Extraordinary – Ordinary – Soap!

Mr. Camoranage's shop was a liquor store. I heard it was the dining room, but alcohol seems to be the main thing rather than the main meal. Is it because it's a festival?

"Sorry, I've been introduced to your work..."

The store was full of male customers who already felt good. Is it Mr. Camoranage, the owner of the store, the man with the beard who is pouring ale at the counter in the back?

It seems that my voice has not reached Mr. Camoranage, having been erased by the sound of a whimsical circle.

"Welcome! One person?

"What, I've been introduced to your work……"

A little troubled, a tall woman who was on the payroll noticed me and spoke to me. From what I've seen, it looks like five years older than me. I have beautiful red copper hair that I put together.

"Oh, you applied for a dishwashing job. That helps. The back of that door is the kitchen, so go away. I'm Pia. My daughter here. Nice to meet you."

"It's Lucia. Best wishes!

When Mr. Aimone handed him the paper he gave him, Mr. Pier ran a glimpse and screwed it into his apron pocket.

I went to the kitchen as I was instructed, looking sideways at the condition.

"That, who?

Inside was a man even older than Mr. Pier. I have a black apron and my hair the same color as Mr. Pier is stuck and upside down. Brother...... or something? Very similar.

"It's called Lucia. I'm here to help you wash your dishes."

"Uh, that one. I'm really here. Heh. And a girl. Fine, fine! I'm Lauro. Nice to meet you, Lucia. Wash your plates now."

When prompted by a light tone to look into the wash bucket, a large number of plates are indeed rammed unconstructively.

"Yes, you should wash this. Please also turn the pot or something. I'll wash it."

Arm around and try a pile of plates. This will ring your arms!

"Hey, you're tired."

As I continued to wash the dishes, I was accidentally deprived of the product in my hand. When I give him my face, Mr. Lauro is looking at this one as he nicks.

"It's a lot more handy, you. Wow, that was so helpful!

"You still have the wash, don't you?

"Yeah, that's it, but the store's calm now, and you're not going to bribe me? So, just take Pier's place for a short time. Because I want to give him a break."

"I understand."

"I'm sorry. It's bad for your self-proclaimed lover when you put it on the table, but you can't replace your belly on your back?" Cooperate for our little billboard girl. "

To what Mr Lauro said, I lost my word for a moment. How do you know about Mr. Ceres??

"Do you know about Mr. Ceres?!?"

"Are you calling me Ceres? I don't know. But... Yeah, I don't know. Here, follow me. I put this on where I can see it, and it's amazing."

With Mr. Lauro's trick to show him by tapping his clavicle lightly with a ton, I could see what he was saying. You mean the Omaginai Mr. Ceres followed you on the way out?

"Is this such a famous Omaginai?

At first, you were surprised because he suddenly kissed you on the neck. Was it something magical that hurt? Mr. Ceres, you said you could use a little wind magic.

I asked him that question, but what returned was a laugh.

"Yeah...... yeah, right, famous. I've never seen him that grand, and I've never seen him not know who he's wearing. Interesting, you guys. Yah, I'd love to see you two interact!

Something's wrong with my reaction. Does this mean you're not Omaginai? Then what!?

"Maybe... was it something I shouldn't show people too much?

When he was worried about Russia, Mr. Lauro nodded as he wiped the tears in his eyes. ─ ─ Oh, my God!

In an instant my blood caught on, Mr. Lauro kindly told me what it was.

─ ─ Mr. Ceres! Oh my god you did such a great job!!

"But don't worry about it. Go."

"Um, I came here to talk about dishwashing..."

I was honestly going to replace ”Omaginai" until I found out something, but now that I know what it is, I don't have the courage to go out in public anymore. I'm fiercely embarrassed! If there's a hole, I want to hide!

"Then come on, you can roll this."

Mr. Lauro took the cloth out of the shelf and showed it to me, blushing by suppressing what was pointed out. It's a tannic color stall.

"My uncle's, well, it's a short time, and be patient. I'm sorry. Eat well, take turns? There will be another wave of guests soon."

"Yes, no."

If alternation is inevitable no matter how, you have to hide it.

I wrapped the stall around my neck, which I was given half crying.