The four of us had a soothing dinner bread and chatted with joy and sorrow as we bent the story all over the place.
That's how I enjoyed talking about it without worrying about time, and the scenery outside that I saw was about to fall off the sun, so today it turned into such an air without anyone telling me it was open. I will escort the three of you to the front door.
"All three of you, come back and see me!
That said, I was embarrassed that Shed replied again tomorrow and happily, and that Mel was forced to pull back to say thank you and goodbye so much that Evan was overdoing it.
After all, Mel is a hard worker. Well, even Mel wouldn't come if she really didn't want to, and I'm sure curiosity is shaken up by a slightly rare person of thought like Shed and Evan.
I'll take the rest of the day off too. I'm going to wake up early in the morning anyway, so I'm going to go to bed early today. That's the math.
The three of them lost their backs, so I thought about it, and I pulled in and shut the door.
An arm penetrated through the gap outside before the door closed and cut.
I catch it with my eyes, and sooner than I realize what it means, I grab my wrist with momentum and I'm forced to drag it out. Then, without even being able to check the other person's face, he turned his arm to hold him from behind and pressed his body in, blocking his mouth as well.
The body I tried to move to resist was no match for the other person's muscle strength at all, and you probably wouldn't even know from the side if I was resisting.
Sudden events and extreme tension annoy my heart. Cold sweat flows.
Who, who? Who will gain by capturing me now?
Whose thoughts do I see like this now?
I force my tired brain to turn around and repeat unanswered questions for minutes when I can't move my body. I was going crazy if I didn't do anything.
The opponent who is catching me walks me cleverly out into the alley, blocking my mouth with one hand and taking away almost all my body movements easily with the other. I can't even see the hem of the clothes they are wearing because of the fact that they have their mouth blocked but also their face orientation almost fixed. All I know is that the other man will be a man because of the strength of his big hands and his power.
Will he be killed, offended, tortured, or what?
Thoughts keep falling in the negative direction.
Since she is a lonely woman with a noble style, it is also believed that she is being attacked by just a thug for more reasons than ever. If that happens, if you do poorly, you will complete it all... will you also take the money after being offended, tortured, and killed?
No, from the timing, they were supposed to be watching until I broke up with everyone. Then I may be imprisoned without being killed, contacted by them, and demanded a ransom if my friend's life was spared. If that happens... I can't bother everyone. I have to take off this predicament on my own.
But even the status quo didn't allow me to exchange it. I understand the further deterioration.
At the end of the alley, I saw a shadow there. The guy with the backlight and a neglected face and only a disguise is holding his hand up toward him. He was one of the other guys who was capturing me no matter what I thought.
I closed my eyes and spun my thoughts full circle wondering if I could somehow open things up.
"Ugh! No, I thought you brought him here early, huh?! You kidnapped me?! Scary, scary, scary! I've always had to fly the heart of a calm, gentleman and intelligent man about you in the royal palace. I've been making a scene with the maids. I'll show the bad guys now!
I heard a voice I was used to hearing.
When I opened my eyes and gazed into his face that something was wrong, the person I had just joined was my familiar face.
"What are you saying? This will be the quickest."
Besides, I was familiar with the voice of the person behind me who captured me when I uttered words to answer my people.
"Yes, but I think it would have been better in this smarter way!
"It would have been the best move if it had been handy. No witnesses."
"Just handy?! But it's not sprinkling and it's not cool! I can't even laugh at a boulder! Just let him go already! Pathetic to watch!!
I checked the face of the person behind me sooner than I relieved myself of my body, which was lightly released from the outside world. I knew the plan.
"Me, the scariest thing I've ever lived, did I do something that you resent?
"No, nothing."
"Let me hit you a little bit."
Before I heard the reply, it was clear. When I hit him in the face with all my strength, he was taken lightly by the palm. The irritation is amplified.
I know you have the skill to take it! Don't let them beat you up! If you were as strong as you, you wouldn't even hurt like this poor punch, would you?
"I'm sorry, Phee, my partner"
"Really!! I've always thought you were crazier, but from what I've just heard, this is a reasonable skinned psychopath! You are better yet!!
"Saikopa?... I don't know, tell him. Tell him! Curse him more!!
He doesn't care what he tells me he's out of his mind, either. The tame-mouthed escort whistles at me in the nori. The reverse cooled.
As I sighed loudly and let out the fever of anger that remained in my body, a respectful guard opened his mouth.
"Shall we go, Mr. Fee?"
"Oh no, this guy, you're not apologizing for anything, but you think I'm going to follow him fast...? Are you insane? You're missing something important as an absolute person. Conscience or something."
"I know how you feel, and I feel sorry for you, but this guy's usually more decent on boulders, too, huh? Right now, I'm a little crazy for nervousness, too."
The tame-mouth guard says something like a follow up. Sure, it's a short relationship and I'm not familiar with it, but the way this head screw of a respectful guard is off on a boulder is a lot different than the first time I've seen him in common sense.
But nervous? I still don't know why they're nervous about what.
"Keep it up and follow me without saying anything first."
"You promised yesterday, didn't you?
He nodded reluctantly that he was going to be taken as hard as he had just said no to the guard of Tamemouth, who was going to come gobbling like a flush, and the guard of Tamemouth, who was only threatening him with words.
Walk in a way that is sandwiched back and forth if you never let the tame-mouth escort behind you and the respectful language escort.
At first, there was nothing unusual about it. I just walked silently. But after less than five minutes, I gradually became anxious.
Because a tame-mouthed escort walking in front suddenly sweated sloppily even though today's temperature wasn't even hot enough, breathing was shallow, and walking was getting too tight. If I even looked behind me wondering if it was an accidental seizure of some kind, what a respectful language escort was in exactly the same condition. Unusual. I raise my voice unexpectedly.
"Nah, what. What's wrong?"
"I'm not going to do anything. Hey, don't stop, okay?
"No, look in the mirror. Something's wrong. Shouldn't we take a break?
"If you stop, you won't be able to move on. Shut up and move your legs."
In the air that kept the two escorts from saying whether or not they were tingled, I continued to walk silently with my mouth clasped back and forth.
And the two escorts stop on their feet, especially before it takes long. Being distracted by how the two of them were doing, I realized that the first place I got there was where I knew exactly what I was doing.
My part-time destination, Mr. Michelle's bakery.
I lean my neck.
"Come in first."
The tame-mouthed guard avoided from before me, looked me in the eye with a serious nervous face and said.
... what? I was wondering if I was going to see Elle after all, but then it's strange how these two people admire Elle as Lord. 'Cause their words, actions and rejections from earlier just seem like they're going to confront the enemy they don't want to meet, but they have to meet now.
I was followed and nervous, but I opened the store door while losing to the two guards coming under pressure with my gaze and being as vigilant as possible. Me and two escorts follow me inside.
First, naturally, I have eyes for Mr. Michelle. There are no other people in the store... Well, it's almost closing time, so you don't have to be there. But what are the two behind them so frightened of?
"Hey, Phee, what's up?"
The words of Mr. Michelle, who spoke to me strangely, stop unnaturally. Looking back, wondering what was going on, Tameguchi's escort jumped at him and held him to the ground. A flashy noise sounds from the floor to a sudden impact.
"What?"
I look stunned at the two of them rolling on the floor.
The salutation escort seems to resist quite seriously, and he is trying to escape the tame-mouth escort by making a noise out of it when he moves fast. At the same time, Tameguchi's escort is desperately holding him down from the top so that he doesn't miss out on any kind of respectful language escort.
"Idiot! Bakka, I'm sorry! You're not leaving me trying to escape, scum!!
"Silly is that way, let go, silly! This place should come in a state of rebuilding institutions and completeness!
"That sounds like it's just a way forward! I've come this far and you and I have a stomachache!!
"It's a species with life!!
I think that the two of them who started quarreling like elementary school kids on the floor are rewarded with advanced moves that I don't understand.
I decided to rest only with my voice because my hands and legs were going to accidentally take one or two of my bones and the store was going to break down.
"You don't break out in people's stores! If you don't need me, I'm going home too?!
I praised the spirit that objectively made me succeed in the corner of my thoughts, not even being able to resist anything earlier, not being able to yell at the person who deprived me of my limb freedom and even blocked my mouth calling for help.
Even so, I honestly gave up on the idea that these people didn't mean anything by my words and didn't stop. I was, but they stopped moving unexpectedly.
"No, it's hard not to go back to the relief."
While laughing bitterly at the tame-mouthed escort who said he was in trouble, he turned his back on them and turned to Mr. Michelle again because he seemed to calm down for now.
Michelle seems to have calmed down from her sudden surprise at the strange behavior of the rampaging escorts, looking at her with a troubled look.
"Phee, who are those kids?
"Uh, uh, I think they've seen Mr. Michelle several times, too, but she's Nica's former escort. I'm sorry, but I'm not sure why you're here with me right now."
"Right, Nica, with you a few times.... ex-guards? Ex, are you?
"Yeah, yes, it looks like they quit their jobs yesterday. Besides, they live in this town."
As much as I'd like to ask the escorts what this situation is right now, too, but I obviously didn't go to explain anything to Mr. Michelle, who is involved and in trouble, and I told her as much information as I know.
And there was another loud noise behind me, and I looked back without hiding my unpleasant face wondering if it had rumbled out again.
But the escorts, far from what I expected, were moving completely out of range.
The two of them, yes - pointed this way in a beautiful, perfectly neat, dugout position.
I get pompous.
"I'm sorry, I left my job unauthorized to come. For more than a decade after you became a civilian, your work has continued, but no matter how much you say you are, our Lord is still with you forever."
"Yes! You're the one who said you're happy to live like you want to live more than your talents, and you see, I've come to talk to the king properly! So, please forgive me!
The way you talk is the exact opposite of both sides as usual, but the plea and the quality of the overweight thoughts put in were so irrelevant that I could hold my breath and see them. The two guards begging for forgiveness can see their bodies trembling even if they don't fit in and get close to their hidden combat abilities.
I avoid nature and losing the extras from between the two escorts and her.
Afraid I turn away from the two escorts and see her face, the person who was told it, their lord from the story - who is Elle.
Mr. Michelle was very much the same as usual, looking down at the guards who were grounded against her with a troubled face.
"There's no other way, kids."
As I gave up, but with overflowing kindness, Mr. Michelle said so.
At that moment, the two escorts look up as if they had been played.
"Even if I wasn't so frightened, I got round to it. Mind and body."
Making such a joke, Mr. Michelle walks slowly to the escorts, laughing gently and gently. And when I knelt right in front of the two escorts, they all held each other tight.
To the rare sight of two grown men with tearful, distorted faces, I spun around in a pompous, but only in my head.
More than ten years after you became a civilian.
From this word of respectful escort, Mr. Michelle was not a civilian more than ten years ago...? No, yeah, that's right. If Michelle is Elle, there's no reason she's just a civilian. Rather now why is she making bread normally in this town and living as a civilian?
Perhaps the truth can already be inferred from the information the escorts have been divulging so far. But I give up my thoughts and pull Mr. Michelle's sleeve like a sweet child.
Seeing me, Mr. Michelle laughed gently and let go of those two bodies once she held the escorts back strong. When the escorts looked at each other in embarrassment, they stood up and handily closed the bakery.
Meanwhile, Mr. Michelle takes me to the back of the store and sits down in one of the chairs behind the kitchen. Then he smiled at me recommending another chair across the street, so I followed it and sat back.
Mr. Michelle, once she sighed small, looked me in the eye and spoke gently.
"My old name was Mikael Zahamchester. You probably know. That's the real name of the prophet you still call Sang-El."
Having erased most noble names from my memory when I became a civilian, I had no idea to what extent the Zahamchester family was a home. But even if I didn't know that, I wouldn't be here because it had to do with the story.
I nod and encourage the conversation to continue.
"It's like a lie, but I was a real prophet, unlike the determinative complaints and con artists when children lied. I was born with a slight but natural vision of a person's future."
Prophet. A real, prophet.
If I hadn't talked to Nana before I heard this story, I might have listened only half-heartedly to Mr. Michelle, who would have taken me so seriously. But there are reincarnated people in this world who remember everything from birth, and then they know the future... it's not strange that there were such people.
Besides, if he was a real prophet, he could be convinced. Until now, there have been times when Mr. Michelle said things that were strangely objective and understandable. I only saw it as sharp as someone, but I'm sure Michelle knew everything correctly then.
I nod to show that I understood and accepted.
"For me, that was really only natural. So it annoyed me to make a fuss around just because I can see the future a little bit. Above all, I was put under house arrest by the royal palace because my prophecy was needed by the country. It was more painful for me not to live freely."
I know exactly how Michelle feels about not being able to live freely. It may not compare to being under house arrest, but I've also escaped because I don't like living like that.
The prophet is too big a beneficial presence for the country. Even though it's a terrible method, I have no idea what it's like to even be under house arrest. Not that I don't know, but it's still too spicy.
When Michelle was a young man, the only thing that would have saved her heart was that she would have given the throne to her current majesty.
"I've been seeing those kids since then. One of the prophecies I made in the royal palace was about the village where they lived, and the edge of it swept around and they became my exclusive escort. At first, I couldn't even flatter myself or those kids for having good feelings for each other. Why did you miss me so much?"
Mr. Michelle looks at the escorts and narrows her eyes.
The exhaustion that can be described as heart sickness is apparently mysterious to Mr. Michelle as well. The two escorts were frightened until just now because I think that Michelle wouldn't be mad at them or throw them away, there is something that makes me wonder how much they like Michelle too. Well, I guess there was a lot going on between those two.
"After that, I flew out of the Royal Palace where there was so much going on and the limits of my patience came. But there's no way that a worldless nobleman boxed daughter who lived under house arrest could live and go in a civilian town without much preparation. But there was someone there who helped me. That's my husband who's not here anymore. My husband was a baker, and I was captivated by my husband's bread. I still think my husband's bread is the best in the world."
I've never heard of Mr. Michelle's husband. On my own, I thought Mr. Michelle had been making bread all by herself, but it is. My husband was originally a baker.
I imagined that Michelle must have felt the same flavor of happiness on her husband's bread as I thought on Michelle's bread at the time.
"Well, naturally, I can't escape for days and be brought back to the royal palace, but I've never forgotten that flavor. So, after all, there were a lot of conditions and it was quite impossible, but with the help of those kids in the escort, they were allowed to live as civilians 10, 7 or 8 years ago. There is only one prophet in this day and age."
I nod twice. I see why Mr. Michelle lives as a civilian in this town. It was a fairly fractured story, but I don't want to know anything from one to ten, and I'd like to hear a little bit more about it when the store is empty or while making bread, but there are just a few things I'd like to ask you right now.
"Why is Elle's identity a secret?
"Yeah, that would make a fuss if they found out around that a real prophet is doing a bakery as a civilian in a place like this, wouldn't it? I'm sorry I can't live as a civilian. I live to make bread, and I don't want to leave my husband behind and move to another land."
Mr. Michelle looked away and saw someone...... no, she smiled like she was gently cutting at her husband.
When I saw it, I knew why the two escorts were so adamant about hiding Elle's identity, and I swore to my heart that I would keep Mr. Michelle's secret.
"No, Phee, didn't the two of you in church look bad because of me?
"Church? Is that Nana and Mr. Jack? No, I don't remember that in particular..."
"Right. Right. We're both good kids, so why don't we hit you?"
Eight hits?
I stared at Mr. Michelle to ask why. Mr. Michelle opens her mouth with a soggy, pitiful face.
"Jackie, even though he's a little girl, he's letting the royal palace deliver my prophecy message. He's a pathetic kid who knows who I am, who's frightened and suffers from heavy duty. To Nancy... I couldn't apologize if I did. But that kid was a really good kid. She was a good girl."
Nana plundered behind my head when she told me that she wanted to apologize for not knowing I was working at Michelle's bakery.
Then I remember Nana, who joked about how Mr. Jack was doing because I worked at Mr. Michelle's bakery, and then advised me not to trust people easily because they all live for circumstances and reasons.
Nana probably knew who Elle was from the beginning. Perhaps because I remember since I was a baby, I found out about the existence of a prophet named Elle by looking at Mr. Michelle, who asks Mr. Jack to give me a prophetic message. And Nana said she didn't like Elle. I think that's why you advised me.
I don't know what kind of obsession there is between Mr. Michelle and Nana. To be honest, I'm just saying that I hated the person who frightened Mr. Jack, but that caught Mr. Michelle's words. But the way Nana said she hated you probably didn't seem to really hate Elle.
That's not what I'd say, though. It's a matter for both of us. Rather, Nana might have left something behind for Mr. Michelle before she moved in. Because she's a really good girl.
Well, I want to ask you something later... Oh yeah. If there is such a thing as prophecy, it could be that I even doubted His Majesty in my heart because I thought that I had gone too well.
"... you know, you came to this town and you don't know the right or left, you hired me right away, who wasn't supposed to have lost his aristocracy yet,"
"Oh, that's... I had a kid like me back in the day, so I wanted to do something like my husband. Well, Phee was unknown and boxed, and unlike me, she was a very good working daughter."
It had nothing to do with prophecy. Yeah, but right. Because they were similar, huh? What a lovely roundabout of fate that is.
Fate is not bad. I think so myself.
"Prophecies, too, usually don't use personal cravings, but Fee doesn't say that she's the other person. But this is the first time you've overturned a prophecy."
"Overturn the prophecy………………?
"Oh, in my future, you were supposed to marry Nica and return to the aristocracy without knowing anything. I didn't think that would be unhappy. So I didn't say anything."
I am surprised but convinced. Because I knew what Mr. Michelle was inexplicably upset about when I came home.
But, you know what? That's right. I could really change my destiny.
"My visible future can change even if I don't try to destroy it myself. It's the happiest thing for me."
I think I could be more anxious if things had changed that had never been the same before, but Michelle laughed at me with real, real pleasure. I must have realized that this man has lived with tremendous hardship and burdens before because of prophecy.
Kind of almost crying, I smile at Mr. Michelle to delude it and change the air. To Michelle, who sees it properly, I said.
"Mr. Michelle, let's live happily together as civilians!
Even if it was different when I was a nobleman, the situation between me and Mr. Michelle is closer than anyone else as a civilian. So I ask Michelle to shake hands after my simple thought result that I'm one of them.
Mr. Michelle chuckled at me like that and lay her own hand on my hand.
"Later, I'm glad you scolded me because that reverent escort scared me earlier for the reason that I blew my head screw off!
"Ho... ok, I'll take care of it"
When I smiled and narrowed my mouth, there was an unspeakable sense of intimidation from Mr. Michelle, who narrowed his eyes.
Oh, I instantly understand that this sucks. Today could be the day of the life of a respectful guard.
"Then enjoy the reunion with the three of you later!
That's all I said and I left the bakery to run away. When I left, I turned away from the escorts.
Well, you're not going to die. Probably.