The cabin was for guests, but it didn't seem to have been cleaned before the guest moved in, so dust would occasionally rise when Yoimiya cleaned.
After watching for a while, Zeyan started to feel embarrassed because he knew his own situation. He really had no regrets, and having Yoimiya take care of him was just to fool her. But seeing her cleaning so earnestly, not even missing the corners, he couldn't help but feel bad.
Thinking of this, Zeyan got up and came to Yoimiya's side. "Give me the broom, okay?"
Yoimiya looked up strangely and asked, "What are you doing?"
Zeyan smiled and said, "Of course, I'm cleaning. Having a girl clean the cabin for me while I just watch from the side, I really can't do that."
Hearing this, Yoimiya felt a bit better inside, feeling that Zeyan was quite a nice person who knew how to be considerate of girls.
However, Yoimiya still shook her head. "No, if I let you clean, then how is that me taking care of you? I don't want to stay in the time loop any longer."
Zeyan had already guessed Yoimiya's reaction and said with a smile, "I think it's okay for me to lend a hand. As long as you've made an effort, isn't that already you taking care of me? That's enough."
Yoimiya was still a bit hesitant. "But..."
Zeyan grabbed the broom and said, "Give it to me."
His black eyes stared at Yoimiya, giving her an inexplicable feeling of panic. She quickly looked away, and her hand loosened, letting Zeyan take the broom.
Yoimiya felt a strange feeling in her heart, indescribable. She was supposed to be taking care of Zeyan, but Zeyan had just taken the broom away like that. And at this moment, the feeling Zeyan gave her had become a bit special.
"Ahem, how long has it been since this guest ship was cleaned? So much dust with just a few sweeps," Zeyan couldn't help but complain after sweeping a few times.
Hearing Zeyan's complaint, Yoimiya came back to her senses and laughed. "Looks like the owner of the guest ship was lazy, actually giving guests such an experience. You can try to complain to them when you return to Ritou."
Zeyan shook his head. "Forget it. Although it's a bit upsetting that they didn't clean before the guest arrived, I'm magnanimous. I'll let them off this time."
Yoimiya found Zeyan's words very amusing and couldn't help but laugh again.
However, Yoimiya immediately thought that she couldn't just stand idly by. What if she couldn't fulfill Zeyan's regret? Wouldn't she still be trapped in the time loop?
So, with the broom already taken by Zeyan, Yoimiya quickly picked up the nearby rag and started wiping the furniture like the wardrobe, bedside table, and desk again.
Zeyan turned his head and glanced at Yoimiya. Seeing her actions, he inexplicably had a kind of illusion, a feeling of a husband and wife cleaning their home.
But then he quickly shook his head.
If the other person was Kamisato Ayaka, he would feel that this was very good, but the other person was Yoimiya, and he felt it was better not to overthink. As far as he could see, he and she were at most just friends.
Thinking of Kamisato Ayaka, Zeyan became even more eager to resolve the time loop issue and return as soon as possible, and for this, he needed to use Yoimiya as a breakthrough.
"Miss Yoimiya, let's chat some more. What are some things you like?" Zeyan asked.
Hearing Zeyan's question, Yoimiya asked curiously, "Why are you asking this?"
Zeyan said calmly, "Anyway, it would be quite boring while cleaning the cabin, wouldn't it? I think we can have a good chat, just like before."
Hearing Zeyan say this, Yoimiya didn't think
He had told Yoimiya before that he liked peace and quiet, which was not only to supplement his lone adventurer persona, but also because he genuinely preferred it.
However, listening to Yoimiya's constant chatter, he found that he quite enjoyed the feeling of listening. This wasn't because he needed to glean information about Yoimiya from her words in order to solve the time loop later, but purely because he liked listening to her talk, no matter what she was saying.
Was it because the girl's voice was too pleasant?
Zeyan didn't know, but it didn't matter. She talked to herself, and he listened to himself. This kind of feeling wasn't bad at all.
As Yoimiya spoke, she noticed that Zeyan was just listening without saying anything, and suddenly she laughed. "Haha, Zeyan, why do you look a bit like my old man right now? When my old man listens to me talk, he can't hear clearly because his ears aren't good, but he won't say he can't hear. Instead, he always has a smiling face, making me think I'm saying the right thing, so I just keep talking and talking. Zeyan, could it be that you also have some hearing problems?"
Zeyan smiled and said, "Miss Yoimiya doesn't need to worry about my hearing. However, Miss Yoimiya actually thinks I resemble your old man a bit? In that case, why don't you call me 'Dad' and let me hear it?"
Hearing this, Yoimiya immediately raised her eyebrows. "You still want to take advantage of me? Dream on... Ah, I remember now, you even called me 'niece' before. I forgot to settle that account with you back then. I... I... Grrr, when this time of taking care of you is over, I'm going to settle the score with you properly."
Zeyan was speechless. "Miss Yoimiya, calling you 'niece' was because the situation required it. Due to some unexpected circumstances, I was mistaken for your uncle, wasn't I?"
Yoimiya glared. "Then why did you say you were my uncle in the first place? Uncle Zeyan!"
Yoimiya deliberately raised her voice on the last "Uncle Zeyan."
Zeyan helplessly spread his hands. "Wasn't I just saying it casually? No other meaning. Miss Yoimiya, why don't you just not hold such things against me?"
"So, wanting me to call you 'Dad' just now was also casual talk?"
"...Uh, if you really want to call me that, it's not like I can't accept it."
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4 Bonus chapter.
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