Himajin, Maou no Sugata de Isekai e Tokidoki Cheat na burari Tabi

Whether someone exchanged words with someone else made room back in her mind that was being hunted down, or didn't want to be seen by another human being now again, he mutters a word, 'Follow me,' and chases that back that goes early enough.

I said I'd listen to you, but, uh, how far are we going?

When she follows her, she reaches the food and beverage district again, and as many of its shops lead her home, she walks away without precipitation, as if clearly defining her destination.

One inner convinces me that the earlier one was still something impulsive about the appearance of a human who had tried to kill himself until earlier.

Find a narrow alley to side off Main Street while dropping off several lowered outlets of bills still in preparation.

I seem to have overlooked earlier, but there are many shops in this slightly narrow alley.

Hmm, should I see a dense crowd of stand-up drinkers and more sophisticated shops?

One building stood quietly as if it were a dead end, ahead of us through that alley.

Whether the sign was once mounted, square marks can be seen at the top of the store.

Sunburned walls and slightly discolored doors.

I can't even flatter you for being brand new, but it doesn't mean I'm unclean.

That position, which makes me feel a little bit of history, seemed to have such an atmosphere that if this place were still open for billboards, I would accidentally stop.

"Talk...... right. I'm lost, I was just trying to chill my head in the river."

"But it would have included the feeling that 'you can die' there. Too, your face was crooked. Besides... I brought you to a place like this, talk to me, I'm sure you'll feel a little clearer now."

Was it still the edge of this place, she takes the little keys out of her nostalgia and opens the door?

In the building, was it still once a liquor store? Bar counters were available and many chairs and tables were neatly stacked in the corners of the floor.

If you look across the counter, the colorful bottles of liquor shine faintly into the sunshine, somewhere seductive.

… well cleaned and the contents of the bottle are not empty, is it?

She was trying to lower herself as she stretched out the stacked table.

When I walked over and put it down instead, I squeezed out my voice that was going to disappear now looking back 'thank you' with some sad eyes.

Grate two more chairs and get to a seat reserved for just one table.

"... really, something's wrong"

"Could it have something to do with this store lowering the sign?"

"Guess what, you.... Yes, it is."

Some endangered lizard's pregnant story and expression disappear, and some calm expression confirms her prediction of this one calmly.

The deep blue eyes narrowed gently and quietly she looked around the store where many people would have once gathered.

There must have been something down on the wall. The sunburned area and the squarely left oversized area are left like strange patterns.

"I stopped it here yesterday. I can't cook anymore."

"... cooking, is it? I saw it was a tavern."

"Once upon a time, I had a husband. I love cooking, I don't have eyes for alcohol. I wonder if the wanderlust would heal if I even started in the store..."

She gave me a self-derisive grin, pompous and she told me how the store used to be.

Cooking arranged to go with delicious liquor and liquor taken from within and outside the continent that goes with it.

A guest whose beautiful wife strives to feed and seeks moisture to enjoy with alcohol, cooking and eyes.

It was a very, very happy day.

But - apparently, she was the only one who felt happy about it.

"I knew it was boring to stay in one place. My husband disappeared one day, so... I was just maintaining the store so I could come back whenever I wanted..."

"Then... why don't you wait a little longer"

"Heh, I can't. This place, behind the alley, it's not an easy place for guests to go far, and it's got an atmosphere, right? It costs a lot of land. I also managed to work and maintain it in other stores... but I don't have to work hard anymore..."

Your voice gets unnaturally high. And as if she didn't want to show her face, she stood up and moved to the other side of the counter.

I don't know if it makes sense or not. Do the work and hide your face from here.

"Someone told me they wanted to buy this place. So, let's sell it all to the guy."

"... was it"

I'm sure that's not all. I can't explain why I was trying to jump.

As far as I can tell, it doesn't seem like it was yesterday that your husband disappeared.

I don't ask in depth. But I'm sure, perhaps, that something in her has broken down over the past few days.

"You used to cook your own food at first, didn't you? But no. I'm not very good at cooking. I don't know anything about alcohol. At first, the regulars were coming in my in-laws, but when I found out about it, I was sorry the other way around, and I quit from myself."

"... you really love this place. You really don't want to sell it, do you?

Dare to poke at that fact.

Otherwise... you wouldn't even think about jumping into the river with your keys.

I'm sure it will be for a while. What an easy way to break down a door.

However, the desire to pass away with the key to defending the place that is most important to me… is a big problem in terms of making life crude, but I didn't see the feeling as a mistake.

"... I don't want to sell it, I don't want to sell it. But... too much here..."

I don't care. I don't ask. I don't go in deep.

I don't ask what broke her heart.

But... Hmm.

Yeah, let's do that. Whatever you want, it's an egoist idea, you can do what you want.

It's quicker.

That would be the most certain thing. Because I have a deadline of one month.

Can you do it? You can do it. Don't lick it, it's me.

"Name it."

"Huh?"

Let me use this woman.

Let me use this store.

So give me a name.

Tell me your name and the name of this store that's going to be used for me.

A store that seems to like Dahlia? Where you think you're going? Oh, my God.

I'll get the shop, the place, the food.

The odds of winning a lottery of success in this industry, that's not such a sweet story.

But - in this world, if you just snipe one person, it's not a hard story.

The location is unpleasant. It's a 'hide-and-seek' place for me or him.

If we love the excitement of staying a kid forever, we'll find a place like this.

And at least in this neighborhood, where various shops already stand, it would be acceptable to send out something a little sudden, and it would be possible to attract guests because of rarity or "just for the first time".

All I have to do is suggest this woman to this guy who's been asked her name and confused.

I tell myself it's not sympathy.

I was never bonded to this man who was living in this grief, losing his precious place and losing hope of living.

It's just... I thought this was the shortest way to get to my destination.

So...

"Can you tell me the name of the person who's going to hire me and the store where I'm going to work?

If I only told you the results, you could have accepted my proposal.

Because it was in line with her desire to 'at least one last time, I want to see a customer in this store'.

I mean, he said he had no expectations. He accepted my offer just because he wanted the manpower he needed to open the store.

"It's a promise. If you have a good reputation, I'll let you work here for up to a month."

"Yeah, I don't mind. More than that...... are you so glad you got it for the payment? Not a little forehead, this."

"It will come in advertised from the purchase of ingredients. Well, I'll do most of the menu development at my discretion, but don't hesitate to tell me if you have a taste or an opinion."

"... yeah, I get it. But it's strange. I can't believe it was the cook we met at that time."

"... I'm a former cook."

No, I'm not. I'm a man off the road. So I'm just a cook.

Plus, I'm trying to use this place and her for extremely personal reasons.

Stand in a small cooking area, provided between the backyard and the counter.

Not a stall, a real cooking place, albeit small. Stand there as a cook to work at the store.

That fact faintly awakens bitter memories of sleeping in the depths of your mind.

... maybe I can't work for someone I don't know anymore, for the benefit of the store, for those invisible vague things.

I was branded a sociopath and I left the city to escape, and now I'm trying to work in a store like this again.

That, too, in such a different world.

"... I don't know what to say - honey"

Huh?

Again. Sometimes lately I think about someone for a second, but I can't remember exactly who it was.

RUE...... No. Is it Reis? No, it's not. This is supposed to come with what I just felt in Japan...

... Dude, what's going on? Was that so flirtatious? I am.

Totally, I forgot my memories in Japan that have never been involved in the game before.

No, I was driving it to the corner of my memory, to be exact, was I?

... because I decided to adapt to this world so far and make it completely raw here, so I guess.

"You're doing great, man."

Unnecessary, truncate. Maybe that's something more rooted, like the defensive instincts that humans are supposed to have or truncate unnecessary objects in the course of evolution, before they say cold and ruthless.

"Well, for now..." Misty, "is there anything in the recipe book your husband left you?

Switch your thoughts.

Now we just need to figure out how we can get people together and get Dahlia.

A little while later she, Mr. Misty, came back with an old notebook.

but that look is not great. I was wondering what was going on.

"I looked through it, too... it's like a note replacement for when I forgot, and I can't get the instructions right away. I know what kind of ingredients to use..."

"I see... surely it would be if it were a personal store..."

Ha ha... I can't talk about people either. I used to write abbreviations that only I could quite understand.

I try to turn it apart, remembering the old days.

Its recipe book dotted with moisture inhaled and puffy spots or stains spilled with some seasoning, I see. It would certainly be puffy even if the amateur looked at it.

I don't care if it's here or not... but there are parts of me that can understand what it stands for.

Besides, I know every dish. In light of that knowledge, reproduction would not be impossible either.

but the purpose of this one is not to reproduce the dish.

If you ask me, he hasn't changed any of his liquor assortment even after he's gone.

Then I asked for this recipe book in the hope that I would know the general category and direction of which liquor would go with what dishes.

I'm sorry, but my purpose is no longer second to my husband's will, nor to inherit the food.

It's just a matter of greedily attracting guests and letting the city know the rumors in a short period of time.

"... decide your own menu and let the guests eat it. I can't stand it without it, it's such an addiction... Kuck, this guy looks like he's having fun"

Sorry, fellow trader. The amount of culture stacked here and there is different.

Let me be generous. Let me be selfish.