Translator: Moongirl
Even after a few days, I still had no idea what had happened between Michel and Kinoshita . I couldn’t ask openly in the clubroom – the members would riot if they found out the truth – and every time I tried to be alone with Michel, he managed to slip away from me .
「Aaah, I’m worried!」 I groaned in Mizuhara’s kitchen .
All I wanted to know was whether they’d broken up or not .
I got to work, making a meringue to shake off my bad mood . Instead of using the hand mixer, I decided to mix it by hand . I think it was a very picturesque scene – my furious wrist, undefeated by any machine .
I made fresh cream by hand too . 「Mmaaagh,」 I yelled, whisking it like crazy, until the smooth cream was ready just a short time later .
I crushed the strawberries until not one single grain was left . 「Foaaghh!」 I stabbed them senselessly with a fork .
Melting the gelatin, I mixed the strawberries, meringue, and fresh cream all together . I poured it all into a container and put it into the fridge to let it chill and harden for 1-2 hours .
「Haagghh,」 I groaned, putting some strawberries, granulated sugar, and lemon juice into the mixer .
「Would you stop making those strange noises?」
Mizuhara kept pissing me off, even though I was in the middle of my coping mechanism for frustrating times that I’d inherited from my mother .
「Aaah, I still feel kinda down! I guess I’ll make something else . Is there anything you want to eat?」 I asked Mizuhara as I put the finished sauce into the fridge . I was trying to both thank and apologize to him for the festival’s events by making sweets he wanted for a while .
「Mizuhara, what are you doing?」
Mizuhara was carefully scribbling on Arioka’s prized collection of photographs that I’d brought . I’d only thought of drawing mustaches and nosebleeds on them, but Mizuhara went even further .
There were elves drawn on every page . Even though he hadn’t drawn anything on the idols themselves, you could feel more of the elves’ presence on the pages than the actual idols .
They closely resembled Arioka, drawn here and there as if following the idols around . Not to mention the awful speech bubbles beside them .
『Even when I’m an old, toothless man I’ll still freeload off of my parents! That’s who I really am . 』 An old, toothless elf Arioka was gnawing at someone’s shin . On top of being gorey, it was just surreal .
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『I can’t be dyed any colors because I’m unemployed!』 A colorless, jobless elf Arioka was rolling around . Seems like he’d been laid off .
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『Even though I’m a parasite, I’ll never go to Meguro! That’s how I feel!』 Elf Arioka gave a thumbs up, standing at the Meguro train station platform .
『Even though I’m a parasite, I’ll never go to Meguro! That’s how I feel!』 Elf Arioka gave a thumbs up, standing at the Meguro train station platform .
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There were times Mizuhara came up with truly stupid things and I doubted whether he really was intelligent . But even though it was stupid, it could have an effect on Arioka, considering he got scared of the NEET elf .
「So, Mizuhara, what do you want to eat?」
「Tart, Finnish galette, blancmange, donuts, butter cake, tiramisu, pudding, souffle, meringue pie, torte…」
「What kind of spell is that?」 I could barely catch any of the words, he seemed to go on endlessly with a single breath . 「Ah, well, cheesecake sticks it is then . 」
It wasn’t one of Mizuhara’s candidates but I felt like making it . Mizuhara simply nodded his agreement .
I substituted the tart for store-bought biscuits . Putting the biscuits in a strong bag, I showered them with blows from a rolling pin . 「Nnnghagh!」 I used only my left hand to pulverize them – both hands or my right hand would be far too strong .
Mixing the butter and milk, I spread it out smoothly onto a tray . I added some more sugar to the grated lemon and cream cheese and stirred it . Adding fresh cream to it, I poured it all on top of the biscuit layer and put it into the oven to bake .
After it cooled down a little, I put it into the fridge, letting it rest for 3 hours . I had nothing to do until then, so I unfastened my apron and sat down in front of Mizuhara, who was still scribbling away .
「Do you think Michel’s ignoring me because things have gotten worse with Kinoshita?」 I groaned, placing my chin on the table and worrying .
「Do you think Michel’s ignoring me because things have gotten worse with Kinoshita?」 I groaned, placing my chin on the table and worrying .
Mizuhara let out an evil laugh as he looked at his finishing touches, drawing an elite elf . 「It’s futile to ask me questions that can’t be answered according to theory . Besides, there will be factors and noise interference as well, and the result will appear eventually . 」
「Noise?」 I could understand him saying not to ask him about love-related topics, but I didn’t understand what he meant by the rest .
「Unnecessary signals being transmitted to the communication system and turning into disturbance . 」
「Ah, I get it . 」 In other words, the karate club members . It was the first time I’d heard them being referred to as noise interference, but it fit them perfectly .
I returned to the kitchen for some black tea . There were a lot of different kinds of tea in Mizuhara’s house, so I had to conduct some research on which tea went best with which sweets .
「Your phone is ringing!」
「I’m a little busy here, just check who it is . 」 I didn’t want to be interrupted so I asked Mizuhara to check .
「I’ve checked . 」
「Tell me who it is then!」 It was probably my mom or dad, or maybe Chii-chan or a club member .
「Yui Kinoshita . 」
「……… . Huh?」
「Yui Kinoshita . 」
「……… . Huh?」
I hurriedly wiped my hands with a dish-cloth and took my phone from Mizuhara . I’d received an email from Kinoshita .
『There is something I want to talk to you about . Would you let me have some of your time?』
The contents of the email simply stirred up unpleasant thoughts in my imagination
TL: ‘Gnawing at your parents’ shin’ is a Japanese idiom for freeloading off of them . TL Note: This is a pun because ‘colorless’ and ‘unemployed’ are both pronounced the same in Japanese . TL Note: Meguro is known for having the only museum dedicated to parasites in the world, the Meguro Parasitical Museum . Translator Moongirl Even after a few days, I still had no idea what had happened between Michel and Kinoshita . I couldn t ask openly in the clubroom the members would riot if they found out the truth and every time I tried to be alone with Michel, he managed to slip away from me . Aaah, I m worried I groaned in Mizuhara s kitchen . All I wanted to know was whether they d broken up or not . I got to work, making a meringue to shake off my bad mood . Instead of using the hand mixer, I decided to mix it by hand . I think it was a very picturesque scene my furious wrist, undefeated by any machine . I made fresh cream by hand too . Mmaaagh, I yelled, whisking it like crazy, until the smooth cream was ready just a short time later . I crushed the strawberries until not one single grain was left . Foaaghh I stabbed them senselessly with a fork . Melting the gelatin, I mixed the strawberries, meringue, and fresh cream all together . I poured it all into a container and put it into the fridge to let it chill and harden for 1 2 hours . Haagghh, I groaned, putting some strawberries, granulated sugar, and lemon juice into the mixer . Would you stop making those strange noises Mizuhara kept pissing me off, even though I was in the middle of my coping mechanism for frustrating times that I d inherited from my mother . Aaah, I still feel kinda down I guess I ll make something else . Is there anything you want to eat I asked Mizuhara as I put the finished sauce into the fridge . I was trying to both thank and apologize to him for the festival s events by making sweets he wanted for a while . Mizuhara, what are you doing Mizuhara was carefully scribbling on Arioka s prized collection of photographs that I d brought . I d only thought of drawing mustaches and nosebleeds on them, but Mizuhara went even further . There were elves drawn on every page . Even though he hadn t drawn anything on the idols themselves, you could feel more of the elves presence on the pages than the actual idols . They closely resembled Arioka, drawn here and there as if following the idols around . Not to mention the awful speech bubbles beside them . Even when I m an old, toothless man I ll still freeload off of my parents That s who I really am . An old, toothless elf Arioka was gnawing at someone s shin . On top of being gorey, it was just surreal . 1 I can t be dyed any colors because I m unemployed A colorless, jobless elf Arioka was rolling around . Seems like he d been laid off . 2 Even though I m a parasite, I ll never go to Meguro That s how I feel Elf Arioka gave a thumbs up, standing at the Meguro train station platform . 3 There were times Mizuhara came up with truly stupid things and I doubted whether he really was intelligent . But even though it was stupid, it could have an effect on Arioka, considering he got scared of the NEET elf . So, Mizuhara, what do you want to eat Tart, Finnish galette, blancmange, donuts, butter cake, tiramisu, pudding, souffle, meringue pie, torte What kind of spell is that I could barely catch any of the words, he seemed to go on endlessly with a single breath . Ah, well, cheesecake sticks it is then . It wasn t one of Mizuhara s candidates but I felt like making it . Mizuhara simply nodded his agreement . I substituted the tart for store bought biscuits . Putting the biscuits in a strong bag, I showered them with blows from a rolling pin . Nnnghagh I used only my left hand to pulverize them both hands or my right hand would be far too strong . Mixing the butter and milk, I spread it out smoothly onto a tray . I added some more sugar to the grated lemon and cream cheese and stirred it . Adding fresh cream to it, I poured it all on top of the biscuit layer and put it into the oven to bake . After it cooled down a little, I put it into the fridge, letting it rest for 3 hours . I had nothing to do until then, so I unfastened my apron and sat down in front of Mizuhara, who was still scribbling away . Do you think Michel s ignoring me because things have gotten worse with Kinoshita I groaned, placing my chin on the table and worrying . Mizuhara let out an evil laugh as he looked at his finishing touches, drawing an elite elf . It s futile to ask me questions that can t be answered according to theory . Besides, there will be factors and noise interference as well, and the result will appear eventually . Noise I could understand him saying not to ask him about love related topics, but I didn t understand what he meant by the rest . Unnecessary signals being transmitted to the communication system and turning into disturbance . Ah, I get it . In other words, the karate club members . It was the first time I d heard them being referred to as noise interference, but it fit them perfectly . I returned to the kitchen for some black tea . There were a lot of different kinds of tea in Mizuhara s house, so I had to conduct some research on which tea went best with which sweets . Your phone is ringing I m a little busy here, just check who it is . I didn t want to be interrupted so I asked Mizuhara to check . I ve checked . Tell me who it is then It was probably my mom or dad, or maybe Chii chan or a club member . Yui Kinoshita . . Huh I hurriedly wiped my hands with a dish cloth and took my phone from Mizuhara . I d received an email from Kinoshita . There is something I want to talk to you about . Would you let me have some of your time The contents of the email simply stirred up unpleasant thoughts in my imagination TL Gnawing at your parents shin is a Japanese idiom for freeloading off of them . TL Note This is a pun because colorless and unemployed are both pronounced the same in Japanese . TL Note Meguro is known for having the only museum dedicated to parasites in the world, the Meguro Parasitical Museum .
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