Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

After sweating, I received my homecoming greeting and decided to go first to Nine sister-in-law.

Since it is not used by children, I will take a souvenir with me.

Fortunately, I know a delicious bakery.

I have been taking care of her since she was a child, so the shop owner is also kind.

That's why I went to the bakery in Castle Town.

The castle town's landscape was peaceful and lively.

I feel proud to see such a calm everyday scenery.

It was the blood of a brave man, led by my father, the King, who made this daily routine.

I walked the nostalgic road slowly.

Then you reach your destination.

The fragrant smell of baked bread floats even from outside the store.

I stepped into the place after a few years.

Inside the shop, there is a narrow line of bread that is sold, and even though it is still before noon, a small number of customers are serious about choosing bread.

"Oh, isn't that Charles's brother? Long time no see. When did you get home?

The owner of a well-dressed shop who seems to have noticed my appearance talks to me over the counter.

"I just got home yesterday. Stand up a lot."

About three years ago. Brother, you look busy. "

Well, that's what I like to do.

That's why it's not particularly bitter to be busy.

"Well, it's good to have a job."

"Father's place seems to be flourishing. I've been around a few countries eating a lot of bread."

Yeah?

"I never had a chance to meet a bread that tastes better than Dad's bread. I'm glad you're selling such delicious local bread at an affordable price."

"Don't make me happy. So, what kind of bread did you come to buy today?

"Hand souvenirs to take to relatives. Can you fix up a dozen of them properly? There's a little girl, so I'm glad you put lots of sweets in it."

"Ah, is that your brother's niece? I guess that's pretty cute."

That's right. It doesn't hurt when you put it in your eyes. "

My father's hand keeps moving even as he laughs.

I don't know what I'm saying, but I think he's just picking a baked pot and putting it in a bag.

I paid 30% more for the courtesy.

"Hey, brother. That's a lot, isn't it?

"I think Dad's bread is worth it. Was the price set incorrectly?

"But hey, that's not how it works...."

"I'm sure you'll take good care of me from now on, and I've just had it cooked. I'd appreciate it if you could take it."

"You're an enemy, brother. Well then, thank you very much."

Having gotten a good souvenir like that, I'm going straight to Nine's sister-in-law.

When I left the store, I inhaled the aroma of baked bread into my chest.

I looked forward to Claudia's happy face.