I Live With My Villain Uncle

thout blood or tears.

 

The way he grinned and said it was worth eating was like a devil.

 

It was really bad.

 

I twitched my butt and pulled away from Uncle.

 

Because I have to show that the distance of our hearts has become this far.

 

Even so, it didn’t have much effect because I was originally far from Uncle’s chair.

 

And instead of the ice cream that vanished in vain, I used my front teeth to save and eat the crispy corn underneath.

 

Even  if there was hardly any ice cream inside.

 

It was empty, like my heart that had just been pierced.

 

I was sad as I had been careful lately because my front teeth seemed to be weakening.

 

I had a nightmare because Zenda said my front teeth might fall out soon.

 

“Are you upset? If it’s not enough, you can have more.”

 

I glared at such Uncle.

 

“It tastes different! And I’m not upset.”

 

“What is different? It’s spreading the same thing.
Ask Sophie one more time.”

 

“Different! The first one is the best, but Uncle ate it all! Not the second! The vibes don’t match! Uncle knows nothing.”

 

“You’re upset.
Is it too much of a waste for Uncle to eat?”

 

“I’m not upset, I’m angry! And Uncle lied.
You should only eat a small bite, not a lot.”

 

“Ah, yes.
My picky niece.
What, should I spit something back?”

 

“Don’t wanna.
I don’t eat anything that goes into Uncle’s mouth.
What if I get as nasty as Uncle? And you swallowed it in one gulp.”

 

“Hey, what’s nasty about me?”

 

“Nasty.
Nasty Uncle.”

 

I turned my back to the pack and sat down to eat the corn crumbs.

 

This is delicious too, but it would be even more delicious if I eat it with ice cream.

 

Uncle tapped me on the back.

 

I pretended not to know and only ate the corn crumbs.

 

He pricked me on the back again.

 

It was itchy, but I purposely shook my body and didn’t look back to show my anger.

 

“Then what? What should I do?”

 

What should I do, he said?

 

To think that Uncle said something like that.

 

I glanced at the ceiling to see if there was a hole in it, turning my head to look at Uncle.

 

Before I knew it, his large torso was leaning towards me.

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

“Looking at you.”

 

“…Nasty Uncle.”

 

“What do you want me to do, though”

 

At those words, I turned my butt back and headed for Uncle.

 

“Uncle, then let’s go to the market today.”

 

At once, he frowned.

 

“Why would you go to that filthy place? If you have something to buy, order it.”

 

“No.
The flower shop I used to go to with Mom!”

 

At those words, Uncle erased his expression.

 

“Flower shop, where?”

 

“I don’t know which way to go there… But when we go to the market, I’ll know! There’s a place I always stopped by when Mom went to buy flowers.
It’s on the market.
Let’s buy some flowers and bring them to Grandpa tomorrow.”

 

Uncle looked at me for a long time and then messed with my hair.

 

“Yeah, let’s go.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Have you lived your whole life being deceived?”

 

Instead of answering, I stared at Uncle and blinked my eyes.

 

The scammer who deceives me the most in my entire life…

 

Uncle, with his conscience pricked, told me to eat more ice cream and put his hands in his pockets, leaving the room.

 

And it wasn’t long before he came back.

 

His one hand was disrespectfully in the pocket.
His other hand was holding a tray of ice cream.

 

“Enough?”

 

It was served in a concave bowl rather than a cone.

 

“Well… A little.”

 

Though unfortunate, I stuck the cone I was eating into the ice cream and scoop it with a spoon.

 

Instead of sitting in a chair, Uncle stood and roughly put the papers in one place.

 

Suddenly, the seal Uncle used to put on documents and letters caught my eye.

 

“Ah!”

 

I put a spoon in my mouth and took out a piece of paper from the pocket I had attached to the side of my dress.

 

It was a pouch made by Zenda as she said I had to carry it everyday.

 

“Uncwew, stamp iwt hewe twoo.”

 

“Aren’t you taking out the spoon?”

 

Tch.

 

I put down the spoon and spoke again.

 

“Uncle, stamp it here too.”

 

I unfolded the paper again, putting it on Uncle’s desk and pointed.

 

 

[Uncle Kassel never throws Aika out

Aika      Uncle]

 

“What is that.”

 

“Uncle can stamp your finger here.”

 

“What is that.”

 

Uncle was clearly watching, yet he kept pretending not to know.

 

I even listened to Uncle and showed it to him.

 

“It’s an empty spot.”

 

“You know it can’t be used anywhere?”