Incompatible Interspecies Wives

Chapter 2: Childhood (2)

That's how Sien and I started meeting every three days.

She was always the first to arrive and wait for me at the agreed meeting place.

I wondered how early she came, as it was always her who waited for me.

While eating the bread she brought from home, I learned many things about her.

Sien was 9 years old, two years younger than me.

Although not aristocratic, she grew up in a wealthy house. Both her parents were doctors.

Considering how rare it was to have both parents as doctors, I found it surprising.

As I suggested, she brought food every time we met. She also told me that all of that food was secretly brought.

There were also some parts where my expectations for her were different.

Contrary to what I thought, that she would be bright and have many friends, she grew up somewhat lonely.

"I'm the only one?"

"Yes. You're my only friend, Berg."

She shyly revealed this during our third meeting.

"I used to get sick often, so I didn't have time to make friends."

"..."

"But when I saw you, I went 'wow!' and couldn't let you slip away."

"What does 'wow' mean?"

"I don't know. But I went 'Wow.'"

She was overjoyed by the fact that we became friends.

Perhaps that's why she didn't realize that our relationship wasn't normal.

Friends don't snatch food from each other.

They don't just listen without reacting like I do.

Our relationship was one-sided, with no reciprocation, but Sien was content with just that, always chirping next to me.

She had many interesting stories;

Stories of shaking hands with a brave little wolfman in the neighboring city she followed her parents to,

Stories of seeing a statue of a dragonkin warrior,

Stories about a demon king who existed two hundred years ago,

Stories of an aged elf chief who disregarded her,

Stories of seeing a dwarf of similar height crafting jewelry...

She had so many interesting stories that made me wonder if there was a reason for her to meet me.

She seemed to have traveled a lot, perhaps due to how wealthy she was.

And every time I listened to her stories, I could truly feel the vast distance between us.

"You were sick, so how did you travel so much?"

"I traveled because I was sick. I had to move around to get treatment. But I'm okay now. I don't get sick often these days."

"..."

"Don't you have any interesting stories?"

I shrugged in response to Sien's question.

It wasn't that I found her bothersome.

I simply had nothing to say.

The stories I could share were neither bright nor interesting like hers.