An A-Ranked Adventurer’s “Slow-living”

"So, couldn't you say it today?"

"... yes."

Looking at the table with his elbow halfway down, Flora responds with a small shoulder.

In the evening after taking care of the vineyards, my best friend Flora came to the vineyards for consultation.

The content of the consultation is, of course, Flora's favorite partner-Aldo.

If you like it, just say it and stick it together, but this best friend can't do that. Shy and shy. Sometimes it escapes as an odd time.

It's such a helpless flora, but there are many strengths that don't count on it.

He is kind, caring, caring and pure, and has a cute appearance like a doll. A shy, crispy pupil of eye-opening would inspire a man's asylum.

She's dressed down, but the style is really good, and any man should be able to drop it.

Despite her being shy, she couldn't tell her at all what she liked.

What are you doing?

"... I liked you nine years ago, right?"

When I muttered, Flora sat on a chair and shook her shoulders, nodding her face red.

I don't know in detail what happened nine years ago, but apparently Flora and Aldo met nine years ago. At that time, Flora fell in love with Aldo, but Flora was a nine-year-old girl. The 18-year-old Aldo left without fluttering.

It seems as if they are tied together in a fateful thread when they come back about three months ago and meet again.

"Does Aldo remember Flora in the first place?"

That is the big question. Even though Flora says, "I liked it nine years ago!"

Combined with the negative thought of what to do if she is pulled, she may not be able to say it.

Well, I'm an adventurer traveling around, and I don't think I remember a girl in a rural village like this.

As she sighs while thinking about such things, Flora shakes her body and looks happy.

This is a sign when Flora wants to say something but is a bit embarrassed and hesitant.

"What's wrong?"

"... It's like Aldo remembers it vaguely, nine years ago ..."

"Really!?"

Listening to Flora's words, I lean forward and ask. Flora then nodded slowly, laughing bitterly.

"Yes. Aldo was muttering nine years ago in a flower garden today."

"It was good, and what was the situation?"

When I ask about the situation, flow, and conversation at that time, Flora happily talks about today's date.

A conversation about field work with Aldo, which has nothing to do with such a conversation. I was asked about Aldo's kindness and cuteness, but I silently listened.

"So, what happened to Flora after muttering that Aldo had been taught this way nine years ago?"

This long and lasting event has finally become a climax, and I get involuntarily hot.

"... well, I was so happy that Aldo remembered a little about nine years ago and cried."

No. Well, what I've been thinking about nine years ago. It may be unavoidable to be crying because of what the other person remembered.

If Flora cries, Aldo should care.

If we use the beautiful crying face of Flora as a weapon and confess the past as well as the flow ...

"And did you say that?"

I ask Flora while drinking raw saliva. Then Flora turned her eyes away,

"... well, I felt so happy that I couldn't think of anything more, and I was fooled by myself ... I put the soil in my eyes and the wind got into my eyes ..."

"This girl is already ..."

Leave your body on the back of the chair so that it falls down while moaning unintentionally.

Speaking of which, she said at first that she couldn't tell her feelings. What did I expect?

"I'm sorry! My head turned white!"

Flora bows down and apologizes many times.

What does it mean to be good at misleading the reason for your tears when your head is white? An ordinary man would be suspicious, but insensitive to Aldo. I must have really received it.

"Ah, but thanks to him, Aldo paid me the soil he saw with a handkerchief! The face was so close and excited!"

Flora says that with a sloppy look, though it didn't work.

He looked half-eyed to condemn it, and as soon as Flora was aware, he reduced his body.

"Now, I've had a chance to talk about nine years ago, but what are you running away?"

"Uh, I thought I couldn't do that, and tried to say it later !? But Aldo's belly rang and the atmosphere flowed at once ..."

When I say an embarrassed voice, Flora defends in tears.

"... yeah, I can't say that."

I'm a woman with a little girl's heart. I do not want to express my feelings in such an air.

"But that's because it's the first time it's deceiving."

"……Yes"

Then the conversation returns here, and Flora sinks down.

"Even if Flora doesn't confess, if he says from the other side, it will be a solution. Are you appealing properly?"

"Well, I'm going to be appealing as well ..."

Flora answers my words with eyebrows. I am very worried about what this child's appeal is like.

"For example?"

"Work together, bring lunch, eat, and stroll through flower fields!"

"……aside from that?"

When I asked more questions, Flora was shy and shy,

"Well, uh, um ... touching hands casually while working ..."

"Are you a child!"

"Well, why isn't this !?"

Unexpectedly hitting the table, Flora screams surprised.

It's not like a village child's favor. I think it's a good thing to make lunch boxes, but Aldo must exchange food frequently with Flora's house. You may have received it as part of a food exchange.

"No, I'm not good at flora, but I can't tell him that dull thing?"

"Yes !? But what else do you do?"

Yeah? Even if I tell you… I haven't done that, and I have to tell another girl friend how to invite a guy who likes.

"... I'll hit my chest, touch my opponent's body when I get close, and say something that I'm directly concerned with."

Sure, all the friends in the village would have done that.

"Yes !? I can't do that embarrassing!"

As I poke through Flora's tough chest, Flora turns her face red and holds her chest.

You have a bulge that doesn't fit with shy looks. I wish I could push it all the way to Aldo.

"I don't think you'll need to do that if you want to make that person feel that way?"

Especially if the opponent is insensitive.

"That's like that ..."

Looking at the flora that could not be boiled somewhere, I decided to do a little blasting.

"If you don't do that early, Aldo will be taken by another woman?"

"eh?"

Flora leaks a stupid voice in such a word of me.

Apparently he didn't even think about it.

"Because I'm a former adventurer, I can rely on it in an emergency, and my hunting skills are really good. My face and personality are not bad, and many women are aiming because they have a different atmosphere from other villagers?"

"Lie!?"

Flora embarks on a screaming voice.

Looking at it, I sighed,

"That's true. During this time I saw Colin inviting Aldo to eat at home."

"That's it !? No!"

"If so, please confess early."

I replied, and Flora immediately wandered.

"... It's embarrassing ... and I don't know how to say it ... and if I don't think I'll lose my current relationship ..."

Isn't it just embarrassing and not saying? Hearing my words seems to be impatient and trying to act.

It would be nice if there was any chance that Flora could naturally confide his thoughts ...

I'm thinking for a while, because I want to help my best friend.

The trigger of the confession ... Situation and things that are easy to say even with shy flora.

One thing I came up with while thinking about the commonalities between the two was.

"Well, why don't you take a flower if it's hard to get a chance?-See, there's a so-called flower that's tied to a favorite person Flora's father gave to Fiona."

"Oh! It's a knot flower!"

When I say that, Flora claps her hands with a surprised look.

Yes, that. It is a so-called flower that is always bound if the flowers are handed to the opposite sex among the villagers. Flora's father, who passed it to Fiona under the tree and tied it, would be a flower that Flora would consider.

Well, not necessarily, but I don't say that now.

"Aldo also likes flowers, and if he teaches the meaning of the language of flowers, can he confess naturally?"

The flower language in the knot flower is a perfect flower to express the feeling of Flora. Auspicious and good purpose.

"... That's right."

Flora nods slowly, but hasn't said the key lines yet.

"Would someone take me if I leave this as it is?"

When I tell her to follow Flora, Flora stretches her back and changes her expression.

And while looking at this straight with his small lips,

"... I see! I'm going to get the knot flowers tomorrow!"

"After that?"

"Hand over ... this, I confess ..."

Watching Flora turn her face red and answer her depression, I became anxious.