Title : Coffee for the Last Supper
Alternative Name : 最後の晩餐にコーヒーを
Author : Mikumi
Release Date : September 21,2022
Synopsis: I ask the man in prison.
"What would you like for the last supper?"
The man just hung his head and muttered only "Coffee."
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A heavy metallic sound beckoning me in the depths of the prison. A great sinner who killed dozens of people in just one day, in the corner of his cellimaginaryHollowI lay there with gloomy eyes, just waiting for his time to die.
"Hey, number 501. The execution has been decided."
That man eyes Just move around and don't answer anything. No wonder. There is no man in this world who does not remain silent in the face of his own death sentence.
"Last dinner Mr. Banwhat, What would you like to eat I don't mind if it's something I can prepare, but..."
"coffee"
Quietly, the man muttered with trembling lips.
"...Is it okay with something like that? Final Dinner?"
"ah"
The man slowly raises his upper body and peeks out his dark, cloudy eyes from between his unkempt bangs.
"That's good."
At least, a good dish at the end. With that in mind, I went out of my way to buy coffee beans, which had now become a valuable commodity, and used a mill that I also purchased to prepare a cup of coffee beans to grind.
"Surprisingly, it takes time."
Rough debris accumulates on the bottom every time you turn it. Come to think of it, black snow was piled up in this town that day as well.
Drop the powder on the filter that covers the cup and pour a small amount of hot water. Mixing with the warm steam, I felt a faint scent of powder caressing my face.
"why. Why did that man even go so far as to cause a riot against his homeland?"
Mud and snow, I was the one who caught that man with the red footprints there.
When the war happened The same yellow race as me, who lived in the land where I was. So why did he sneak into his army and attack his headquarters? I don't understand it at all.
"No, I steamed it a little too much."
Drive away your thoughts to a corner of your head and carefully pour in the hot water. The liquid that was extracted shimmered black under the light of the incandescent bulb.
"Here, it's the coffee you want. I gently held the hot cup that I had carried to the man's mouth. However, the man's expression remains as impudent as ever.
"What's wrong, aren't you drinking?"
When I asked that question, the man suddenly covered his mouth, started laughing as if to suppress my voice.
"What? What's wrong?"
"No, what. I just remembered my wife."
"Wife? Did you have a wife? Then why would you do something stupid like a riot?"
"...That's not true. It's precisely because I had a wife that I hit the head office with eight."
Saying so, the man took a sip, and drink the coffee .
“He… She always liked to drink a cup of coffee in the morning. No matter how many times I said no, I never doubted that I would like it.The same goes for war.My wife always believed in a peaceful future...just like that, she was shot dead by Them. That Man's eyes flickers black with the coffee.
"That's what it's like to give the motherland its fangs. That why you were there?"
"At least, my homeland is not this country."
Black water droplets run down the man's neck. But the man didn't care about it and continued to put his mouth to the cup.
"Feast"
"...was it delicious?" The man licks his lips,ClearvinegarI burst into tears and showed me the biggest smile I've ever had.
"No. After all, it's fucking bad"
Do you have any last words to say? The voice asking so at the execution ground Mr. berates to the depths of the prison.
"……thank you"
Certainly, I feel like I heard that, and I turned toward the place of
execution, clutching my cup.
A loud, continuous sound of gunfire. The roaring sound rips through my eardrums and makes me shiver.
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