Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

The sky is blue.

The sun is calm.

As for Lynne, this is the kind of day she wants to take her time at home drinking herbal tea (herbal tea) and encourage her to read, but only today she was in the middle of a little walking race.

"Probably."

At the end of the road, my partner is calling.

Lynne didn't want me to be too unscrupulous.

In Swordsmen and Mages, your feet are too fast and your basic health is too different. Could Soara give me a few more legs?

"All right, all right."

Lynne, who was stopping and breathing, had no choice but to run out again.

But I'm not in a position to complain much.

Because the cause of the delay was undoubtedly in Lynne.

I couldn't sleep much last night because I was thinking late, and I fell asleep.

Lynne had a certain problem these days.

That's about to be explored.

There were things I didn't think I could do like this, and I was wondering if I should tell Soara about it.

Around dawn without a conclusion, he began to groan, and when he realized, the sun was rising high in the sky.

Soara laughed at me at the end of the day, "You sound like some sort of store manager," and it was very dishonorable for Lynne to have early sleep and early wake as her life creed.

"Follow, follow, follow."

I manage to get to Soara's place.

Exhaling and looking up, she stared at this one with a strange face.

"Lynne."

"What, what?

"There's wrinkles between my eyebrows again."

"Shh. I don't like it."

Lynne rushed to rub between her eyebrows.

"I've been looking at that face a lot lately, but are you thinking?

"Nothing. Nothing."

"Yes, that would be nice."

"What if the wrinkles don't go away?"

There are many in Lynne who have wrinkles between their brows.

My grandmothers, who are witches, and my usually sweet sister, Deneb, when she gets in a bad mood, wrinkles between her eyebrows like a young face in the far east and makes a horrible face.

Honestly, I thought I'd hate it if it came to that.

Tomorrow I'll look up the skin between my eyebrows with clutter in mind, thinking it might be ours.

"Haha. Come on, we're almost there. Let's do our best."

"Ugh."

Soara ran out again and followed its back.

It's almost there to a store (antique shop) that specializes in the granting tools for the purpose.

I was off exploring the dungeon today, and I was meeting Anemone at the store this afternoon.

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"Momogu... Mr. Anemone, this strawberry cake is delicious too."

"Momogu...... Hmm! The sourness of the cream is perfectly balanced. I can't wait to sponge your moist, fine tongue!

"Momogu... Mr. Anemone, this milk crepe looks delicious too"

"Momogu...... Mmm! What is this luxurious cake? Is there even thinly sliced fruit instead of just raw cream between layers of overlapping dough (crepe)? Besides, the variety varies from one layer to another: grapes, apples. Manager, what's with this green one?

"You're a melon."

"Mmmm, I don't know. It's fruit. That's a lot deep."

Today's Granted Tools store (Antique Shop) The Age of the Good Old Mages is temporarily closed.

Instead, the cake buffet had begun in the store.

Rinne and the others reach out one after the other to ascertain the flavour of several hole cakes arranged narrowly in the prepared round table (table).

The makeup box containing the cake depicts a shack with a melted roof. It is the unmistakable mark (logo) of The Witch's House (Hexenhouse) on Boulevard. This is a testament to our reputation as a confectionery factory that needs to be lined up early in the morning.

"I'm glad you came running"

"Yeah."

Soara cheeks Strawberry Cake with a happy face.

Lynne also carefully chopped up the losing and the millefeuille in front of her with a fork and carried it to her mouth. The smoothness of the tongue of the raw cream and the rich flavour of the fruit make me feel so happy even this.

"You didn't have to rush over to the basket. There's still plenty of cake."

"Is that it? I couldn't wait, and who was trying to pick me up?

"Bullshit, will the manager shut up?"

"Ha ha... oh this is pretty tasty too"

Anemone, who only removed her usual full body armor from her helmet, stared at her with a shy face.

Fujiwara, the smiling shopkeeper, narrows his shoulder and carries Gato - Chocolate - into his mouth.

Soara pokes her shoulder with her fingers as Lynne smiles at the interaction between the two as she puts her mouth on the mug.

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She let me show her around the top of her strawberry cake at the tip of the fork.

There's a message plate made of chocolate on there. There was nothing written on the surface that looked like a letter.

But instead one pattern is drawn.

What is depicted there is indisputably a sign of being a one-man seeker.

Same mark as the 'sign of trespass' you two just earned.

"♣ (Club)".

Fujiwara just called out to me, 'Why don't you have some cake?'

Anemone said she suddenly wanted to eat baked confectionery, so she picked it up.

But if you look at that message, there's no way you don't realize why Linne and the others were invited today.

"I have to thank you later."

Soara tells me in her ear.

Lynne nodded delightfully, almost crying unexpectedly.

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"How about a replacement?"

"Thank you."

Lynne receives the mug that Fujiwara has softly offered her.

When I put my mouth on it, it was just a cafe ole with no sugar or honey.

I just wanted something refreshing because I ate too much sweet and my taste was paralyzed.

It's a delightful concern.

Lynne put the mug down and breathed.

On the plate in front of me is a nearly collapsed Zcot cake waiting. This raw cream with chopped nuts had a unique texture and a great preference, but my hands had stopped where I attacked up to half.

"Is that enough?

"I may be hungry..."

"I'm going to heartburn if I eat any more too," Soara said.

"Then I think it's a good idea to keep it on track"

"Momogu... the store manager, is that enough?" Anemone with raw cream on her cheeks asks.

Several different types of cakes pile up high on her large plate, like this or something.

Apparently, her tea time wasn't nearly over yet.

"Yeah, fine. This is going to be a good job."

"Hmm. But you're in trouble..."

That's what Anemone said when she clouded her face on the lid.

"When that happens, what do I do with the cake that's still there? If we don't eat soon, the cream's gonna melt, too, right?

She cares about the cake of those who have not yet been cut apart. I can't eat like this. It's like I'm showing them where they're going.

"Yes, Mr. Anemone is still coming in."

"Well, I won't be in there for a little while."

Fujiwara has been watching this one in silence, so Lynne and Soara make him nod.

"Then shouldn't Mr. Anemone eat the rest?

"Right. If the manager says so, that's a business order. Then there's no choice. I have to clean it up if I'm going to work. I don't have a choice."

That's what Anemone said with a face that seemed happy back to back with what she said. Then I put the rest of the cake together and pull it over to hand and start lining it up.

As far as she's concerned, I guess it's a piece of cake (pepper) if you leave it to her.

Anemone is always healthy.

And it was strange because it makes me so happy to see her eat something that looks delicious.

"... that?

Lynne has found something to worry about the pretense.

It is the blade that Anemone uses to cut the cake apart.

That didn't seem like a cake knife, no matter what you think.

Because first the length was small sword (short sword) to the extent that it could be said. Besides, it has a pattern and even a creepy design. You can't even look like a little ghost (goblin) or a bat fairy (gremlin). You're losing weight.

I wondered if maybe it was from the store.

"- Oh, Mr. Soara, what happened to that injury?

Fujiwara's voice enters my ear on the lid.

Apparently, the bandage Soara had wrapped around her arm stopped in her eyes.

"Is this it? A little poison arrow plundered... Oh, but I used the store manager's first aid kit and it healed quickly."

A first-aid kit is a set of regular medicines sold in this store.

It was treasured during the search because it was possible to buy highly practical chemicals in the search for dungeons in bulk at a price of conscience.

"That was good. Just in case, put on a damp cloth made of poisonous grass."

"Thank you"

Half the cause of Soara's injury was on her.

When Soara was inadvertently trapped during her quest, and a poisonous arrow came down like rain, she received an arrow because she had covered herself.

Soara removes the bandage from her arm and her arm skin becomes dewy.

Though it's almost healed, you know. There were traces of a thin, red line.

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"It looks like the leather armor has gotten a lot more scratches."

Soara, who was getting an arm allowance, says so and checks her armor.

I bought it when I visited this labyrinth city, but if you ask me, it certainly seemed a lot more miserable.

"You might want to get your gear back on."

"You mean a new armor?

"Yeah. I'll keep it cheap if it's in our house."

"... but I'd like a new weapon if I could."

Every time we go down the hierarchy, the strength of the monster is definitely increasing.

But the key Sword of Fire (Firesword) has remained useless since the fierce battle on the fifth basement.

So as a Soara, I wanted to strengthen my sword for everyday use.

We can afford a little money, too.

"Is there an affordable weapon (antique)?

I knew there was no way I could get a grant tool at such a low price, but I won't ask.

"... Hmm. Then this is it."

Fujiwara reached over the table to see what she thought.

And I take something that was left near the line of cakes.

That's a blade.

It is the cake knife used to cut the cake apart.

I didn't particularly care until now, but if you look closely, the blade crossing was as long as a small sword.

Besides the odd design, it didn't look like kitchen supplies, no matter what.

"Killer Killer (Goblin Vane)"

Soara complains of Fujiwara's blatant words.

Lynne drops a fork from her hand that was poking at the cake she left behind, and Anemone is stiffened and immobilized with the cake cheeky.

"It was mass-produced in what is once said to have happened in the Little Ghost War, and it exerts immense power over the little Ghost -"

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"- What's wrong with all of you?

"Uh... was that a weapon?

sooner than the other two, Soara asks, recovering from shock.

"Yes, of course."

Apparently, this shopkeeper was replacing the store's equipment with a cake knife.

"Um... are you dedicated to little ghosts?

"Isn't that right?

"I ate the cake..."

Lynne looks pathetically at the plate in front of her and the little sword in Fujiwara's hand alternately as she blues her face.

"... Store Manager"

Only his mouth was opened with the likewise blue-faced anemone still stiff.

"Yes, what is it?

"We were using it to cut the cake?

"It's okay. I wash it beautifully. Maybe it hasn't been used in the last hundred years."

Fujiwara said so without incident.

"That's not the problem!

"I ate the cake!

"What are you gonna do to me!

"What are you gonna do to me!

Annemone banged the table with a yell, and Lynne also continued to bang the table with a scream.

Evacuated from about two people, Fujiwara is still slightly grinning and leaning her neck.

It's strange because this shopkeeper is usually flat on meticulous care-giving habits occasionally.

"Soara says something too!

"Soara said it too!

"... well, it was delicious, so I guess not."

"" Eh ""

"That's right. Please both apprentice Mr. Soara."

"" Don't tell me, Store Manager!

Soara decided to split up about the cake knife.

The food is delicious and if it doesn't break my stomach, I think that's fine.

When I rode the mountain with my master, I must have become tolerant because I was living a more hygienic life.

Now I was more concerned about "Killer Killer" than that.

I wanted to hear more about adding to the new weapon.

It would also be important to ascertain the compatibility of the sword itself, while furthering its ability as a grant tool.

"Mr. Fujiwara, may I see that sword?