Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death

Ch 20.3

I end up staring at the crumpled cloth on the table. Feeling bothered by its disorderly state, I pick it up. Neatly fold it.

Then my gaze falls upon a table, the one the owner’s wife told me to sit in wait. The ketchup smears on its surface catch my attention.

I’m jittery, bored, and troubled by the mess. For these reasons, I decide to wipe them off.

Besides, the ketchup would leave a stain if not removed immediately.

By the legs of the table is a wooden bucket filled with clean water. I soak the cloth in the bucket. Rinse it off. Afterward, I fold my sleeves, wiping the table until it’s free of ketchup.

The adjacent table also catches my eye with its filth, so I do the same thing to it.

This is nice. If I focus my attention on cleaning, I can keep my mind clear of unwanted thoughts. The tables end up clean in the process too, killing two birds with one stone.

As I’m about to move on to the next table─

“What are you doing?”

“Huh?” I literally jump in surprise.

I was so concentrated on wiping the table that I didn’t notice Alfred arrive.

Sure enough, he’s right there when I turn around, his face the picture of shock.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“H-huh? Can’t you just tell by looking?! I got bored of waiting, so I started wiping the tables. Is there something wrong with that? And h-how about you? Why are you wearing that?”

Unlike usual, Alfred has on a black suit, paired with a white dress shirt underneath.

He looks so unfamiliar that I couldn’t recognize him for a moment.

“Ah, this? That hotel drives away people wearing casual clothes, so I borrowed this suit from an acquaintance from another part-time job. Had to wake him up and everything.”

“I-I see…”

Seeing him in a suit instead of his usual casual T-shirt and ripped jeans, I can’t help but form a strange thought: he truly is the protagonist. The future hero.

He looks very dignified like this. Just like a noble’s son.

If a girl were to see him at his current appearance, she would definitely squeal in excitement.

Hey! Even I can wear a suit, okay?!

But for some reason, the formal clothes prepared for me always consist of a frilly dress shirt and a bowtie, along with a brightly colored suit. Why is that?

In the past, my perverted brother told me he found something that suited me. Turned out, he sent me an embroidered suit littered with lace, and a complete set of bejeweled accessories. Stop playing with me.

In the blink of an eye, I stuffed everything back in the box as neat as I could, returning it on the very same day.

Even I want to wear a cool black suit sometimes.

Let’s badger Lowendal for that later.

Alfred places a pair of leather shoes, a navy blue muffler, and a beige coat on the table.

They’re mine.

“Will you be alright with only these things?”

“Yeah. These were all I brought to the hotel.”

“I see.”

He really went to get my luggage early in the morning, huh?

Also, weren’t these things left inside the hotel room?