Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

When Anemone, a full body armor, went outside to clean the store's house, there was a person crouching right in there.

There is a dungeon entrance and exit around here, and it is not uncommon to see a searcher who has made it to the ground with his life and is falling.

But it doesn't look like that this time.

"Are you all right?

"Yeah, I'm a little dazzled... but I think I brought it back."

Crouching was a woman with an umbrella.

Anemone looked familiar to her as she slowly stood up and raised her face.

"Oh, Mr. Anemone... it's been a while"

"Wet."

Good afternoon.

The woman smiles and picks the hem of her skirt as she stands up and meets.

She has known Anemone for a long time.

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As Fujiwara was wiping the items in the store with his nose alternating, he could hear the bell on the entrance and exit doors.

Apparently Anemone just came back to clean outside.

"Store manager, this is the customer"

There is a person following behind her, who squeaks his armor and walks towards you.

Sounds like a lady in her mid-twenties. He weaves a beige stall on a white piece and has a folded sun umbrella and basket in his hand.

I'm a first-time customer. It doesn't seem like a magician-inspired seeker, but it also seems like a shopper who visited mainly interested in judging from his baggage.

"Welcome," she says, and the lady comes closer to noticing here. Then he puts his hands in front of his body and bows carefully.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Deneb R. Faye"

"Ha."

"My sister took care of me this time. I came to thank you for that today."

"Eh."

Fujiwara scratched her head in trouble because she didn't know what she was saying.

"She's Lynne's sister," Annemone explains.

"Oh, well, that's on purpose."

Lynne was referring to a girl who was a regular guest of this store, The Age of the Good Old Mages. She was a runaway seeker, she had asked for company, and she had introduced Soara, another guest and explorer.

Apparently you came to say hello on the matter.

"I'm afraid with this stuff..."

Deneb opens the lid with the basket on top of the counter, saying so. The large plate she took out of there had apple pie on it that smelled fragrant.

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"Mr. Lynne, you seem to be doing well with Mr. Soara"

"Yeah. I never thought that pull-in-the-mill sister was a dungeon explorer with someone. These days, if you open your mouth, it's all about Soara."

Apparently, Deneb, the oldest daughter of the Morgan family, has burned something to take care of her youngest sister, Lynne. Then you won't be as happy or compelled to grow Linne as you are about my child.

Anemone gets ready for tea properly as she listens to Deneb's delightful talk beside her. First, line up the cups and pour the coffee for two at the counter table in the increased store, pouring plenty of goat's milk on one side. This is for Fujiwara and Anemone.

Deneb decided to add chamomile because both the coffee and the milk were in the stomach shape. Previously, there were two choices: alcohol and high alcohol, or too bitter coffee, but I persuaded Fujiwara, "We are in a coffee shop…", to offer tea and other kinds.

Of course, a cup of tea is apple pie.

At first the trick is to insert the cut in with the blade tip of a knife that has been creased into hot water on a sticky golden baked dough. This way, it can be cut well without crushing or shaping. When carefully cut, place on a small plate and distribute.

"Looks delicious."

"Her pie is really delicious."

"I'm already exaggerating."

That being said, Deneb doesn't look full.

By the way, it's delicious enough to stay cold, but Anemone's taste is what I put on the raw cream and put it in Ala mode after warming it back up. The more I do this, the better my cheeks fall off. That's how I'm going to sneak up on the rest of it.

"I'll take it then."

Fujiwara wrestles the apple pie with her usual palm and hand grip.

He grinned and chewed, but gradually slowed his mouth movement and eventually stopped moving without swallowing it forever.

Somehow that was the look I had when I encountered something I didn't understand.

……

"What do you say, Store Manager," Anemone sees the reaction, tilts her neck, and watches what she puts on her small plate.

It is the handmade apple pie that my usual friends make there. Was there a problem?

Anemone also carries pies cut with forks into her mouth.

Nor did the baking add or subtract impeccable fabric teeth. The subtle aroma of vanilla essence and the distinctive flavour of cinnamon add to the flavour.

"... Mm"

But she eventually finds the discomfort spreading through her mouth.

Deneb, who threw what was left of Anemone's small plate into his mouth, also made his face peel when he noticed something again, frowned, turned bright blue, and drank down what was in his mouth himself, then blurted into tears.

"Throw it away! Throw it away!

"... mugg"

Anemone manages to swallow with the help of a cafe latte, but her throat only slightly tingles. Everyone here will no longer have the courage to take a second bite.

Apple pie was almost impeccable.

To make just one very unfortunate point, that is that the seasoning used for stewing apples, which are utensils, is not sugar.

It was undoubtedly salt.

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With the biscuits of the 'earthdragon looking up to the sun' pavilion remaining, Anemone decided to serve it as a tea receptacle instead.

I asked him how he was doing as he offered what he had served on a small plate, but Deneb, sitting in the counter chair, remained unchanged earlier.

"... I should at least have tasted it... maybe I was so proud..."

Anemone also understands that there are other reasons why she's so depressed, partly because she's usually a good stepper and less of a failure.

Deneb has been a member of the Morgan family of witches for generations, specializing in dispensing, cooking, etc. Therefore he boasted that he had never made a fatal mistake before with what people utter.

"... here we go again. We have a wedding date... no. We'll stay like this for the rest of our lives... bumps..." and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so forth and so on and so forth and so forth and so

She was well aware and constantly striving to be an example to the lady, but the bad habit of continuing to reflect on herself without vision this way once depressed is the same.

"... um"

Anemone gets smaller in her helmet.

I had a depressed desire to cheer her up somehow, but I can't think of a good word to say or speak to you.

This is more or less what happened to her. She's a mess.

When he looks at Fujiwara with the intention of asking for help, he is also silently staring at Deneb again. I'm wondering what happened because that was a serious face sometime ago, and I notice this gaze, and I nod.

……

I see. Anemone thought.

I think I've come up with some good follow-ups for Fujiwara. From time to time I don't mind about other people, even he was only interested in old granting tools, but at times like this, I can count on him.

Please do me a favor and snort back.

"Mr. Deneb."

Then Fujiwara took action.

When he approached her and shouted, "Excuse me," he grabbed her white, thin hand.

Naturally confusing Deneb.

"Um... Master Fujiwara?

Excuse me for a moment.

"Ha...?

She gently tightens her mouth and tilts her little neck like she said she didn't know better.

"No, I've been wondering since I came to the store. I thought it sounded a little funny. In terms of deterioration, this is probably from the middle of" The Age of Good Old Mages. "

Deneb turns to me like he's in trouble.

Anemone noticed.

I noticed.

Fujiwara's serious glance earlier - to the fact that what lies ahead is not the depressing Deneb, but what she fits into her fingers.

And that he's full of curiosity about items he's never seen before, as usual.

"Would you mind if I took a look at that ring?

Again.

It gives me a headache to think back that silent interactions were completely unwilled.

No, it's never his fault.

I was foolish to expect him to be.

Because I should have known so much that Fujiwara when this happened was more of a person who didn't read the air than Deneb when he was depressed.

Anemone put it gently on the counter when she noticed that the basin in her hand was raising a smudge and a smudge at some point, she decided to have a reflection later.

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"First..."

Fujiwara wears monocular glasses and checks the ring.

It was made using a common casting method, but the material is gold (pink gold) close to the skin tone. The exterior depicts a maiden and the rose hair decorative part is decorated with a finely crafted ruby.

Only materials and sculptures were likely to be very popular with women, but they are extremely witchcraft on the inside.

There was a hand-dug saying, 'Beautiful enough to breathe in, to you'.

"... Hmm"

It also looks like a 'ring of charm' at first glance.

It is the name of the granting tool (magic item) that can make the appearance of the wearer look beautiful. Because of its effect, it is a well-known item that is in demand not only from women but also from men who are looking to marry each other, and in demand from many people.

It's not hard to say whether beauty simply increases.

"So..."

Fujiwara next puts a cover-up destruction spell on him and tries to pass magic through his fingertips. The ring reacts immediately, causing the blue glowing muscle to float and eventually form one pattern. It was indisputably a magic circuit.

"Cheng Cheng… it seems that this is definitely a granting tool"

Kane tells me it's probably not just a 'ring of charm'.

Many people are mistaken, but the effect is not such as to bring out the beauty of the user. Simply generating trace amounts of pheromones from your body increases your liking for those nearby.

But the only thing I could smell from Deneb earlier was the scent of perfume, and the signs of change to the body that Fujiwara actually feels at this moment is something else.

"Weren't you feeling weird lately?

"What... yeah. I had a rash earlier. I've always been like that lately... I'm sure you're old... hon. I thought you might be tired."

"Really?"

"What is this..." Deneb approached me and asked me in a low voice, embarrassed. "Isn't that a 'ring of charm'?

"I'm going to do a little appraisal."

Fujiwara smiles and answers that.

Apparently she remained unapproved and used this item.

If this is a granting tool that does harm to the user rather than a 'ring of attraction', there will be no other appraiser left who can correct it.

When I took the rubber band out of my black apron pocket and tied my hair up, I decided to start analyzing it quickly.