Looks like the money I got at Barol's was a little too much so I could buy 5 pies of mothballs.
I wanted that mysterious beauty to eat the flattery of being able to stand. Hurry back to the awakened building. I threw out a beautiful woman who stayed asleep without locking her up, and now I wonder, but when I woke up, I wasn't even able to make a calm decision. When I returned, the beautiful woman slept safely, so let's try to be good.
View again, but there was a really beautiful person there.
I can't help but want to touch my fine skin. I endured there because I was going to be sexually harassed. This mysterious beauty still doesn't wake up, although it would be nice to have bought a mothpie and gone home. Sleeps easily in a white cocoon.
I want you to wake up before it cools, but I have no idea when. What the hell happened to us? I can't even remember how I seem to remember, so I gave up thinking.
If it stays like this, I won't have any mothballs......
I brought the mothpie closer to the point where it didn't stick to the cocoon. I'll give you a scent of mothballs to stimulate the mysterious beauty's sense of smell.
"... Ugh..."
... The mysterious beauty uttered a glossy voice.
This is unexpected. I just wanted to try not to wake up with my appetite, but an unexpected harvest.
Let it smell like mothballs again.
"Ah..."
I don't know, what's this feeling of dominance?
Smell it again.
"Yikes..."
She blushed her cheeks and spoke louder than earlier. Maybe this is heaven. Is the mind-blowing beauty in front of you rewarding me for my good deeds to the point of goddess? No, let's be cool.
I tried to go on a few more times, but her body moved pickly.
You gonna wake up?
Now my fingers moved clearly. And the mysterious beauty opened her lid as she quickly gained strength all over her body and uttered "hmm".
Big, beautiful eyes seemed clear from the cocoon. You look even prettier than you did when you were asleep. Though the impression that the customer seemed to have strong feelings increased even more.
She didn't seem to know what it was, but soon she broke the cocoon wrapping herself with both hands and came out.
Naturally, my consciousness was right in front of me.
"Who are you?
"I don't know either."
"... is he dangerous?"
"I don't think that's why. I can't remember myself. You know who you are?
"Of course, I... that? Who would that be?
"You know what? I'm like that, too"
"Oh, well."
She looked inside this building again. I don't have a sense of life and next door I have the same cocoon that I had in it.
"Have you just woken up, too?
"No, I woke up a little earlier. So, I bought this outside. Mommy pie, it's so good."
She took my offer of hot pie, but she doesn't seem to like it very much.
"Try it, 'cause you must be so hungry"
"Yeah..."
She took a terrible bite.
... Ha-ha.
... Ha-ha-ha.
...... hahahahahahaha, mmmmmmm!!
Speaking an unspoken sound, she threw all the mothballs into her mouth. He was dyeing his plump, swollen cheeks red, spilling inspiring tears from his eyes. I don't know why, but I was sticking one hand up like I was proud to win.
"Um... another one..."
"Go ahead."
As expected, I offer her a replacement for the mothballs. I also showed the rest so that there was more, but she threw it all into her mouth like the first one and poked up the fist of victory.
Stuck her throat after that and helped her suffer... I tried not to be remembered. I don't want to remember anything where the beauty of her blame is sumptuous.
"Phew, I'm kind of happy my stomach's filled."
"Do I seem to remember myself?
"No, not at all"
So is that. I ate my mothpie too, but it doesn't make any difference. Not so much as a bloated stomach, my memory wasn't going to come back to me.
"Hey, what can I call you about you?
She's been peeking into my face and visiting about that.
A troubled question. I don't know what to call it when I don't remember anything about myself or anything.
Second, I remembered what happened at the blacksmith's workshop I went to earlier. That famous swordmaker, did you indeed say his name was Kurli Helan? He was quite skilled, but he said he died a few years ago. I was actually a little jealous of that fame of his. Because I feel like I can strike enough swords to beat him myself. That's what my instincts say.
"Kurli... let's call it"
I don't even know the clear reason, but somehow in Kurli's name, I named him.
"Phew, that's a nice name for you to have something loose."
That's a pretty tough lady to say. I thought there was something about my personality, but I'm expecting a big enemy.
"What about you?
"What!? Me too?"
"Naturally, it's on the edge of something that we met here, and let's decide what to call it. And they made fun of my name. I want you to show me your taste."
I provoked her a little mean. They told me it was loose, and this much would be just fine.
"Uh... What about Ellie?
She said so, slightly.
Ellie... Ellie. Yeah, I regret it, but it's so cute. Awesome.
"What do you say!
"Heh, sounds like a child"
My hands were about to spin around my neck when I couldn't get my hair in. I barely did, but they were strangling me just like that? It's so hunting. I can't believe I'm feeling strong! It's dangerous, she!!
"Frightened! Oh, my God!
"Because you insult me."
"I'm not insulting you. By the way, why Ellie?
"... I have footage of a long time ago I saw the stage in less memory. Talk about a noble courtier running off with a bandit and living quietly and happily in the city. The heroine's name is Elise. Why do you remember this? Well, fine. I took it from there."
"You admire that Elise?
Maybe it is. But she looked embarrassed and didn't answer. I flew in another word instead.
"... I hate you"
"I feel the same way about this one"
The face is the type, though. Of course I won't tell you.
If the slaughter atmosphere drifted and I was worried about what to do, the door to this house opened.
"Ah."
And he came in leaking his voice was a looking 16,7-year-old girl with a simple face. Her eyes were thin and her skin was wheat. I feel like a healthy country girl without makeup.
"Oh, are you awake?
"I'm awake, yes"
"No, I don't know when I'm gonna wake up and I'm sorry I'm not ready for anything"
She rushed into the room and put the cleaning equipment in her hand in the corner. She seemed to be responsible for the cleanliness in this building.
The woman next door...... Ellie seems to have figured that out too, and they welcomed her in a awe-inspiring manner.
"Don't be so afraid of both of us. I'm just a city girl. You two are probably in great shape, so I think it's on this side to be awed."
"Maybe?"
"Uh, yes. I thought maybe they were both noble people. We both have beautiful faces, so I thought there might be noble blood..."
"Sorry, we don't seem to remember much. If you like, you can tell me everything from where you know it, okay?
"Of course! Because that's what I do, too. But let's just make something. Probably hungry."
"Fine. I just bought something at the market that would be hot for both of us."
"Oh, that. I saw it, too. It smelled delicious, but I thought it was shaped like it was going to clog my throat, so I didn't have to buy it. I'm a little bit of a pussy, so I get food stuck in my throat a lot. It's really painful, isn't it, that? Uh, I'm sorry. I don't know, I told my story. You two don't have any experience stuffing food in your throats because you seem classy, do you? hahaha."
I don't remember, but Ellie was jamming me earlier, so I'll make sure you're not the only one.
The carefree girl sat down in front of us, placing her finger on her chin and worrying about where to start talking.
"Oh, I forgot my name. My name is Polly. We help liquor stores run by our parents. My dream for the future is to marry someone who can make delicious alcohol. My age is sixteen this year. My favorite foods go with alcohol. Even so, I can't drink alcohol. Haha, I'm the daughter of a liquor store, so I watched you and your mother and customers eat knobs, and I kind of even liked you. Then I used to do that in front of my friends..."
"Maybe that's enough. Mr. Polly sounds lovely!
Pretty much my pace! That's all I understood.
"Haha, thank you. I'm happy because I'm not quite complimented either. If you like me, be a man who can make alcohol. Because I can't hang out without a man who can make booze."
"... Yes. I'll remember."
After Mr. Polly's long introduction, she was worried about where to start again. Will we ever know the past!! I'm not the only one who should be disturbed by Mr. Polly's condition.
"It was a rainy day. Your father asked an old friend to replace his debt shoulder. That was ten years ago."
Ten years ago!? What are we going to be told now? What if he's been asleep for ten years?
"Oh, I opened a liquor store twelve years ago. Even though I'm young, I remember. I was full of hope then. Times were good. I got flowers all over the neighborhood to celebrate."
You're being talked about, this. Definitely. I haven't slept in ten years.
"And then a lot happened, and it was three years ago that I met the two of you."
You broke it!! Seven years, you broke it!!
You seem like a benefactor for once, and I'll listen to you in silence. I just want to say something amazing. You can break it!!
"Are you getting any hotter?
Ellie pointed that out to me. They said I was getting hot enough to see it.
"I almost couldn't pay my shoulder debt and I tried to let go of the store. I don't like it, I really don't like it, I desperately protested to your father and mother. But your father said he had no choice. Your mother just laughed lonely. I can't forgive your father's old friend, and I can't forgive him for not showing his face since he replaced his debt with his shoulder. But there's nothing I can do..."
You want it broken there, don't you? True.
I was told a spectacular hardship story and Ellie and I felt a lot depressed. I think that old friend is bad. Really.
"That's when a guy named Moran showed up. I was an old man, but I was wondering if I could marry this guy if he could make alcohol somewhere in Dundee... There's a lot going on, and the guy paid my debts. I was happy. Some people are bad in the world, but some are good. So, that Mr. Moran asked for it. I don't know how long I'm going to live, so I was asked to ask for two of them."
"Is that us?
"Yes, it is. Mr. Moran didn't tell me more about the two of them. I just don't know when I'll wake up, so I was given a ton of money. I honestly had too much of that amount, and I thought I might open a number two store or something for this, but I couldn't let people's goodwill go without it, and I rented an empty house like this for three years since, and I've been taking care of both of them. Even when it comes to taking care of him, Mr. Moran said he doesn't need rice, he doesn't need a bath or anything, and he doesn't have anything to do with it in particular. I just need you to keep me safe."
"... moran"
It was a name I can't remember at all.
"That cocoon sounds like it was amazing magic, and it still feels incredible that the two of you woke up fine this way. I have always been grateful to Mr. Moran, but I would like to thank him for doing so. Thank you so much for waking us both up."
"No, welcome."
Apparently, we were originally helped by a guy named Moran. He said he kept us with her until he paid a fortune and the guy disappeared.
Why? Why did you do that for us?
"I can't thank Mr. Moran enough. I also get a lot of money. That Mr. Moran said the two of you are worthy of respect. So for me, too, the two of you are worthy of respect. Stay here as long as you like, because I'll take care of everything."
I wish I could hide that I got paid or something, but I can tell if I look at it as pure one everywhere.
I'm sure he'll take care of you forever if you're sweet. I can also predict.
"Thank you so much, Polly. I can't remember what happened to us, but it was thanks to you and your Mr. Moran that we were able to wake up this way. Please spend all the money you get from Mr. Moran for yourself, and from now on, I'm going to make a living on my own after I wake up. I might be able to take some care of you."
"I apologize to Mr. Moran for that. Say anything."
I really wish. I asked Ellie for salvation with my gaze because it was going to be a push question if I stayed this way.
"Are you also likely to do something?
The question was directed at me somehow. That's true, too, or maybe we should talk about specifics because we're going to make our own living.
"I can do a blacksmith job. I think if I had just a few hands on it, I'd open the store. Is the store okay with this house? I'm pretty confident in my arms... maybe."
"Well, what if I borrowed a few of those former hands I might need? And then I guess I'll ask Mr. Polly to be my first customer. If the store is going to work, you don't have to feel sorry for Mr. Polly or Mr. Moran, do you?
Looks like you were right to seek salvation. It gave me an exact solution on this occasion. And watching Ellie's hazy talk seemed cool.
"It's cool -"
Seems Mr. Polly thought the same thing.
"I really get a lot of money, so take as much as you want. You were a blacksmith, right? By the way, I didn't hear your names."
"Call me Kurli"
"I'm Ellie."
"Mr. Kurli and Mr. Ellie. It's going to be fun!
Come on, Mr. Polly, who stood up saying let's get down to cleaning, yes! and suddenly remembered, turned to us again.
"There was a word Mr. Moran had asked me to tell him absolutely. Uh, listen to me."
Hey, what is it? Sounds a little scary.
"Doh, go ahead."
"We both did our own duty. I hope that after I wake up, I will only live with my own happiness in mind"
I'm glad I didn't forget, he snapped and Mr. Polly went to get cleaning equipment.
It was a line as if the kindness of a man named Moran seemed clear. Is that why it's strangely on my mind?
Mr. Polly then said he was going to clean it, but turned it down and Ellie and I were going to clean the room. It's a house I'm going to be living in for a while. We should carefully clean them with our own hands. I'll take a look at the room while cleaning. I feel so lonely because I have very little stuff. I thought I might have to align it with the furniture.
Is that it?
I had a few questions, so I spoke to Ellie, who was seriously cleaning nearby.
"You know, I'm talking to Mr. Polly. Earlier in the day, it felt like Ellie was here, too?
"Of course, right? There is no other way to go. Half my territory."
Territory, exaggerate.
"Maybe the store feels like helping too?
"Of course not. I don't think I can do anything else. If I had my beauty, my sword wouldn't work, but I have customers coming to buy it, right?
"Rude. If you look at my arm, you'll fall in love. By and large, how do you know you're beautiful? You just woke up."
"Oh, you're a little in love with me. That's the proof."
Ugh...... Was it broken?
"I have no choice. Let's work together."
I reached out, but Puy missed my face. They don't shake hands about making up.
"Oh, my God, that doesn't feel right."
I told you I didn't like you.
"But we're gonna work hard together, right? Then it's hard to do what you hate."
"I don't like you. But I don't hate faces that much. So I'll put up with you."
That's what Ellie left out and went upstairs to clean.
... Yeah, well, well. Is that it? Don't you hate my face... Oh, that kid, no way! Tundele!? It's a tundra!?