I wake up before the sun rises yet.
Keep it up and blink. Then Yumiel wakes up slowly.
also pass your legs through the winter slippers you did, and get dressed so that you don't make as much noise as possible. Then enter the washroom on the same floor and wash your face with cold water. Guitar said it was cold, cold, always using warm water, but Yumiel thought it would be better if she was cold, but instead her consciousness was tightened.
Nevertheless, the body is not groaning and chilling. Yumiel did not know the detailed principles, but both Eru, the scholar, and the knowledgeable old dragon, were advising him to warm his body up all together.
I see, indeed, the warmth is pleasant in winter. Though I thought it was a little extravagant, Yumiel lined the living room on the ground floor, the fireplace behind it, and lit it with ignited demon stones.
I could put up with some cold, but I had a cold with it and couldn't help but transfer it to my husband. Yumiel confirmed that the firewood had caught fire and now moved to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Yummy!
"... good morning"
After lighting a candle, Yumiel went shopping at a neighborhood bakery.
This is the only bakery around here. Inevitably, the neighbor, Caorle, and I used to face each other every morning.
"It's still cold today."
"... right"
Even Easwind was born in the South, Caorle did not like the winter cold in Granferia. The air is cold, the morning falls, besides the sea breeze blows. She wore many pieces of clothing on top of each other, saying it wasn't a hoarding one.
"Uh-huh, let's get some bread and go home!
"... let's do that"
A rounded, swollen caorle, like a harsh winter sheep, makes its way to the bakery a little difficult to move. Along the way, she looked up at the building beside the street and leaked several times her admiration.
"Nevertheless, you have a splendid palace. Sasu, Chaos Drago... and Lou."
Caorle, who inadvertently puts the identity of the router in his mouth and hurries to hold his mouth with both hands. She just glanced around, grinning lightly, passing in front of Her Highness the Dragon Princess for a shitty and small run.
"Mm, mmm..."
Buying bread following Caorle and coming home, Yumiel found something crawling into the living room.
It's black, like a big caterpillar, and it's making sloppy noises and crawling through the floor, slowly heading into the kitchen. To such an odd creature, Yumiel offered freshly baked bread, then quickly brewed tea.
"Muggle, muggle, muggle! Ngu! Oops!
It sounds really nasty.
Rather than a meal, it sounds like you're flicking out excrement, shame on you and the outside. The monster who was emitting it put two white breads, one nutty bread, in his stomach instantly, exhaling satisfactorily.
"Hmm... hey, thank you, Mr. Yumiel"
"… it was so"
It seemed like a caterpillar haunt. What a woman who was duped with the supreme brains, genius Eru.
She thinks that research comes first and that an important part is missing as a human being, and she still doesn't realize her hunger until the limits come. It must have been that case again this time. Though it's nice to be here to grab some dinner for your free life, I did my best along the way, he said.
"You're always taking care of me. Oh, this is for an apology. It's something I've improved on. Help me."
"... thank you"
Rubbing his belly, Eru, who was about to sit in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace, just noticed that he had now removed a sawdust large demon stone from his white pocket.
Red, tight and slightly warm. The look and texture resemble demonic stones for boiling the bath - but I can't be more alert than her hands are in it. Many of the things she brings are performances that line up with commercials, but sometimes, they mix up with a hell of a lot of hassle.
Yumiel pocketed the Demon Stone in an attempt to have it appraised later by your greatness.
"Shh... Shh..."
While Yumiel was preparing his breakfast, Eru was resting in front of the fireplace. That skinny brunette elf is a big favorite with the rocking chairs that you love to use. When you look at the gap, it fits in that position, and then you take a nap, or you read a paper.
"Munya..."
I don't even have someone to take my rocking chair from today. She tried to keep it that way, and Yumiel dropped her gaze on the pan at hand.
Though there is no store owner, I will not close the store on weekdays.
At about 9 a.m., Yumiel opens the curtains in the ground floor office and opens the shop "Free Life" for anything. Whatever the store's work is basically centered on what ends that day, so it gets out of hand for a while from opening.
That's why I can't be distracted. I don't know when or when a guest with troubled circumstances will open the door. It is only by being able to cope with all of these people that a shop for anything becomes one business.
Yumiel turned to his work desk, drawing more attention because it was just after the store opened. Then, as if to respond to her sincerely, Karan, Cologne and the bell that tells the visitors - rings.
"... Welcome"
Looking back to the entrance and exit, Yumiel bowed her head in a neat manner. Then a bright voice descends from her head, much higher.
"Wow!
"... Was it Mr. Krumia"
It was Yumiel's well-known Dog Beast girl who stood at the entrance to her free life after all.
Short hair with baby blonde, dripping dog ears, blocky tails. Though she wears a thick jacket, she likes to wear shorts even in the winter, which is exactly who she was, the walnut-bright.
"... what can I do for you? Or is it a job request?
"Yeah. I came to see Takahiro... he's not here, is he?
A walnut that moves its nose and searches for the smell of greatness.
The Dog Beast says she has a good nose, but her that's exceptional. The walnut, who broke through your absences only with the smell felt from this scene, drooped his tail a little lonely.
"... Yep. Your husband is going far away. We don't know exactly when you're coming back."
"Wow."
"... if you have any message (by any means), please do."
"Yeah, it's okay. 'Cause I'm just here to see your face."
Plumpy shook his head, the walnut grinned and left his free life.
"Good luck with your work, then!
"... you're not going"
Peppered and bowed to the waving wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy
(Work. Mr. Krumia, you've grown up, too)
When we just met, we still didn't speak the language well and didn't even help Mampu Pavilion. I hear that now I am also entrusted with the culinary preparation, and that I am able to do the trick of being a drunk.
Man is a growing creature. This is especially true of children. Every time I look at each other, I realize a little something is changing.
- Think about it, what about yourself?
(Me too, is that so)
It's hard to notice for myself, but from people's point of view, is Yumiel growing as well? Is it able to grow a little compared to what I did in this House three winters ago?
(... at least, this house has changed)
The other day, at the end of the repair, I had my office wallpaper replaced.
It used to be unscented gray, but now it has a warm cream color. In one way or another, Yumiel was even impressed that the wallpaper was better now, something that would change her impression with one wallpaper.
(I have to change too)
To that end, we must encourage work.
You can't just live caricaturally. Routout also said that people are polished and grow after various experiences. For example, nothing deserves more than a shop job. Yes Yumiel believed, pinned his spine and kept waiting for the door to open.
Then, before enough, the bell rings again -.
"... Welcome. Welcome to Free Life, Anything."
Yumiel also bowed her head to the visitor, politely, but as usual, faceless.
"I don't think I'm coming home today."
It was Alty, the red-haired woman adventurer, who leaked so much at the dinner table.
Healthy burned in the day, she turned the spoon around slightly behaving and threw it into the cup like a crook. Then I put my hands behind my head and try to fall behind it so it doesn't seem funny.
"I brought a plug because of you. He's a busy guy, man."
Alty makes a noise with the guillotine and balances the chair by falling behind or not. Yumiel bowed her head to her, who did the Buddha's top as she said.
"... I'm sorry. Your husband will contact you as soon as he returns."
"Oh, that's okay, that's okay! I didn't ask you to do that!
In a hurry, Altie got herself on the table and tried to get Yumiel's head up.
"About the meat skewer, he said he'd bring it again"
On the side of her hand, saying so, was a skewer of lamb served on a plate, and it was somewhere out of alignment, just a little burnt.
I'm sure she baked it herself. Even to Yumiel, who is negligent in his manners, I understood that very well. Alty came to free life without even contacting you in an attempt to surprise you.
"Bye. Dinner, Ochiso-sama."
"... Yes. Good night."
In the end, the skewers were to be eaten by Yumiel and Alti. Still, they left the excess skewers as they were, even if they could be used for soup.
After Altie is gone, Yumiel grabs a little skewer while she cleans up dinner.
(You've improved)
Compared to the previous Adventurer Sandwich, it's a difference between cloud mud.
Remembering that awful taste, Yumiel had nodded over and over again that it was still a human, a growing thing.
…………………………
Well, when I finished washing the dishes, I finally stopped doing it.
With you, I would make him tea or watch video crystals with him - but I don't feel that way on my own.
If she had at least a router, she'd be the one to talk to, but she's going to visit her willing François house. I guess I'll be late on my way home or I'll be staying when I'm bad.
I just have to spend the rest of the night alone. It's nothing. It's not bitter, and I don't mean it.
(Where and what is your husband doing?)
When I'm alone, I really think about you.
Like Elu at dawn, shaken by his favorite rocking chair, Yumiel recently thought of his busy husband.
(It's getting kind of stubborn... what does it have to do with anything)
Yumiel seems to be a great comprehender, and knows not much of it, its fruit. Nothing, nothing, I don't know, that he is a different world, that he was about to return to the world he was once in, that he is looking for clues to the evil gods.
Nobita doesn't talk so much at home. So Yumiel works his imagination and tries to make up for the shortfall -.
Whether I thought about it or not, I wasn't sure about you alone.
Why did you buy yourself? How did you make yourself a maid of honor? Why are you living with me? How can you not tell me something?
Staring at the swinging flames in the fireplace, Yumiel was blurry and contemplating such a thing.
Then, abruptly, there was the sound of the front door opening,
"Uh-huh, Sami, no!
I could hear the doodle and some noisy footsteps.
"... your husband"
This is all I know very well. Your Majesty is back.
Yumiel left her sassy rocking chair and stretched her apron dress wrinkles with bread, approaching the living room door.
"Hey, we're home."
A voice approaching from the hallway. Undisputed signs of greatness, Yumiel laid his hands on the door knob without a dust.
And she said,
"... welcome back, my lord"
and greet my husband.
Sight as usual. Greeting as usual. That's all that's changed, and I guess it's going to go on forever...
At least, that's what Yumiel thought.