I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 99: One Who Is Loved By All Things.

After hearing Jang Cleo's words, I took a moment to reminisce about the times I had spent with Tacchia.

I did this to find the basis for why Tacchia would have come to love me.

"Since you're here, have a meal before you go."

The first thing that came to mind was that she always prepared meals whenever we met.

Yes, now that I think about it, every time we met after I received the weapon, she always cooked for me.

There might have been exceptions once or twice, but upon reflection, I couldn't recall any such instances.

The same was true even when I had a meal appointment with Airi.

"I'm sorry, I already have someone to eat with today..."

"Then eat here and eat again."

"...What?"

"At your age, you need to eat a lot to grow. Eat before you go."

"No, I'm not even a teenager..."

"Don't you like the food I make?"

"...No, it's not that."

"Then eat. I'll prepare it for you."

It was almost forceful in a way.

Thanks to that, I had three meals just that evening, but it wasn't like I didn't enjoy the food.

It tasted ordinarily good, was plentiful, and she didn't even ask for compensation.

During the early days of my adventuring, when my earnings were modest, I was grateful even for that.

When I knew nothing about her circumstances, all I felt towards her was pure gratitude.

"Um, Miss Tacchia. Are you lonely by any chance?"

But no matter how much I liked her, the disparity between such treatment and her rugged nature was unavoidable.

One day, while having a meal with her, I committed the faux pas of bluntly asking her a question that might be considered rude.

"...What?"

"Oh, no, I mean... I thought maybe you didn't have anyone else to eat with."

Although I knew it was impolite, I couldn't help but be curious.

Her base, both before and after, was a secluded place with few people around, so it seemed unlikely that anyone else but me would visit.

So, even though she acted otherwise, I thought maybe she was lonely, and that's why she offered me meals.

"If I were lonely, I would have grabbed anyone to eat with."

However, her actual response was far from such a speculative thought.

When I turned around, puzzled, she had already turned away, staring only at the distant mountains outside the window.

"What?"

"Don't ask pointless questions. Just finish your meal. The food is getting cold."

"Ah, yes..."

Her voice was unusually sharp and uncharacteristic of her.

I sensed her evasion, but I still vividly remembered what she had said up to now.

It wasn't something she did for just anyone.

Wasn't that statement enough to misinterpret myself as someone special to her?

Of course, in this world, being oblivious could lead to death at any time.