I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 15

Chapter 15 – What Is This Bloodstain?

Thud!

Another loud sound made shoulders twitch in surprise.

“Lania, this noise has been ongoing for a while now, do you know why?”

“It’s probably because of that thing.”

Lania pointed with her index finger. Following where her finger directed, there was a bizarrely-shaped man twisting on the floor.

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“Huff…! When did something like that?!”

“It was here even before I arrived.”

“Really?!”

“Guruk, Guruk!”

The man, with peculiarly bulky arms, made wheezing noises as he rolled around on the floor.

“By the way, where’s the cookies hidden? I’ve been smelling something delicious since a while ago.”

“Ah, I’ll bring them straight away with some tea.”

“Just give me a few to eat on my way.”

“You want them now?”

I took out a few cookies from the shelf and placed about five of them in Lania’s palm. I got a plate, piled it mountain-high with cookies and picked up the jar of tea leaves.

“I’ll bring the tea over in a flash.”

“That so… huh?”
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As Lania munched on a cookie and replied, she shot wide eyes at the jar of tea leaves I was holding.

Crunch, crunch, gulp.
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After Lania pushed the cookies into her mouth and swiftly chewed and swallowed, she spoke with a tone that implied disbelief.

“You’re not trying to poison me today, are you?”

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“Excuse me?”

“The thing you’re holding, it’s a poison plant.”

“What?!”

Startled, I immediately dropped the jar of tea leaves I was holding.

Roll, thud!
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The jar rolled on the floor, fortunately made of thick glass, so it didn’t shatter.

“That was a poison plant?!”

“You didn’t know? It’s incredibly toxic. Though of course, it wouldn’t affect me that much.”

Lania stuffed another cookie into her mouth as she replied. I suppressed the urge to cry and said,

“What should I do then? We’re out of tea leaves at home…”

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t fancy that stuff.”

“But… Ah! Mia did bring some fruit!”

I remembered Mia had brought some fruits along with the vegetables and meat. Quickly, I fetched the chilled fruits from the freezer and said,

“I’ll make you some juice.”

“Oh, that would be lovely.”

Lania smiled with twinkling eyes as she lifted a plate piled high with cookies.

“Then I’ll be on my way. Oh, what about that?”

“Ah…”

Only then did I remember the peculiar man rolling around on the floor. By now, the man had fainted, foam at his mouth.

“Hmm, I think I should show this to Mia first…”

“Let me take care of it.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Lania waved lightly to draw a magic circle in the air, from which chains shot out and tightly bound the man.

“Ah, be careful in the future.”

“What?”

“Gulp. Watch out for guys like this. They might come in again, you know.”

“Then I should prepare some security tools.”

Lania nodded and exited the kitchen.

“Phew… glad there weren’t any serious problems.”

Hand on chest, I exhaled a sigh of relief and scanned the kitchen for tools to make the juice.

“Huh?”

Before I found the tool to juice the fruit, my gaze landed on the jar of tea leaves that I had dropped before. Having dragged the man away, the jar had been knocked over, its lid opened and the tea leaves spilled out.

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“Goodness… it’s going to take a while to clean this up. Can’t leave it like this since it’s a poison, ugh…”

Reluctantly, I set the fruit aside, picked up a broom, stood the half-empty jar on one side, and gathered the spilled poison plant into one spot with the broom.

‘I’m not sure what poison plant this is, but since Mia might use it, I’ll leave what hasn’t spilled and throw away only the spilled stuff.’

Without a dustpan, I looked around. Not seeing any suitable tools, I reluctantly gathered the poison leaves with my hands and threw them into the trash bin. After repeating this about three times, the leaves were cleanly gone.

“Phew, all done – ugh!”

Just as I was about to wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, a sharp pain coursed through me. My palm had swollen up as if it were inflamed. It seemed like the comedy filter had been applied, as it was swollen as though wearing giant gloves.

“Oh no, I thought since it’s dried herbs, it wouldn’t be very effective unless consumed directly.”

Shaking out the throbbing pain from my hand, I sighed.

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“This is going to last a while.”

I wouldn’t be able to do anything delicate until the swelling subsided. But simple tasks weren’t too tough. For starters, I closed the lid of the glass jar and set it aside.

Next, I fetched a chopping board and knife. My palm felt as if it had been whipped about a dozen times with a stick but it wasn’t in so much pain that I couldn’t cook, so I ignored it.

Just in case some poison was left on my hands, I washed them in cold water and placed the fruits on the chopping board.

“What kind of fruit is this?”

The fruit, resembling a donut, was covered with several layers of husk like corn. Unlike corn, the husk was much more solid.

Slice.

Upon cutting one side with a kitchen knife, a red liquid flowed out. The cross-section of the fruit was a crimson reminiscent of meat. The flowing juice further intensified that perception.

“Is this really a fruit?”

Its slightly blood-like smell naturally aroused suspicion. Tentatively, I cut a tiny piece of the fruit to taste, and it enveloped my tongue with a sweet and sour flavor.

“Hmmm!”

‘The appearance is misleading, it’s extraordinarily sweet and delicious?! How about using this later in cookies or cakes? Or maybe just make juice for the kids to enjoy.’

Muttering to myself, I peeled off the hard husk and cut out the fruit flesh. Then I pulled out a bowl big enough for five servings and dumped all of the flesh into it.

‘It’s ripe enough that I could just mash it with my hands.’

Due to the lack of either a blender or a juicing tool, I had to wash my hands thoroughly once more before mashing the fruit by hand.

‘Oh, this is rather easy?’

The swelling in my palms helped me mash the fruit effortlessly. Having grown adept at ‘living positively in any situation for survival’ in the comedy world, I happily mashed the fruit.

“Phew… It’s ready.”

I took out two cups, filled them neatly with juice, and set them to one side. My plan was to tidy up the kitchen a bit before delivering them.

“What a mess…”

There was so much juice that not only the kitchen table but the floor was stained crimson. My beige clothes didn’t escape, either. They were tinged crimson as if they had been dyed on purpose.

“It’s like a murder scene.”

There’s a saying that spilled black raspberries can look like blood. That’s exactly what the floor looked like.

‘Let’s clean up fast.’

Although the floor and table were made of hard tiles that didn’t soak up liquids and were easy to clean, the chopping board was made out of wood and so was the handle of the knife, which could easily stain.
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After hastily washing the bowl, chopping board, and knife, I wiped the table first with a cloth. The cloth turned crimson in an instant. Having cleaned the table to some extent, I knelt down and started to wipe the floor.

‘The cloth was quite worn out, it’s good timing to dispose of it.’

I absorbed the pooled juice with the cloth and then squeezed it out in the sink, straining out the liquid. Then, I knelt down again and continued wiping the floor. When most of the juice had been cleared,

“Lian, is our meal ready -…?”

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“Oh, Noah. Sorry, something came up. I’ll get it ready as soon as I finish this.”

I mopped up the remaining spots on the floor sheepishly smiling at Noah, who was at the kitchen entrance with a stiff expression. Almost all of it was wiped up, leaving only a faint reddish stain.

‘Just a couple more wipes should do.’

While thinking this, I got up and wrung the crimson-soaked cloth over the sink.

Dripping, plunk.

The crimson liquid poured inside the sink.

‘Ah, am I going to stain my hands?’

While sighing at my juice-drenched hands and preparing to kneel once more, Noah strode over to me.

“What’s this?”

“Huh?”

Noah took my hand, which was holding the cloth, and lifted it. The swelling had gradually subsided and it was better than before, but still somewhat swollen.

“Uh, well…”

I felt too embarrassed to admit I was in this state because I’d foolishly handled poison with my bare hands.

‘Should I say I got it while trying to catch a bug? No, maybe I was bitten by a mosquito.’

It wasn’t a silly thought. After all, this was the Demon King’s land, home to terrifying monsters! It wouldn’t be strange if he was bitten by a terribly huge mosquito.

“I got bitten by a bug or something. It’ll go down soon, don’t worry.”
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Knowing that Noah was a worrier, I replied with an awkward expression. Then Noah scowled fiercely and said,

“This is… from getting stung by a bug? Then where’s that bug?”

“Well…”

“And this… what’s with this bloodstain?”

With trembling eyes, Noah pointed at the juice soaking my outfit, making it look as if it was steeped in blood.