Planetes
3. e-p. After that's....

Three days passed, and Ryan began to regain his temperature. He who is still asleep can feel his body has improved.

Can't blame it on seal hunters completely, because before them, Ryan had used his powers. Until his Mana is constantly reduced.

The eyelids implying the golden yellow eyes were open. Ryan blinked his eyes, trying to focus his still vague gaze.

At first glance he thought he was in his room, but Ryan felt another existence besides himself. No one can go into his apartment.

Just now Ryan woke up to be sure, but apparently the room in front of him was very different from the one in his room.

"Where ... am I?"

Ugh. Even his throat felt extremely dry, how long had he been unconscious?

His memory instantly returned a few days ago, when Ryan was attacked, then there was a young man who said he was a planet

Just sec.

The planet?

Given this, Ryan woke up from his place and began to wander left right. He thought he had a dream, the year what he experienced was indeed reality. Damnit. If only he was still in top shape at that time.

"He-Hey"

And now his voice is gone. I can only breathe slowly. Before anyone comes into this room, Ryan has to tidy up the wig he is wearing. If until it is discovered that he is a woman who disguises himself as a man, chaotic is already his mission.

Tuk, tuk, tuk. The twin legs of the blue-haired, two-braided girl stepped into the guest room carrying a tray of elderberry juice. A bluish-eyed barn tailed behind him with a trolley containing various foods and drinks.

Elliot knocked quietly on the door before entering the room followed by his little daughter.

"Ah, are you conscious?"

Medeia inched up to the man on the bed and thrust out a tray containing a glass of elderberry juice.

"Sleeping for 3 days must make your neck dry, drink it. Potent to cope with dry throat." ranum the buana strung the syllable for the sake of the syllable smoothly.

There was no pretence in the color of his voice. He says everything honestly.

Somewhat surprised by the arrival of Elliot and the little boy who brought a tray of juice. Ryan who was still a bit absentminded accepted the juice awkwardly.

He feels awkward especially with small children, because his life has never been 'or maybe rarely intersected with small children cause Ryan sometimes confused with a boy.

"By the way, this is my daughter. Laomedeia," she introduces the little girl who brought the tray to Ryan.

"Greetings yes, my name is Ryan Mycenae. Just call Ryan" Ryan said in an awkward tone.

But, wait. He said his daughter, while drinking Ryan watched the boy.

Planet having a child is impossible, except .. The child is moon?

Just like planets that have Type, 'moon' also has Type as well. The moon on earth also falls into the category of Type-Moon, or better known as Crimson Moon.

"She's this .. 'moon' isn't she?" ryan asked carefully, pointing towards the little girl next to him.

"True, this boy is the moon. One of the 14 months I had," the bentala agreed with Ryan.

Medeia then nodded her head and again threw a smile at the figure who was still on the bed.

After finishing his drink, Ryan put it again in the tray.

"Ah, thank you" he said, still awkward. Then he looked back at Elliot. "You too, thank you for helping and allowing to stay at your home."

unknowingly Ryan's tone became polite.

"It seems like he likes being close to you" Elliot opened his voice. His power patted his daughter's head gently. "This child is usually shy and awkward when meeting new people."

If Medeia smiles at someone other than her family, it means that her daughter feels suitable, right? Rarely did his daughter behave so to the earthlings she encountered.

"Together, Ryan. I don't mind bringing you here. Especially I said a few nights ago that I needed your help, right?" elliot said without further ado, saying Ryan's thanks in advance.

Then Ryan was reminded of the incident 3 days ago, the problem of curses.

"By the way, shall we discuss further? It may be told details but not too long." Ryan glanced at the little boy, whether the child should know their conversation or not, let alone this concerns his own father.

Elliot's gaze shifted to his little daughter.

"Medeia, Papa wants to talk to Ryan first. Medeia played in the room first, huh?" her door broke her daughter's curls.

Without saying much, the little girl moved from the guest room while carrying her beloved doll. Elliot passes the exhalation and reverts attention to his guests.

"What if we talk over breakfast? It just so happened that I had just finished cooking," he put a plate of risotto with a sprinkling of parmesan cheese on it. "Three days asleep must be hungry, right?" it was very straightforward with Ryan.

The kid likes him? It never occurred to Ryan if he could be liked by a child. If you think about it, he usually wears a good mask of his heart, but small children are more sensitive than he thought. They stayed away from him first, before he could get close.

Ryan therefore tends to stay away from children because they definitely don't like him first. But when the child shows a friendly attitude and is said to like his existence, making himself so slightly blushed.

Scratching her non-itchy cheeks, she could feel her face somewhat hot.

But it was not long, after he found out that the moon was separated from them, because they would have a serious discussion.

But apparently he was invited to breakfast first, if you can be honest the juice he was given was more than enough to fill his empty stomach. Ryan does love to cook, but it's nothing more to hone his survivability.

The food was prepared apparently. Just wanted to refuse, but if it's so bad not to accept.

"Ah thank you."

When looking at the risotto dish with a sprinkling of cheese, making Ryan's eyes somewhat wide-eyed because there is a favorite food here. If imaginary, like a cat whose ears are vertical after seeing something he likes.

Quickly he took a spoon, then scooped the small risotto. When the food entered his mouth, he was inevitably amazed again.

"Hoo, good."

His praise was sincere, not long Ryan cleared his throat, because he had to behave like everyday.

"Ehem, I'm sorry."

It's getting a little informal, "So, can you tell me again?" he asked again, looking at Elliot.

The bentala chuckled in amusement as he watched the lanang expression on the bed. It turned out that there were times when this young man could be honest with himself.

Moreover, he just realized that this young man liked the cuisine he made. The ability to cook means not to decline.

"Ah, right too," the blue-robed buana took a chair and took a plate of Ratatouille and ate it.

"If sorted," Elliot picked up the paper and scribbled on it. "This is the order of curses I get."

He wrote the following curse the cause. Elliot scooped up his food again and started telling stories.

"When I stopped working as a hospital doctor for some reason, I switched to working as an essayist and freelance journalist. Back then there was my fellow news seeker, had a hobby of playing paranormal games," pausing a little to finish his meal.

"Some of these curses were the result of my meddling to prevent the supernatural beings from taking their lives. You know, the curse is deadly to you earthlings but the effect is different if the one hit is immortal." Elliot passed the exhalation.

"If there's something you don't understand, ask me, Ryan."

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