Villainess's Sweet Everyday

One of the soldiers bows his head to the words of an old woman. What you do for people is to go around. I sat on a nearby chair. She sighed "fu", glimpsed the limits of her physical strength, and suddenly realized the battle of getting old. The bus started again.

The old woman's gaze shifted, but she stood up and looked forward. While dodging the soldier's head, he looks forward with pale expectations of what is really going on. At a speed that makes the roads slow, it proceeds at a speed that makes you want to call it a turtle bus. So far, there was no abnormality and the future was not difficult, and the driver's hat caught my eye. As far as I can see from behind, he's a normal driver.