I’m Not Doing This With A Friend - Chapter 56-2

“Squeak!”

“…Ah.”

Suddenly, Dobby came in front of me crying and I stroked him. I didn’t know he was coming even though it was right in front of me.

I took out the food I had brought for Dobby.

But even while feeding, I couldn’t concentrate, there was a lot on my mind that kept me thinking.

What happened between Professor Walter and Arcandus?

Could it have something to do with Arcandus’ developing hemophobia?

Come to think of it, Professor Walter was a sword art major.

Of course, swordsmanship majors were more likely to see blood than other faculties.

He made a mistake while practicing swordsmanship and was seriously injured…?

No… Then Professor Walter couldn’t have known why Arcandus came out like that.

There would be very few cases where Arcandus and Professor Walter, who must have been majoring in alchemy, would face swords.

But what if Professor Walter acted like he didn’t know, despite what really happened between the two of them?

It was between the two of them, so it was on my mind that Arcandus warned me not to get involved.

Why did Acandus tell me not to get close to Professor Walter?

With a constant stream of thoughts, I shook my head violently.

Let’s not get caught up in this thought.

“Just as Arcandus said, I don’t have to get close, that’s all.”

As if puzzled by my self-talk, Dobby stopped eating and looked at me with his eyes wide open.

The tail wagging as if he knew nothing was quite cute.

I reached out and scratched Dobby’s chin.

“Dobby. I’m going home this winter vacation. So I don’t think I’ll be able to see you for a while.”

“Crrr?”

“Can you hunt alone?”

All I brought to Dobby was a snack. Nevertheless, seeing that he has gained weight well, it seems that Dobby hunts alone and eats well.

He still looks like a baby. Was it because he’s a monster?

“Roar, woof! woof!”

Are you telling me not to go…?

Seeing Dobby suddenly start barking made me a little troubled.

“I’m sorry. But it’s already been decided.”

However, Dobby barked regardless and was busy waiting.

Oh no! Should I go back to the dorm and bring Dobby’s favorite snack?

Well?

Looking closely, the direction of his barking was behind, not me. I turned around and looked back.

“Leen.”

Behind me stood Carson, who wore a painted smile.

“Did you come to find me, Caon?”

“…I just happened to pass by.” Carson answered.

Well, the place I was at was the entrance to the Academy Mountain. Carson couldn’t have come here knowing that I was here.

If there was Carson behind, the reason why Dobby barked was simple.

“Dobby, take it easy.”

Dobi was supremely gentle in front of women, but he became a beast in front of men.

As I was digging through Dobby’s fur, Carson approached me.

Then it was Dobby who started barking more fiercely. In a hurry, I took out the spleen hastily.

It was a method that I learned through Hans.

“Dobby, just let it slide once. Just once!”

Dobby was huffing alone at my words to let it slide once, but after a while, he magically closed his mouth.

As expected, it was a clever quick solution.

Carson, who was watching the scene, gently smiled, his eyes curved into a crescent. Slowly tilting his head obliquely.

“Leen. What’s that a dog-bird?”

“…It sounded strange, so I gave him a different name. It’s called Dobby, and as you can see, it’s a monster.”

“It’s a slave-like name.”

“No. It’s the name of freedom.” Leen refuted.

“…If you say so, I guess.”

Carson nodded without refuting to my groundless argument.

“By the way, what’s Dobby’s gender, Leen?”

Carson asked and turned his gaze to a different part of Dobby’s body.

Soon his hoarse voice could be heard.

“It’s a male… is it?”

He didn’t take his eyes off Dobby’s place. Feeling embarrassed for no reason, I hurriedly brought up another topic.

“It’s vacation season soon. Caon, what are you going to do?”

“What? What’s the season?”

Carson was startled and his pupils shook violently.

His face also turned red in an instant and then turned pale at once.

What’s with that reaction? Did I say something I shouldn’t?

“What are you going to do during vacation?”

“Uh…? Aha!”

Carson, with his rollercoaster feelings, sighed deeply as if he understood what I meant.

“Caon, what are you going to do during this vacation?”

“With Leen…”

“Ey! Stop.”

Carson’s expression quickly became sullen like a puppy in the rain.

“I’m going back home this time, so even if you come to the dorm, you won’t find me.”

His eyes twinkled again when he heard that I was going to the Countess.

“Can I go play?”

“I live by myself, but it’s a bit difficult to invite other people… Of course, my aunt would be happy if I told her I would bring a friend.”

Carson, who blinked his eyes, made another suggestion.

“Then what about Leen coming to our mansion to play? I will pick you up.”

Going alone to the Duke of Lisianthus?

A Duke called a cold-blooded man with no blood or tears.

And where’s the Duchess rumored to be able to bring such a Duke to his knees with just a gesture?