From Drakengard 3 Official English Website
Two - Today's Meal
"Is there anything I can help you with, Lady Two?"
"Aw, Cent, you called me ‘Lady Two.’ You promised me that you’d—"
I was about to say, “call me Two when we’re alone,” but I stopped myself short.
It can’t be helped; Cent must be proper and refer to me as “Lady Two” when others are around. But he leaves out the “Lady” part when we’re all alone. We made that promise a while ago. That’s why Cent’s been calling me "Two" lately. As long as we're alone.
But he said “Lady” just now. That means...
I stop pouring water into the cooking pot and about-face! Then I rush toward the entrance to the kitchen. I hear some footsteps running. And not just one set, but multiple. I catch a glance of the ones running away and see that they’re the chefs.
“I knew it.”
So Cent referred to me as “Lady Two” since he knew everyone was peeking.
“Oooh! I told you I’d be fine by myself! Why can’t you trust me?”
A large hand gently touches my cheek as I pout. Then I notice Cent’s gorgeous face in front of mine.
“You can’t blame them, now can you? After all, you are a precious Intoner to everyone in this land.”
Ah! My cheeks light on fire at the touch of his hand. What should I do? I can’t stop blushing. And he’s not giving me time to think.
“But obviously, no one in this world cares for you as deeply as I.”
I can’t take it! Mv heart’s about to burst!
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do!?
How can Cent be so handsome? He’s not only handsome, but he’s kind, too. And he tells us all these funny stories. But when we’re alone... Yeee!
“Two? Are you feeling all right, my dear? It might be best to lie down in the bedroom.”
The bedroom? D-Don’t say another word! Yeee! Yeee! Yeee!
“Why dont we take a break from cooking for the moment...”
That reminds me of something important.
“No! I have to cook today!”
Calm down, calm down! I have to cook for Cent today! It’ll be a dinner for us the two of us! I’ve been preparing for this for two whole weeks! Breathe, breathe...
“Then, may I lend a hand?”
“Absolutely not! I won’t allow it! You can’t look, either! Where’s the fun if you know what I’m making?”
“...But it’d be nice if you could stick around, just to keep me company."
"As you wish, my lady.”
Ack! He’s giving me that cute smile of his! That’s so unfair! How am I supposed to concentrate!? ...Breathe. I need to breathe... Calm down. Okay, I’m okay. I take a couple more breaths and then tap my cheeks.
“All right! I’m in the groove! Cent, take a seat over there."
I point to the chair in the corner, trying not to look at Cent’s face as much as possible. Can you blame me? My heart would start pounding again if I looked at his face! All right, then. Back to cooking.
I place the water-filled pot on the counter. Then I cast my spell.
The magical glyph glows and ignites a fire that engulfs the pot. I don’t know how, but this counter seems to have been used for some sort of ceremony. I suppose that shouldn’t be a surprise. This room wasn’t a kitchen when we first got here; this whole place was actually a shrine—not the most accommodating of places.
But my sister One gave me orders to “rule over the Land of Sands and protect the shrine," so I decided to live in it! Living in the shrine was the most convenient option, after all. I mean, I didn’t have to worry about building a new house! Though I did have to redecorate the place a bit. To spruce it up, you know?
For instance, there was this room with lots of old books and scrolls, so I had the books taken out and made it into a bedroom. There was tons of dust, but I cleaned the place thoroughly and scrubbed the floor spotless, so it’s really nice now.
I put up some wallpaper with small flowers on it. There was a kilt with a similar pattern, so I turned that into the bedcover. Then I placed a table with carved legs next to the bed for a nightstand and placed a vase with flowers on it. I always wanted a cute room, you know.
The only thing missing are some adorable curtains, but this shrine’s underground, so there aren’t any windows... Still, it’s a comfortable place to live in. It’s cool inside when it’s hot outside, and when it’s cold outside, it’s nice and warm here. I bet whoever built this shrine had the extreme weather in mind when designing the place. Although it is annoying to need candles on all the time to get any light down here, even during the day.
Another perk of living underground is that food doesn’t spoil easily. I made this ceremony room into a kitchen and I didn’t even have to make a storage area for food! But I still need to make sure that our supplies are kept away from heat.
Oh, and I wanted to eat with all the soldiers and neighbors, so I made the really laaarge area in the middle into a dining hall by placing a bunch of chairs and tables there. Food always tastes better when you’re eating with a large group. right?
But I thought it’d be nice to have dinner alone with Cent, even if it was just once in a while. So, that’s why I decided to cook today. I gave all the chef and servants the day off. Everyone needs some time off to relax.
“Here we go. The veggies have all been prepped. so I need to get the meat ready."
“Two, is that tro—”
"Yes, it’s troll. I skinned it and cut it up into chunks, I’m going to stew it with some herbs. Oh, I made sure to drain the blood so there’s nothing to worry about. Rrraght!”
I use a sword to cleave the joint. Troll bones are super tough, so normal knives won’t do. They chip too easily. Luckily, only the bones are hard. The meat is actually nice and soft. That’s why you can use troll meat for various dishes and not just stews. You can fry it, or you can cut it into thin slices and broil it, or even batter and deep fry it. Pickling the meat and then storing it in a barrel will let it hold for six months, too! It’s such a great way to preserve food!
The only problem is that trolls are pretty heavy, so it’s difficult to work with the meat unless you’re strong. I think that’s why more people don’t know that troll meat is so useful. Of course, I’m sure we’d see more of it if troll pelts had any kind of value...but they smell so awful that no one wants them.
“A whole troll might be too much for the two of us... Grrragh!”
I rub some salt and wine into the meat once I cut it into chunks. Removing the tendons is quite a chore, but it’s also a lot of fun. I love cooking.
“It’s wonderful to have a place to cook whenever I feel like it.”
We hardly stopped anywhere with a proper kitchen when we were traveling. It was mostly cooking meat or fish over an open fire, and that’s it.
We’d occasionally come across an empty house with a kitchen. And by occasionally, I mean rarely. But it always brought a smile to my face when we did and I always insisted that the cook take the day off so that I could prepare a meal for everyone.
“By the way, who’s the best cook amongst the Intoners?”
“That would definitely be One.”
“And not you?”
I think about Cent’s question for a second. I definitely enjoy cooking the most, but One’s the best cook. There’s no doubt about it. That being said...
“No, One’s the best. But if you asked her, I’m sure she’d tell you that anyone could do what she does."
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, she thinks that the basics of cooking are so easy that even a child could do it. She just can’t understand how someone could mess up such a simple task.”
“I see. So Lady One believes that cooking comes naturally. However, cooking is not comprised of just the basics.”
“She said you can apply the basics to anything if you give it a little thought.”
The problem is that “just a little thought” for One is thinking up a storm for most other people.
“What about Lady Three? She’s skilled in handling blades, isn't she?”
“I guess you could call them blades, but Three’s specialty is scissors.”
There are scissors specifically for cooking, but Three’s scissors aren't really for for that. I think there was a time where she used them to cut open a fish, and the fish ended up all mangled. But then One used a rock to grind the fish. She then rolled out the fish meat and broiled it. It was so delicious! She then reminded us that it’s simply impossible to mess up cooking.
“On top of that, Three doesn't seem to like tampering with things much. She’s the type that likes to enjoy the natural flavor of a dish. Like enjoying fresh ingredients the way they are.
"...It sounds like she’s just lazy."
“Hmmm... I guess you could say that."
We were always given vegetables whole if Three was in charge of cooking. I think Three just never was interested in cooking.
“Oh, but Four did say that you shouldn't overcook vegetables. If you do, then you’d lose a lot of nutrients.”
I think she said that veggies found above ground should be left uncooked, while veggies taken from the ground should be. That’s why it’s better to ear fruits and leafy greens raw while it’s better to boil or cook onions and potatoes. At least, according to Four.
“She also said that it’s best to have a meat-to-vegetable ratio of one-to-two. And that it’s better to eat fruits in the mornings and to eat fish at least twice a week.”
I think she also said that using sugar and salt too much isn’t good, either. The food was always bland whenever Four was in charge of cooking. I guess it can’t be helped. I mean, when Four cooked, Five would pour salt on without even tasting the food, saying, “This is just the right amount for your dishes, my dear sister.”
“But you know, it’s because of her understanding of food that Four’s cooking makes you feel really healthy It’s almost medicinal.”
“It sounds like her food is just overly bland.”
"Uhhh... I guess you could say that.”
But her cooking is perfect if you’re sick. You could eat whatever she made even if you had an upset stomach. I remember a time when we stayed with a farmer and Four cooked dinner to show our thanks. The grandma was so happy. She said that there were so many things she couldn’t eat because of her old age. But she ate everything that Four made that night.
"How is Lady Five's cooKing?"
Five’s cooking is the complete opposite of Four’s. Whereas Four’s cooking is perfect for sick people, only the fittest can handle Five’s cooking. It’s like you need courage to eat it!”
Five loves really spicy meat and oily foods. She’d use a ton of sugar or salt while cooking, too. Four would always complain that there weren’t enough greens in Five’s cooking or that it was too rich. Five also loves exotic foods. She’d toss in plenty of herbs or mushrooms that she found into her dishes. Even grotesque-looking ingredients were fair game. I’m more open to various foods now because of Five... Who would have thought insects could be so tasty if they’re prepared right?
The thing is, Five doesn’t care at all if something’s unhealthy or dangerous. I remember a time when she made a stew with fish and mushrooms. We all got horribly sick after eating that stew. According to One, Five used a poisonous fish whole. One also said that colorful mushrooms shouldn’t be eaten. Considering Five put both of those into her stew, it’s no wonder we all got sick.
But that kind of incident never deterred Five. The next time she was in charge of dinner, she tried to use some red mushrooms with white spots in a salad and Four gave her a thorough scolding. I’m not sure if Five has thick skin, but she sure is consistent. She'll bring some exotic ingredients whenever she visits and always asks, “Is this edible, Two?” And every time, I try to come up with creative recipes to utilize them fully. It’s more fun than you might think! It’s almost like trying to figure out how to make tough meat tender, or how to get rid of the foul odors meat can give off. I’ll try anything—hitting the food, drying it out in the sun, or brining it in wine or oil. Oh, the feeling I get when I can make something I thought was completely inedible into something delicious! Nothing beats that!
Five seems to understand how I feel. She started off bringing me unusual fish and nuts, but then she started bringing extremely difficult ingredients to use, like carnivorous plants and fish with poisonous spines. I guess the greater the challenge, the greater the reward, right? Just the other day, she went out and caught a sandworm in the desert, and it wasn’t a tiny one either. She really surprised me with that one. It was gargantuan! I mean, how can you not give it your all after seeing something like that and the effort she put into catching it? I did my best, and a couple of days later, I made a wonderful sandworm soup! I was so happy when the soup was done. It feels wonderful when your efforts are rewarded, doesn’t it?
“Five’s the type that constantly aims high. You could say she’s adventurous—courageous even—when it comes to food. No, that’s not right. Maybe an evangelist? A guru? Uh...what’s the word?”
“I believe you mean her tastes are bizarre."
“Ummm... Well, I guess you could say that.”
But when living in the land of Sands, having a bizarre taste is a vital survival skill. It’s not unusual to go days without a drop of rain here. This country is more Likely to see a year of famine than one with plenty of rain. If you can catch a monster and use it for food, then you won’t die of starvation, right? We can all dine together no matter what happens, and it’s all thanks to Five.
“Anyway, the troll’s ready. I just need to simmer it for a while. And now...”
I open the barrel I had sitting in the corner of the kitchen after I toss the troll meat chunks into the stew. The smell of liquor stings my nose. I’ve been preparing this for two whole weeks.
“Okay, it’s looking good.”
Now to put it onto the counter.
"Rragh! Ha! Ha!"
Smack! Smack! I strike the meat repeatedly with a club.
“Two...’what is that?"
“Oh, this? It’s minotaur thigh. I think it’s called tendon or something. It’s from the minotaurs we slew a while ago. I pickled the remaining meat since we didn’t finish it all, remember?”
I washed the meat thoroughly, soused it. and then let it sit in wine two weeks ago. Minotaur meat is delicious, but it’s so tough that it needs a good tenderizing first.
“I’m pounding the meat to tenderize it so that it’s nice and soft. Then I’m going to cut it up and stir-fry it with some veggies. Huh? Wait a minute... I’ve been telling you what I’m making haven’t I? I guess asking you not to look was kind of pointless...”
“No, my lady. It is not pointless. It’s obvious that such explanations are beyond the comprehension of disciple of my caliber.”
“Wow! That’s incredible! You’re so amazing Cent!”
What should I do? My heart won’t stop racing! Why is Cent so handsome and charming? I love him so much that I could die! Wait, no... I can’t be with him if I die. But I don’t know what to do! My heart can’t take this anymore! It’s beating so fast!
“Dab, what am I thinking about? Be still, my beating heart! I need to calm down! Focus...focus! Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!”
I smack the minotaur tendon over and over.
“Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!”
Phew, this is hard work... And all this smacking has actually calmed me down. I am kind of out of breath, though... And... Oh dear. The tendon looks like minced meat. And there’s a crack in the counter...
“Oops...I guess I overdid it. Oh well. Hehehe.”
I collect myself and attempt to start cutting up the veggies when I hear some voices from the door.
"Play with us, please!"
"Huh? What's the matter?"
I see their cute little faces all lined up by the door. Oh, these precious little children.
They’re orphans. The Land of Sands is impoverished and the old ruler was a really lousy guy, so a lot of people, adults and children, died under his rule. These kids survived, but they were left all alone. That's why I decided to take them in an live together. Even if their moms and dads aren't here, they won't be lonely if we're all together.
I was never lonely growing up because I had One, Three, Four, and Five by my side. There were times when I'd remember Mom and Dad and want tocry, but I never did. And that's because I had my sisters.
But why are the children even here? "I thought you were all leaving for a slumber party."
I had everyone at the shrine take the day off, so I asked them to take care of the kids for the day.
"We came back."
"We wanna be with you!"
"Come on, let's play!"
Oh, these adorable kids are holding hands lined up by the entry way. They're my...family. Then I feel a hand gently touch my shoulder.
"Don't worry about me, Two."
I turn around to see Cent's smiling face. Ah, Cent completely understands. My feelings, my desires, what's important to me. Everything. It's not because I'm an Intoner and he's my disciple, right? I'm sure that I'd have fallen in love with Cent and he'd have fallen in love with me no matter what our roles were... Right?
"Let's have a dinner for two some other time."
"Yeah. Thank you, Cent."
I love you, Cent. I love you more than anyone in this whole world. I'm so glad we met.
"All right, wait a sec, okay? I'm making a yummy meal and we can all eat together when I'm done!"
The children squeal in joy. I go back to cooking for my beloved Cent and my precious family.
From Drakengard 3 Official Japanese Website
Translation by kho-dazat
Two - Today's Meal
"Is there anything I can help you with, Lady Two?"
"Cent, I told you not to call me that when it’s just the two of us…" I trail off.
Cent calls me Lady in front of the others to keep up appearances, but I made him promise long ago to call me Two when we’re alone (although it’s only recently he’s begun to oblige). So why…? I stop pouring water into the big pot I was holding and turn around. As I do, I hear harried footsteps running away from the kitchen… I could tell from their backs that it was the chefs who’d been peeking in on us.
"Ah, I see." That’s why Cent suddenly started addressing me politely.
"Sheesh! I already told them I’d be fine cooking on my own. Don’t they trust me?" I said, puffing my cheeks. Large hands softly cupped them, and before my eyes was Cent’s ultra handsome face.
"They’re only concerned for you. You are our precious Lady Intoner, after all." OMIGAWD! Steam is ready to shoot from my ears! I hope my face isn’t all red…!
"Of course, no one in the world thinks of you more preciously than I do…" Omigawd! Omigawd! Omigawd! Omigawd!
"Two?" Why does Cent have to be this handsome?! This gallant and charming and nice?! He’s got a great sense of humor, too! And when we’re alone, he’s so… so… eek!
"Two? Are you not feeling well? Maybe you should lie down in your bed…" My bed? D-d-d-d-don’t talk about beds right now! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek!
"Let’s try cooking another day…" That brings me back to my senses.
"Ooooh no, mister! I am cooking today!” Calm down, Two! Get yourself together! I was all set on cooking Cent a home-made meal! I’ve been preparing for this devastatingly romantic dinner for over two weeks! Deeps breaths. Take deep breaths... okay.
"Then at least allow me to assist…"
"You can’t! Actually, don’t even look at me while I’m cooking! I want it to be a surprise!" Oh, but...
"But I do want you to stay in the kitchen with me."
"Whatever you desire." Aah…! Don’t smile at me like that…! It’s not fair!
"Deeeeeeep breaths. You’re going to bust out of my ribcage if you beat any harder, heart of mine! Are you listening?" Exhaling deeply, I clench my fists.
"All right, I’ve calmed down! A little… Cent, go sit over there." I point to a chair by the wall, trying not to look directly into his face. My heart might actually burst if I do. Okay. Back to work!
"URAAAGH!!!" With a mighty heave I place the water-filled pot on top of the stove. Then I recite a spell. The runes etched into the stove glimmer, and flame erupts under the pot. I don’t understand how it works, exactly, but this stove, along with a lot of the other things here, were used in magical ceremonies.
This whole building was once a shrine, so although we call it that, this room isn’t really a kitchen. And this structure itself isn’t really made to be lived in. But my big sis One commanded me to rule over this Desert Kingdom and most of all to protect this very shrine, so… may as well make it my home! That way we won’t have to build any new houses. Getting things set up in here took awhile, though. Removing all the musty old books and scrolls to make bedrooms was a real pain. I tell you, the dust was something else! But we all cleaned real hard and soon the place with sparkling!
I put up flower pattern wallpaper and decorated my bed with matching pillows and sheets. I even have a cute little table with cat-legs as a nightstand, with a flower vase on top. It’s always been my dream to live in a girly room like that. I wanted matching curtains too, but, well… there are no windows down here! The shrine is underground, after all. Other than that, though, it’s surprisingly easy to live in. When the weather is hot the shrine is nice and cool, and when it’s cold outside it’s warm in here. The Desert Kingdom has really harsh weather, so I’m sure it was made to be this way on purpose. I admit it is more than a little annoying have to light torches and candles to see in the middle of the afternoon, though.
The temperature in here is good for food storage, too. We converted this sacrificial chamber into a kitchen, but we don’t have a separate storeroom, so we just try to keep our food stores out of the way when we’re cooking. We set up a long communal table in the middle of the room, and that’s where everyone gathers to eat. The food is much tastier when you eat it all together!
But sometimes I want some alone time with Cent, so I gave the the entire staff the day off today. I figured they’d appreciate some time to relax themselves too! I’ve finished cleaning the vegetables, so as I wait for the water to boil, I begin prepping the meat.
"Two, is that… troll?"
"Sure is! But don’t worry, I skinned it and drained all the blood out already. I’m going to chop it up and cook it with those vegetables. HIIIIYAH!” I bring my sword down hard.
Troll bones are quite thick, you see, so a regular chopping knife won’t cut it. The meat itself is tender, though, and can be cooked in all sorts of ways. Grilled, as a tartare, or dried out to make jerky. Very convenient! Trolls are big and heavy so most people wouldn’t have strength enough to handle the meat. That and the skin smells just awful. That’s why more people don’t eat it, I think.
"The whole thing might be too much for just me and Cent… HIIIYAH!” Once I finish chopping, I let the meat marinate in a salt and wine mixture. Removing all the tendons is kind of a pain, but it’s sort of fun, too. I just love to cook!
"I wish I had my own personal kitchen so I could cook whenever I wanted to..." When my sisters and I were on our journey together, there weren’t many places we could make a decent meal. Most of the time we just roasted fish or meat over the campfire.
"If you don’t mind me asking, which among you sisters is the best cook?
"One, of course!"
"It isn’t you, Two?"
"Nope." I probably love cooking the most... but One’s the best at it. She could be a professional chef!
"One says no one has an excuse for being bad at cooking."
"How does she figure?"
"She says even a child could grasp the basics, so how could an adult not?"
"I think good cooking requires a little more than just knowledge of the basics, though..."
"As long as you use your head you can make something good. That was her opinion." Of course, I don’t think One takes into account that she uses her head about a hundred times more than the average person.
"How about Lady Three? She strikes me as being good at chopping."
"A ha ha! It’s scissors she’s into, not knives." I guess there are such things as culinary scissors, but cooking isn’t really up Three’s alley. I remember the time she cut a fish we caught clean open; we didn’t think it could be eaten anymore, but One mashed it up with a rock and we made fish balls out of it. They were soooo good! I remember One saying that it was important to take advantage of even one’s mistakes.
"Three’s not so particular about that kind of stuff. She’s more likely to eat something raw."
"In other words… she’s lazy."
"I guess you could say that!" Whenever it was Three’s turn to cook, she’d just serve all the vegetables uncooked. I don’t think she’d bother to eat at all if she didn’t have to; she just doesn’t have much interest in doing so.
"Oh, but come to think of it... Four once said the more you cook a vegetable, the more it loses its nutrients." Four said that vegetables that grow above ground should generally be eaten raw, whereas potatoes and onions should always be cooked.
"She said you always must have twice the amount of vegetables on your plate as meat… that fruits should be eaten in the morning… and that you should eat fish at least twice a week." She was very particular about cutting down on sugar and salt. So whenever Four would cook, her meals were… well, not very flavorful. Five would cover her portion in salt before even taking a bite!
"But her cooking was really healthy. Like medicine, almost."
"In other words… boring."
"I guess you could say that!" But it was perfect for when you were sick or your stomach was upset.
A long time ago we stayed the night at a farmer’s house. To thank the family living there, Four cooked a big meal. The grandmother was so happy! At her age there were a lot of things she couldn’t eat or she’d get sick, but she gobbled up everything Four made happily.
"How about Lady Five?"
"The polar opposite of Four. Her cooking is terrible for you. Dangerous, even." Five loves using mouth-searingly hot spices and loads of oil. She never held back on the salt, either. Four would always complain that there weren’t enough vegetables, or that the flavors of the food were too strong. Five also loved using strange ingredients. Anything that caught her eye, she’d just add right in. Thanks to her, we ended up learning of a lot of new foods. Still, nutritional or not, I’d rather not ever eat bugs again…
This one time she made us a fish and mushroom stew that nearly killed us all. Turns out the fish she used was poisonous, as were the mushrooms. No wonder we got sick! But Five didn’t learn her lesson. Four warned her that brightly colored mushrooms were usually toxic, but she used a bright pink spotted one in a salad the very next time it was her turn to cook. Four was fuming!
Even to this day Five will often come over with some weird ingredient, asking if we couldn’t make something edible out of it. The challenge is actually pretty fun! We’ve experimented in making tough meat super tender, how to mask pungent odors… you can’t imagine how rewarding it is when we’re able to come up with a delicious new recipe. Maybe because she enjoys it, Five keeps ramping up the difficulty with stranger and stranger things. Man-eating plants, multi-eyed fish covered with poisonous quills… but the harder the challenge, the more fired up we both get!
Last time she hunted down a giant sand worm for us. I was flabbergasted! But since she worked so hard to catch it, I had to work at least as hard to cook it. We spent days on that Sandworm soup, but it was worth it! I love it when hard work pays off.
"Five is... adventurous. Culinary experimental"
"In other words… she’ll eat anything."
"I guess you could say that!" But knowledge like that is essential in a barren land like this desert. It’s not unusual that we can go weeks without seeing any rain… if we can cook monsters, then even if the crops are damaged, at least everyone can still eat their full. I have Five to thanks for helping me keep my people fed.
"That’s it for the troll. Now I’ve just got to wait for it to cook through. Next..." I tossed the troll meat into the pot, then opened a container I’d been keeping in the corner of the kitchen. When I opened it, the strong smell of alcohol assaulted my senses. This is what I’d been waiting two weeks for.
"Okay, looks good!" I lay the contents out before me on the table. Then…
"HIYAH! HIYAH! HIIIIIYAH!" I smash, smash, smash them with my fists!
"Two, what in the world is that?"
"Minotaur thigh! It’s pretty sinewy. There was a bunch left over from last time, so I pickled it in salt months ago. Remember?" Then two weeks ago I washed it off and began marinating it in alcohol. Minotaur meat is tasty, but very tough.
"I’m going to tenderize it until it’s nice and soft, then carve it up and stir-fry it. ...huh? Hey, wait a minute! I’ve been telling you exactly what I’ve been making this whole time! Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of having you not look?"
"Not at all. An apostle as dim as myself couldn’t begin to comprehend the greatness of what you’re preparing based just on your explanations."
"Eek! Cent, you’re so good with words!" Omigawd! My heart is pounding again! I just can’t help it. Cent it so dreamy, I could die! But no, no, no! If I die, we couldn’t be together anymore. Oh, but, but, but! My heart can’t take much more! It’s going to explode!
"HIYAH! Calm! Down! Heart! HIYAH! HIYAH! HIIIIIYAH!” I beat the minotaur meat into submission.
"Take that! And that! And some of this!" I just keep hitting it over and over. Doing so helps me calm down a little… uh, I think. I keep at it until I run out of breath. The meat is like hamburger now. There’s also a huge crack in the counter.
"Well, who cares? Hee hee!" My wits restored to me, I go to cut more vegetables, when...
"Big Sis Two~"
"Play with us, please!" Little voices sound from the doorway. I spy a bunch of cute little faces all lined up.
"What’s the matter, guys?" These children are all orphans. The Desert Kingdom is poor, and its previous ruler was cruel, so many adults and children died under him. These children survived, but now they’re all alone. That’s why I decided we should all live together. That way, even without moms or dads, they wouldn’t feel lonely. I was lucky to have my sisters to support me, but thinking of my Mom and Dad still makes me teary-eyed.
"Weren't you going to stay over a neighbor’s tonight?" I’d given everyone in the shrine the day off, and had sent the kids to a neighboring village woman to watch for me.
"We came back!"
"We wanna be with you, Big Sis!"
"C’mon, let’s play together!" These cute little angels are all holding hands. I also consider them part of my family. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"I don’t mind, Two." Cent’s smile greeted me. Ahh… Cent understands everything. How I feel, what I want, what’s most important to me. He knows me inside and out. That isn’t just because I’m an Intoner and he’s my apostle, is it? Even if we weren’t, I’d still love him and he’d still love me, wouldn’t he?
No matter what happens, the two of us love each other. Don’t we?
"Let’s have our romantic dinner another night."
"Yes... thank you, Cent." I love you. More than anyone. I am so glad we met.
"Just wait a bit, you guys! I’m making a yummy dinner that we can all eat together!" The kids all cheer, happily. I continue cooking today’s meal... for my precious Cent... and my precious family.