Chapter 40: Blind bald

“Open the door, please.”

Hearing someone ask to open the door out of the blue this early in the morning made my head tilt sideways, but I soon realized the voice belonged to Riven.

I called out that I’d be right there, briefly put down what I was doing, and headed to the door.

Most likely, needing something from me at this hour meant she needed to borrow something from my house.

When I opened the door, Riven stood there, looking remarkably better than when we first met.

More than anything, I was glad that looking at Riven no longer gave off a sense of devastation.

I think the elderly couple played a large role in Riven’s recovery to this point, considering she was practically on the verge of death, no, asking me to end her life herself.

(Flashback or internal thought )

Akali had insisted I take it, saying she didn’t buy it with money either but won it in a bet, and since she had no use for it, I should just accept it, even when I refused, saying I couldn’t just accept such an expensive-looking item.

Unable to break Akali’s stubbornness, I ended up accepting the mixer.

Now that I have it, I use it quite conveniently, so I’m just grateful to Akali.

(Back to the present with Riven)

When I asked why she wanted to borrow this mixer, which didn’t even need a separate power supply, she said she wanted to try grinding the recently harvested fruits to drink.

Since it was a method I also sometimes used instead of breakfast, I advised her to add honey as well if she was going to do it.

Riven said she understood and made another request.

“Next year, could you take me to the festival too?”

“I want to know what festivals in Ionia are like.”

Hearing that reminded me that Riven was also at an age where she would be very interested in such things.

She probably didn’t have many peaceful days like this when she was in Noxus, so I resolved to definitely take her to the festival next time and give her good memories.

Because small, insignificant things gather one by one to become precious memories.

After sending Riven off like that, I went back inside the house to continue my chores.

I gathered the dried clothes, folded them, and put the clothes washed yesterday onto the drying rack anew.

Set, who now calls me ‘Euma,’ crawled over to my side.

Thinking he might get buried in the laundry, I briefly put down the clothes I was hanging and put Set on my back.

Babies grow much faster than I thought.

It feels like just yesterday when he cried day and night, but now he doesn’t cry that much.

Thinking that he’ll shoot up like this and soon surpass my height makes me feel a bit wistful.

I want to record this moment, but Ionia’s technology isn’t highly developed, so without a camera, I can only draw pictures myself.

Ultimately, the only solution is for me to go to Piltover myself.

Indeed, even within Ionia, rumors circulate that Piltover’s technology is the best in the world, so its excellence must be unparalleled.

I guessed that if I looked, I might find one or two items that function similarly to a camera.

If it’s portable, I’ll buy it and bring it back; otherwise, I’ll visit Piltover periodically to record Set’s growth process.

I look forward to seeing Set’s reaction when he becomes an adult and I show him pictures, telling him this is what he looked like when he was young.

Today’s delivery task is to deliver this sealed container to the Hirana Monastery.

Actually, the distance was too far, so the job only required handing it over to a delivery point located near there, but since it was a distance I could manage if I took it, I just said I would deliver it directly to the monastery.

The delivery office staff, having no reason to refuse, agreed and authorized the job.

But I don’t understand why they ordered ‘Steiku’ instead of ‘Steak’.

The two don’t seem different, but some places call it steak and others call it steiku, so I’m confused about which is correct.

Or maybe it’s an Ionian dialect, so both could be correct.

Besides that, I couldn’t guess what the monastery planned to do with so many steaks they ordered.

This was because, in my original world, the image of a monastery was ingrained as a place of vegetarianism and ascetic life.

Unless they were apostate monks, Gordon Ramsay eating fish and chips and saying it’s delicious seemed more realistic.

Anyway, the delivery location was written as that place, so unable to shake off my doubts, I started running towards the destination.

Running too fast could damage the contents inside the sealed container, so I ran at a moderate speed, ensuring no impact was applied.

If there’s a trick to running on mountain paths, kicking off sturdy branches is efficient.

Since there are rocks and tree roots on the ground, you can trip and fall if you’re not careful, so it’s better to run above the ground where there are no obstacles.

Of course, this is just for running quickly, so people unfamiliar with it should just walk the path.

Running and running like that, I eventually arrived at the destination and started asking people around to find the location of the monastery.

As a result, I faced a flight of stairs of incredible length, reminiscent of that movie about kung fu and a panda they used to show in school back in the old days.

They say it’s a trial meant to filter out those who try to enter the monastery without any resolve.

‘But now, it’s just my cardio machine.’

Leaping over several steps at once, I reached the summit where a huge monastery stood.

Only after seeing that scenery could I guess why they ordered steak.

Here, the monastery felt less like a place for cultivating enlightenment and more like a comprehensive training center for various martial arts.

It was only natural that such people would need protein.

So, I arrived at the monastery, but I was wandering around, unsure where to deliver this steak.

Just as I was about to grab anyone and ask, I felt a gaze on me and turned my head in that direction.

There stood a monk with his eyes covered by a cloth.

I don’t know how he sees and walks, but he walked straight towards me without any hesitation.

Thinking I should probably hand this package over to this person, the monk offered me a greeting of welcome.

“Welcome to the Hirana Monastery, stranger.”

“I am ‘Lee Sin,’ the enlightened monk who watches over the trainees of this monastery.”

His head is so shiny I can’t see his face properly.

My eyes! My eyeeeeees!