The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri.

How could a pot of oil have been used for sixty-six years?

The color is even blacker than oil!

Won't deep-fried food make people sick?

"Why don't you change the oil?" Kiyono Makoto asked, puzzled. "This isn't brine; it doesn't need to be changed frequently to ensure its health."

Rio Futaba spoke calmly:

"It seems they've forgotten the recipe."

"Goodness gracious." Kiyono couldn't help but exclaim, "I was afraid to change the oil because I forgot the formula, but I unexpectedly received unanimous praise and eventually became popular all over the world, right? Even manga wouldn't dare to draw something like this."

Despite his complaints, Kiyono Makoto silently put the fried chicken he had picked up down.

I was originally looking forward to trying the fried chicken on the cruise ship to see if it was anything special, but now I have absolutely no appetite for it.

"By the way, should we forge some equipment tonight?"

"I asked in a low voice," Kiyono Makoto.

"No." Rio Futaba gently shook her head. "The cruise ship will be constantly rocking at sea, making it impossible to concentrate. Let's talk about it when we get back."

Kiyono Makoto whispered:

"The equipment doesn't need to be forged, but the curse can't wait until tomorrow... I'll leave it to you tonight, Lady Futaba."

Today was an ordinary day, and I didn't gain much enjoyment. I need to take it seriously.

Rio Futaba's breath hitched slightly, a faint blush rising on her fair face, and she unconsciously looked away.

"……I see."

The mutual aid alliance has been established, and given Futaba's personality, she naturally cannot say no.

We had a simple dinner.

Everyone went up to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze and the night view.

As it quietly approached 8 p.m., Kiyono Makoto prepared to return to his room to deal with the curse. As he passed by Futaba, he reached out and gently poked the girl's arm.

Rio Futaba understood, her face flushed slightly, and she secretly followed.

In a corner.

The saintly classmate, who was quietly playing on her phone as if she didn't care about the outside world, suddenly looked up and silently watched the two people's departing figures.

"Futaba, come in."

Kiyono Makoto opened the door with his room key and went into the room first.

"...Sorry to bother you."

Rio Futaba stepped in, her tone calm, but the tips of her ears were clearly flushed, revealing that the girl's heart was not at peace.

Seino Makoto's expression was expectant:

"Want to continue with the lap pillow tonight?"

"……no."

Rio Futaba blushed, covered her chest with both hands, and a strange, tingling sensation arose from the bottom of her heart once again.

After what happened last night, you still have the nerve to ask for a lap pillow... How shameless!

Although he had expected it, Kiyono Makoto was still somewhat disappointed by Futaba's straightforward rejection.

"A lap pillow isn't working, and neither is back massage. What should we do, Futaba?"

Rio Futaba pushed up her glasses, turned her head away, and refused to meet his gaze.

"...I can help massage your shoulders and neck."

Kiyono Makoto shook his head:

"I'm still far from feeling happy today. My hands are sore and tired from the neck and shoulder massage. It's too tiring."

Rio Futaba pursed her beautiful lips, her tone calm:

"It's okay. If your hands get tired, just give me a hug to let them rest... Anyway, there's no lap pillow."

Last night's accident was too terrifying, second only to water magic in its chilling effect. Futaba never wants to experience it again.

I don't know why, but I always feel like I'm going to have bad luck when I'm with Makoto Kiyono...

"alright."

Kiyono Makoto should know when to stop; Futaba's willingness to help is already quite generous, and he shouldn't ask for too much.

"I'll leave today in your care, Lady Futaba."

Rio Futaba secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stepped behind Makoto Kiyono:

"Let me massage Kiyono's shoulders first."

Seino Makoto sat upright:

"It's been two days already, Futaba's shoulders must be sore too. I'll give you a massage later."

"Need not……"

Futaba has a personality that dislikes troubling others, and upon hearing this, she instinctively wanted to refuse.

Kiyono Makoto simply said:

"Actually, I wanted to collect experimental data."

"Huh?"

"Eating and playing games can both earn you happiness points, and if nothing unexpected happens, giving Futaba a massage will also bring rewards."

"..."

Rio Futaba hesitated for two seconds, her face slightly flushed, before calmly agreeing:

"I see."

Kiyono was doing this for the experiment, so... there was no reason to refuse.

"Let's begin."

Kiyono Makoto closed his eyes, silently enjoying the science girl's shoulder and neck massage. He could sense that Futaba had never massaged someone's shoulders before; her movements were very clumsy and unfamiliar.

"By the way, would you like to try a foot massage later?"

Rio Futaba quickly turned her face away:

"I refuse!"

I didn't soak in a hot spring or take a shower today, and I walked such a long way. My feet must smell.

Foot massages are absolutely out of the question!

A moment later.

Rio Futaba felt her fingers starting to ache and hurt, but instead of pushing herself, she calmly stopped.

"...I'll rest for a while."

"Sit down and rest."

Kiyono Makoto stood up, stretching his shoulders as he pointed to the chair he had just been sitting in:

"I have no way to repay your life-saving kindness, so I can only give you a good massage."

Rio Futaba turned and sat down in a chair, her eyes silent.

"Kiyono is exaggerating... It was just a regular massage."

“It’s not ordinary.” Kiyono Makoto said seriously, “If we don’t deal with the curse today, and if we suddenly enter the dungeon tomorrow, we’ll definitely have no chance. We might get dragged into Silent Hill by Hinako Deepwater.”

Not only does she use water magic to toy with her opponent, but she also strips them of their vocabulary. If someone is caught by Hinako Deepwater, the consequences will be extremely dire.

Rio Futaba tilted her little face up and looked at him:

"Has Kiyono ever used that summoning item?"

"not yet."

Kiyono Makoto shook his head and said in a low voice:

"I don't know why, but I always get a chill down my spine every time I take out a summoning item. I always feel like something bad is going to happen, so I'll wait until I enter the dungeon to do it."

There was no evidence, but Kiyono Makoto always felt that once he used the summoning item, Hinako Fukami would appear in front of him.

Therefore, he doesn't plan to use it in the real world. If he were to actually summon Hinako Deepwater, things would get really messy.

Rio Futaba was about to speak when she suddenly gasped softly:

"what……"

The girl's voice trembled slightly at the end, a mixture of anguish and pleasure:

"Be gentle...you're using too much force..."

Makoto Kiyono responded while giving the massage:

"Futaba's shoulders are too stiff. You can't open them up without using force. At the beginning, you have to use big, sweeping motions to soften them before you can use a gentle, consistent approach."

"..."

After a while of massage, Rio Futaba gradually adapted to Kiyono's strength and speed, and her body relaxed, no longer as stiff as before.

"Has your happiness level changed?"

"It's being upgraded."

Kiyono Makoto nodded slightly, answering while massaging her:

"But it's very inefficient, about half the efficiency of a double-leaf massage."

Futaba bit her lower lip lightly: "Let me...can I do it?"

"No need, I'll knead it for a while longer."

"..."

A moment later.