The Forgotten Creator's
Bocil Disturb

"Where are we going now?" sahutku.

"Bring it to my house." Answer Artex.

Instantly my expression was cynical towards her. "Not that I won't take us to your house. But since this place is also I don't know, let alone the way to your house."

Artex thought for a moment. "Then we go to the dormitory."

...~Π~...

Arriving at the dormitory, we immediately took Clara to our room. But before climbing the stairs, a man came to question us. "What's your case?" said it.

"Ah, we're just carrying our stuff." My answer.

"Oh, that's it. Let me help you here."

"No—no need. We can take him both." After that we finally got away from him.

In the room, the wrapped Clara was immediately untied. "Fuahh~" said.

"I don't know what to do with you after getting what I want." Artex.

Then Clara stood up and approached Artex, whining. "Eh?! Please don't throw me out! I'll do anything for you as long as you don't sell me!"

In my heart, I think it feels like I've experienced something like this.

But instead of replying to Clara, Artex said, "Why are you so small? Didn't you just mess with me?"

Clara. "My A– is so out of energy to maintain that form. So I put on a form that uses less energy." Her speech. After that came a loud roar the second time.

Artex stood by as he heard his voice. "Damn, is that the sound of the other dragon?" Artex looked at Clara, "Don't tell me you're asking your friend for help!?" emphatically.

"Bu–not so!" he said while embarrassed. "Ja–don't make me say it again!" Suddenly the voice sounded again, and at that moment Clara held her stomach.

"Maybe he's starving. Didn't he say that?" My solute.

"Oh, I forgot." Artex. "Then wait here. I'll bring you some food, and we'll eat together because we haven't eaten all day."

As Artex went out to look for food, I prepared a table with his cutlery.

"Hey!" sahut Clara's. "What are your abilities? You're like a witch can make things with magic."

"Well, you could say it is. I have the magic power to create anything I want."

Suddenly Clara kicked the table. "What did you say?!" said spirit. "Then. Can you make a big roast?"

"If it is related to living things I cannot do it. I only make things and things, not give birth to life."

"But isn't the roast dead? That means it doesn't have a life, does it?"

"Indeed it is true. But food has a nutrient content where it is also produced by living substances."

"Huh? I don't understand what you're saying."

"In short, roasted meat still has life."

"But they're dead? You also know where that theory comes from!?"

"Yes, of course, from biology."

"But the book could lie! There's also no proof that the roast is alive."

I try to hold back my emotions so as not to get angry. "You better try this." I made him what he wanted —roasted meat made of silicone.

Clara looks happy after her wish is fulfilled. As he bit her, "Why does the meat feel like shoe leather?"

"I told you so. I can't make a life because I'm not God. So instead of the meat you eat, you're just biting a toy."

"Keep what I have to do!" he was whining and crying.

"Whisper, instead of Artex being out to forage. Just be patient soon." My speech.

Meanwhile Artex opened the door without bringing any good news at all. There was no food he was carrying. "Said the fathers, I can't take the food to the room. So, he said he had to go to the dining room so as not to dirty our room."

Fortunately, nothing bad happened to us. "Then." My speech. All the things I had prepared were returned.

After that we went out to the dining room in question.

...~Π~...

The next morning I woke up on the floor. Due to Clara's arrival, eventually our sleeping formation had to change. Clara who keeps whining wants to sleep with Artex makes me feel driven away. As a result, I had no choice but to sleep on a mat that had disappeared because I was running out of time and did not channel energy to remain tangible.

As usual, I went straight to the bathroom to wash my body, change my clothes, then have breakfast. This time both in the bathroom and in the dining room, there were a lot of people there. Unlike yesterday, this time I had to queue first to get some food. After taking a turn, I was suddenly taken to a room.

"Why, Sir?" ask the one yesterday at the door.

"Do you know the rules in the dorm?" said the Father.

"Not yet. I haven't been told anything about the rules of the dormitory."

The father patted his head. "*Huh. Get to the point. If at mealtime, all students here are required to provide menu coupons to get food. Whoever doesn't give it won't be given any food."

"Keep, where do I get it?"

Hearing his last words made me fall silent. "Eh? Buy?"

"Yes. It's different for the food you choose."

"After the meal?" the previous sentence also made me unable to wiggle.

"Yes!"

"So I can't have breakfast dong?"

"Unfortunately it is."

I looked down and pondered my sorrow.

"Patience, son." The father even pityed me worse.

Shortly after that came a person who was none other than Lia the previous servant. "Follow me a minute."

"Huh? Who?" my word.

"Surely you." Sahut the father.

I followed him out of the room and then directed him to the table with a lot of food.

"Who's this?" my word.

"This is a dish prepared for you." Answer Lia.

Hearing her statement just got me hooked and gulped. "Seriously?"

"of course. If you intend to refuse, I'll take all the food again."

"Don't, don't. Not that I want to refuse, but this much food who's going to eat it?"

"That's all up to you. My job here is done and I'm leaving again." Lia is gone too.

With a bad feeling I ate the food. Supplied a pair of chopsticks but I don't know how to use them. I eat with my hands. Starting from grilled fish, shrimp, and something round shape that I thought was gehu but it turned out to be chicken meat.

After three dishes, I guess there was something lacking: rice. I wonder why there is no rice on the table. Because making it alone can not let alone ask the cook, so I eat without rice.

Only five kinds of food I eat because I always remember eating—'eat when hungry, and stop before full'.

For the rest of the food that still makes me confused to be flanked. I had intended to give it to people but considering that I did not know anyone, I thought and found an idea to share it by putting some kind of writing on paper.

'Enjoyment can be felt when we share. Just take it as necessary and leave it to the others.'

In addition to finishing the food, I also do this so as not to bother cleaning the place to eat. As I walked out, I said in my heart, I once said wise.

...~Π~...

When they returned to the room, they were both gone. "Well, at best they're taking a shower." My speech. A few moments later, I realized something. "Mandi. Clara isn't a man!?" but given Artex's nature, I immediately thought positively about him.

Soon afterwards Clara came alone.

"Well? Where's artex?" my word.

"I thought she was with you." Legally.

"Will she sleep with you? You should know best."

"I don't know either. After waking up he was no longer beside me."

"Yes, we've been waiting for him. At most he's taking a shower."

Just talked about he showed up first. "Big, Den. Have you looked into the kitchen? I think there's a party. A group of people were eating a magnificent meal together. I thought someone was celebrating, but after I asked someone kind enough to give them all their food."

Realizing what he was talking about was me alone, I kept quiet and did not comment.

"Lantas I also enjoy it because it was scammed by the father yesterday." It seems that Artex is experiencing something similar.

Clara suddenly shouted. "Why am I not invited!? I also want to eat that fancy food!"

"So you were sleeping. But take it easy, I brought some for you." Artex gave Clara a box of food. "You eat with him too."

"No need. I had a meal before someone distributed the food you were talking about." My speech.

Clara whined after opening the box. "Where's the chicken!"

"I'm out of meat. So I just brought the one." Apparently the box that Artex was carrying was filled with croquettes and rice.

In my heart I said, That's where the rice meets the woy!

Clara whines louder. "I don't want to eat this! I want to eat chicken!"

Hearing her screams made me worry, afraid that the occupants of the next room were disturbed. "Have eaten what is. You're a big man, but why do you act like a leak."

"I don't want to eat this! I want chicken!"

His behavior made me think of one last option. A bag of sacks I made to scare him. "Then I put you in this sack and then I tied it up and threw it into the woods so you'd run out of oxygen and die of starvation."

Clara instantly fell silent and immediately devoured her croquettes.