Wake up in the morning, wash your face and go to the living room.
Exchange words with Yumiel and have breakfast about your seat.
Taste plenty of warm cafe ole, brush your teeth, get familiar...
I have nothing else to do. All you have to do is open the store. Only two minutes left until opening time at 9: 00 a.m.
"... come on, come on"
Noble University, who had moved to the office and stopped in front of the door, sighed, but...
I knocked the door key around.
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Doors to open. Signs to be turned over.
And I just walked in saying I was waiting for you.
"Hey."
Brave Astrea, that was him.
"Good morning, Your Highness. Nice morning."
A brave man shining from all over his body so unbeatable by the morning sun.
The woman, as if scattered with sparkling grains of light, took precious hands with a refreshing smile.
"I'll help you with your work today. Can you tell me anything?
"Ah, ah... please"
Close, close.
Besides, I'm dazzled, I can't look straight at you.
I wear butler clothes for disguise, and to work, but it's like I can't hide anything. The neutral face is accentuated, making it extra appealing. Yet the insecurity, the beauty of the motion, remains feminine, making her look exactly like a beauty man in men's clothes.
"Hey."
"Yikes!
In fact, the town daughter, who was wandering around the store, was smiled at by Astrea and fled.
They had fans early. It's not the brave man's clothes, and the holy sword is not lowered now. I didn't follow you because I thought you were a brave man, but then you're extra sinful.
(This is... more than I thought...)
Your university was going to sink now that it was going to be a pain in the ass.
"So, Your Highness. I need to ask you something."
"Am I? What the hell?"
"What exactly does a store do?
"No, you're right about the name. Cleaning, delivery, helping other stores."
"You literally do anything."
"Oh, I'll do anything."
"Hehe, anything..."
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"Oh no, I wouldn't say that either!
"I guess I haven't said anything yet!!
Astrea bashed me in the back, and Guido finally put a scratch in it.
"You're a little nervous. Or is that the vegan?
"No, I'm sorry. I mean, it was a little up, or something."
"Well, I don't know what it's like."
"It would help if you told me that."
Too heavy a load of shoulders came down, the mission of the brave.
Specific days of six months remained were also fixed. The election of the successor seems to be going well so far. In addition, there have been more work colleagues named Nobunaga lately. Not every time I could ask her out, but it was really comforting and reassuring to have someone next to me.
Together with your greatness, you can do whatever you want now. It's not the brave guy's, it's the normal guy's job to shop for anything. It was now in Astrea's hands that she secretly admired and gave up not being able to reach it.
So shagging is probably called cruelty. Because you are well aware of it, I stabbed the nail, but I didn't say anything more like this.
"Well, let's get started."
"Yes."
"That's your seat. Sit there and do whatever you want."
"What's your favorite job?
"We have everything. Flowermaking, calculations, and the creation of flyers. Washing bottles for demon stone polishing, muscle removal of Ingen for the identification of items…"
"Ho, that's really everything."
"Whatever."
From the warehouse with the office, you bring a box full of vegetables filled with paperwork and demonic stones. When he sees the goods he brings, the servant brave man also feels awkward.
"Yumiel's not out today. Move your hands or we're not gonna get rid of this."
"Okay, I get it."
I'm not here to see you, I'm only here to help you with your work.
Astrea, who was also pulling herself back, honestly takes her seat and starts polishing dirty demon stones and other things with a blush cloth.
"Can I look like this?
"Uh, like that, like that"
"Don't you have to cage magic?
"You don't have to do that. Just polish. Fill that box, please, all of it."
"Yeah, roger that."
And the in-house work of the store for anything that started.
Astrea brushes the demon stone, Guitar takes the muscle of the ingen beans, Astrea washes the glass bottle, Guitar makes the flyer of the shopping district.
And Astrea made the flowers, Nobita appraised the old items, Astrea sharpened the knife, and Nobita played the bang -.
"Nothing's gonna happen, is it?
"Whatever."
In the end, it was noon without anything.
No jumping in customers, no dramatic developments, pale to do the job at 1pm. Over lunch, Astrea said nobly as she clapped out.
"I thought it was something with a few more cases."
"You, what do you think the store is?"
"Well, it's a store for everything. A frustrated cut girl jumped in and said, 'Please help me! This is the only place I can count on anymore!' I wonder what a development there is."
"What do you really think it is?"
Whatever you do, it's a convenience store in the city.
Although I sometimes do a little work, support when I'm understaffed, and help with guilds -.
I don't deal with anything that's just case-friendly. It was the work of the police force, or the jurisdiction of the zoning administrator, or the Adventurer's Guild.
(Well, occasionally)
Sometimes I help people in need, but that is rare and rare, not that many times a month. I don't care if you think of that as the general business of a store...
"Please help!
"What, eh!?
The exception appeared when I was talking about what the store was all about.
An office that is closed on a lunch break, its doors slammed hard with guns.
"This is the only place I can count on anymore!
"Because."
"Doya, stop the face."
Astrea smiles all the time to get my will.
It was just as good as she thought, but not if she cared about it now. Still headed for the door to be rambled, Noble Daughter hurried and unlocked.
"Please help me ~ ~!
"Yes, yes, I'll open it now, I'll open it now."
Visitors seem semi-frequent.
In a hurry to say how much this is, what you saw when you opened the door...
"Oh, Mr. Sayama! Help me! Help me!
"Ahhh."
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"You can't even show it to the doctor! Sayama is the only one I can count on anymore!
"Uh-oh."
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Cellier leaning against a hand-pushed car and crying.
Below that, he was put on the carrier and shaved his own finger -.
He was the continent's premier genius, Eru Mil Uluru.
"Abbububububu..."
Drop who, Ms Ertu, who is blubbering.
In her late twenties, an adult woman who wants to be thirty years old somehow has a rounded and frightened face as a baby.
"This... what's going on...?
"It's like my experiment failed and I've got some weird magic on me! Be like a baby and don't go back to normal at all!
"Oh yeah... I guess I get it..."
By way of example, it seems to have been the usual array.
Librarian, Celier is wacky and crying, but it was the same thing you wanted to cry about.
"If you think it's something, it's you again..."
"Who are you, Mr. Elf?
"I'm a troublemaker and I'm good at it!
"Looks like you're losing your mind. Now there's an evil spirit..."
"I'm not that good..."
Precious to remember headaches and manipulate the system menu while holding your forehead down.
Calling the item section, he miscellaneously took out the elixir, miscellaneously unplugged the plug, and, after all, cluttered the contents of it with Eru's head around it.
"Ho!?
Ms Ertu wears a panacea from her head and ties her focus to her eyes.
She stood up sooner,
"Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!
and raised a joyful full-faced ambition, jumping up on the spot as he posed as a gut -.
"I'd be in trouble if they used that as a benchmark."
"Ha."
"That's special. It's a special case. All right?"
"Yeah......?
Eru, who regained his energy in Russia and ran through the city as a locomotive.
After dropping off the hindsight and receiving some reward from Celier, Guitar largely mentioned this.
"Rumors also say shadow. You don't have weird expectations, either, do you?
"Like I get it, I don't get it"
"Fine! We're a flat, very common store for anything. Such a special guest is troubling."
"I know what this store is after."
"It's not a goal, it's a fact!
I suppose it is your great desire to
He nodded to the somewhat desperate shopkeeper, and Astrea thought to keep him out of touch there.
"Hello -"
"It's a customer. Yes, yes."
This is my third customer today.
Now there was no sign of trouble, and the boy, taken away and uncharacteristic, came with some cage.
"Do you mind now?
"Yes, yes, please wait a minute"
When your university was dealing with the boy, now came the artisanal youth.
I guess I'm here to pick up the demon stone I left behind. Sitting in a guest chair in a familiar motion, he looks into a box that was piled up in the corner of the room.
"Takahiro, are you there?
"I have a request..."
"Do you have that, that one?
"Wow......!?
Skin the boy's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's got a bunch of guests coming.
Clients appear in free-life, mainly working men. Astrea softly slaps her ear at the noble man who is accustomed to judging it with his hand.
"Hey, you got kind of busy all of a sudden, huh?
"Oh? Uh, just now, just now. We just have a lot of guests coming to our house for lunch."
Answering, for example, you prepare a requisition or bring the requested item from the warehouse.
Impressed by the unparalleled motion, Astrea unexpectedly spotted it and left it standing at the soot of the room.
"Mm-hmm. Skilled business."
"Look at this. Look at this. And you, too."
"Wow!?
Guitar pressed boxes and barrels against Astrea, who stood like a Kasayamako. There's something fine in there.
It's all been cleared up in the morning. Confirm the customer who came to receive it and collect the tag for confirmation before handing over the package.
"This one too."
"This one too."
"And then this one too."
"Hih!
Even though they're urban, they're townspeople. I don't do anything in line for elegance, and when I push it, I take my stuff home so I can take it away.
"Yummy, if you're dealing with me, I'll line up properly."
Nor does the precious blur, such as this, provide any comfort to Astrea today.
In time, it was about an hour short, but she was just flirting with an unprecedented storm.
"Uh-huh..."
A wave of guests pulls and a free life of a short break.
To the neat Astrea, Guitar offers a cup of tea brewed from his hand.
"Look, still drink this and keep it together."
"Thanks...... ahhh, it stings..."
"You smelly brave man."
Guitar doesn't hide his shaky face from Astraire, who makes tea with a puffy tremor.
I just don't think that's something I can help with either. That's also...
"That's harder than I imagined. Are you always so busy?
"No, it seems the economy is good. You don't think there's enough people out there?"
"Uh, yeah. Did you even find a new route?
"It seems that some brave man has issued a declaration of safety. Now you can rest assured that the distribution that has been delayed will spill out once and for all..."
"Ugh..."
There's no such thing as, in the end, I was the cause.
Then he couldn't say he was busy, tough, etc., and Astrea stood up with Don slapping him in the chest.
"All right, then, I'll take care of it!
"Ooh?"
"For getting extra busy, no, I'll try harder than that"
"Well, the more so."
With the burning brave on his side, Guitar slapped a ton on his shoulder.
Anything is a mirror of public opinion, and if the economy improves, jobs are loaded. While classifying the requisitions that have come in quickly, Guitar wonders which job to wave to Astrea...
"Takahiro? Are you there?"
"Hmm?"
It was the neighbor's caorle that glanced at him.
Does she have any requests, too? Or did you come for tea, or did you come into the store in a light foothold, Caorle grinned and laughed in recognition of your greatness,
"Hey, Caorle. Welcome."
"Wow!?
Astrea took my hand and raised my bare voice.
"Yeah, yeah!? Hey, hey, why are you here!?
"Fair enough, calm down. Right?"
"Oh, my God. Is that your job?
"Yeah. Today, it's private."
"No, it's work."
Astraire laughs bitterly that this shouldn't be the case, to your great scratch.
"Yes, it is. Today I am a shopkeeper of everything. It's the Astraire of everything."
"Ha...?
Astrea puts her face nearer to an unintelligible caorle.
"Pretty kitten. A princess living in Lower Town. I'll do anything for you."
"Hey, yeah!?
"Come on, will you sign the requisition? That's a testament to my promise and yours..."
"Ta, taka hero! Do something!
Finally, a scream broke out, and Guido lifted his hips to do good.
Pounding Astrea holding the caorle, she kicks gently in her dissatisfied ass, and Guido sighs loudly.
"Don't give customers a little bit, give them a little bit. Handicap. No, you."
"Shh, I'm sorry. I'm really weak for a pretty girl, and I'm flustered."
"Is that all right, brave man"
Astrea's lady lover - no, fast hands -?
I might say sexual harassment habits. Feeling that such bad habits are not accumulated, Guitar turns to Caorle again.
"So? What can I do for you?
"Oh, yeah. Look, it's almost time to plant. I'm here for you."
"Huh? Uh, it's that time already"
Eyes on the column clock, precious as the bat looks bad on his head.
"Oh, my God. Hurry up, I got it."
In that crowd, Guitar University stuck to take on extra work.
Today I plan to work at Caorle's house, the Mass Dining Hall, the Mampuku Pavilion. Yet there was a letter on my desk asking me to deliver it by sundown.
(If I run as far as I want, I'll make it...)
If they see you like that, it's a big deal.
Guitar creases between his eyebrows and compares the letter to the caorle.
"Hey, can I be a little late?
"I don't have a choice. Fine. I'll wait for you."
"Shh, sorry. Hurry as fast as you can."
"Don't stop by, okay?
A caorle that makes you nod to forgiveness, a noble one that you seem sorry for.
I'm used to these things. Luxury stores don't have to know, and the family-run Mampu Pavilion accommodates time and shift.
Most importantly, they've been dating a long time. You'll make up for this, and you'll make it at peak times today. Because we know that, Caorle is trying to leave his free life.
"Can you leave it to me?
"What?"
Astrea took my hand, surprised me, and turned to you.
"I'm part of a free life now, too. I'm going to make an excellent substitute for you."
"No, uh, eh? Ta, Taka Hiro, Doyuko and?
"I guess that's what I'm talking about...... hmm"
There is nothing difficult about it. It means exactly what you say.
In other words, from now on, Astrea will be at the Mampu Pavilion to help with cooking and serving.
"No, but this man, he's a brave man, isn't he? To the brave, no."
"It's okay. I always do self-catering, and dishwashing isn't bitter. If it's for Caorle, even cleaning the bathroom..."
"I can't let you!
With that said, Caorle is pulling himself back...
(Isn't that bad?
That's what you thought.
(I helped him out a lot. You just have to let them do what they can, and worst of all, even peel potatoes in the kitchen)
(Plus, the customer base is full of old people. The guy is the main one, and there's no woman like telling him to cah-cah)
(Mr. Kate would make a scene... well, that's just the first one too, yeah)
Precious to sum up your thoughts quickly in your head.
Even parents can use anything that stands, and I come to help. I need your help exactly. As postal delivery can't be left to you because you don't have a land survey, if you're about to help with the dining room, well, you'll figure it out.
If so, goodness hastened, and Guido threw a letter into his body bag. He then weaves his jacket over his shirt and tries to leave the store with one hand of the bag.
"Well, I think we can work this out. Use it as much as you can."
"Huh? Huh, precious?
"Keep your locks locked."
"Ta-da!
Leaving aside the hasty caorle, and the delightful astrea, your daughters ran away.
The destination is the Premium District, and quite a distance away. If I hadn't rushed back, there was a chance I wouldn't have made it at peak times.
So you don't have much to say, run, run, run, run...
"Ugh, I'm tired..."
There was a great figure in the intermediate district of Granferia, not long after sundown.
A bunch of people going back to the residential area after work. There he is mixed up, flushed.
"Write down your address."
The bumps and stupidity are leaking.
That's also, well, there's no choice. Because my client skipped part of the address and wrote it, I didn't know where in the street there was a home for the purpose. I looked around for that in an interview, and came down to the basement of the apartment, what a despicable place, and I finally gave you a letter with my thoughts...
And to this day.
I managed to get back to the intermediate district, but it was exhausting.
"Is he doing all right?"
Turn your feet to the way you are accustomed to, and proceed with your.
The cafeteria will be busy from now on. Anyone should have been able to do as much as take a look at it, help prepare it, and respond to the sparse guests...
"What, huh?
As we approached the Mampu Pavilion, we heard some noise.
It's a noise that never happens. That's not the same as drunken fights or peak busyness. At the end of the street, you can also see some sort of alarm.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute...!
So Astrea did it...
Failed. I shouldn't have left that worldly ignorance alone.
People seemed used to it, but they're brave. You won't have enough common sense, and you won't know how to get drunk. Even knives seem like they can cut and kill about a dragon, and they don't seem to have any professional experience in the first place -.
"Oh, no, no, no, no!
I even heard screams.
I thought this was enough, but Guitar ran out of breath and jumped into the Mampu Pavilion.
"Dompelli, I'm in."
"Pindon! Pindon!"
"You too? You shouldn't, remember what alcohol tastes like..."
"Uh-huh!
That was not the Mampu Pavilion that you know.
I don't know - like, overall pink...
One way or another, it's close to the cabbage. Given the guest base with only women, who is the host club?
Anyway, some ladies gathered at the store are drawing a circle around Astrea and ordering whether or not they want some hot liquor. Akatsuki, the shopkeeper, laughs gahaha as usual, but his wife Kate says with a guess-face, "Pindon! Pindon!" he repeats.
"What is this...?
Astrea style hospitality with female policing.
As the uncles of the regular guests also watched, Noble Daughter said,
"What, this...?
"I don't know..."
Caorle while holding the basin and it kept solidifying amicably -.