Labyrinth Restaurant

When the edges of the sky began to whiten thinly, arguably the boundary between morning and night.

Though it's only just in the fall, temperatures are low for about this time and I remember a chill.

If it's a normal feeling, it's the humans who still want to be wrapped in blankets in their warm beds, but it's something that some people are starting to do even at this hour. Merchants who start prepping before the city opens, adventurers who leave at their request, and travelers who end up enjoying their journey and on their way home.

Ahead through the boulevard running north and south so as to longitudinally traverse the center of the city. Situated at the southern end of the labyrinth city, in front of the city walls that separated the city's interior and exterior, a group of carriages were waiting, thinking they were about to leave the city.

If that were all, it might have been judged a luxury store or chamber of commerce that owns several carriages, a caravan organized by several merchants, etc., but the people on the road know that this is not the case, stay away from them and watch the group at a distance.

As a special indication that those carriages are for your use, they are decorated with crests and decorations of practicality exterior view, and if you look at servants who move around busily and load their luggage, or escort knights who guard their surroundings without alarm, it is obvious what kind of carriage is used by people in what capacity.

I don't want anyone to get close to a place like that with an interest focus and be done by an escort pointing their nerves. Just as I said it was untouched by God, there was only a pocky, unnatural blank zone around that group.

When the servants had finished loading their carriages with a lot of luggage, souvenirs, etc., they finally came without concealing how their husband and I thought people seemed to sleep.

It wasn't until the samurai and butlers pulled them out of the bed of the dormitory shark with those hands to make them look familiar.

The men sprinkle the smell of alcohol because they had been drinking until earlier, and they remain flirtatious and thousand feet, and the women are all together to see if they are weak in the morning. Everyone is walking with Yotayota like a sleepwalker. It's an easy thing to do without knowing the hardships of your men.

Well, if this looks like it, you'll be asleep for a while if you put him in the carriage, and in the meantime, the men in charge can rest their minds. With that in mind, I was also able to withstand the harsh duties I have had since the early morning.

I threw my husband and his nobles in multiple carriage passenger seats, and then if the other came, I could leave at any time.

Yes, I'm talking about Prince Simon, who studied in this city for nearly six months. It's accompanied by Mr. Claude, the Prince's caretaker, so it won't mean sleeping and being late for departure. In the meantime, we cleared up what we needed to do in a hurry, so while we waited for Simon's arrival, the servants and escorts also decided to take turns for breaks and meals.

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Well, that's Simon.

"... if"

"... don't say"

I was going to give an answer to a generation of problems with my temper, but I was falling asleep nicely on things.

Claude, who came to see how it was at the same time as the dawn, witnessed Simon not even dressing and getting his hands dirty in Vietnam with confectionery sugar, which seemed to make him sleep well. The fact that the shaken Simon uttered "Shit!?" at the same time as the awakening was a true representation of the status quo.

For now, fix Bossa's sleeping habits, wash her face and change her clothes, and it was already time to leave. Shortly after we had breakfast, we were framed to fly out of the embassy with baggage bags.

"Well, there are some words that resemble bad thoughts and rest."

I can't even afford to reply to Claude's, I don't know if it's advice or not.

After all, it's as if we haven't decided what to say to Alice, the Demon King, who's supposed to come and drop us off, and Lyme who called us on purpose.

Simon's head is already white.

I feel like a brain miso has gotten kerky hot, and I know I need to think about something, but the word slips off my consciousness, and I'm not nearly putting my thoughts together.

But we have little more time to think about it.

When Simon, drawn to Claude, reached the city wall where the carriage was waiting, Alice and the Demon King were already there first, and they also seemed to notice Simon immediately (by the way, Lime was nowhere to be seen from Simon).

Simon stopped in front of Alice when she had to say something anyway, keeping the mess and cluttered thoughts.

The servants who were waiting around the carriage saw Simon and cut the break, and the escort knights are also doing a final inspection of their gear and horseback riding. They also seemed to have guessed that they would probably even say goodbye when they saw Simon stopped in front of a man or woman they seemed to know. I was keeping an eye on Simon with my distance to keep him out of the way.

Voices that felt like "I'm going to miss you" or "I'm sorry" were called by the Demon King and Alice, but Simon can't take those meanings as if he had gone back to an unworded baby.

I have to say something.

Something, something.

Nanica, Nanica, Nanica, Nanica.

The only thing on Simon's head where the whirlpool of thought raised the grunt and rpm and boiled it as if he had a fever is the fact that he already "has to say something anyway". I left all reason and reason behind, and when I saw Alice's face, I shouted out loud about the first thing that came to my mind.

"Alice!! I like you!

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Simon's confession was loud enough to be heard by everyone who was in the square in front of the city wall.

But after that shout came the overwhelming silence.

Without any thought, the feeling of "doing it" even to Simon, who shouted what he thought, has now pushed me like a tsunami.

"Uh... uh, Simon? The..."

And Alice, who has received a vivid confession, is holding her finger as troubled as she is.

I was slightly reddening my cheeks for some lighting.

That's when someone pounded Simon's back.

Simon was in so much confusion that he couldn't even afford to look back, but he returned to me with the feel of his back, and looked at Alice in front of him and seemed stomached. I decided I was ready to say that I was half-yaked or that when I got here, I'd just have to get to where I was going.

"Alice, I like you! Be with me, not the demon king, please!

Simon's generation of confessions were so simple and passionate that no matter how dull Alice was, there was no misunderstanding. Alice dyed her cheeks red and then...

"I'm sorry."

And, with an instant decision without a trace of stray, I turned down Simon's confession.

Alice seems to be feeling sorry for herself too, grinning bitterly as troubled, but in Simon, her heart couldn't move.

"Right."

Simon said as he looked up at Alice's face from the front.

"Alice chooses the Demon King, not me."

"Yes."

Again, Alice responded instantly.

That could have been brutal as a word for a boy who's not even old enough. Maybe I could have worded it in a cloudy way so as to teach it more gently, or so that the wound would be shallow. But it was Alice's sincerity to answer this clumsily and honestly.

"Well, that's too bad"

Simon looked up to heaven and looked at it as he groaned at the potpourri, not telling anyone. If I wasn't looking up, my eyes with fever were going to make me cry zero.

But it's also between bundles.

Simon, who wiped his gossip and eyes hard with the sleeves of his clothes, was forced to move his facial muscles to create a smile and told Alice, who was about to be awkward.

"By the way, after I got back to this city, can I go to the store again?

"... Yes! Of course, you're always welcome."

"Uhm, keep your kids lunch flag uncut!

It was Simon's best strengths, which made Alice feel bad.

I joke and tell you, but I diligently want to eat my back teeth up and cry. I rubbed my eyes many times every time I was about to cry and my clothes sleeves were like wet in the rain.

I'm sure he will cry again and again, even on his way home after this, or even after returning home.

Alone, maybe in public.

There was so much missing in Simon's chest.

But there was a strange sense of emancipation at the same time, because of spitting out what I had all along.

It feels like the shackles on your hands and feet have come off before you realize it.

It was in a refreshing and odd mood as if the spring wind would blow through my mind.

It will still take some time to sort out the way that mind is and swallow it convincingly. Either way, this is how Simon's first love ended.

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"Simon."

To Simon the Heartbroken, a young girl spoke.

Of course, it's a lime with both hands wrapped around a bandage.

"I'm sad."

"Yes."

Listening to Simon's solitary words confirming his emotions, Lyme replied with the same impatience as usual.

"Now, are you glad?

"I don't know"

Simon, asking if this was a good idea, returned a short answer that could also be taken as irresponsible.

"Once upon a time."

Whether that was the right thing to do?

That was a really tough word to say, make your own decisions.

"Oh, speaking of which, you're the one who just pushed my back?

"Is that it?

"No, it's nothing"

Earlier, Simon, who confessed in momentum and became stiff, was able to reboot thanks to the soft feel of pushing his back. Simon didn't dare to see if that was due to the frustration he saw as impudent, whether he was going to encourage courage or not.

He couldn't put it well into words himself, but it seemed kind of ruthless (and if you ask poorly, there's also a slight reason why I had a feeling the kick was going to fly this time).

"Young, it's time"

"Oh, it's that time already"

The remnants are endless, but time was already running out.

When Simon is worried about what to say at the end,

"See you later, Simon."

And Lyme said,

"Oh, see you, Lime"

And Simon also responded.

As a matter of fact, the "goodbye" phrase Lyme said yesterday just before he passed out meant so much that he would not see him again for the rest of his life, and he was going to leave again today without seeing him as he was, although he had been watching in the shadows from the start, depending on the situation.

Though Lime has a small number of words, the meaning and weight of every word he puts into it is that it is awesome. It will be about her parents who can decipher the meaning properly (even that is incomplete in accuracy).

Yesterday, Tim, who came home in charge of Lyme, who was badly injured, was also stuck listening to his parents explain that the words of Lyme that were uttered during that incident actually meant this for how things were going.

To insult you because you're a young girl, Lyme is already a 'heavy' woman. The different directions, the 'weight' of which may also exceed that of Alice.

It's like the reunion is no longer confirmed beyond what she said "see you" instead of "goodbye" like that. Most importantly, she was the only one on this occasion to know what that meant.

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Thus, the Simon boy, who exchanged promises of reunion with his friends, left the labyrinth city and was on his way home. I'm sure that by the time he visits the land again, he will have grown tremendously once and twice.

"... I..."

And what did Lisa think of Simon's confession when she was hiding on the roof of a nearby building and watching the whole thing go on?