Ring Ring

"I'm going back to the store now, but -- I don't know, they've been ravaging me, so I have to clean it up. Let me rest here till you're all set."

Roche told Shiori as he glimpsed Shire.

"Yeah, I'll be back when Mr. Syllabus gives me permission."

"Wait a minute, Shiori"

And that's where the crust waits.

Moving up to the front of Shiori, he grabbed both of those shoulders and gazed at each other.

"Nothing. I don't have to work anymore. I'll take care of as much as I want. I mean, let me see. How much I took care of him in Japan."

"Oh, no! You don't have to worry about anything in Japan."

The crust speaks to me in Japanese, so I also return the poetry weave in Japanese.

My lightly grabbed shoulder twitched with tension. I get doggy when I'm touched by a crust. I was worried that they would notice my face turning red, and I got upset.

"Besides, I like my job and I'm going to keep doing it, rather if they take my job away from me now...... Anyway, I'm going back to the store with Roche."

"He's not very trustworthy"

Shiori laughed bitterly as the crust creased between her eyebrows and said: Speaking in Japanese, Roche won't know what they're saying.

"Sure, you look alittle. I thought it was really suspicious at first, too. I'm still not sure if I'm a good guy or a bad guy. But I think the roots are good people."

"But the guy was letting Shiori make ecstasy, wasn't he?

"But I'm already saying I'm quitting my business that way... Besides, Roche owes me a favor when I came to this world. Without him, I might have sold my body by now."

And I thought "Shit" after Shiori said that much. The crust in front of me is hardened like a stone. Isn't he even holding his breath?

I'm sure this will make me blame myself again. Because crust is responsible and gentle.

"Um, so anyway, what I'm trying to say is that Roche is a pretty trustworthy guy. Don't say it too badly because you're the one who gave me the job and the place and knowledge to live. He's a benefactor."

"... eh"

When Shiori said it like it was troublesome, Crust glanced at her all the way up to endure something.

"That man made me a poet for what I should have done. What I should have done..."

And grumble bitterly.

Then once I closed my eyes and exhaled to contain my emotions, I just walked over to Roche's.

"You saw him once before. I'm Crust Orpheus. I didn't even think Shiori was working in that shop."

When Crust spoke in these words, Roche, who looked tired, also raised one corner of his mouth and smiled badly as usual.

"Oh, thank you then"

"It looks like Shiori has been taken care of, thanks from me too"

"I can't believe Sama the hero thanked me. This is between me and her."

"Roche!"

Shiori rushes to stop Roche as the crust opens his eyes to a slightly ferocious look. I want you to stop teasing me because Crust is a serious person with a strong sense of responsibility.

When Shiori stared, Roche shrugged her shoulders like a child found pranking.

"I'm just going back to the store! I won't say anything extra to Crust!

Guru pushes Roche's back and tries to drive him out of front of the crust.

Crust lost his expression to the look of the two as if they were twisted. The poetry line, "Don't say anything extra to the crust," also seems to say, "Because I'm an outsider," and he snapped his chest.

He looked horribly serious and stuffed himself in poetry again. Restraint the hands of the poetic weave touching Roche's back and force him to turn back towards himself.

"Wait. Could that man be Shiori's lover? Speaking of which, I told you not to say anything bad about him earlier."

I was a crust who used Japanese before when I spoke to Shiori, but now I can't even afford that, I was blamed for doing it in this language and speaking quickly.

Shiori said in Odood and Japanese, while a little surprised at how such a crust looked.

"No, so that's because Roche is the benefactor... it doesn't mean anything else. There can't be a lover."

"Is that true? Please don't lie to me. If you tell Shiori that you have a lover here, I have no right to say it anyway. Of course it is.... but at least tell me who the other guy is, please. I need to know who took your heart. Are you a trustworthy guy? What the hell looks like, what personality do you have, and what did you like about him --"

"Ma, wait... calm down! Because there's no lover here or there (Japan)!

Shiori raised her voice in an effort to stop the quick-talking crust. I didn't see how he could be so desperate.

The crust quieted for a moment, slightly tilting his neck.

"... really?

Shiori nods as she thinks the trick is a little cute.

The crust breathed in a howl, with a glowing grin.

"Good."

Dazzling. Very dazzling.

Shiori unexpectedly narrows her eyes to that smile.

And Crust has made this suggestion.

"But if he's not your lover, I wonder if we can keep living together under one roof. I've been to that store once, but the building itself isn't that big, and it's small, right?

Surprised at what he was trying to say, Crust continued in an honest tone.

"So Shiori can live in my mansion. I'll have a carriage, so it won't be hard to get to the store every day."

"... Huh?

Am I in Crust's house?

Living with a crust you love?

Perhaps that is a suggestion that should be pleasing if we think about it normally. But for Shiori today, it is also tantamount to torture.

I can't believe you let me stay at Crust's house where my fiancée is...

You're too narrow on your shoulders, and I'm sure you're going to experience a lot of mental pain. Every day I see him face to face with Crust and realize once again his goodness and kindness, but this man doesn't belong to me, so I go through the wounds of a broken heart.

If I lived like that, I wouldn't be able to heal my wounds forever.

Shiori turned blue and shouted.

"Absolutely not! I can't believe you live with a crust!

Because I said it in Japanese, Shile, Roche, and Garrell would not have made sense. But of course, it just passed on to the crust. Instead, it passed too far and drilled a hole in his heart.

Crust grabbed Shiori's shoulder in horror, shaking his hands lightly in shock after often silently taking that awesome destructive word.

"... you're still mad at me, aren't you? I haven't noticed Shiori coming here for two months... and I... need you to forgive me... for hating me... that sort of thing..."

The words of the crust gradually disappeared smaller and smaller.

Shiori shakes her head "no".

"That's not what I said! That doesn't matter. I told you I wasn't mad anymore."

"Then why...!

The crust was in these words, and Shiori was having a conversation in Japanese. They can't afford to watch out for each other's words.

Keep an eye on the bizarre interaction between the two, with Shire a little harrassment - I wonder if he thinks Crust will raise his hand to Poetry Weaving - so that he can put it to a halt at any time - and Roche and Garrell watched calmly. I think it's just like a crazy fight.

"Please, tell me why. Otherwise, I can't bring you back to that store. I thought you slept in the same house every night--"

So Crust glanced at Roche with his burning eyes.

"--I 'm going crazy with jealousy"

A crust would make it possible, and Garrell hits on swallowing. The only people giving out the pressing air on this occasion are Crust and Shiori, and Shire, the outsider who is breathlessly watching the exchange.

Shiori shakes her neck sideways like she couldn't stand it. Tears accumulated in my eyeballs seemed to overflow now.

"I can't believe I'm jealous...! Why would you say that? Something that makes me expect... Terrible, Crust."

Swallowing a whimper that was about to leak out, Shiori glared at his opponent.

Give me your favorite crust.

"You have a fiancée......!

I've always liked crusts, but I'm trying to pull myself clean!

If he noticed, Shiori was sobbing so badly and pounding the chest of the crust with both hands.

"That's an interesting sight"

"I don't know what you're talking about, though."

Roche groans emotionally, Garrell says softly. Shail was a little awkward as to whether he should stop Shiori.

And Crust was distracted by what she said that she wouldn't listen while worrying about Poetry Weaver's hand attacking "hit the button on my clothes and get hurt".

"Shiori, calm down. Wait a minute. You've always liked me, really...? No, that's important too, but leave it now..."

The crust seemed a lot confused too. He manages to sort out the story as he catches both hands of Shiori coming up with a cute attack.

"He said I have a fiancée... could he be talking about Princess Cattleya?

"Yes, let go...!

Shiori trying to escape restraint, but never Krust trying to escape. Grab both wrists of Shiori disappointingly with one hand and add the other hand to Shiori's cheek.

Making me look up all the time, Shiori stared at the crust with tear-wet eyes.

But no attack works on the current crust. Got the word from poetry weave that "I've always liked crusts," for the current crust.

He regained his original spare time and whispered gently so that he could deceive Shiori in Japanese.

"Shiori, no. Sure, there are rumors like that around... rumors are secretly spreading about me and Master Cattleya getting engaged, etc, but that's bullshit. To be honest, His Majesty has asked me if I would come to my son-in-law. You said I could do my daughter. Perhaps that leaked from someone and became a rumor. But His Majesty didn't mean what you said... and somehow he is drowning Master Katrea. Truth is, you don't want to marry your daughter for the rest of your life."

That's what I said, and Crust laughed like trouble.

But Shiori is not in a funny mood yet. Seeing the rugged face of Shiori, the crust continues ahead.

"But even though I was half joking, I said no to that story from His Majesty. Because I have someone in my heart."

So the crust, with a melting grin, mouthed into the eyes of a tearful poetry weave.

……

To the sudden kiss, Shiori is greatly upset.

But the act was deeply affectionate enough to take account even of the dull poetic weave. There was definite warmth in the lips of the crust.

(Huh? Huh?... Huh? No way......)

That's right. Shiori also realized who his thinker was, and at that moment, he blushed.

The black thing in the back of my chest clears up in an instant.

(Crust likes me too...?

Incredible, dreamy fact. I accidentally wanted to follow my cheeks to see if this was real, but my hands still remain restrained, so it won't come true.

"I refused to talk about the engagement because I couldn't forget about me...?

Shiori looked up at the crust to confirm. The voice is slightly trembling because of the joy hidden within.

The crust points its gentle smile at the poetic weave, which has always been sweet since earlier.

"That's right. Have you noticed now? Since I was in Japan, you've been holding my heart."

So again, now I dropped my mouth on my cheek. Shiori is distracted by the fact that the crust liked herself and is not aware that she is being kissed again.

Nicely that Shiori was making a big deal out of his arms, the crust went on to mouth on the edge of his lips as well. Shail is shaking with his mouth open.

The words of the crust, full of sugar, do not stop. Winning the fact that he is liked by Shiori, he is now in the "strongest state” and can never be stopped by anyone.

"That's cute, Shiori. Were you jealous of Master Cattleya? You're the only one I love. It won't change forever."

While the poetry weave, which had not yet followed this development, blushed and confused, the crust quickly, but deeply and carefully, took the lips of the poetry weave.

"...... eh"

"Shiori, I swear I will never leave you again. And I will never let you go again."

"Um, hey... hmm, wait..."

The poetic weave, severely deprived of her lips by the sickness, leaned against its body after a long mouthful was finished, hugged by the crust, but still coming.

By the way, it was just after that that Princess Katrea, whom Shiori had voluntarily imagined to be an amazing beauty, found out she was actually just an eight-year-old unusual girl.

Apparently Roche, not interested in royalty, didn't know about it, but it goes without saying that Shiori hit him with anger.