Ring Ring

After that and all the commotion, Shiori ended up living in the mansion of Klust. Because the crust never, never allowed me to sleep under one roof with Roche.

Even as Shiori, it was a pleasure to spend the night with him at his house because living in the store all the time would make it difficult to see Crust because of his busy work with each other. It kind of reminds me of life in Japan. But the mansion was much larger than Shiori's studio apartment.

I commute by carriage to the store and sometimes my crust picks me up when the time is right for me to return. However, there is one caveat at this time.

If you are chatting friendly with Roche at the store or are taught how to prepare hand picking pills, it means that the crust that picks you up is obstinate.

Then in the carriage back to the Mansion with him, Shiori will have to sacrifice his own lips to fix Crust's mood, or he will have to vomit embarrassing words of love to reassure him, so I try to be a little cautious during the time Crust picks him up.

The job owner quit the business behind him, so sales dropped a lot temporarily, but when Shiori worked hard to keep the publicity going, there was also a gradual increase in the number of customers in the small shops in the alley.

Some of them said they had been concerned about this store for a long time, but in some cases they had left without fear for the look of Roche sitting at the counter. But if ordinary women like Shiori also work, they succeeded in bringing some people to the store.

As we continued these authentic calls, the customers who used the medicine once were impressed with the effect, and the reviews gradually raised the store's reputation.

Originally, there were few customers on the table because the customer behind them dropped enough money without having to do that, and because Roche didn't advertise or offer any customers.

But conversely, the quality of the medicine is good, so the customer will come as long as it is advertised.

Roche also changes the way he does business, and I also feel a little serious. Shiori was also surprised that he apologized to Syllabus and got the job from him again.

When Roche apologized for his rudeness, Syllabus accepted it comfortably and said he had ordered many medicines for the Knights again, "because the medicines he had bought before worked well".

Around getting a big order like this, that's Roche... you don't just wake up from falling...

There was such an effort, and the amount of salary I missed so much went back as before.

I went back to Japan once and explained everything to my parents.

My parents also seemed to have lost their temper when my daughter, who had been missing for about two months, suddenly showed up at my parents' house with two flashy men named Crust and Garrell.

It took some time to get people to believe about the existence of different worlds and trips, temporarily they were about to follow me to a mental hospital, or Krust and Garrell were about to be poked out by the police, but at the end of the day my parents also seemed to trust me with the words of Shiori and the integrity of Krust.

But maybe I still feel half-hearted about the other world trips. I didn't know my daughter, who started dating a cosplay-loving foreigner, was lying about her being a jerk.

Shiori intends to return home from time to time, so I can only explain to temperament that there are things in this world that science cannot prove.

"When you get older, you get an early year..."

Poetry Weave looked at the blue sky stretching overhead, whining lines like Grandma's. The blue of the sky is the same and reassuring on Earth and here.

Turning his gaze back to the front, at the center of the circular arena, two knights dressed in armor were riding horses with spears and playing serious battles.

Today is the annual, sunny stage for the knights. It's horseback riding day.

(A year ago, you assumed I was heartbroken)

Seeing Crust at the parade, let him know he has a fiancée...

Compare the situation then and now and realize how happy you are now.

Today, Shiori, as Crust's lover, was here to support his game. The common man could also enter the arena at the invitation of the king.

Looking at the VIP seat where the royal family was sitting, he was able to confirm the king and queen, as well as the Princess Katrea, who was nine years old, and the side queen with the prince.

Being a hero and a crust thinker and coming from different worlds, the king was also interested in poetry weaving, and he had been called to the castle several times before to talk.

The tension of Shiori was approximated, the king and queen were gentle, and Princess Katrea was very nostalgic and adorable. As if to tell a fairy tale, he would love to hear about Shiori's different worlds.

He hasn't noticed, but now Shiori is a little celebrity among some of the powerful.

A woman who had taken the heart of a hero who had never had a lover-like lover before, who was liked by the princess, who had gained the behind-the-scenes of that stranger mage, and who somehow became close to Shire, a senior nobleman and elite knight, and Syllabus, an exclusive Knights physician, but who was not a nobleman or anything.

A glimpse from the nobles still in this arena observes Shiori.

But Shiori just doesn't realize where the wind blows like that. He came straight to the arena in the morning working at the Roche's, so he was mixed with the nobles dressed in a piece of everyday clothing and watching the game.

What is now taking place in front of us was the final game of the tournament, or the final, and it was Crust and Shile who were fighting.

In the first game, it was a poetry weave I watched worried about what my crust would do if he got hurt, but now that I've come to the finals, that kind of anxiety is almost gone.

The crust is as strong as a fool. I realized along the way that there was no one to let him get hurt.

Even now. I guess Shile is never weak either, but even when the amateur poetry weave saw it, the difference in its power was obvious. Crust is gauging the timing of defeating Shile as he runs his horse through the arena. I'm sure the next attack will determine the outcome.

(I wanted to be a little more thrilled...)

Shiori spilled a luxurious stupidity. But watching a game that's too spare and boring is so much better than Crust getting hurt.

Shiori was a game that he rated 'boring', but the ratings around him seem different. Wow, wrapped in a loud cheer, I found out that Shiori had finished the game.

"A hero wins!

"It's lovely!

"No, Master Shile was quite skilled too, but should I say hero"

People around them speak their own thoughts.

Shail, falling off his horse after about a blow from his crust, takes off his mask covering his head and lays on the ground with a regrettable, but comfortably tired face.

Poetry Weaving also nodded in his heart to the sentiment of the woman next door that she was "nice" to the crust.

Sure, he was cool. Even as he was dressed in silver armor, his rigour and bravery were felt.

I wonder once again if such a perfect person would be my own lover.

(Let's celebrate when we get home today. Make a crust favorite menu and bake egg tart for dessert)

With that in mind, he takes a seat and turns his gaze to the arena crust again before returning. He reached out to Shile, and after he was cold paid for that hand - Shile's attitude remains the same - but seemed to care about it at all, and now he began to look around the audience just momentarily.

The woman next door blushed her cheeks and a troubled sigh as the crust removed her mask and gently raised her sweat-wet hair.

Shiori blushes by accident, too. That color air is the murder weapon.

(I wonder if you're looking for someone)

A crust looking out at a large audience while riding a horse. The gaze cannot be fixed in one place, but it is moving.

But he can't seem to find the person he's looking for long enough, and the eyes of the crust, which were glowing with excitement at first, gradually stain the color of discouragement.

Disappointing, hurtful face. Wrong, but not the look of a knight winning a horseback riding match.

(Maybe it's me you're looking for?

Shiori finally realized the possibility. The delay in realizing it is due to the fact that I still haven't swallowed up the happy reality that that perfect crust lover is me.

Poetry Weave raised her voice and called Crust, feeling embarrassed if it was a mistake.

"Krasto!

But the voice was quickly dispelled by the cheer of a large audience around. It's a long way from the crust in the center of the arena, and you can't even hear it.

I thought ——

At the moment Shiori called his name, the crust, which was pointing in the opposite direction, turned around and turned his gaze straight this way.

Even though the venue is quite exciting and noisy, I am stunned at what the hell I am hearing from the crust who ensured that only Shiori's voice was heard from it.

I raised my voice thinking I couldn't possibly have noticed, so I was turned around and freaked out.

"Crust"

Now I said it in a whisper, waving small with concern for the eyes around me, and the crust, who until then had a sad face, lightened his expression as soon as possible.

Some innocent, playable poetic weave about to crush my eyes with that smile. It could be Roche's, who's always with me, harm that I've gotten used to some angry grin that looks bad.

Krust seems happy that Shiori is here to watch his game, and he manipulates his horse to come here.

When I first heard about this horseback riding match and the crust said, "I want you to come see it," Shiori got a little lost. I knew the audience were all aristocrats and big merchants, so I wondered if I could go to that place.

The crust also knows that Shiori didn't want to come along, so today, he was probably anxious to see if he was really coming.

But when I saw that happy face, Shiori would still be glad to come and support me. It made me kind of happy this way, and I smiled back naturally.

But that's all I could afford poetry.

A crust who ran here while riding a horse looked up at the poetry weave sitting mid-way up the audience,

"Shiori!"

Because I have spoken and reached out.

The gaze all over the arena gathers in the poetry at once. The cheer stopped and the twitch happened instead.

Consolidating poetic weave approx., Crust's hand remains stretched out to say "Come here"......

(In this situation, you want me to come to the crust?

Shiori shrunk herself out of the embarrassment that was getting her attention. Crust may think nothing of it because he is accustomed to stand out, but he was not a hero or anything, and for a poetic weave who normally lived, he wanted to refrain from being the target of such a large number of people's attention. Cold sweats flow with shame and tension.

I wanted to get away from this place ignoring Crust's hand, but then he's too pathetic. Even those eyes that stare at this one with anticipation are unlikely to resist.

Shiori stood ready.

Use the stairs and go down to the bottom of the audience. When I rushed down, I was about to step off, so slowly.

The height of the fence in the audience was almost the same as the face height of the crust on the horse and in the arena. He's in a lower position, so it inevitably takes the form of a look down.

While his face turned red at the gaze from around him, Shiori laughed inexorably at Crust's hand, congratulating him on his victory.

"My pleasure."

At that moment, Crust joyfully flaunts his face again and draws a lot of poetry weave hands.

"Wow......!?

Falling —— and by the time I closed my eyes I thought, Shiori was already in the arms of the crust.

The horse was somewhat surprised by the sudden addition of the weight of each person, although it was not shocked by the poetry weave thanks to the proper reception of the crust. He kicked the soil out of the arena without lifting his forelegs lightly.

Poetry weave, unfamiliar with horseback riding, screamed and embraced the crust, but the crust is successfully manipulating the reins, while deceiving his beloved horse and poetry weave in a spare manner.

The horse quickly regained his composure and, following the instructions of the crust, ran around the arena at a slow speed.

But Shiori remains upset.

"Wow, me, can I come down here? I mean, it's getting a lot of attention..."

The poetic weave of the cautious really bothers me all about the gaze of the audience around me. I was embarrassed and leaned perfectly against its body so as to hide behind the crust. It's a precarious state of sitting on the sidelines, so it's also horrible to fall horses.

Did Crust not understand the fear and embarrassment of such a poetic weave, or did he know and use everything again, he was in such a good mood that he was likely to sing out even in his nose while holding the poetic weave that followed him with one hand.

"What makes you so happy?

When Shiori raised her face and asked, the crust mumbled for a moment.

"I won't make you say you forgot. If I win this tournament, they'll marry me."

"Ah... uh"

I forgot, I couldn't say.

But Shiori didn't forget because it doesn't matter. I never hated him that Crust had failed miserably, and I didn't really care because he was going to marry me whether I won or not.

It was proposed about a month ago —— in fact, the proposal itself was made shortly after we reunited, but I had the pharmacist wait until I was more on track -- and this is the result of being kind of embarrassed to honestly say "yes" and say "Well, if I win a horseback riding match a month later" and so on in a mild way.

"I want to show off my wife"

Crust says that with a very good smile and keeps running through the arena holding Poetry Weaving.

I should have stayed on track and not said "if I won" etc. I didn't mean to say no to your proposal, so I should have been honest with you on that occasion. Shiori sincerely regretted it. That way the joy of the crust would have subsided on that occasion, and such a shameful play today would have been avoided.

Shiori looked around the audience about time. Their reactions vary. Many would have known the rumors of Shiori for a long time, but still usually a calm, work-healthy hero turned his eyes to surprise at the sweet cheeks on one woman.

Some of them cheered and annoyed the two hot people, and the young woman threw a jealous glance at them.

If this is the case, maybe I should have worn a dress too.

Shiori shrugged in her heart. Though I have chosen a piece that is clear and beautiful for once, all the women around me are dresses and many wear flowered hats on their heads.

Crust said anything about the outfit, and there doesn't seem to be a dress code, but I slightly regretted that I should have worn it a little more.

I don't care how I look around dressed as a poor minister, but I don't want to bother my crust.

I hope the hero isn't even worth giving his lover a dress, etc.

Human beings are the contents, though, from now on, Shiori thought to care more about himself.

Crust is a nobleman and a hero of this country. Shiori also has the title "Mrs. Orfeld" or "The Hero's Wife" attached to her. Being his wife won't translate into being just a pharmacist common man, and the chances of having to dress up and go out will increase, even if you don't like it.

I know it's a little trivial, but if it's to be a woman worthy of a crust, and not to embarrass him, let him endure as much as a hard to move dress and a painful corset of restraints.

Fortunately or not, the closet is sleeping with a lot of dresses and outfits from a crust that's too worthwhile. You can take advantage of that.

Even while Shiori is thinking about it, as she said earlier, "I want to show off my wife," Crust continues to run along the spectator table through the wide arena to show off her new wife and her friendship with herself.

When Shiori looked at the VIP table where he had also grown accustomed to the vibrations on the horse, the king looked over and laughed lavishly. I can't even hear you laugh because it's far away, but my mouth is wide open and my white teeth are peeking.

And next door, Princess Cattleya seems to be pointing this way and saying something to the Queen. "There's Siori!" But he may be suing.

Behind those royalties, moreover, he could also discover the figure of a mage dressed in a full-body red costume. I don't think he was in the audience until earlier, but I'm not surprised if Garrell showed up suddenly because he's always a degenerate.

The jewelry worn on his neck and ears reflected the sunlight and sparkled, more flashy than the dressed women around him.

He grins contentedly and watches over the crust.

And in contrast to that, the disgruntled face is Shile, who fought the crust until earlier. Now he's already up, and he's holding the spear and holding this one —— or he's twisting the crust.

If the crust is going to shake too well, do you think I'm going to poke him off the horse?

But today or so, I want you to shave. That's what Shiori thought. Crust is not just immersed in the joy of winning. —— just like myself.

"Happy."

Crust says as he manipulates the reins with a lively look. When Shiori looked up, there was a blue sky over the head of the crust that would fall out, as if that were an expression of his joy.

Clear skies with no cloudy spots.

Shiori smiled unexpectedly, too.

"I'm happy too"

Happiness with a crust next door if you wake up in the morning.

Happiness living in the same world, breathing the same air, under the same sky.

And the happiness that it will continue forever.

Shiori turned her hand around the body of the crust and hugged her all the time.

I'm sure you'll never leave again.

Poetry Weave narrowed her eyes to stir her happiness as she felt the temperature of the crust and the soft wind stroking her cheeks.