ahh, as if she would get that…
The way to modern showerhead that she used to wash me was relaxing though. Not enough to calm me down, but it at least stopped a fully grown panic attack.
I want to use this alone and see if it can be compared to the bliss of my hotspring.
After the washing she dried me up with the super soft towel and some weird device that blasted hot air at me.
I don't know what that is or why humans invented it, but it is cool. I want to play around with that. And maybe break it apart to see how it works because that thing sucks a small amount mana out of the air so it could function.
At least I was mostly allowed to dress up alone. I have to admit that I couldn't figure out how to properly close the cloaklike dress that didn't have buttons or a zipper and instead gets closed with a row of ribbons.
What am I, an ugly dressup doll? Just give me some cloth that can cover me up and has a hole for my head!
Damn you, humans!
"!"
A small hiss is coming from the woman and I look at her out of reflex.
She wanted to put away the hot air device, but it seems that the thing itself gets hot too and now there are small blisters forming at her thumb and index finger.
Deserves you ri- … no actually it is not deserved… is it?
Haaaa~! Humans confuse me.
Why can't they all be the same and with that easier to understand?!
Then I could just hate you all and don't think about it.
I let out a deep sigh in my mind.
…
Fine!
You gave me delicious bread and a comfy bed so I will compensate a bit.
I grab her hand that got slightly burned and ignore her confused words as I [stare] at the blisters.
The blisters itself are not important, what counts is the flesh and skin underneath, that needs to get fixed. Starting from the biggest burned area that took me 71 seconds I concentrated on each one of them. One after another to fix them up. The smallest one took just 39 seconds.
Shouldn't this actually take longer? The small wound of the little girl was harder to fix… maybe because this was an injury through heat?
The moment my "treatment" began, the woman became silent instantly. That is good because I have to concentrate my field of perception onto the smallest points, so it would be confusing if she threw in different information at that time.
I checked her hand one last time – all burned spots are healed up as if it never happened – and then looked her. I at least tried to not seem annoyed, but the moment I looked at her face I got confused anyway.
She had covered her mouth with her free hand and tears filled her eyes, as she just stared at me with surprise and… delight?
Didn't the old man already tell, that I did something like that before?
I don't know the language, but within the information that he cried out yesterday there often was one about me and about healing wounds, so she should have heard it.
I have to repeat myself; damn you humans! Stop confusing m-
AH!
She hugged me!
ESCAPE!
I can't! Move? Not a chance!
Helphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelp!
No one will help me!
PLEASE LET GO OF ME!
Ah I moved.
I managed to bite her in the shoulder that was in front of my face. There was zero strength behind it, so it couldn't even hurt her but at least it seems to surprise her and she loosened her grip.
I saw a chance and used it.
I ducked away from her and then stumbled backwards until I reached the wall.
She looked at me in surprise again and then started to laugh lightly, while words in an apologetic tone came from her mouth.
You won't deceive me.
I can [feel] that there is the truth and not the slightest harm in your words, but you are dangerous in another meaning.
Don't touch me!
Should I hiss at her? Yeah, maybe I should hiss to make a point.