Ohanabatake no Maousama

And the next day.

"Well, I opened the store a little too soon," said Messell's breath, which turned white and shimmered and melted into the clear air. The surrounding area is still dark, and it is a time of dawn, but before the sun rises. There is a white haze around the area, and the breeze stroking the skin is as cold as winter.

It is probably only the peasants who want to get up and sell in the morning market at such times. Also, maybe a minority who enjoys early morning walks.

This place is scenic and there are other people stalls, but Kudels snatched the face of a commercial guild craftsman with a Gold Members card and occupied a place that seemed reckless to say unreasonable Was. It is 10 meters wide and about 200 meters high. It's as big as a shopping mall.

In the first place, this riverbed was not very popular with merchants. This is because it is perceived as a place for bottom merchants who don't need to pay a stall and can't even open a market. In other words, even if you can't say it, you will only get a complaint from a weak person.

Although it is such a blackish stall of Kuders, the appearance was very beautiful.

The stalls that were broken and looked like garbage were repaired by the dwarves' hands and sculptured, remodeled to a level that could no longer remain the original form, and even their surroundings were made by their hands ... … Art-level chairs and tables lined up in the same direction as the stalls.

At the foot of it was a dandelion with the healing power of Kuders, emitting a faint orange light. It's closer to the museum garden than a rest area.

One puzzling point is that there is only one stall on this vast site, and that the windows are blocked with thick curtains so that the inside is completely invisible.

"Well, now we're about to start calling. Fracta, please start." Then, with the voice of Kuders, a sweet and elegant scent began to drift from the invisible stalls and began to seduce passers-by. Then, as both of them were sucked into the store, beautiful women who wrapped themselves in maid clothes and dyed their hair in green and black mesh appeared from nowhere and started serving happily.

Passengers who hesitate to think that they are out of place once in a high-class atmosphere that can not be found in the street stalls, but they can not go against the smiles of beautiful women, and there is also a worry that the fee will be paid up front because it is a cheerful accounting There is no. And they look surprised at the store menu. Because the tea sold there was real tea leaves made from tea trees.

Those who like Sangokushi may be familiar with the refurbished version of Eiji Yoshikawa, but tea of tea tree was a very expensive thing once, and it would not be possible for ordinary people to exchange it for heirloom. It was a thing that could not enter. It was the same in this world, and tea leaves were more expensive than gold of the same weight.

The menu includes only three types of tea and two types of scones. However, the simplicity seemed rather similar.

There is only one problem. Isn't it so cozy that people who enter it are hard to come out?

"Wow, that's a great success." Kudels turned around with an unusual voice, and Amoena, dressed in a dancer costume, was walking with a smile.

"Amoena? I should have told you not to come here." Kudels told her with a slightly displeased voice, and Amoena pointed her lips in a somewhat mellow tone.

"Eh, I don't know what's wrong. Kudels. Can you dance here?

To be sure, it's cozy, spacious, and has plenty of spare time. Moreover, only tea and scones are served, and there is only a visual entertainment scenery. Amoena was the perfect environment to see the art, regardless of whether or not there was money.

But that's what Kudels has already assumed. Why he didn't call Amoena ...

"I wanted to do that a bit later. No way, Dolce?" "Yeah. I'm probably going to bring Kaffana here after a while. Is more like a type of writing. ''

For some reason, there are two races in the creature called the writer, one is a type that can concentrate at all when you are alone in your room, and the other is a brush that goes more in an outside environment such as a coffee shop Type. Apparently, Dolce and Kauffana are all the latter type.

"I can't help it. People are gathering a lot, but they are not making much money. The turnover rate is very bad because the customers stay for a long time.

That's a common problem in the management of coffee shops and the like. But his nature was a politician, and he did not consider this situation a failure. Rather, for him, the situation is exactly what he envisioned.

"Well ... I don't know how difficult it is, but maybe it's going to make a profit in the end, right?"

Unsophisticated Amoena doesn't have enough knowledge or insight to understand what Kudels is trying to do. But she's not stupid, she only knew that Kudels had some idea.

"Yes, it means ... for me, but now I want to take the plan to the next stage, so I'm going out a little." "Wait, Kudels! What are you talking about? ''

Amoena rushes to stop Kudels, who is about to leave. Kuders looked back as if he had remembered something.

"Ah, yes. One thing to keep in mind is that you should never look inside the stalls." "Hey, listen to people!

Amoena swells her cheeks reluctantly with the attitude of Kuders, who has no island to mount, but Kuders sighs lightly from her nose, bending her knees and lowering her gaze to the same height as her. He asked in an inorganic voice, like the remnant wind of winter coming in the middle of spring.

"It's Amoena who doesn't listen to people. I told you not to come here? Did you think about the meaning?" "I don't know that difficult thing!"

Then he told him to be nothing.

Sorry, "Don't you know?

At that moment, the hair of Amoena's whole body stood up. It's as if there was a hole in your feet and an invisible hole there. Did something ... say something irreparable?

"Oh, uh ... Kuders, are you angry?" "No way. I can't get angry at cute Amoena."

Kuders gently wrapped the frightened Amoena's cheek with a large hand, and gently kissed her child on her forehead to greet her. And whisper.

"Because you're a good boy, come back to the inn. You know I love you properly. And because I love you, I told you not to come here. You know, there are so many things in the world that you shouldn't look cute, selfish and reasonably innocent.

"Okay, but don't treat me as a child, whispering in such a sultry voice-it's going to be crazy."

When she left, Amoena returned to the inn with a little blush.

Amoena loved this kind of adult atmosphere that Kuders occasionally shows, despite being like a brother or father, but with a distinctly different kindness. And he hated himself, who did not match him.

She does not yet know what this irresistibly irresistible, scorching heart heats from inside.

Then, with the replacement of Amoena, uninvited customers came.

"Hello, Kuderusu's. Do not is your success", "Oh, Hi Fei Fei's. Do you walk?"

Merchants and politicians. The two, with their different qualities of black in their bellies, exchanged very ordinary greetings with faces reminiscent of the myth that smiles were inherently aggressive.