The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

Because of the warm potov taste, it did not make for an atmosphere of detailed talk during dinner. Takumi, who brought the coffee after the meal, returns to the seat where she sat until earlier.

"Well, let's talk about it..."

The cup was carried to the mouth and the "station manager" slowly opened his mouth after indulging in the aroma of rising from the amber liquid.

According to the "station manager” story, the incident occurred some time after leaving Woodford Station, two miles from here.

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The second train down, departing on time, is well on the railway in refreshing weather

At that time, a woman screamed in the middle of the train and in the second class passenger car.

That is followed by a roaring wild rage.

The passengers aboard the train were obsessed with the screaming and yelling that cut the running noise of Gatangoton.

And the center of the scream and rage shifts with the leading direction of the train.

In an attempt to escape an impending man from behind, a single woman was rushing into the first class car through a passing door connecting the vehicle.

In a vehicle with few escapes, a woman caught up by a man is about to be taken away with her arm grabbed.

But women also continued to resist desperately trying to escape from it.

You didn't see that crap, the only passenger in the first class car interrupts between you two.

"And the passenger slapped Piscilli and a man in the hand, causing a woman to turn behind her back and shelter herself," he said.

"So that's what you mean, Master Liberto..."

The station chief agrees with Sophia's words.

In the victim's story of a woman, apparently the man was with a regular visitor in public service who had a one-sided admiration for her.

In the beginning it was an atmosphere of customers admiring themselves, but gradually their actions escalated day by day as they were followed or ambushed in front of the boarding house of the public place where they were giving themselves away.

She herself seemed to have told the man over and over again that she was “unwilling” to do so.

But the words were never heard, and on the contrary, there was a case of a man sneaking into a boarding house attacking him.

At this time, the landlord and his wife at the boarding house noticed and rushed, so fortunately they were able to escape the difficulties.

However, her continued service meant that she was in danger, and she decided to return to her parents' home.

She boards the train to Harpertown on a ticket arranged by her servant husband.

But I don't know where she was being watched from, but a man who sees her boarding the train follows her onto the train.

Of course I haven't bought a ticket or anything, it's an unauthorized ride without rent.

"If the train moves out, she has no escape, and all she has to do is catch her and jump off the train. What a shallow idea."

"But that shallow idea collapsed, and I got run over by a first-class car with Master Liberto, so that's what you're saying."

Sophia wrinkles between her eyebrows and shows her unfloating face.

The station manager nods slowly at the words.

"Lord Liberto said he had given back the man who was trying to assault a woman. When the conductor ran, it seemed like he was falling to the floor."

"It was. But then, isn't that one thing settled?

To Sophia's words, "Station Manager" tied her mouth to a single letter.

And carefully choose the words, and resume the explanation.

"He woke up the moment the conductor held him to take the fallen man. He said an upside-down man ran into a woman with a knife he had hidden in his nostalgia. And the bad news is that a woman turned her back on a man..."

"I noticed earlier that Mr. Liberto was stabbed by a clap that covered a woman..."

"I am truly sorry. If the conductor had handled this a little more carefully..."

“Station Manager" bows his head just as he rubs his head against the table.

Even as a takumi involved in the running of the train, I am so sorry.

After the station manager's words of apology, Sophia often meditates on her eyes and is silent.

And when I opened my eyes again, I slowly opened my mouth.

"... that was an accident. Mr. Station Manager has no apologies."

"Yes, no, but..."

Sophia shakes her neck to the side so as to block the station manager from speaking.

"No, it's just a coincidence. I do get the feeling that if the conductor keeps me tight, or if I don't miss getting in without paying. But that's all I know because I thought about it later."

Sophia with a quick mouth.

Both “Station Manager” and Takumi continue to listen to the words in silence.

"Besides, it's a coincidence that the woman and Master Liberto boarded the same train and came to the first class car. It's the worst thing about the man who tried to sue the violence for thinking such an absurd thing in the first place! Hey, Mr. Takumi doesn't think so either. What?

To the call from Sophia, Takumi just smiles silently as she lowers her eyes.

Sophia's mouth is full of thoughts, regardless of how she reacts.

"By and large, Master Liberto shouldn't either. Wow! It fits you so well because you don't give me proper todome! Or were you caught off guard by a woman? Yes, I'm sure you are!

You're making your voice sound absurd, Sophia.

At no time had large tears fallen from its eyes.

"... sorry. Let me be alone for a while."

Sophia takes a seat as she holds down her mouth where the whimper leaks out.

They watched Sophia head upstairs in silence.

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That night, Sophia was to stay overnight in a private room upstairs that Takumi had prepared for her.

I can't get to sleep, although I try to get laid in the bed in the room I've got prepared.

In the end, Sophia welcomes the next morning without sleeping well enough just to get upset.

There was a neighborhood underneath her eyes as she came down to the hall of the "swordfish".

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Sophia! You're going to the station building to get ready. I'm going to have breakfast ready for you, so sit down and sit down for a minute!

"Thank you, I'm sorry from what"

Sophia says thank you and then goes to her seat.

A smile spills over how Nyarch looks, which is no different than what I usually see in the store.

Speaking of which, I've had Morning several times, but I've never had 'breakfast' before.

If you realize that, you'll only get a little appetite.

Sleep is shallow and tired, but let's get breakfast and share the energy - Sophia waited quietly for Nyarch to come back as she slowly left her body in the chair.

"Sorry to keep you waiting! I've brought Nyarch's share, so we should eat together!

On the tray held by Nyarch, who returned from the counter, two large bowl dishes and two small plate dishes were available each.

Nyarch arranges the food he carries on the table and then sits down next to Sofia.

And as it was, he began his pre-meal greeting with the usual cheerful voice.

I said, "There you go.

Sophia also joins hands before her chest to offer thanks and prayers to God, listening laterally to the unique pre-meal prayers Nyarch chants.

For breakfast this morning, it looks like Kusa's soup is the main ingredient poured into a bowl dish.

The accompanying small plate is accompanied by a small eye omelet and fried episnake (spinach).

A white granular appeared from the inside as the soup of the hot air rose with a wood spoon.

"Is this... Arrows?

When you do, is this dish like risotto?

The soup is rusty for that.

If it's risotto, it should be a little thicker.

Then what does this taste like...

Curiosity-inspired Sophia carried a wooden spoon of soup to her mouth as she toured her imagination.

"... ah"

Sigh spills unconsciously.

This is exactly what smudging and staining delicacies are all about.

The base would be the soup I received yesterday called Potov.

Sleeping overnight has mellowed the taste, and the taste of chicken and vegetables has increased even further.

To that deeply flavoured soup, the chopped tomatoes I think I added this morning were adding a new freshness.

And the added arose taste is excellent.

It has a typical risotto finish, but today's soup is not thickened, and it is finished sawdust.

It was felt that this soup allowed Sophia to throat as well.

The small omelet served on the side is plump and has a slightly sweet flavour that is pleasant.

Episnaca seemed to be sautéed in butter, with a slightly tight taste, which stimulated my appetite reasonably well.

(I'm sure this cared for me...)

Just at first glance, a casual breakfast.

But every one of them felt Takumi's attention and tenderness.

Sophia was quietly thankful while advancing the spoon.

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Sophia, who had slowly risked her time to finish her breakfast, was at least in the kitchen to help clean up after dinner with Nyarch.

Nyarch talked to me as I proceeded to clean up the dishes in a friendly line in the washroom.

"Sophia likes Mr. Liberto?

To that de direct ball question, Sophia unwittingly blows out and almost drops the plate she was holding.

But honest words spilled out at Nyarch, who was about to complain with his crushed eyes.

"I'm sure you do. 'Cause I was so worried I couldn't sleep."

"It is! You know, I'm sure Mr. Liberto likes Sophia, too. So if Sophia likes Mr. Liberto too, you should tell her you like her properly!

In too pure a word, Sophia accidentally laughs bitterly.

Surely Nyarch is right, I don't hate him about Libert.

But yeah, that won't be easy to talk about.

Liberto is the current ambassador of the former Duke's house, and he's a banker with quite a pattern himself.

We can't just like each other.

We must also consider the development of each other's houses, as well as, in some cases, the renovation of the country as a whole - that is what Sofia intended to understand.

Sophia opened her mouth trying to tell her that.

But let Nyarch, who stares at me with a decent look, clog the words.

Nyarch's gaze also felt like he was complaining about something.

"Yesterday, Mr. Sophia was full of sad faces! If that's how much you care about Mr. Liberto, I knew we'd have to stay together! Mr. Riverto's feelings are guaranteed by Nyarch. Is this some kind of...? It is!

Sophia's mouth teases and giggles over a much less well-founded warranty.

But sure, I still feel like I'm going to rip my heart out when I think about Libert.

I want you to wake up soon, let me hear your voice......

Only then did Sophia squeeze the hand plush she had in her hand with her chest.

At that time, the kitchen door opened with momentum.

Sophia gets frightened by the shitty sound of Byrne.

Turning to the sounder, there was a look of Theo breathing with his shoulders

"Li, Liberto..., His Excellency Liberto..."

"Duh, what's going on!?

How hastily you've come running, Theo, breathing constantly.

But Sophia stuffs up without worrying about how Theo looks like that.

Is it good news, or..., Sophia's chest sounded badly as she still had to pop out.

It was shortly after that that Theo, who had finally regained his breath, uttered his words.

"My Lord Liberto, you're awake!