Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Mr. Randy...... this is so delicious! [incomprehensible]

"Thank you for saying that, Lucia"

The town of Rice in the early morning. In the liquor store that was there, Randy, the owner of the store, was having breakfast with Lucia and the others. In other words, Lucia and the three of them have been staying at the liquor store for two days now and had each meal made randy.

Not "Hmm. Sure, it works, it's deep miso soup inside."

"That's very tasty. Not this miso soup.

That said, Theresa and Beatrice sipping miso soup with mushrooms like Nameko that they could have taken in the woods. Lucia also seemed to like Randy's miso soup.

Then, seeing how the three of them were doing, Randy mouthed it like this, good at it.

"Actually, the miso I use for this miso soup was also made by us, right?

"" "What..." "

"Was it a surprise?

"Ugh, um... It wasn't just the booze that your lord made..."

"Yeah, unexpected...... You do everything, don't you? Mr. Randy..."

"It's amazing how you make alcohol and miso by yourself..."

"No. If you get used to it, there's no such thing, is there?

With that said, Randy mouths the meal herself, blushing in embarrassment.

She seemed to be cutting up the liquor store by herself, as Beatrice put it. It should be noted that the details of where her family is and what they are doing are unknown, since their very existence, everyone, has not hesitated to listen.

"But isn't it tough? I don't know how much liquor or miso you make at a time, but I think cooking and stirring rice and soybeans, carrying and washing large barrels takes a lot of effort..."

"It was tough at first, but that's not happening right now. Still, Teresa... you know a lot about it, don't you? Could it be that in Mid-Eden, they run a brewery?

"No, isn't that true? The concubine just keeps yasley, hammer and drill in the workplace. If you insist on the name of your profession... you're unemployed!

"Ha..."

He didn't have a word to understand other than what the hell Teresa was talking about, Yasuri and Hammer, and Randy leans his neck strangely.

Meanwhile, Teresa's words, both Beatrice and Lucia, seemed to have something to say, and each said something like this.

"If Teresa says she's unemployed... am I unemployed too?

"I wonder if I will, too? Well, I'm not getting paid by anybody."

Of all the randies I've heard about...

"... then how do you all live?

- The natural question seems to have arisen. If she doesn't have an income, she didn't wonder how the hell she was buying food and consumables.

In contrast, the three people who were turned to that question also seemed troubled by what a good answer would be.

"Well... when it comes to meals, the hunter or Eve will make them..."

"The clothes are also being turned around by Master Cortex and Mr. Julia for what they make with their hobbies..."

"Waltz will make me a place to live too...... What if the concubines, the unemployed are unemployed... but don't they need money to live?

"Oh, but in my case, you need some to buy sushi, so you make your own metal for that, and you're making money selling it, right?

"Uh... Um... after all, folks, who are you?

Randy asks questions with a suspicious look on his face, either because the three of them couldn't imagine their personal lives in the words they utter.

Such was her battle against a small amount of spending, not only on food, consumables and taxes, but also on the sourcing of rice and soybeans that would be needed to make liquor and miso. That is why I seem to have been surprised by the fact that I heard three people talking about 'not working but not having trouble with money'.

How do you live without working...... I would say, for example, that even if it wasn't Randy who was listening to the story, it was a question that everyone would have in common.

"Who are the concubines...? Of course, the Chirimen Inquirer."

"No, Teresa. From the word" chisel, "I don't know what that means, right? I think we should think of another explanation."

"Hmm... Then again, the royal family of Mid-Eden..."

"That's just Teresa, so it's none of our business..."

Listen to Teresa talk to Lucia like that.

"... Um... that's a joke, right?

- And Randy mouths the word of confirmation, remembering that he had the same exchange the other day.

Then Lucia answered her, shaking her head.

"It's half a joke, I wonder if it's half true. Teresa, you used to (...) be royal, didn't you? But now it's Teresa from (...). And I'm just a town girl, too, right? So, Bear..." Chi

"Am I Teresa's wife?/(adj-na, adv-to) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

"... because? Simply put, apart from me, everyone had a title... but now all three of them are just town daughters, living in the king's capital of Mid-Eden, right?

"Um... I mean, that's..."

And keep it up, Randy, you're going to shut up. When she gradually blued her face and began to tremble into small pieces, she seemed to begin to turn her head in some strange direction.

"... I don't think so? This..."

"That's why I told you to keep it for the three daughters of the Chimene Inquirer..."

"Well, at this point, and it's not good if I tell you the truth?

Three people to see how Randy is, hold his head, and talk to each other like that.

Then they seem, after all, to have explained themselves to an indiscriminate extent. As a result, all three of them burned their hands or not to calm Randy, who started turning too many eyes of confusion......

By the way, it didn't seem that they revealed who they were because of anything whimsical or the flow of the story, all three of whom needed to reveal their identities at this point in the third day.

Anyway, what they were going to do ahead was an unusual task, far from the word "common"...