When My Doorbell Rang at 5am, I Got a Wife

Chapter 28: Golden-haired Cat-ear Maid, the Healing Big Sister

The golden-haired cat-ear maid girl, to add more information, had the aura of a healing big sister with a warm and embracing personality.

She was a beautiful girl with bright, piercing blue eyes, distinct from Erika’s style.

The ample and soft-looking cleavage visible through her low-cut neckline was hard to ignore.

As a boy, I couldn’t help but be aware of it.

Gulp…

Let’s put that aside for now.

“Um, who might this be? I don’t think you’re someone I know. And since I live alone, I think this must be a mistake…”

I’m sure, no, absolutely certain that I don’t know this person.

If I knew someone who embodied the ideal of an anime fan, a golden-haired cat-ear maid big sister from Akihabara, I wouldn’t forget them.

So, if I don’t remember them, it means we’ve never met.

It didn’t seem like a newspaper subscription salesperson or a delivery service either.

It was highly likely that they had mistakenly pressed my doorbell.

“No, I am at the correct house, Yusa Tooru.”

“Even so, I have no recollection of you…”

“Of course, this is our first meeting at this very moment.”

“That’s right! We’ve never met before, right?!”

So it was a mistake after all.

I was about to accept that, but then—

“But I know you very well.”

The golden-haired maid said with a smile.

“Huh? Why…? I mean, why?”

I wondered what benefit this person could gain from knowing me so well.

“Before answering your question of ‘why,’ let me give you a brief description of yourself. Yusa Tooru, from Kobe, Hyogo Prefecture. A rather ordinary and unremarkable thirty-something.”

It was a harsh way to start the conversation.

Well, even if they were picking a fight, I wouldn’t buy into it.

Using violence against a girl was out of the question.

Besides, I had no combat ability to speak of.

I believed that anyone could understand each other if they watched anime together; I was a light anime fan with a universal love for humanity.

I was more afraid that real girls were laughing at me behind my back… So I had never fought in my life.

My hands were not meant to hit people, they were meant for something else! (Inner voice in the style of an anime protagonist)

“No, of course not. I was just stating the facts. If I offended you, I apologize.”

The golden-haired maid bowed her head.

“So, I’m sorry for being so unremarkable…”

As a thirty-something unemployed man (who had managed to graduate from virginity), I couldn’t strongly deny that I was unremarkable… It was objectively obvious.

Damn it, if only my workplace hadn’t gone bankrupt and I had kept my job, I could have been a normal thirty-something adult man!

“I’ll continue. You were not good at studying, and especially hated English, which was a required subject in high school, so you reluctantly took the TOEIC and scored a mere 334 points. And currently, your workplace has gone bankrupt, and you’re unemployed.”

“Hey, cut it out! Why are you bringing up things I’d rather forget? I’m about to lose my cool here!”

“There’s still so much I know about you. The only qualification you hold is an ordinary driver’s license, and even that is automatic-only. Your father is a renowned archaeologist, and you have a significant complex about your father’s excellence.”

“That’s none of your business…”

How did this person know how I felt about my father?

Their information-gathering abilities were like a Weekly Bunshun Sentence Spring, where did they get that information from?

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

The golden-haired maid said, pinching her skirt and bending her knees slightly in a Western-style curtsy, known as a curtsey.

When this person, who looked like a foreigner, did it, she looked like a noble lady from some Western country, and it was quite impressive.

To be honest, it was adorable.

I couldn’t help but feel adorable.

That’s because I’m an anime fan!!!

“Come on, people often make fun of automatic-only licenses, but in this day and age, when is there an opportunity to drive a manual car? So, it’s the people who deliberately take a manual license who are weird. Rather, the automatic-only license is at the forefront of the times, don’t you think?”

“Trucks are still mostly manual, and the manual rate overseas is still high. And, especially when driving a manual car, the skill of smoothly engaging the clutch and shifting gears gives a sense of mastery over the car, which is very enjoyable, isn’t it?”

“Huh? What’s a clutch?”

“Have you never heard of ‘half-clutch’?”

“Half-clutch? Um, I don’t think so…”

I assumed it was a block game like Minecraft.

“It’s a technique that must be mastered first when driving a manual car.”

So, I was having small talk (or rather, being dissed?) with the golden-haired maid, but—

However, for some reason, the golden-haired maid acted as if the conversation was over and, as if it were her own home, she naturally tried to enter my house.