A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis

Volume 13 Chapter 7: Who Said I Didn’t Have Any?

During Knight class, Keith stood before Krystal with his shield raised, holding onto his sword. The woman dashed forward with blinding speed, stabbing at him in a blurry. But that was when Keith blocked most of the strikes with his shield. It was a stalemate between the two; one had speed, while the other had defense. Neither side could get an inch into the other. 

The two continued to do this for quite some time before Tennol called them, "You two, get down now." 

"Understood." "...Yes." Keith calmly walked down while Krystal's lips pouted as she walked down. It was clear she didn't want to do so. The man sighed, "Come on, you were close this time."

"The fact that you said this time makes this even worse." It was like she had no shot at beating him. 

"...." 

Krystal wanted to fight against him right now, and that was when Helm came over to him, “Keith, could you help me with the positioning?” 

“Sure, I can help out.” Keith smiled.

“General, help us out as well!”

“Yeah!”

The others from F-class quickly walked over to him for assistance. As he helped, Krystal and Jack watched him. This became the usual.

It was not something the others could do. 

That was how much trust Keith had with F-class. That would never break that. Keith nodded as he helped them out in any way they could. But as he was doing this, “What's the matter?” One Krystal stood off to the side, staring at the whole situation.

“...Nothing.” 

“Aww, don't tell me you're jealous.” Keith chuckled before bringing her close, “Come on, I'll race you.” A good competition would cheer her up.

“...”

“No competition.”

“Then how about a ride?” Without any hesitation, Keith picked up Krystal and jumped on the horse.

“What are you doing?!” Krystal blinked. But that only caused him to laugh.

"Carrying you onto my horse? What about it?"

Do you not notice how the others are staring at us?! You may not be embarrassed by me! And it seemed he didn't care about this at all as he grinned, which caused Tennol to scold,

“Stop flirting and get back here!” Tennol sighed, “Everyone, I want to say good work on the festival. However, don't be complacent. The finals are coming up, and you can't forget about this." 

“Understood!” The finals. No one could forget about that.

Keith and the others returned to the island, and that was when he noticed how Herrick and the others were jumping up and down. Keith tilted his head as Fira and the little animals came to his side, “What’s the matter with them?”

“They ate too much sugar this time!”

“Raghh!” Herrick and Melor continued to clash like wild beasts, which only caused Keith to shake his head.

Carolyn muttered, “Those two will definitely tire themselves out."

"I'm going to start making dinner; you guys do something about that." Keith stretched his hand. Fira and the little animals cheered as they followed after him to the kitchen.

"What are you making, Keith?"

"Seafood scampi." He was feeling seafood today. Taking out the ingredients, he thought about another ingredient.

I need some wine. Wine was an ingredient that could enhance the dish's flavor. As Keith made the sauce, he had another pan with scallops searing.

“Po!Po!” Lei and Mir jumped up and down as they stared at the pot. Behind the two pans was the noodles cooking.

Keith chuckled as he handed the three a few strands of noodles, "Give me a moment; it'll be finished soon." He had to work overtime as he finished his dish. After he finished, he brought it over to the table.

“Thank you so much!” While they ate, he noticed an oddity, “What’s the matter with you, Herrick?” The man was eating so calmly. This was odd when remembering how dangerous and ferocious he was when consuming his food.

"I wanted to eat that variant.” 

“Ahh,” Keith and the others remembered that. In the F-class section, they had decided to use a variant to be in a raffle, which had caused everyone to go crazy as a variant couldn’t be thrown around like that. And the winner was none other than Herrick’s father, Othniel.

“Father didn’t even let me have a bite of it!” Herrick mumbled as he slumped on the dining table, but his mouth was still slurping on the pasta.

Leona stroked his face, “There, there.”

“...Keith, why didn’t you keep some of the variant meat?!” Nephele pouted. Since this child had gotten it, he could have saved some for them.

“Who said I didn’t?”

“EH?” Everyone turned up and stared at the man. Keith grinned, “Do you think I would send all of the variant meat away like that?” That would be foolish. He still kept a stash for himself. 

“Then cook it as well!”

“Nope, going to save it for a perfect time.” Keith grinned. On a rainy occasion. If he ever felt bad, he'd cook it.

“...” 

“So mean.” The others couldn’t help but stare. But that was when Keith muttered, “Keep talking like that, and I will take away this pasta!”

“We’ll eat!” The others didn’t say anything as they savored the meal that was placed over them. Later at night, when Keith was prepared to go to bed, Carolyn crawled into his bed.

“By the way, where is Grandpa Cadmus?” Sohma was here, but the dragon was missing.

“Ahh, Long Yueying and Yukiko are taking care of him.”

“....Oh.” 

Later at night,

“What are you doing?” Keith stared at Carolyn.

“Ruby said he wanted to sleep with Papa.”

“...” Doesn’t answer the question of why are you here. He didn’t mind the little baby as the others got along with one another.  

“Because I felt lonely without Ruby.” She didn’t hesitate to hold onto Keith with a smile. But that only caused the man to sigh, “Didn’t you guys lose the bet?”

“This is different, I’m just lonely now.”

“...” Keith sighed as he patted the princess’s head as he went to bed with an extra person here. This was something he wasn’t going to win against. 

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