Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Yella read the letter Sola sent to her and threw it into the trash unconstructively.

"Just to order you to dissolve the Federation of Chambers. This sentence volume would be written too far away"

Whimpering to no one, Yella turns her shoulders to untie the dust.

With a smile like a victory, Yella stood up.

"Well, I have to tell Grandpa."

Finally, I removed the necessary materials from the shelves to complete the progress report.

Open the materials and exit the room checking the contents.

Confirm that there are no problems, such as the register of incorporated chambers of commerce, trade items and export destination information.

"Mr. Yella, one moment please"

The wrong maid calls me to look back.

Pointing out that the miserable maid has a habitual hair bouncing off her, she holds the material aside and trims it with her hands.

"Don't let it distract you because it's in the hall."

"I know."

I say it back to a novel I'm used to hearing.

The dull colored silver hair jumps disorderly when left alone for a little while.

Yella gently checked her fixed hair and the maid nodded, OK.

"My husband would be in the garden. Would you like to bring some tea?

"Thank you. Please"

The maid met and walked towards the kitchen.

Yella walks for the garden, as the maid taught her.

When I went out into the garden, a small flower swayed in the autumnal wind, scattered with colored leaves.

Finding a searcher looking at the dead leaves floating in the pond, Yella speaks up.

"Grandpa, it's cooler now, so you break your body when it hits the wind, right?

"... Yella, huh"

The old man, called Grandpa, did not look back, but stared at the surface of the pond.

Yella lines up next door and peeks into the water.

The sight of dead leaves drifting without the appearance of a living creature makes a person hold an archaic mindset.

It was sold as a slave and after more than a decade of being taken over by this house.

Yella thinks it was between looking back.

"... Yella. You've become a fine man."

The old man groaned like he was talking to himself as he stared at the water.

Yella asks the side of the old man.

When she saw the old man's tender eyes, Yella quietly opened her mouth.

"... It's been strange for a long time, why did you buy me?

"I've told you many times. Because he was smart enough to calculate and find the law."

To the old man's answer, Yella shook her head.

Apparently the question didn't convey exactly what it meant, Yella adds.

"It's not why you decided on me, it's why you thought I needed it"

The old man shuts his mouth.

After looking sideways at Yella and thinking a little, I nodded.

The old man looked up at the autumn sky and narrowed his eyes to a wave-like winding cloud.

"Do you know Ogarite?

Yella remembered the name of the old man's product.

It is a firewood substitute, arguably the deciding factor for being sold as slaves.

Yella herself knows that what enslaved her was the misjudgment of a pedestrian blinded by greed.

Still, Ogarite is something I don't really want to remember.

The old man keeps looking at the autumn sky and continues the conversation.

"When I saw O'Garrite, I looked back on my life and was stunned."

Stunned, Yella tilts her neck when she hears.

Ogarite was a new commodity unlike traditional firewood, and it was certainly shocking.

But when I was stunned, I felt the meaning of words was slightly different.

The old man smiles bitterly and goes on.

"You may not know yet. No, you may not know for the rest of your life. But I was certainly stunned. In my life, where I lived for decades and couldn't produce one."

The old man had a self-derisive grin.

"We don't know who created Ogarite. But the proof that he lived, Ogarite, will remain in the world for a long time."

The old man looked up into the sky again.

It was as if there was someone there, lodging an enviable color in his eyes.

"I panicked. I was in a hurry without merit. It was too late to produce something."

Yella reminds me of the old man's age.

If my memory was certain, I would have already crossed sixty. Counting backwards, when Ogarite was on the market, he would be around fifty.

"So I decided to entrust it. Let's entrust the young to those in charge of the times to come and help them produce something. If it's big, it's big."

The old man laughs like a nigga and a bad boy.

I put my hand on Yella's head and connected the words.

"Well, for example, it's enough to change territory. Yella, you've become truly fine."

The old man praises Yellah with joy and strokes his head.

Yella lit up and hung up.

"I couldn't have children, but I could raise a proud daughter like you. That's all it took to make a living proof."

But the old man suddenly had a lonely smile.

"So if you have a hard time hanging out with me, you can stop."

"Huh... Grandpa!?

Yella, who looked up as if she had been bounced, opened her eyes to surprise.

Because it was a statement that would erase any previous effort.

Looking at the old man's face, he decides he's apparently serious, and Yella lays down her face.

"Sure, it can be hard. But you can't throw it out anymore."

I remember the face of a pedestrian who ran out of words that if he didn't have money, he wasn't a person.

Then I vowed to make everything human, remembering that day.

Just one person to take the lead, but accomplish it. I was told I would be sorry if I couldn't do that.

Reunited in the Wang capital, the figure of a young man who broke it off in Crossport crossed his brain.

"Don't worry. No matter how hard it is, I won't go the wrong way. I'm sure I'll make a lot of people happy."

Yellah declares.

Yellah's swearing words, however, only made the old man look more and more lonely.