Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Well, it's your day of help at the clinic.

Lately, I feel like showing my face when asked to do it once or twice a week. It seems to be a large and small village, my day will soon pass on to those who need it, so I am doing fine with this.

The fact that my neighbors actively lend me a hand in the event of an emergency makes it easier for my mothers to come to the clinic. Bring your brothers here, and we can talk about children's health.

Mr. Hugh brought me a basket packed for lunch. Dear Walter, leave a message with Adelaide! We took a step forward on the third day. I think Buddy can do something about the irresistible air... I want to think. Yeah.

No, actually, this happened because the village chief said he was at the mansion to talk to the two of you. The two of you working downstairs this morning are on work day, and it's not just the two of us, and it's just fine. Come on.

Walk slowly with me on the road to the clinic. Mr. Hugh, this place is no different, that used to be oh, what a mistake to tell us about the village like a search for a mistake.

In this village with not many people in and out, speaking of which, Mr. Hugh wondered why he had moved to the Wang capital. But if there's a heavy reason, you don't want to be asked.

I looked up and they did what they did. I hesitated a little, but, well, Mr. Hugh also asked me if we were each other because he made me a scattered question-attack last time.

You've been asked to mix public and private life from the state framework to family structure and your ex. I told you because it's nothing to hide. I got the impression that the boundaries between lover, fiancée and husband are vague. Well, maybe if you ask me. Cohabitation and de facto marriage are unlikely here.

But in my country, in modern times, it's against common sense to have a mistress, and bigamy is a crime, and if I told her that there are so many same-sex couples who agree or disagree, she looked indescribable. What else?

Oh, I don't like it when I drop it, and I don't use magic guides while walking. In the palm of my hand, I wrote, I hope it's hard to say.

"Oh, there's no magic in me, suddenly it's so high. As you grow taller, ghoulish. I got into Wang Du's school because I had to get that control. My parents and I are tailors, and my trading partner in Wangdu has asked me to do it over there. So it was just a good opportunity, and we moved in as a family."

Look, this robe is actually made by our parents, too, and Mr. Hugh seems a little proud and happy to try to rock the black robe from the sorcery hanging on his shoulder. Wouldn't it be amazing if they were making uniforms for national agencies? Get a closer look at marginal understated embroidery or something. Great procedure. Now he's setting up a shop with his sister and his wife in the trail.

"Because magic is connected by blood, there are many high magicians in the aristocracy. So is Walter and Mark. Occasionally, I pop out like I do, but I was told we were ancestors because apparently some generations ago my grandfather was on the sidelines of some nobleman."

The magic we all have, but they have more things we don't know. There are not many people like Mr. Hugh and Walter who can use the magic they possess as magic outside, and there are even fewer who can manipulate freely besides their own traits. Most of them are aristocratic men and will be associates of the sorcery or royal palace.

"Long ago, hey, because we were tools of war. It's still managed in the country. It's not just about differences in status that nobles get distanced from civilians, it's about old memories somewhere that make these guys think they're scared."

I say take heavy things. It is understandable that magic can be a threat in this world where there does not seem to be planes or missiles or anything like that. Depending on who uses it with the knife, it's the same anytime, anywhere.

"That's why it was so fresh for your daughter to use our magic for cleaning and laundry."

Wow, speaking of which, you let me make full use of you yesterday! No, you were funny enough to show off one after the other. Seeing me warm, Mr. Hugh laughed joyfully, pointing to his own eyes because my magic was on a particularly unusual side.

"I can't believe you're replacing me with a vacuum cleaner with more magic. I couldn't help but have fun anymore. Thanks, Margaret."

He stopped his leg and kissed the back of his hand to keep flowing as he took my hand slightly if he didn't have a basket. I was surprised to get a hold of my hand I tried to pull... hey. Isn't it against the rule to suddenly be true there? And I can't believe I call you by name.

This is troublesome. In my twenty-eight years of experience in Japan, even lovers have sexual harassment and morons, but this is not the case. So I don't know how to deal with it.

'Cause even if they said that, I just didn't think I was scared because I didn't know much about magic. I've never seen anyone use it in a way that scares me. So I don't think it's ever about being thanked that way by Mr. Hugh.

He's whispering at me without a voice. Mr. Hugh keeps saying things to me again.

"I am, Margaret. I love girls, but I decided I wouldn't marry them and I wouldn't have kids. It's scattered to have the high magic of civilians, they can look down from nobility, they can be scared of civilians, they have nowhere to be found.

It doesn't have to be that. It can't even be a normal life until you swing by your powers and learn to control it. I don't want my own children to take over this kind of hardship. Of course, there are nobles like Walter, and there are many sorcerer humans, still. "

The hand I shook was cold and a little trembling. Beyond me, Mr. Hugh tells me to whine as he looks at the center of the village.

"... I really didn't even want to come to Meeserie. Magic runs wild, causing injuries and breaking things, and a lot of people bothered me. Yet on the first day, everyone gathered at the village chief's office to wait for me." That was awesome back then, "my rampage used to be a joke. No one blames me... I feel like I've had a heavy stone in my heart the whole time.

So, Margaret. Thank you for coming to this world, Meeserie. If you hadn't come, I would never have come back to this village, and I would have dragged the past. "

Having loosened those green eyes forever, Mr. Hugh gently stroked my head with his naturally released hands. My eyes fit properly again when I stared at him without being able to say anything.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think so."

I turned a bright red look on my face as soon as I got there, hiding my mouth with my hands and turning away.

Without keeping an eye on him, he rushed after Hugh, who walked out loosely to go.

When I get to the clinic, I say hello to Dr. Daniel and Mark and spread the rug as usual. Though Mr. Hugh looks intrigued, this is the end of the dominance...... even if you look so short.

The patient began to arrive as he was carrying his lunch basket into the break room and washing his hands.

"Good morning, Margaret! Say hello to our little one today."

Tanya, a blacksmith, is the type of guy who has a big, good voice. Tanya, thank you for yesterday! Biwa's pie, it was delicious!

Mr. Tanya's new pie, which was presented yesterday at the women's club where I was forced to leave a message, was made with biwa. One glossy bite of compote round, wrapped in a parsley pie peel... a time of bliss. And Tanya, who knew I wasn't coming, let me have Walter and Hugh's share.

"Oh, yesterday's pie guy? That was delicious. I wonder if I can sell it if I take it to Wang Du. I think I absolutely like my mother and sister."

"Oh, I don't like it. Mine's a hobby, so hey, if you can eat it delicious, that's fine."

Speaking of which, wasn't Mr. Tanya acquainted with Mr. Hugh? Let out the magic guide and ask.

"Heh, that's an interesting magic guide. This is convenient, I'm glad to hear it, Margaret. I've been married to Meeserie from the village before, and unfortunately I've never met the magician of this good man."

"You're the same age as our sister? If we'd been in the same village, we'd have been friends."

I was talking about that, and Mark came to get me. Mr. Tanya is going to let Chibi and John hold you in my arms...... is that a little body hot?

"I'm not feeling well here. I don't have a lot of fever, but I don't know if it's creepy. When I told you Margaret was here today, Dan told me to come to the clinic. I'm going to see my teacher for a little while, so just wait for me, okay?"

John, I'm gonna stroke your head and head to the office, Mr. Tanya.... Tanya, isn't that the symptom? John, you were reaching for your mother's back in tears, but you grabbed my clothes with your hands that you put back like you gave up when the door closed.

"How old is this kid?... hey, that hurt."

John, I peeked into your face. Mr. Hugh had his hair eagled. Yeah, you're worried about the red hair shaking in front of you. Yes, I'm a little sorry. Gently let me open my fingers, let my hair go, and sit on the rug. When you let him hold the balls you took out of the crate at your feet, John, you started playing with both hands.

You're just two years old, John, playing on your knees. He's good at walking and running, but he's a little late for a chat, and he's still, uh, just, uh-huh. She looks a lot like Dan, the oligarch-skinned pavilion owner, but I feel quieter today than usual... Touch your forehead or neck. I knew it was hot. And then these tears are physiological, not because you left your mother?

"What's the matter, that kid bothering you about something?

I noticed I was touching you, Petapetta and John. Mr. Hugh asked. John nodded to tell the doctor that you might be hot too. [M]

John, you're going to look up at my face with your moisturizing eyes. When I laughed and saw the fever as my forehead, I patted my eyes for a moment and he was happy with the cat. Seems like it's been fun, so I'll stick to your forehead again. Every time I tried to stick around like I cared so much, that nursery rhyme was playing endlessly in my brain with two ants poking their heads around.

Not to mention, both cheeks were disappointingly held with small hands, and they were matched around their foreheads. I'm totally in the mood for what's fun, John. It's a cerebral nursery rhyme festival. I'll sing in full chorus.

"... it's turning red"

I laughed bitterly when Mark pointed me in the forehead when I came to call him. I'm waving bye-bye into the office, John. Mr. Hugh was grinning when I dropped you off and Mark.

"That sounded fun - is that how you always play?

If it was every time, I'd rub my forehead off, wouldn't I?