Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 199 (Part 1):
Helmut and Alea returned to Baden much earlier than planned.
They headed straight to the dormitory in Baden. Instinctively avoiding the temple, they returned to what felt like the safest place for them.
It had only been about two days, including the time Alea had been unconscious, so when they returned, it was just the start of Monday and other students had just begun to leave.
If they had left later, they might not have run into the High Priest and his party. A slight regret lingered.
“Good night.”
After parting at the door of their rooms, exactly 12 hours later, Helmut and Alea encountered each other at the same spot.
“Hi.”
Somehow, Alea avoided his gaze softly. She had rested and recovered her magical powers during those 12 hours.
As time passed and the urgency faded, Alea reflected on what had happened between her and Helmut. Somehow, her head felt fuzzy.
‘How did I usually treat Helmut?’
Alea used to nod curtly at Helmut when greeting him.
But it was an unconscious action, so she couldn’t recall it.
That was why Alea couldn’t leave her room for 12 hours.
However, since there was nothing to eat in the room and she was hungry, Alea eventually stepped out.
“Hello.”
On the other hand, Helmut looked at her calmly. He too had locked himself in the training ground as soon as he returned, focusing on recovering his Vis.
Being in an incomplete state made them both feel uneasy.
After a brief silence, Helmut asked,
“Are you hungry?”
“Uh, yes? Yes, I’m hungry.”
“Then let’s go.”
Alea followed Helmut without thinking. They soon found themselves sitting side by side in the student cafeteria.
The missions were essentially outdoor activities. Going downtown in Baden wasn’t forbidden, but the journey was long. This was the nearest place.
The sight of food made her hunger surge. Looking around the quiet surroundings, Alea asked,
“What time is it now?”
There were hardly any people in the student cafeteria. Alea wasn’t used to coming here.
Because if she occupied a seat in this crowded place, people would flock around her annoyingly.
“It’s 2 PM.”
Helmut pointed to the clock behind Alea. Only the second-year students were absent due to the assignments. Students from other years were in class.
This tranquility would continue until classes ended.
‘It’s been a while since it was so relaxing.’
She had rushed through the dungeon with all her might and fought right after waking up.
Helmut had a gap in between, but Alea didn’t have any such gap.
Things just kept happening to her without a break.
‘Right, I got the Lampione legacy in my hands. And with Helmut….’
Although she had come running for the former, she couldn’t tell in an instant whether the former or the latter gave her more satisfaction.
Alea decided not to dwell on it. A steaming curry with a few croquettes was right in front of her. Her hunger blurred her vision.
Helmut ate in silence, as if he had been taught not to speak while eating.
But he too felt a tingling sensation of some kind.
He suddenly looked up at Alea.
Alea always looked bright, but today she seemed somewhat different somehow. Helmut noticed that subtle difference.
Alea, who usually neatly combed her hair down, had messy hair today. An urge to touch that disheveledness.
‘Just like a cat.’
That was the feeling Helmut often had when looking at Alea.
While Alea was cold as ice to Asuka, of course, and to Sian, when she showed a soft attitude only toward him, it felt like he had tamed a difficult cat.
But he felt Alea might get angry if he touched her hair while she was eating. Helmut decided to leave it for later.
Wondering the absurd question, ‘When can I touch her hair if we’re dating?’
Since dating would allow more intimate contact, Alea would probably accept it at the appropriate time.
If he had known this would happen, he would have observed how Wesley or the guys from the swordsmanship department interacted with their girlfriends.
This had been outside of Helmut’s interests until now. Although he often observed the human world and learned from it, he was an outsider in this area.
“Why do you keep looking at me?”
Alea grumbled for some reason. The plate in front of her was nearly empty.
It was her first meal after several days of starvation. She had devoured it without realizing.
Helmut tilted his head slightly.
“Isn’t it okay to look?”
“No, but looking like that…I become conscious of it.”
Alea mumbled vaguely. This guy already had a sharp gaze. Some people felt pressured just from meeting his black eyes straight on.
But because of that, his seriousness and emotions came across even more clearly.
Helmut simply replied,
“It’s okay to be conscious of it.”
In other words, he would look at her as he pleased.
Alea shook her head in embarrassment.
“Do whatever you want.”
Once they both finished eating, Helmut asked, “More importantly, what about our mission assignment?”
“Ah right, the training assignment.”
Alea made an expression like she had just realized.