Little Bread once again started her cooing "ah woo" twice—it seemed her stomach was hungry yet again. Idiot, with a stern expression on his face, took out some compressed oatmeal and prepared a bowl of porridge, placing it before Bread.
"Woo~! Ah woo~!"
The little girl, delighted, took hold of the spoon and started to eat heartily. Idiot watched her carefree expression as his icy eyes slowly closed…
He couldn't leave this place.
No matter how perilous the academy was, he couldn't depart.
There was food here, a place to stay. All he had to do was wear the shackles and chains that were once heavy but now felt familiar, as well as the exhausting garment made of unknown materials, and perform a bit of labor every day.
In return, he could enjoy these public facilities and infrastructures without risking his life. For him, life here was comfortable, a comfort not just for himself but also indispensable for Bread.
…
That girl…
