"Even if you throw it away, don’t eat anything that’s spoiled. What are you going to do if you get an upset stomach? And the milk—same thing. You didn’t keep it cold; how can you leave it for two days and keep drinking it?""There really wasn’t much of a problem… Ah, fine. I won’t eat it from now on…"Where was he supposed to start, and how was he supposed to teach a woman who was basically a child in a grown body?His original goal had definitely been seduction, but strangely, it felt like it had shifted to childcare, and his feelings about that were complicated."Angela. Don’t tell me this is all you ate?"Regrettably, this high-maintenance lady not only failed to take her meals properly—she also had a tiny appetite.Of the food Edgar had prepared, she hadn’t even finished a quartered slice of meat pie that he’d cut in half again; a little remained. The soup had gone down by barely a quarter of the bowl, and the salad—what she’d eaten the most of—had only a few pieces of lettuce stem left."I’m full…"She’d trained herself to eat so little that even a small amount made her stomach fill quickly. Still—how could a person get by on this?Edgar, appearances aside, was a hearty eater and something of a gourmet. From his perspective, it was only natural that Angela’s intake felt woefully insufficient."At least try a little more soup. Eating lightly isn’t bad, but this isn’t ‘a little’; it’s basically the same as not eating."In truth, he’d ladled far less than a normal portion; to Edgar’s eye it wasn’t even a mouthful. Still, you couldn’t force someone who said they were full, so this was where he planned to compromise."Okay, I will."Having delivered a string of scolding that didn’t °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° suit him, Edgar watched Angela smile sheepishly, pinched the tip of her nose, and chided her."Why are you smiling when you’re getting told off?""Just… If I’d had a family, I feel like I would’ve heard things like this a long time ago. Mark and Michelle are a little different. Maybe it’s because I’m hearing it in my own house."Her innocent words made his heart stir with an odd, uncomfortable ripple."Phew, I finished."When Angela finally emptied the soup bowl with effort, Edgar, satisfied at last, stood up with the cleared dishes and spoke in an energetic tone."If you’re done, let’s get moving. Where did we leave off last time?"Once he’d begun in earnest to act as Eddy, the very first thing Edgar started was cleaning."Cough, cough. Eddy, you really don’t have to go this far…""The fairy says filth is the thing she hates most in the world. If you want to keep meeting me-as-a-person, this is a must."It was called a workshop, but to be honest, it was worse than a pigsty."Wow, I thought I’d lost this—but it was wedged in here."He’d started by turning the kitchen upside down. Angela, who wouldn’t go near it even if her stomach growled, had finally gone to look—and the dust-caked neglect had made his head swim.Thus the cleaning that began in the kitchen had, before he knew it, extended to the entire house."Angela, I’ll check in ten minutes whether you’ve sorted the fabric properly.""Y-yeah. I’m doing it."He had no idea how many more times this performance as Eddy would continue, but as a man whose neatness verged on compulsive, Edgar couldn’t tolerate these conditions."Wow… I can’t believe it’s this spacious. I’m amazed.""I’m more amazed you’re only realizing that now."With seduction left on the back burner, he’d ended up doing a big clean every visit, and at last the whole first floor was spotless."Even the workbench is this wide now. And sorting the tools by type makes them so much easier to find!"He wanted to say that most people cleaned and organized exactly for that kind of efficiency, but he held it in.By his setup, he was a doll who didn’t know much about “most people.”"Still, I’m glad we finished before sunset. Next time we’ll clean the second floor, so it’d be great if you could sort the materials in advance.""All the way to the second floor…?"From her about-to-cry face, she clearly wanted to say, You only stay on the first floor anyway. But Edgar was the sort who had to see things through, and he turned away from her pleading gaze."I’m counting on you, Angela."He had certainly made up his mind to become a doll for the sake of coaxing and seducing Angela, and yet things had taken an odd turn.In person, Angela was very different from what Edgar had imagined.The “witch” infamy was laughable; she was careless and guileless. More helpless at living than a royal—than him, of all people—surprisingly impulsive and frank. All of it intrigued him.He didn’t understand himself, either, losing sight of the original aim and throwing himself into improving Angela’s poor living environment and habits.No matter how great the reward he’d gain through her, he was a man who hated physical labor—and yet here he was, taking the initiative to put her house in order and even feeding her like a child.Edgar de Grace, playing nanny—what a look. And still, what amused him was that the time and effort he was spending on Angela like this didn’t feel wasted."Eek! Wait, Eddy. Get out of the way!"And in that brief moment, another situation arose where Edgar had to step in as caretaker.Thud-thud, crash. Shatter. Ssssh—!After Angela’s desperate cry, it seemed every loud noise a house could produce had happened.It had struck so suddenly that Edgar, completely unprepared, had to take the deluge of water that flew at him head-on. Frozen like a stone, he could only watch helplessly as the water that hit his chest ran down his abdomen and over his legs."Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry… I—I just found a pretty vase and thought it would be nice to decorate the table with it…"Angela, seeing him like that, apologized over and over, at a loss for what to do. He wasn’t angry with her, but he was certainly dumbfounded.Maybe it was because he’d never had such a scatterbrain around him—there was something almost refreshing about it."How on earth did this happen?""Well…"This was how it started: While Edgar was satisfied with how perfectly the house had been set in order, Angela had been admiring the spot where they’d placed a dining table so people could finally enjoy meals like human beings.Then she remembered that, during the tidying, they’d come across a vase she couldn’t recall ever buying. She thought it would match perfectly if she arranged in that vase the flowers Eddy had brought, saying the fairy had given them as a present.Ugh, so heavy…Unfortunately, Angela hadn’t considered how heavy the vase would be once you added water and flowers.If she’d been even a little more cautious, she would have asked Eddy to move such a heavy thing for her. But she had never learned how to lean on anyone. She’d grown up an outcast with no one to ask for help."You’re angry, right? I’m really sorry…"In the end, Angela had lugged the heavy vase by herself, got her feet tangled, lost her balance with a wobble, and dropped the vase she’d been carrying with such effort."I’m not angry. Are you hurt anywhere?""I’m fine."The greatest casualty of the accident was Edgar.He’d taken the vase’s brimming water in a clean diagonal from the right side of his nape. The one mercy was that the vase itself had barely skimmed past his body.But the fact that the house he’d worked so hard to set in order had been thrown into chaos again by Angela’s flood—there was no mercy in that."E—Eddy. Y-your clothes…"She’d filled it so full that the wet that drenched him still soaked his whole body and dripped down. If it hadn’t been the start of summer and the weather hot, it would have been the perfect way to catch a chill."Let’s wipe the floor first. I’m the one who’s wet, but the floor isn’t as bad as it looks."Though the accident was born of Angela’s carelessness, Edgar kept a straight face and busied himself mopping up the spilled water and broken vase."Eddy, you need to change first. You’ll catch a cold. I’ll clean this up.""It was hot anyway; this helps. I’ll change after we clear the vase. If I leave it to you, your hands won’t survive."Angela, faced with that reasonable lack of trust, couldn’t argue; she closed her mouth, looking dejected.

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