Then Cyril and Chocolate reached the store without anything.
Most importantly, nothing happened because Chocolate was too scared to hear Cyril's sincerity.
The two entered through the back door and showed their faces to greet the master in the kitchen behind it - Tische Sugarein.
Usually, it's time to wake up and move out, but looking around, her figure isn't there.
Chocolate also laughed bitterly as Cyril sighed blatantly "ha".
"The usual, is it?"
"I guess that's it. I'm coming. Chocolate needs to get dressed."
"It's Rikai. Please."
Put the chocolate down, Cyril goes up the stairs behind the hallway.
The second floor of the store was the residence of a teachet.
In the meantime, Cyril knocks on the door that hits the entrance.
"Master, are you awake?
No response.
In other words, the “usual array” was almost confirmed.
Cyril sighed again, breaking in.
Teachet is very ill asleep.
Then why are you a cake shop, so bad that Cyril wants to be stupid?
Apparently, as far as neighbors are concerned, when I was on my own, I used to sleep and open late.
Still, he didn't lose popularity because his arms are certain.
When I came to eat with Flam, it was what she was glittering about carrying the cake - but is it cruel, albeit real?
Instead of shining, the actual teachet was an unfortunate woman in a room smelling like booze, crumbling like a corpse and lying on the floor.
Cyril shakes her body and wakes her up as she approaches the teachet.
"Master, please wake up. You won't make it unless you start planting again."
"Ugh... one more drink..."
"Can you at least show me your willingness to wake up?
Maybe he's drinking in his dreams.
Even if I wake up normally like this, Tische can hardly wake me up.
But Cyril knew how to call it a special effect.
"Master, if you don't wake up, I'll do that, right?
"Hmm... the alcohol is... out of my body..."
Since she was unlikely to wake up, Cyril had a kimmed face and pinned her right hand finger out.
And pants! and sticks his hand through his collar mouth, rubbing his chest relentlessly.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Stop it, stop it. Ha! Cyril, that's what I said!?
When Tische woke up Gabba, and his torso, he turned bright red on his face and dazzled Cyril.
"Good morning. It's effective to stop."
"Are you the devil!?
"No, he's a brave man"
"Don't be brave only when it's convenient for you..."
Teachet holding your chest and shoulders up and down.
Cyril, on the other hand, was used to it, slapping her hands with bread with a clear face.
"It's just about as convenient to use, this kind of thing. Chocolate's already here, so come down as soon as you're ready."
"Damn... I was more reluctant in the beginning. I just didn't..."
Indeed, the original Cyril was relatively concerned about her, with her admiration for the teachet as well.
But by the time a year went by, he seemed to have become familiar with the way he handled it, and he was getting more unhesitant words and actions like he is now.
In short, a teachet is basically a bad person.
Put down the teachet complaining about bumps and Cyril coming back to Chocolate.
Dressed one foot ahead, she wore a cock hat from below with pants, a cock coat on top, and on top of her bundled hair, completely ready.
"Thank you for your hard work. How was your day?
"I guess I don't have a hangover. It was going to take a little while to get here."
"Then I'll start cleaning first."
Chocolate leaving the dressing room.
Cyril also hurries to start dressing.
"I wonder if there's an epic gear coat or something..."
At times like this, armor and swords can be wrapped in an instant.
If you look at it on the scan, there are also ranks in pastry costumes, some of which are granted status, but I still can't see the epic that way.
Even if I found it, there was no way I could have bought it at the cake shop's salary.
In the first place, the equipment used by Cyril was lent by the Kingdom, and it just keeps coming and going.
When Cyril is finished dressing, she rendezvous with Chocolate.
Clean the kitchen as well as the store and showcase.
Tische hasn't come down yet.
Well, on the contrary, there are patterns where only she is up early, so I don't particularly complain.
If you're dissatisfied, one way or the other...
"... there's less wine"
Opening the refrigerator often means that the ingredients that should have been there yesterday are diminishing, is it?
As an evening offering, I guess it fits in the stomach of a teachet.
"Again? I'm asking you not to drink anything from the store."
"Well, this store belongs to the master, so I guess it belongs to him in a way"
You still want me to sneak up on it, or I just need to buy something else for myself.
But Cyril just gives a slightly frightened look and doesn't look angry.
Because at yesterday's stage, I looked into the eyes of the teachet staring at the wine while it was cooking, and I guessed, 'Oh, this is gone tomorrow'.
Nevertheless, I was complaining about this, but I don't work in this store.
In the first place, while Teachet had considerable arms, he did not take the apprentice until Cyril volunteered, because the non-teachet confectionery making part was too pompous.
It was common to think, 'You've often been able to run a shop by yourself before,' as we also talked about the mistaken addition or subtraction of fire attribute magic and the fact that it was about to be lightly on fire.
She may be compatible with Teachet in a way, as she often follows the sobriety with Cyril's extraordinary physical abilities.
"Ah, Master, I'm finally here."
By the time the cleaning was over, Tische finally showed up.
"Uh-huh."
It is a relaxing greeting to you, who have been sleeping.
"Good morning, master"
"Oh, no. You drank too much again, it smells like alcohol."
"Wine invites me. That's a pretty bad girl."
"What do you mean you don't know? Let's get started."
"Aye, then, as usual, please."
In front of the master, even the lousy chocolate seemed commonsense.
But the arms are still the only thing for sure, and that arrangement of making baked confectionery dough doesn't look like a bad person who was asleep until just now.
Cyril, on the other hand, had the task of applying the cream she had planted last night to the sponge using a pallet knife - the so-called nappe - in an invisible movement in people's eyes.
"Master, I've always thought of you."
Chocolate said dissatisfied, skinning the fruit.
"I say steal the moves with your eyes, but you can't see the senior moves in my eyes in the first place?
"... I'm sorry, but I don't see it either."
"Because if they say so, if you slow down, you won't make it"
"That's right, dude!
Sales grew exponentially after Cyril started working.
Plus, Tische is on track to say, 'Let's make some brave cake or something!' and when he devised it and actually sold it, the sales grew beyond laughter.
A brave cake, by the way, is something on top of a shortcake that Cyril uses - I don't actually use - just sugar confectionery in the shape of a sword.
But the sell-out was such that the shop showcase was filled with brave cake alone, and all sold out less than an hour later.
And even now that the brave Fever has settled down, it still sells more overwhelmingly than any other cake.
In other words, Cyril can't keep up with demand unless he uses the physical abilities specific to the brave man and produces them in large quantities.
"One of these days the brave cake will settle down, so that's the patience"
"How long has it been since they kept saying that..."
Long-eyed chocolate.
However, the movement of the hand holding the knife doesn't stop, and some things seem to be worn just fine.
"Me, too. Hey, I didn't think we'd be thriving this far. I didn't know this was going to happen with a few thoughts...... is this a little missing? Magically regulate..."
Teachet put his hands on the treat he had removed from the oven and magically added more baking color.
Chocolate doesn't miss it.
"That's why it's the place. Whoa! Same goes for seniors, but you can't imitate me for the dark attribute if it's magically fine-tuned!
The effect of anger or the movement of Chocolate's hands accelerates even further.
It was no less rapid than a teachet.
"Chocolate, can't you put out a flame of darkness or something?
"If I could use that, I'd be an adventurer... because I'm not a hero."
Ordinary humans cannot be as clever as Cyrillics in their magical applications.
"Okay, okay. Next time, I'll take some time to lecture you on your spare time."
"Master"
"What?"
"This is your fifth statement today, right?
……
Teachet stares at Cyril with a weak look, getting poked at the pain.
"I don't care if you look at me like you ask for help."
Cyril abandoned him lightly.
"Gu, these are always cold disciples. Are you sure? If I get unfaithful, I'll increase the amount of booze tomorrow.
"If you have time to say that, move your hand. You won't make it to the store in time."
And to the cold Cyrillic, Tische pointed his lips, and began to tease.
"I don't have any allies anyway... there was nowhere to be a disciple admiring a no-good shopkeeper who drowned in booze to sleep..."
That's when the ping-pong and the intercom rang.
"Your side is here, master."
"Good for you, Master!
"No matter what you think... but who is it, at this hour before the store opens"
"Aren't you a vendor? You said you asked for fixtures."
"Uh... make it hard. But it's what I ordered, and I'm the only one who knows. Damn it! Cyril, can you watch the oven?
"Okay, I'll do what I can"
"I asked. Bye."
Waving flirtatiously, Teachet heads to the back door.
Only Cyril and Chocolate remained in the kitchen.
The two continue their work quietly.
The sharp movement of Cyril manipulating the pallet knife almost doesn't even emit a sound, so only the sound of shuddering and skinning the fruit sounds.
"Um, seniors"
Moving his hand and keeping his gaze pointed at the knife, Chocolate asks Cyril.
"Earlier, when you came to the store... you said that I hated seniors in the beginning."
"I said... dig back, that topic"
"To?"
"I didn't dare tell you any more because I thought I shouldn't tell you either,"
"I asked you half the time and you said you were worried about me!
"... I guess so"
It's too late for that.
It was just a diagram, all the more so.
"Why did you think that?
"Anything, nothing, because I felt like killing. I've always wondered why people who said," I came to the store admiring Cyril the Brave "looked at me like that."
"You couldn't hide it..."
"I don't think the actress has any talent."
"If it's just my face, I think I can go."
"That's true, though."
"So don't suddenly dele!
"I wish I hadn't told you from the beginning if I was shy enough"
Bitter Cyril.
The blushing chocolate is moving her hands busily.
"But... were you noticed? Yet the seniors..."
But then again, I didn't try to spread the word.
Even as Cyril, I wonder why Chocolate resented herself.
But not now.
Chocolate admires herself as a junior, and then maybe she doesn't have to ask why.
(I mean, you don't normally want to hear about it, I don't know why you're resented. It's going to poke a snake)
Now Cyril is not a brave man.
I sometimes use that title as long as it's convenient, but basically as a normal woman, I'll do what I want to do and live with it - that's what I'm determined to do.
Then you wouldn't mind turning away from anything you didn't like.
Even Chocolate, because you've broken it off as a thing of the past, which is why you've come to turn your heartfelt smile on Cyril.
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At the same time as the store opens, guests lined up come in.
The store, which was quiet, overflowed with women in an instant.
Few tourists cheer with a cake when they see Cyril standing at the counter.
Well, as a precaution against customers like that, there is a sticker in front of the store that says' I refuse to give personal calls or signs to the clerk '.
"Hehe... Hell begins today"
"It's the peak at first, let's get you in the mood"
"Uh-huh."
At the end of that exchange, the two of them couldn't even afford to have a conversation.
The eyeballs are, of course, brave cake.
When this product became popular, other confectioners began to sell cakes inspired by the heroes, but they were still no match for the brave cakes made by real braves.
Naturally, many customers buy other treats together, so even after deducting the brave cake portion, the store sales are jumping more than before, he said.
"Welcome -!
Chocolate, usually a bit of a hassle junior, but better in the field of customer service than Cyril or Teachet.
A nostalgic smile and a bright, crisp voice.
It's a gift of nature around here, so even if Cyril, who has a slightly unfathomable consciousness, works hard, it'll be something she can't quite wear.
Tische is out of the question, by the way.
"Hello, sister"
A girl with a soft waist appears before Cyril, who judges her guests one after the other.
The look on Cyril's face flashed as she lowered her head with green hair.
"Welcome, Halom. You're alone today."
Halom Yandola - She was a regular at this store.
Most of the time, I usually come with Keraina and Tio.
"Yes, because your mother seems busy taking care of Tio"
"Ha ha, Tio-kun is growing up well too"
"That's just my dad's son"
Tio, son of Keraina, who drew Gadio's blood and was still a leading adventurer, is still bigger in back length than his generation of children.
Even on the face, there is style.
However, the person in question seems to be weak and intensely familiar.
"Is it Mr. Gadio's child... I guess he's an adventurer in the future"
"He says he wants to be a cake shop now. Because I love brave cake."
"That would be an honor. So I figured you'd still have that today?
"Yes, three please."
When Cyril takes three brave cakes out of the showcase, she puts them in a box and gives them to Halom in exchange for the money.
"Then I'll come back," she told Cyril with a poor smile, finally meeting Chocolate as well and leaving the store.
Chocolate also waves and drops off her hindsight.
(Halom and Chocolate, I thought you said you knew an old guy...)
Cyril was looking at the side of the chocolate and remembering that Halom had talked about that before.
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A few hours later, Cyril enters a break one foot away where the guests' feet have settled down.
Only Chocolate stands in the store, but she's going to lose as much brave cake, and she'll be enough.
"Master, you're going to take a break"
"Oh, okay"
Teachet has a serious look, glittering with the contents of the oven.
She is also a professional pastry chef.
Occasionally - I sometimes look like this, especially where I don't have Cyril and Chocolate eyes.
"Is it a new one?
"I'm trying to make a selling product that goes beyond brave cake."
"You still have it at the root, don't you? I'll tell you what, it was the master who suggested it."
"Even so. I can't help but regret that the shop flourished thanks to my apprentice as a person to name my master. I'll definitely produce a hit product that goes beyond brave cake one day. Look at that, Cyril!
"So it's nothing. I don't care..."
It is a man named Tische who does not listen when he says it.
With a bitter smile, it was Cyril trying to get out of the kitchen,
"Oh, wait a minute, Cyril"
I was stopped by Tische just before.
Cyril stops.
"What is it, Master?"
"I'm talking about chocolate. How's he doing?
"I'm still doing fine," he said.
"Well, I hope so..."
"Something bothered you, too?
When Cyril asked, Teachet answered with his hand on his chin.
"... rough peeling"
"Peel, is it"
"Thanks for cutting the fruit too... nothing like sharpness. This is just my idea, but I was wondering if Chocolate was sick."
"At least as far as I can tell, it was always the same. Yeah, but..."
"Do you have something in mind?
"I've been picking her up every morning lately."
"No, you guys, you're commuting with me. What are you picking me up, a friendly student or something?
"I don't know either, it was sudden. I was simply wondering if my authentic liking money had worked."
"You were making money."
"I've never been able to be a junior before, so be careful"
It is all the more so because they initially hated themselves.
"But Master's right, if Chocolate's not feeling well, maybe there's also a reason he started coming to us"
"Maybe. Hi. I'm not up to it. I asked Cyril to follow me."
"Is that a round throw?"
"All I can do is drink and pray."
"Okay. I'll try to make sure my master doesn't have to drink it."
"You can let me prolong it, okay?
"Then you could be the wingman who turns the store alone"
"Will you give me a break about that...?
Teachet for real.
It was a pitiful picture of a woman who would also be 34 this year crying to 20-year-old Cyril and begging for forgiveness.
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When Cyril took off her cock coat and changed into her personal clothes, she headed to a park nearby with a lunch box that Milkit had made for her.
Sit on the bench and open the lunchbox.
I don't have anything to say about flavor, but it looks completely professional.
"Whatever the sweets are, they're no match for cooking."
Milkit has one side that rivals Cyril in cooking.
He sees his opponent as a possessor of the same strength and brushes his arms to outrun him.
But the truth is, in areas other than confectionery making, Milkit is already well above Cyrillic.
My love for the flam is growing the mill kit.
Well, basically Cyril is too busy to cook a meal at home, and I'd rather have Milkit improve.
"Yeah, hey, hi"
Kirill cheeks up the contents of the lunch box, also kiku.
Then from afar, I saw someone rushing over to her.
The girl stops in front of Cyril as she rocks her green hair, carefully peppering her head down.
"Hello, Halom. That's the second time today."
"Hi there."
"For now, do you want to sit?
"Sorry to disturb you......"
Next to Cyril, a little sit back Halom.
She had a rare and serious face, not her usual bright smile.
"Was there something you wanted to ask me?
"Yes, actually, what is it about Mr. Chocolate..."
"You said you knew each other for a long time."
"Yeah, I had a couple of plays in the East Side park before the Wang du collapsed"
Perhaps that was on or before Cyril and the others were on their journey to crusade against the Demon King.
"But right, Mr. Chocolate back then... do you say it's different now? More, uh... this may be rude to say, but he was a dark person."
"Chocolate, dark?
Cyril puts her neck up.
It's unimaginable from her now.
"Probably came to the park to escape the house," he said.
"He said the home environment wasn't very good"
"Well, it's just a rumor. But not now."
"Yeah, because the chocolate is bright, energetic weather, and it's about occasional. But it happens all the time."
Cyrillic to narrow your eyes.
On the border that day when Origin was resurrected and the King's Capital collapsed - Cyril didn't actually see it, but many people's lives changed.
Those who have lost their families, those who have survived and suffered great wounds to their hearts.
There are many human beings who are now completely rebuilt, but who have had to change in response or no on the journey to this point.
Even Chocolate's parents, Chocolate herself, are not surprised that something was triggered on that journey.
But - Cyril had an idea of Halom's "Chocolate When It Was Dark".
When we just met, Chocolate resented Cyril.
From that time on, she was as nostalgic as she was, but Cyril knew it wasn't meant to be.
In short, Chocolate was wearing a mask.
If that essence hasn't changed from what Halom said about her when it was dark - it wasn't a tragedy five years ago that turned Chocolate into her now.
Unless it's Cyril's nagging, that would mean the days he's been dealing with senior and junior.
I mean, haven't Chocolate's parents changed anything since Halom knew?
Such a possibility surfaces.
"So I was curious, and I asked the neighbors..."
"About Chocolate?
Kokun, and Harom nodding.
You realize it's not a good idea to expose someone else's private life just out of curiosity, and that look looks sorry.
"Well, I'm really, really curious, and I don't know what it is either."
"It's okay, 'cause I don't give a shit"
Cyril strokes Halom's head gently.
"Thank you, thank you. So, if you ask me... I'll tell you that no one knows about Mr. Chocolate's family."
anxiously, Halom said.
"I'm probably living with him, but he said he barely saw anyone but Mr. Chocolate"
"You mean you haven't been out much?
"I think so"
"With Chocolate's salary, we feed the whole family..."
"Mr. Chocolate's family lived in the King's Capital, so I think we're getting subsidies."
"Oh well. Then there is no money problem. But... it's unnatural that no one has ever seen it."
"After all, does Sister Cyril think so too"
Above all, I am also concerned about the anxiety that Halom had when he saw the chocolate.
Halom also draws the blood of leading adventurers.
It's not unnatural to have such an excellent idea.
Besides, Chocolate may not be feeling well - I just heard that from Teachet earlier.
"Thanks, Halom. I'll try to care about Chocolate as much as I can, too."
"Please. Me too, because I like Mr. Chocolate. It's best if there's nothing."
You were relieved by Cyril's words, Halom went back to smiling as usual.
And as he stood up and patted his butt gently, he ran away, waving vigorously.
"Parents of Chocolate......"
Cyril shrugs as she carries the blur and egg roll to her mouth.
It's not a short relationship with Chocolate, but it's true, even once before, my parents' topic was never spoken out of her mouth.
◇ ◇ ◇
After closing, Chocolate and Cyril left the store together when they finished making the order for tomorrow.
Usually we split into different paths along the way, but for one thing today, Cyril was going to send Chocolate home.
"That, seniors... are you following me?
'Cause I'm worried about the night lane.
"It's never happened like that before. Oh, maybe you finally fell in love with me?
"I walk without saying anything stupid"
"Eh heh, I get it"
Chocolate seems happy even if they don't respond well.
He's honestly glad that Cyril's act is worrying him about himself.
"But when you're going to work with me in the morning and walk home with me, you're finally not looking like a lover? Per newspaper reporter."
"I've been thinking, does Chocolate want to be my girlfriend and me?
"Heh!?
'Cause that's what I say every time.
"Chi, chi, no. Hey! I'm just making fun of the seniors!
"Weak to fight back for it"
"Because that's a future improvement!
Apparently, Chocolate cares too.
Though, well, Cyril enjoys that exchange, too, so I didn't feel bad.
"The sky, it's beautiful"
"Yeah."
"I often say the city is brighter and the stars are harder to see, but I'd rather be now"
Chocolat speaks as he reaches for the sky.
"'Cause before, I couldn't even look up at the sky in peace."
What she's visionary about is the sky five years ago.
Red stained with burning flames, flying dragon-shaped Kimyra, a hellish sky.
"I'm sure there's room for feelings."
"... chocolate"
"What is it?
"If something nasty happens, I don't want you to feel comfortable talking to me. I hate trouble, but I think I can work pretty hard for a cute junior."
"Really, what's the sudden matter, seniors? Did you even drink poison?
"Normally rude"
"I'm sorry. But it's still weird. Hey. You really fell in love with me, didn't you?
"I don't want you to worry about that. I just thought so."
"Hehe...... ok. He's worried about me purely, and I appreciate your feelings."
Instead of the usual busy atmosphere, Chocolate laughed softly.
Cyril is a little relieved.
And we got to the front of Chocolate's house.
It's a bungalow everywhere, and from what I've seen, there's nothing particularly odd about it.
"Thank you for today, seniors"
"You're welcome."
"See you tomorrow,"
"Mmm."
It was Cyril who wanted to worship her parents if possible, but when Chocolate unlocked early by herself, she went inside.
Cyril giving up and turning her back on Chocolate's house.
At the time I tried to walk into my own house - on my back, I felt signs of freezing.
Looking back.
Two eyes stared at this one from the window of Chocolate's house, a faintly open gap in the curtain.
A man.
The color of the hair is not the same as chocolate, but is it the father because of his age?
He stared at Cyril with a murderous gaze, eventually, slowly closing the curtain and walking away.
"What are the signs now..."
In the beginning, it was very similar to the killing spirit that was directed at Chocolate.
If that was really her father, the reason Chocolate approached Cyril, and the events that caused it...
Cyril silently stared into her palm.
And I recall.
About that abominable ring that was stuck in these fingers.
◇ ◇ ◇
Cyril returned home feeling unseen.
As I approach the front door, I usually smell a good meal made by Milkit from inside.
But not today.
"What is this... of blood, smell...?
There are obviously more signs of people feeling indoors than usual.
Something's wrong.
Cyril, who guessed, called in epic gear for the first time in a long time and held the sword in his right hand.
Then touch the door knob with your left hand and slowly open the door.
What Cyril saw there...
"Duh, thank you... sorry to bother you,"
Henriette, who for some reason had only a chest;
"Sister... Sister... well... hehe..."
He dyed his chest bright red with a nosebleed and looked like an Otilier lying on the floor.