Brought My Wife Back from Another World

"There he is. Isn't that Azsa?

Turn your gaze to the words of the ref. A busy evening city, in which Mr. Azsa looked serious and sorted the vegetables. He has a cage in his hand and moves to rest his arms from time to time. It must be heavy… maybe even the ingredients already bought are packed.

I saw you here at the corner, shall I call you? He seems to have thought the same thing as himself, and proceeds with his legs with the ref who answered with just a snort. but before they could speak, the shopkeeper spoke to Mr. Azsa.

Is he familiar with the face, and Mr. Azsa is also responding easily. I'm sorry to interrupt that... but I want to say hello... hold on, I nodded myself this time to the suggestion that came out of the ref.

"What are we making today?

I thought I'd make it a pan because it's cold.

"Nabe, we don't know how to cook!

"It's easy and I recommend it. He made a lot of meat, and he ran out of vegetables..."

"Ho, is my husband going to make it too?

"... he doesn't want me to have a hard time. It's more painful to take what you can do, so he only makes it once in a while."

"I'm loved, Azsa, you are"

"Really? Isn't that just overprotective?... because he's quite the stressful type... at least at home, I want you to take your time..."

I laugh at him for being in trouble as I twirl the vegetables in my hand. Though that's what I say in my mouth, it's not a troubled breeze at all... rather, my expression tells me it's even loving. The shopkeeper, whom he saw up close, was only slightly surprised and then exuberantly laughed.

Then he took the same vegetables Mr. Azsa had in his hand from the vegetable cage.

"He's better this way."

"Oh, thank you."

"Anything else? I'll choose you."

"Oh, my God, that's generous."

"Make your husband a navy, honey."

To that word, Mr. Azsa's face is dyed red. Let it go! And the store owner was laughing even more at the way he roughed up his voice.

If you hang your dark hair on your ear like a blindfold, your appearing ear is also dyed red. Along with the angry Mr. Azsa, the hidden sapphire earrings swayed… it seemed that he was made to reaffirm that it belonged to the commander of the Ilias Squad.

"Uh... go back, Cecil"

"Right..."

I agree with the ref who has looked up scratching his cheek with an indescribable look. I turned my back on Mr. Azsa and started walking towards the castle.

"Ilyas, I'm gonna let you go home early today."

"Yeah, I agree"

"I didn't expect Azsa to look like that... isn't it bad to be unconscious?

The ref put his arms behind his head and pointed his mouth. I also know exactly what he's trying to say.

Usually he looks like he doesn't think anything about the chief of the Ilias Squad, but the fruit, the affection, has not been beaten by our chief of the Squad, he has been shown a lot of different things. I'm so embarrassed by the way I look at it.

They look really good on you. I guess we met, loved each other, tied together so we could meet.

"Yeah... enviably, it's a good couple"

"Right."

The ref, looking up at this one again, was laughing with a rare and gentle face.