Ring Ring

"That's hard to dry"

He touches the coat he was drying behind the store and Shiori says as troubled. Yesterday, the rainy coat I borrowed from the gatekeeper's knight was still moist and damp.

"It's not raining, but the weather is still bad today... I think we should dry it in a warm shop."

It may dry quickly if it is dried anywhere near Kama. I think so, retrieve my jacket under cloudy weather.

When I entered the store from the back entrance, one customer came to the store at some point.

"I'm sorry. Back, I was, I didn't realize"

Apologizing for saying so, Shiori put his coat on the workbench and headed to the counter.

"No, that's okay. I just got here, too."

The customer was an elegant, gray-haired gentleman. I'm about seventies old and have a cane, but my spine is stretched and my ankles are firm and youthful.

Are you from the city? And Shiori wondered. It always seemed like an upper-class person with a slightly different vibe from the customers who came to the store.

"Looking for something?

Ask questions with a little nervousness. The gray-haired gentleman answered looking at the bins of various medicines lined up on the store shelves.

"No, I don't have the medication I need urgently."

"Yes..."

Then why did you come? I can't even say that.

When a shabby poetry weave somehow organizes the counter, etc.

"Actually, it's on the street. I heard rumors about this store."

That's what the gentleman said and cheered when he saw the poetry weave over his glasses.

"Rumors?"

"Yes. It's not a bad rumor. It's a good rumor that the medicine in this store works well."

Poetry weave is also attached to break the expression. I would love to be complimented on the store.

"Looks like your daughter is still young... is this your shop?

The gentleman looked over at the store and made sure there was no one else before asking.

"No. Store owner, there's more. I'm not here right now."

"Really?"

Roche is still out this morning. The store number on its own was already becoming normal for Shiori.

"Actually, I was a doctor. I was wondering if you had any good medicine."

"Doctor......!

It does look like it, a nodding poetry weave.

"Many of my patients make abrasions and cuts. And then there's the beating. Is there a drug that works for that kind of thing?

"Uh..."

Shiori headed towards the shelf and lifted a larger, brown bottle. Inside, dried herbs are chopped into a thousand pieces of moderate size.

"This, wound medicine. Put it back in a little water, hey, put it on a clean gauze and stick it to the wound. Sure, after a scratchy wash."

Open the lid of the bottle and tilt the contents to look like a gray-haired gentleman.

This wound medicine is a medicine that covers the body fluids that come out of the wound to keep them dry and heals them by harnessing their self-healing power. Shiori thinks it may be similar to the wet therapy that has recently been known in Japan. When I first heard the explanation from Roche, I thought, "Oh, you have a similar effect to that elevated bond cream? 'Cause it was.

"And I also recommend this and this"

Shiori took two small bins this time.

"Over here, fever in the affected area, medicine to dissipate. Here, pain in the affected area, medicine to relieve"

"Is this pain medication the one where the powder from the root of the silol is used?

"I'm sorry, wait a minute"

Shiori took the notebook out of the shelf next to the counter and began to turn flat. It's a note in Japanese that Roche told me about the medicine.

The recipe for the medicine should not be told to anyone else, but it will be fine when it comes to Sirol. It is a widely known medicinal herb for pain relief.

"Yes, silol main ingredients. But there are a few other things in there that are different. So it should be effective."

"Hmm."

The gray-haired gentleman put his hand on his chin as he conceived.

And

"So shall I try and get those three pills? If it seems to work better than what you're using now, let me keep buying it again."

"Thank you."

Yay, and Shiori smiled. I get one new customer.

Besides, there was only a doctor, and the amount of medicine I bought was different from the average customer.

"Um... I can handle the pain taking pills and the fever taking pills, the inventory. But there's not enough wound pills. Purchase of medicinal herbs, required. So it'll take a week until we can get it ready."

"I don't mind," said Shiori, apologizing, while the gentleman paid the advance.

"Which is a little too much for me to take home alone today. I'll be back in a week with my luggage."

Poetry Weaving giggles back at the smiling gentleman. He's a good guy... and lets his heart cheer.

I don't think I will forget, but I will write down on paper the type and amount of medicine I received for my order. The letters in this world can only be written about numbers, so in Japanese.

"Your name, what?

"My name is Syllabus"

Mr. Syllabus, that's a word I used to hear in college. Easy to remember. Poetry weave that takes note of its name as well, thinking, etc. Seeing her rear like that, Fuji Syllabus asked the question.

"Isn't that what knights use?

What he was looking at was the jacket he had on the workbench. What I borrowed from the gatekeeper's knight yesterday.

Why are you here? Seeing the expression of the heard syllabus, Shiori explained it depended on the matter. I borrowed it from a friendly gatekeeper because someone wanted to see me and I went to the castle, but I didn't see him in the end, and it rained when I gave up and tried to come home.

"Someone you want to see? Do you even know your daughter who works at the castle?

"No, uh..."

Shall I explain or not, Shiori got lost. If I told you I knew a hero, would they still think I was lying?

The syllabus says gently so as to give peace of mind to the poetic weave at last.

"Actually, I worked for the castle, too. It's an exclusive Knights doctor. If your daughter's acquaintance is someone I know, I'll give her a message. Your daughter wanted to see you."

"Ho, true!?

Shiori inadvertently stepped himself out of the counter.

"Oh, um... someone I know, Crust Orfeld. I believe you. Maybe you can't, but it's true. An old acquaintance. I want to see him."

My feelings get high and I talk fast.

When I gave the name of the crust, Syllabus still opened his eyes to a little surprise. Maybe you can't believe there's a connection between a normal daughter working in a small pharmacy and a national hero.

"True,. Shh, no. Before I became a crust hero, an old acquaintance"

But did you relieve the serious eyes of the poetic weave who complained so, the syllabus, after a little thought,

"Yeah, I don't think your daughter's a liar. As you get older, you think you have eyes for people. Really, Orpheus..."

And I nodded.

"Crust, you know what?

"Yeah, sure. I've known him before he became a hero, too. Ever since I first joined the Knights."

"Um, well, I'd like you to tell me... that I'm here, that I miss you..."

At Shiori's request, Syllabus shook his head "No". but as soon as I laughed at the poetry weave that lowered my eyebrows as confused as it was, the nice gentleman said:

"Let's bring him directly here. A week later, as a luggage holder."

I could see the joy spreading across my chest and the paa and flowers blooming in my brain. Poetry Weaving broke his face as he heard the sound of the trumpet blowing by the little angel.

"Oh, thanks......!

I didn't think this was the place, at this time, to get a chance to meet with Crust. Shiori shook Syllabus's hand as he was about to cry lightly, and the pre-election politician exchanged his best and deepest handshakes.

"When you're so grateful, you're kind of happy with this one," the syllabus laughs, etc.

"Orfeld, you're a busy man, but, well, you'll be fine. I'll get you there."

"Thank you, really. Much appreciated."

"I don't mind. And that jacket, why don't you give it back to the gatekeeper from me? We're going back to the castle anyway."

Point to the jacket on the workbench and the syllabus offers.

He's a really good guy. Super Gentleman! Though I thought so, Shiori shook her neck to the side. If you ask Syllabus for anything more, that he'll bring crusts on top of you for buying a lot of pills, he's going to hit a bee.

"Thank you, but I'll give it back myself,. I'd like to thank you in person."

I'm reluctant to return what I owe people. Besides, the coat is still raw and dry, so I felt sorry to have it held in the syllabus and returned it to the gatekeeper.

"Really?" the syllabus cheered, then checking the pocket watch he had in his pocket and speaking to Shiori like he was in a little panic before leaving the store.

"Oh, I seem to have stayed a long time. It's time to go back...... I'll see you in a week, ma'am, with you, Aufeld."

"I'm waiting, it is. Thanks!"

Yay! Now I can see Crust. Finally......!

Waiting a week later, Shiori raised her chest.