Komatsu's Love Defense

Chapter 137 Self-proclaimed Second Generation

I stepped into the forging room with trepidation and embarrassment, and placed the soup and bread that I had carefully prepared on the table.

Melk II had already put on her clothes and walked into the forging room. She sat on the seat, with only a simple bandage wrapped around her chest, and her black pants casually rolled up, revealing her strong calves.

Melk II picked up the spoon on the table and gently scooped a mouthful of soup into her mouth. I watched her nervously, fearing that my cooking skills would not suit her taste.

A hint of surprise flashed in Melk's eyes, and then she smiled happily. She looked up at me and said with a smile, "It's delicious. It warms me up when I drink it, Chef Komatsu!"

Melk's second-generation smile didn't last long. She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Actually... I'm not a real second-generation."

I sat in the seat next to her and asked Melk II in confusion, "Why do you say that, Miss Melk?"

Melk II smiled faintly, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile. She sighed softly and said in a frustrated voice: "To be precise... I'm not even sure whether I have become his disciple..."

I sat quietly, concentrating, waiting for Melk II's narration. She frowned slightly, as if she was searching deep in her memory for that long-forgotten past.

"Originally, I... almost died in a deep mountain far away from human habitation... Then my master picked me up..." A hint of sadness flashed in the eyes of Melk II, as if he had returned to that lonely childhood.

Melk II raised his lips slightly, forcing out a rather bitter smile, and said softly: "My master picked me up... and took me back when I was abandoned in my infancy... and raised me up..."

Melk II's eyes were slightly tearful, and his voice became a little choked: "At that time, no one in the world seemed to believe that the master who was called the Demon Melk and was feared by everyone would adopt a baby..."

I stared at Melk II quietly, feeling an inexplicable emotion in my heart. I could feel her deep attachment and gratitude to her master, and I could also understand the position of the first Melk in her heart, just like a loving father.

Melk II's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile full of gratitude: "But I am the only one who feels it. I am the only one in the world who feels it... the deep affection of the demon Melk..."

I listened to the narration of Melk II and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The first generation of Melk, the demon Melk feared by the world, was a father figure full of warmth in the heart of Melk II. This kind of deep affection and kindness, perhaps only Melk II can truly understand.

Melk II lowered his head, a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and said softly: "Isn't this natural? Children are interested in their parents' work..."

"It's just that Master never lets me enter the workshop when he's working... because there are a lot of dangerous tools in the workshop." The second generation of Melk raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and sighed softly.

Melk II's eyes became serious, with a gleam of desire in them. "But this made me even more interested in my master's work. I often peeked into the workshop... Now that I think about it, there was one time when I couldn't hold back my curiosity and sneaked into the workshop. There were all kinds of beautiful kitchen knives, each of which shone with a charming light."

Melk II gently stroked the scar on her face, which was a mark left by her childhood: "Just when I was intoxicated by the beauty of these kitchen knives, I accidentally knocked the knives off the knife rack. The sharp blade scratched my cheek, leaving a deep scar."

"The master, who was originally grinding seriously, noticed the noise I made and turned around to look at me with concern. I was sitting on the ground crying because my cheek was hurt by the knife. The next moment, I was deeply attracted by the glowing kitchen knife on the ground. I immediately stopped crying and stared at the kitchen knife." The eyes of Melk II revealed an unconcealable joy, and her tone was full of love for kitchen knife grinding.

Melk II showed an expectant look, and a smile naturally appeared on his lips as he said, "With this as a contract, Master is willing to let me see his work little by little... Master's grinding is very powerful, with amazing breaking force... He gradually attracted me into the world of kitchen knife grinding."

I looked at the second generation of Melk, my eyes full of admiration: "So Miss Melk has also embarked on the path of a grinder. Isn't this a remarkable master-disciple relationship?"

Melk II frowned slightly, with a hint of bitterness in her smile: "No... Master is very taciturn and never said anything. First of all, he never taught me anything. Whether it was grinding or forging techniques, I learned them secretly..."

Melk II frowned, his voice sounding a little heavy: "In fact, nearly a hundred people come here every year to volunteer to be disciples, but no one can last three days!"

I was stunned and blurted out: "Three days!"

Melk II nodded gently, a trace of sadness flashing across his face: "Although the master is taciturn and shy, compared to these, the master's dedication to work, which started from the preparation of the materials for the kitchen knife, was completed all by himself. Because of that hard work, no one could persist in the end..."

"So I think I must become stronger! After all, if I don't become stronger, I can't become a first-class grinder like Master!" Melk II lowered his head, but his eyes gradually became serious and passionate.

I took a deep breath and tried to make my tone sound calm and sincere: "Ms. Melk... Is that why you are so obsessed with strength?"

Melk II frowned slightly when she heard what I said. She took a deep breath, trying to concentrate all her emotions in this moment, and then answered firmly: "That is the most important thing to me. Being strong is the best evidence of being a second generation! To completely eliminate my own weakness, I even gave up my body as a girl!"

I sat aside, listening to the frustrated words of the second generation of Melk, and my heart could not help but throb. I bit my lips tightly, trying not to let my emotions show, and then my tone became stern and firm: "I don't understand, Miss Melk! As the second generation, haven't you always done all the work well?"

Melk II's emotions were gradually approaching the brink of collapse. She lowered her head and her tone was full of frustration and helplessness: "But that was just... a fragile resistance... After all, my body is also a woman's. I can't be as powerful as Master... a reliable grinder..."

Melk II raised her head and looked at me with tearful eyes. She lowered her head slightly and said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry... Chef Komatsu... I just called myself the second generation... I haven't been recognized by my master yet... As Alu said... I'm just a fake..."

I couldn't keep silent any longer after listening to the self-blaming words of Melk II. I frowned, took a deep breath, and shouted, "That's not true! Miss Melk, you are undoubtedly a real grinder to me!"