Chapter 17
âOh no, what should I do?â
It was afternoon free time.
This was the time when the children either napped, read books, or played various games.
And for me, it was usually the time I used to prepare snacks for them.
Todayâs snack was candied sweet potatoes.
All I had to do was cut the sweet potatoes into bite-sized pieces, cook them, and coat them in sugar syrupâdone.
Thatâs how simple and easy this snack was. And it wasnât just sweet; it was healthy too.
As soon as free time began, I started working on the snack. I quickly finished all the prep. The sweet potatoes were cooked nicely, and to make them crunchy, I even gave them a light fry.
But thenâŚ
âWhy is there so little sugar left?â
For candied sweet potatoes, the sugar syrup was the most important part.
And yet I didnât have enough sugar to make it.
âShould I run out and buy some now?â
I glanced at the clock on the wall.
Thankfully, there was still some time. But just barely.
If I were even a little late, the syrup wouldnât be ready before free time ended.
And there was one more problem.
I was the only adult here watching the children.
If there were another adult, it would be fine. But I couldnât just leave the kids alone.
âThey may be fine playing together without me during free time, butâŚâ
Having a guardian in the same space and not having one at all were worlds apart.
If they got hurt while playing, at least I could run over and take care of it.
But if something happened while I wasnât hereâŚ
âJust imagining it is awful!â
I wouldnât be able to do anything.
âWhat should I doâŚ?â
Should I just not make the syrup? But then it would just be plain sweet potatoesâŚ
Of course theyâd still taste good, but I had already told the children that todayâs snack would be candied sweet potatoes.
Theyâd be disappointed for sure.
âBut I canât just run out for sugar and leave the kidsâŚâ
Even while I fretted, time was ticking away.
I watched the clock hands move and stomped my feet anxiously.
That was whenâ
Estelle appeared like a savior, just back from her farm work.
âIâm home.â
âEstelle!â
âWhy are you calling me like thatâdid something happen?â
I rushed over, clutching the empty sugar bag. Estelle looked at me, startled.
âI was going to make candied sweet potatoes, but I donât have enough sugar. I was thinking of running to buy some, but I canât just leave the kidsâŚâ
I curved my brows into a pitiful frown and asked carefully,
âEstelle⌠could you buy some sugar for me?â
âGot it.â
âReally?â
At her answer, a huge smile spread across my face.
I barely restrained the urge to hug her on the spot.
âOf course. Itâs not that big of a deal.â
At that, Estelle rolled up her sleeves like some rough old man and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, nodding firmly.
It was completely at odds with her usually expressionless face.
Status Window
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Stamina: 70 (+12)
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Intelligence: 84 (+5)
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Grace: 4 (â6)
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Stress: 28 (+8)
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Farming Skill: 30 (+6)
ââŚSo itâs all because of Grace.â
Since we still hadnât solved her âgraceâ problem, Estelleâs attitude toward me was the same, but her behavior had grown strangely rough.
But this was still better. At least it wasnât as bad as before.
âAnd Iâll find a way soon enough.â
I deliberately ignored the status window and handed her my wallet.
âThank you so much, Estelle. Iâll count on you.â
âIâll be right back.â
She nodded, opened the door, and left.
I waved her off with a relieved smile, so grateful she was here.
Free time was almost over.
Soon it would be time to hand out the snacks.
But the candied sweet potatoes werenât finished yet.
Because Estelle still hadnât returned with the sugar.
âWhen will Estelle be backâŚ?â
Quite a bit of time had passed since she left.
If she just stopped by the market for sugar and came straight back, she should be arriving soon.
âIf she gets here within five minutes, I can just barely finish in timeâŚâ
But the thought of her being late made my heart uneasy.
To shake off the nerves, I decided to busy myself.
Using the excuse that the sweet potatoes would go soggy, I refried them.
That was whenâ
Knock, knock.
Amid the crackle of oil came the sound of knocking at the door.
I quickly turned off the stove and shouted toward the entrance.
âEstelle, youâre back?â
Thank goodness.
She must have returned in time.
Relieved, I hurried to the door, smiling, and flung it open.
âThe door was unlockedâwhyâd you knock? Is the sugar heavyâwait, huh?â
But the person standing there wasnât Estelle.
A book tucked under one arm. A hood pulled so deep it hid his eyes and nose.
And beneath the hood, the curve of red lips is smiling.
âItâs me. Are you disappointed itâs not Estelle?â
It was Basago.
ââŚâ
No wonder. Iâd wondered why anyone would knock.
During school hours, I never locked the door. Parents came and went at different times, and some dropped by early. Everyone in the village knew that.
Estelle knew it too. Since she lived with me, she knew the door would be open at this timeâand she had her own key. Even if it were locked, sheâd have just walked in.
âSo of course I assumed it was Estelle.â
Even the knockingâI thought sheâd have her hands full with groceries.
But it was Basago.
The disappointment aside, I suddenly felt very uneasy.
No surpriseâthis was the first time Iâd seen him since rejecting his offer that night.
“⌔
âYou really do look disappointed. That hurts.â
As I instinctively stepped back, he pretended to wipe away tears, then walked right inside without waiting for permission.
I was dumbfounded by his shamelessness. But what could someone like me do?
All I could manage was to clamp my lips shut and watch him warily.
âAt least he doesnât seem as dangerous as last time. Should I be relieved about that?â
Watching him carefully, I remembered the night under the moonlight.
Back then, he had radiated real menace. Just facing him had made my body tremble, as primal fear swallowed me whole.
But now, he seemed calmerâcloser to how heâd been the very first time we met.
Still frightening, but not like heâd kill me on the spot.
Even being in the same room with him didnât make me shiver.
Not that it was comfortable either.
âOh! Itâs big brother!â
âWhen did you get here? Just now?â
The children, however, seemed delighted.
Den and Marco, who hadnât gone down for a nap, spotted him and ran over, bouncing with excitement.
They clung to the fabric of his pants and hopped up and down.
Basago smiled and patted their heads.
âI promised, didnât I? That Iâd come see you again. Did you think I forgot?â
âOf course not!â
âHeh. Is that so?â
It was a picturesque, heartwarming sceneâhim and the two children smiling together.
But I couldnât look at it with an easy heart.
Because I knew Basago was a demon who didnât actually like children.
âTo even act like this⌠What is he really after?â
The last time, I had rejected his proposal and run away. Surely heâd been angry.
After all, I had refused him and even gone against his wishes.
So why had he come here?
And why go so far as to smile at children he didnât even like?