Seiun wo Kakeru

This is the first morning like this, Age thought.

As usual, he woke up with the sunrise and began preparing for the morning.

The difference was Tania's attitude.

I usually keep grinning brightly, but only today I'm blocked.

The expression seems to be stuffed with cut wings and I can't afford it.

There is no excitement in the movement, and usually a delicious breakfast is one thing today.

I got worried about what the hell was going on.

"Are you ill?

"Huh?"

"Did you catch a cold because you were hit by rain yesterday? Tell me if you're not feeling well. It's hard if you can't."

Essentially, a cold is a major disease.

I can prepare some herbal-fried cold medicine, but if I get twisted and get pneumonia, children and elderly people who are not physically fit will die soon.

If that happens to Tania. It just freaks me out to imagine.

But Tania shook her head to the side against Age, who was worried.

"I'm perfectly fine."

"Really? But Tania looks blocked today."

Pik and Tania's shoulders trembled.

Age doesn't know how Tania feels.

But there's something blocking me.

Yesterday's change today.

Perhaps that must have something to do with yesterday or today.

"You mean yesterday's tax?

"Yes?"

I doubt it returned.

"So you're talking about my memory"

"... Yes"

"Are you worried about me?

"... I'm a nasty woman"

"Mr. Tania?

I'm surprised by the sudden words.

It returns the memories I've forgotten.

Agie was convinced that Tania must be happy to bless her.

Then I wonder what this attitude is.

"Last night, when Age told me I might get my memories back, I was good, I thought,"

Then why do you look so sad?

The nagging face moisturizes the eyes and is likely to shed large tears now.

"But at the same time, I thought about it. Mr. Age may change when his memory returns. You may no longer love me."

That's not true.

Even while I try to say that, Tania's confession never stops.

I expose my mind so that I spit it out of the back of my chest.

"I just imagine that, my chest hurts. For a moment, I thought it would be better if I didn't remember..."

- I'm a disqualified wife.

Finally, the large water balls that had accumulated in his eyeballs broke down and overflowed.

Unstoppable tears wet my cheeks and sneeze.

I didn't think Tania was thinking that.

Covering his face with his hands, he holds Tania's shoulder in his face.

Did you think I'd be scolded?

Vikri trembled with a luxurious shoulder.

I wonder how much loneliness I've had since my previous husband died without ever being tied.

I must have thought it over and over again.

I have myself, I have a husband, I have children.

A happy home surrounding one table and spending every day smiling.

The husband candidate who finally showed up is a stranger who lost his memory.

Age thought we were getting along every day, but I guess she still had unspeakable anxieties.

That's what just came out on the surface now.

I have to tell you.

Unexpectedly stop crying and say words that will relieve anxiety in one shot.

Give me a word that will restore my confidence as a wife.

"Kids, let's make"

"Yes?"

"If I had a child, Tania wouldn't be mistaken for me to go somewhere, either."

The look of the question as to what you are talking about changes happily as it melts away one by one.

Unlike Age, who wanted to live a newlywed life for a while, Tania may have always wanted a child.

"It's just probably hard to cry at night or something, right?

"... it's okay. I'll do everything I can to take care of you."

"She's not feeling well when she's pregnant, right?

"It's the path that every mother takes, isn't it? I don't mind. I want Mr. Age's child."

Would there be a man who wouldn't be excited to be told he wanted a child, no, he's not there?

Press the shoulder you hold to quickly reduce the urge to cottoo.

After noon I have a discussion with the village chief.

Besides, after we got married, the tag of desire was a little off.

"Mr. Tania, I love you. It doesn't change whether you remember it or not."

"Age...... I doubt it, I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize. I don't like women crying."

Wipe the tears that wet your cheeks and touch your lips together.

The crying eyes are congested and not very pretty.

Still belongs to the woman I loved, and I think of myself.

My chest got hot.

"Look, smile. If you look terrible, you won't be attacked."

"... Age doesn't have a delicacy"

Tania, pointing her lips as hard as she could, smiled full face the next moment.

- Oh, this guy figured, the bright vibe wouldn't suit him best.

Gotgotgoto and wheel vibrations are transmitted in Age's hands.

The hand-held car is loaded with oil from yesterday's trade.

There are many uses of oil, such as baking and lubricating the gears of water wheels.

Vegetable seed oil and olive oil, each of which has a different viscosity, need to be used separately.

I wish I could try a variety of other oils.

"Parents. Welcome back."

"Morning. I'm home now. Pietro, can you take my place in carrying my luggage?"

"I'll take care of it"

Pietro pushes the hand pressed car vigorously and moves on.

It's good to be healthy, but the load won't break in the motion without hesitation, or it will get a little hiccups.

But you won't have to worry about that either.

A little blacksmith can't handle a lot of blades.

Pietro has clever hands and an honest personality.

No excuses or great objections can be made to the allegations either, and they can be taken straight.

Age thinks he'll be a good blacksmith in the future.

I wanted to give you as much knowledge of my skills as I could about blacksmiths.

I don't know later, but he's the only heir.

"Let's leave the oil in the back for now."

Copy that, sir.

When you get to the blacksmith, start the conversation first without starting work.

I thought we should also talk to Pietro, who works downstairs, about taxes.

Sit across from the table.

"Thank you for leaving a message. Did you ever change while you were away?

"I had three requests for sharpening. I did the two sickles. One, Mr. Filippo brought an axe, and Age asked for it, so I put it down."

"Mr. Filippo? Let's grind it up later."

I wonder how much you liked it.

Filippo the wood dust does not try to make his axe touch other than Age.

There are a few of these things.

It'll be regrettable for Pietro, but we're just getting started.

I can't help but compare.

I'd rather have Bane sharpen his skills on remorse, Age thinks.

"Is that where the report is?

"Yes, I was baking charcoal after that."

"Now let's report from me. Did you know that a man named Franco came from the village yesterday?

"Yes...... I know because my dad was worried about what would happen to my next instructor."

"Really? We were going to discuss it with him last night, and as a result, we were going to pay $500 and $10."

"Didn't you need it before?

"That's because I haven't been in this village long. You just won't be able to demand taxes from newcomers who aren't in an environment you can pay for. So..."

Pietro nodded and waited for the words.

Suddenly she talks about taxes and is anxious, her eyes are blinded.

"Let's get you to build something that doesn't require strength, like nails or nails."

"Oh... me!?

"That's right. Even so, there are not many of them. But make sure you get used to it."

"Ya..."

"Ya?"

"Yay!

Pietro grabbed his fist, overflowing with great joy.

After a moment, he realizes that he has behaved rudely and hurries to correct his standing.

I smile trying desperately to hide my joy.

Seeing her like that, Age remembered her nostalgia.

I sure as hell should have been very happy when I was allowed to hit my work the first time.

But at the same time I have to nail it and put it down.

Especially since Pietro started learning, it's too early to move on.

I want to make sure I learn the basics, but time is limited.

Care should be taken not to become instrumentally poor shallow technology.

"However, what you make is something someone uses. Sometimes you put people at risk because of what you make. Sometimes if you neglect even one nail, the pillar breaks down from it and people die. Remember, you have the right to make, but also the responsibility."

"Yes!"

All the time, I've hit the iron without forgetting this feeling.

I wanted to make someone happy, and I've made things.

They told me to build a weapon and I refused because I went against my will and my head.

Has his master praised him in the same way as he is now?

I can't seem to remember my father's face because it seems blurry.

That's what you may recall today.

If you think so, I couldn't wait to get to noon.