The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best

——I need to change my mindset…

I focus on relaxation. My previously heavy feelings gradually cleared up.

Telekinesis is really convenient, isn’t it? Normally, even if I leave it alone, I benefit from relaxation, so my feelings settle down without taking much time…

“Mil-san. I-I’ve calmed down now… Thank you.”

Mil-san has been petting my head non-stop. My already messy hair has become even messier.

“Yes.”

Mil-san replied, “Don’t worry about it.” Maybe it’s because I have relaxation, but I’ve never shown this (downcast) side of myself to anyone before…

It seems I caused quite a bit of worry.

“…Um, I think Mil-san might have already noticed, but the woman who brought us drinks earlier was my mother…”

I had told Mil-san about my situation, but the family album (photos from when I was little) that was left in my mom’s closet is now in the safe, so I had never shown it to anyone.

“Mom, she looked well…”

“Yes. From what I could see, she seemed to be doing well.”

“I see, if it looked that way to Mil-san too, then it’s okay.”

Mom never says anything even when she’s pushing herself too hard…

“…Taketo-sama. In your current appearance (disguised with special makeup), I don’t think your mother would notice. Perhaps you could talk a little…”

“No, it’s fine. If she seemed troubled, I might have thought about it a bit more, but she looked fine. That’s all I need… Thank you, Mil-san.”

“No. I don’t have anything.”

Honestly, even though these events happened before my past life memories returned, I still have memories from my birth, so I only feel a sense of debt. Therefore, just knowing that she is living happily is enough for me.

“Then, since the drink I ordered is going to get lukewarm, I might as well have it now.”

If I don’t drink, Mil-san will definitely not drink either out of consideration for me. I pick up an apple juice and take a sip. It’s refreshingly sweet and very delicious.

“Look, even Mil-san.”

“Yes. Thank you for the meal.”

Huh? I thought she would take her hand off my head, but Mil-san uses telekinesis to bring the drink to her mouth without using her hands. Impressive.

So, Mil-san’s hand is still stroking my head. Since my hair is already messy, I don’t mind it getting ruffled… but now that my feelings have calmed down, it’s a bit embarrassing.

Feeling embarrassed, I turned my gaze to the profile cards on the table. There were probably over a hundred of them. These were handed out during the earlier talk time.

Before the break, I was told that the next part would be free talk, so I should choose ten women from this group.

The person I choose here will probably sit near me, but with so many women to choose from, it’s hard to judge their character or personality in such a short time.

——For now, since I know Nene-san and feel at ease, it’s a definite choice…

That makes nine more cards. Nine more… I’m really struggling. If only I had Mil-san’s card here, it would be down to eight… As I’m thinking about this…

Huh?

What was smoothly handed over was Mil-san’s profile card. I wondered when it happened, but it seems that guardians often take part in such large events. The reason is that it’s easier to move around that way…

“Um, um, this is Mil-san’s profile card, right? Is it okay… this is an arranged marriage, right?”

That card had Mil-san’s name, age, height, occupation, and hobbies listed. It seems that since she’s transformed now, her weight and measurements weren’t included, but wait, is that really okay?

“Good.”

Mil-san nods slightly. Mil-san is kind… Maybe she’s just being considerate because of what happened with my mother… But still,

“Thank you.”

I felt happier than when I received a profile card from someone else.

There are only eight cards left, but… to be honest, I feel a bit sorry. I don’t think the remaining eight will surpass Mil-san and Nene-san at this point.

Haa. Even so, the tough part about this matchmaking party is that I have to choose.

At least, I think I’ll choose Ootaka-san, Uchiki-san, Futoi-san, and Otaku-san, who seem to share my interests (like games) and were at the same table.

Oh, and I mentioned I like music… Huh? There was also a lawyer there.

When I think of Nishikawa-san… was it that dignified person? She was the only one who shook hands instead of hugging. I guess being a mayor, she must be someone who follows the rules…

*****

The free talk starts, and I return to the venue five minutes before. As expected, the women were already waiting in front of the entrance.

Wow. The women’s gazes are intense.

After handing the profile card I chose at the entrance to the staff and entering, I was surprised to find the atmosphere inside the venue had changed a bit.

The round table has been removed, and chairs for women have been placed around the men’s chairs, positioned closer to facilitate conversation.

Unfortunately, the women who were not chosen will have to wait in the back until the free talk begins, at which point they will be free to move around.

However, for every chair designated for men, there are only ten chairs designated for women, so even if there is a man aiming for a woman, he cannot join the conversation if there are no available chairs for women.

“Okada-sama, please wait a little longer until everyone arrives.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Following the staff’s guidance, I take my seat and have Mil-san sit next to me.

This time, if Mil-san waits behind me, another woman will end up sitting in the empty chair, so it can’t be helped.

“Nobody has come yet…”

As expected, or rather, I don’t know how to put it, I arrived at the venue five minutes before the start, but no men showed up.

“Ta, Kento-chi!”

As the women I chose quickly entered, I couldn’t help but laugh at Nene-san, who rushed in. This time, she called me by my alias properly, and I felt relieved.

“Nene-san, I think running inside the venue is… ugh.”

Nene-san came running and hugged me. Words get stuck in my throat as her chest presses against my face (literally).

“Well, well. Isn’t it nice? The older sister is happy.”