Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

"Grandma, don't you have headache pills?

Sigh at the words said at the same time as the door opens.

It was only at first that I was reluctant, and that's what the Red-eyed Reaper, who doesn't even care anymore, said and came down to where I am.

"Oh, my God, I can't believe it's a headache. Did you even use your head?

I think this house has gotten a lot busier lately.

It should have been a quiet space that no one would have visited until about three months ago, but now I can't help but make noise.

It's a strange thing because I don't think I like it again.

If I had no choice but to drug a man who groans that he has a severe headache, I would say Thanksgiving and not hesitate to drink it up at once.

You hesitated at first, but now it's the end of what you're demanding from yourself.

Are you used to it or are you nervous originally trying to be fat... I feel like both.

"Ainya. Eyes. My eyes. I have a headache when I use them badly. I used it a little too much today..."

I usually say things about my own clan that I didn't try to talk about.

Since I welcomed that child to the Lord, this man has certainly changed.

"Oh, you got that kid out of the castle."

Nodding, the man has been staring at this one.

"... what?

"I always wonder, how does my grandmother gather information? I was just talking about it. I don't think it's normal."

Laughs lightly at the words.

Witches have many means. Let's go through the demon's eyes, for example...

"Well, but besides, I'm not doing everything. It's obvious, isn't it?

I'm sorry to bother you like that.

Mostly, I was tempted to fly the demon again recently.

"So Grandma cares about the princess."

I laugh lightly behind the hood at words like that.

Not now at all.

I'm confident I care about her at least as much as the man in front of me.

Still, it doesn't come directly to my mouth. He's a tiny pride as a witch who's been through hating people for years.

"... because the sweets he makes are excellent."

"... well"

"Oh."

Even with such a grudge, the man looks at this one whenever he says something.

He had opened and closed his mouth several times, but eventually uttered words as he had decided to.

"Grandma... do you know what 'black' is..."

I still think that word.

"'Black', right? You were in a rivalry with the Red guys."

The man looked out if he showed off his old acquired knowledge.

"Do you even know the guild situation in other countries? Well, then we talk fast. Two names there. I met with the Black Traitor."

"You're the assassin to be told against you."

There are two famous assassins in Sahaja. That's the 'red' reaper and the 'black' traitor.

This diagram has not changed for several years now.

The man looked at this one with a serious face.

"Hey, Granny. If you know anything about that, I want you to tell me. Those guys, why did they come out here like this? Is this just this one time? Or is there something behind it?

"Well."

Answering a man's question is easy. The other person's thoughts and the way they're going to move. Of course I do.

But.

"If I tell you that, the future that we have will change. Still want to know?

"What? What..."

"It means that knowing you here will change your future. That also means that the future of that child, who is also your primary associate, will change.... Are you ready to take that responsibility?

……

After a moment of silence, the man opened his mouth as he scratched his cheek.

"Sorry. I don't like it."

"What, you're not sure you're going to take responsibility?

The man waved for the first time when that was the case with inclusion.

"No, I'm not. Talk about how it would be different to involve even my princess, who is the Lord on my own. That's about it, I'll find out for myself."

"Oh."

I admire the man who tells me clearly.

Even though I suggested I knew what I wanted to know and did it, I didn't think anyone could say it all this way. Again, all the humans around her are somewhere special and funny.

And Prince Wang, of course.

"Forget this story. No matter what happens, the princess just needs me to protect her. I'm glad you recognised that.... Oh, you may know, but the princess said she's going to visit next time"

"Right. Tell her that when you wait."

"Okay."

The choice not to rely seems easy and actually difficult. Especially if you're around like yourself.

Running it without hesitation, my mouth rises to the man who changed the story slightly.

"You still have time, don't you? How about a nice cup of tea?

"Good? Which mouth cancer thing are you talking about? I've never had a good cup of tea with my grandmother."

That's what I told him because I was in the mood, but the man honestly distorted his face.

Well, I guess so. There is no way that herbal tea is good.

"Were you? Well, try things. Take your time."

"... well then don't hesitate?

I nodded while I suspected, and honestly served him a cup of tea for the man sitting in the chair.

A few seconds later the man held his throat and coughed up at an extraordinarily bitter herbal tea that would restore magic.