* This time we will send you by three names instead of one of the main characters Cage.

- The day after Misha returned from chore training.

"Hey, Lena, I need to check with you."

Misha came to Lena in the morning.

It should be noted that Misha strained too much on the first day, so Lena ended up making the dish mainly for today. After this, I plan to keep the cooking and cleaning in check.

So the place is also the kitchen. Lena is cooking eggs.

"Yes, sister, what the hell is it?

"You know... frankly, frankly... I'll ask..."

It was already hard to say how frank I was to ask.

"You know... well, I don't think I need to ask you this... the..."

"Sister, what is it after all? I have no idea."

Misha is blushing for some reason.

Misha tells Cage everything, but she's so weak with other people.

"Oh, oh, you know, while I was in training... hey, there was nothing...?

"Nothing? What's nothing? Sister, tell me something more plainly, even bandits can't guess."

"I mean, there was nothing with your husband!

I couldn't stand it, and it took the form of a scream.

As for Misha, that seems to be my biggest concern.

"Look, I, you've had a week of special training that was meant to end in about three days... I didn't mean to leave the house so empty... I can't believe it would have happened to you and your husband in the meantime..."

Misha imagined the extra, got scared, shook her head maybe.

"Oh, is that so?"

Lena laughed uncontrollably.

"Don't call me that... It's the most important item for me…"

"Sister, that's an overthought. I know you and my husband are friends, and you're not going to do anything to kick the crack in there."

Pom Pom and Lena slap Misha on the shoulder.

It's a body language about peace of mind.

"Oh, right...... That's fine...

"That's right. So my sister's been hanging out with her husband for a long time.

I hear Lena remembered something.

"Should I report that..."

"Hey! Why are you thinking about it there!

Anxiety floats in Misha's face.

"Um, it's just a story that doesn't matter... I was wondering if I should report it..."

"Yes, report them in detail."

"My husband and I went to the dungeon. See, that's when I got Tiara."

"Oh, you mean then. So what happened? There's no way I kissed you or anything more...?

"I, I slept tired, but my head was leaning against my husband's shoulder, wasn't it? So I woke up and realized, that's all..."

You've been in contact with your husband for a long time.

It was a fairly standard Misha decision.

"Of course, nothing more has happened, right? My husband just tried to put this one to sleep slowly, too!

Nevertheless, Lena remembers that too, and her cheeks are subtly dyed red.

I can't believe I'm leaning against my shoulder and sleeping, because it seemed like something my lover would do.

"If nothing's happened, don't light it up... He's my husband... It's not your property..."

"That's right...... I think it's strange too..."

"You have nothing else...?

The pursuit hand is still going on.

"Nothing more, sir."

"Well... that's about it. Instead, I also feel there's a problem with your husband leaving you alone without waking you up... Because you have no sin."

For one thing, Misha's anxiety was relieved.

However, Misha's face is not yet subtly clear.

"It might be safer to educate your husband about the future."

I don't think I'll ever let you just cheat. It was Misha.

"Oh, yeah, there was another one. It's not a big deal."

"What the hell? Well, I don't know what that means."

"You were in a huge hurry when I went out naked on an apron to flush you even on your back when my husband was in the bath. I was hiding something, but what was it?"

"You, I wouldn't understand if you were doing it on purpose!!!!"

It was Misha, who vowed that it would be a bad idea not to actively educate Lena either.