This is Aromandia, one of the inns in Teluka. The inn was being prepared by pure elf Aroma Harwell, the inn's general, for the busiest night of the day.

Then....

"Mr. Aroma! I'm home!! Are my daughters back yet?! And! Can you lend me a kitchen?!

Saya came in with the momentum of kicking the door with a large amount of vegetables she had bought. Aroma laughs at such a saya without any anger.

"Oh, Saya-chan was the fastest. Welcome back. Lana and Shea haven't come home from school yet. Besides, the kitchen is always free, so you can use it as you like."

Aroma answered Saya's question politely. Saya listened and said, "Thank you!!" I tried to get into the kitchen.....

"Absolutely... you're a loud guy when you get back. You....."

It was Diaz Harwell, the owner of the inn, who came in through the back door sighing. This is a human man, almost 50 years old Dundee uncle.

"Oh, you ♡ Welcome back ♡"

"I'm home! Honey! I caught a lot of fresh fish today!

"Oh! Well then, we can cook fish for our guests today!

"I'd like to have Honey's cooking all to myself, if I could."

"♡ If it hits me again ♡"

Aroma and Diaz say that to get into and out of the world. These two are a couple, and occasionally they just enter the world like this, so Saya, who is used to everything, decided to ignore it and prepare to cook for her daughters in the kitchen....

"Oh, I remember. Saya, your package has arrived."

Suddenly remembering Saya's luggage, Diaz called out to Saya.

"Luggage for me...?

Saya leans her neck without remembering.

"Telukabooks."

"Ah! I remember! You got what you asked for!

Saya remembers her luggage by asking her destination and accepts it from Diaz.

"Does it mean the bookstore is the destination again?

"Yes," "Introduction to the first Sunday carpenter," "Introduction to the first advanced cuisine."

After all, Diaz sighs at the fact that it was in the luggage as expected.

Even though she was 25 years old, she still loved the "Introduction to the First ◯ ◯ Series". I don't think Diaz would need such a suspicious book at the earliest, but she said, "Thank you for the cheap and informative book."

"Yeah. Well, I wouldn't dare to leave the clutter about Sunday carpenters... you don't need to start cooking anymore, do you?

Diaz had eaten Saya's cooking several times, but even if it wasn't as aromatic as she loved it, it was so delicious that she felt it was better than her dinner in the restaurant. But Saya.....

"No, not yet. Cook even more and your daughters' cooking is delicious! I want to be as good as my mother! I want your mother to be my wife! And I'm going to do it until they tell me."

"Yeah, the last one's wrong."

"I'm sorry, my tension went up and I said something weird."

Saya apologizes honestly if she is aware that she has spoken strangely about the boulder. Diaz sighs when she sees such a saya. In other words, the first two words have already been said, but Diaz thinks that there is still some point in polarizing...

I just...!!

Two little girls called and Diaz muttered, "Oh, you're home..." and noticed that there was no Saya in front of you.

"Lana, Shea. Welcome back."

I'm home!! Mother!!

Soon, standing in front of my beloved children, Lana Ferrigal and Shea Ferrigal, and witnessing Saya welcoming them, Diaz sighed again as if she were the same parent fool.