Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

Uh, I was embarrassed.

Outside the cake shop, I was about to get into a lot of relief.

My favorite cafe I had you hanging out with as I hoped. The fried there was so sweet it was so hard.

It's a beauty that you rarely see even if it's not. Fried, who nailed the gaze of a female customer in the store, has attacked me with all his might, with no regard at all.

You take and lick shards of cake on your cheeks with your hands, which is a defo attack you often hear about, but on the day you are actually hit, you take a lot of damage to your spirit.

Taking the blow of hatred, Fried has pursued me even more relentlessly, no longer dying. A series of sweet dialogues as the surroundings are clearly listening.

The last one had no idea what cheesecake tasted like.

I really don't think I did anything.

"Is the grocery store good this way?

Being held back by my own thoughts, I raised my face to Fried's voice.

He told me about the grocery store in advance, so he read the materials in advance. The directions themselves were right, but I shook my head.

"Yeah. 'Cause I'm gonna go around from over there"

"Really? I think this one's closer."

To Fried, who twisted his neck saying he didn't know what it meant, I decided to explain why.

I would certainly use a shortcut if I were normal. I can't help wondering.

"Uh, yeah, sure, but when I use this road, I'm on my way out, well, that's the place. So I didn't really want to use it."

It's not a very good place to remember. So when I said I wanted to avoid it, the guesswork Fried seemed to notice right away.

"You mean, like a whorehouse or something? Was that on the dossier?

Ignoring Fried, who recalls the material he seems to have loaded, I drew his hand strongly. To the road, which is certainly not a shortcut. Fried, pulled by me, came behind me in a big way.

"You knew the place well."

That's what Fried heard when he moved next door after walking for a while. I honestly nodded because I thought they would ask.

"Sort of. It's just a store with lots of women like that who can't help but sell themselves in debt. I'm dealing with not nobles, merchants, adventurers, people who don't have much money from the working class. So famous among the people in town, but I guess nobility knows very little about it. What Fried knows about this fancy gatekeeping whorehouse that specializes in nobility, right across the street?

"Oh, right. I know that."

Since then, Fried has looked serious and complained, "I've never used it."

Even though I don't suspect anything else, Fried bothering to appeal to me is crazy and I laugh.

"I know. You won't let someone like that come to the masquerade. … so let's get back to it, but there was a lot going on around there a while ago, so I knew."

"Various?"

I decided to talk to Fried, who is going to look at this one with interest, after a little thought.

Nothing. They're fried, and I thought you wouldn't mind.

Walk along a river with few people, hand in hand. It's a little cold along the river in winter. When I shook myself, Fried, who noticed it, laughed small and put his connected hand in his jacket pocket. When we do this, it's like we're really lovers and we can illuminate each other.

"I mean a lot of things. Well, it's related to my brother... Never heard of it? There's a whorehouse your brother used to go to."

"Alec did?

I didn't resist even though I felt a little embarrassed, and I kept talking as if nothing was going on. Freed stares at me with a surprised look at the content of the story.

Nodding at it, I was remembering what happened at the time.

◇ ◇ ◇

About a year and a half ago, after I hit Curry for a while.

When I was blurring in the counter in the store, I could hear a woman sitting at a circular table just around the corner who looked a little older than me, characterized by crying.

A slightly taller voice specific to a woman often passes through and is heard even if she is not going to listen.

"So come on, a sooo feathery man has been coming through lately"

"Huh? To you?

The woman I was talking to was also quite the colorful type, but the other woman I stuck with was also a lot more colorful.

I was listening without asking, thinking you weren't many people to look at.

"Unfortunately, it's the rookie Annie's place I'm passing by. But he left me a lot of money when he came along. When you say you're distracted by other customers, don't let other customers in the store when you come, and give them as much money as the women in the store can buy. The owner was totally at the mercy of the man. When a man arrives, we don't have to take guests, so he's very helpful."

The woman was told that she was incredible or something.

"There's a man like that. The world hasn't thrown it away yet. A well-feathered merchant or something?

"I think you're probably a nobleman. I'm still a young man. My favorite thing about Annie from the beginning is that she shows up every day these days."

"Noble? I'm not talking stupid. A nobleman would have a specialized whorehouse on the other side of the street. Who likes the lowest stores like yours?"

"But he's a very good man. I don't think there's a merchant like that. With purple eyes and straight silver hair, my clothes are always crumbling, but they're made of superior fabrics I've never seen."

Buh!!

I thought I would unwittingly rinse the water I was drinking.

Purple eyes, silver hair. Premium clothes that collapsed...... I associate someone with me and I listened seriously. I have a bad feeling. I only have a bad feeling.

"Yeah. Did you hear his name?

"I used to call him Lucas, but maybe he's a phony name."

"Whoa!! Whoa... ho ho ho"

Now it's time.

The shock words stuck water in my throat.

Coughing up bitterness, Larsh came out of the back of the counter and looked worried.

"So, are you okay? Master."

"Heh, I'm fine. I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could relax."

When he signaled with one hand to leave him alone, Larsh nodded in confusion.

"Ooh. Can you tell me if anything happens?

"Thanks"

Get rid of Larsh and focus again on their voices. Fortunately, they were obsessed with the story and didn't seem to notice my suspicious behavior.

Or my brother. My brother. No wonder. I thought not, but I was sure by that name.

More so. I didn't know you would name 'Lucas'! Isn't that my father's name?

There's more to overdoing than that.

I took a small sigh of sigh to avoid hearing my surroundings.

I can see the stirring and the headache coming.

My father would never have just pissed me off.

That's what I want to know what my brother is thinking.

But unfortunately, although I tried to get my ears up because of it, their topic had already changed. Recently, topics that young women seem to prefer, such as the popular tales of craftsmen and novels, have continued, let alone taken their seats.

I checked your bill. I made sure they left, and then I stuck up the counter.

"... your stupid brother. What the hell are you doing?"

Or I didn't know.

Was my brother in town too? While appreciating the good fortune of not counting before, I still wondered what my brother was thinking and going to the whorehouse.

"Master?"

When I was thinking about it, Larsh called out again wondering how I was doing.

I'll ask him just fine.

"... does Larsh go through a whorehouse or something?

"Huh! What all of a sudden!!"

When asked softly, Larsh became suspicious of thoughtful behavior. From that attitude, I put around saying that I'm not inexperienced. He is also a healthy adult male. I guess I need something like that.

"It's not like that's bad. No, I was wondering where it was. It would be dangerous if you got lost by mistake, wouldn't it?

Speaking softly, Larsh, who held his chest down, exhaled heavily.

"Oh, I'm surprised. I wondered what to say.... Well, I'm a master, so I guess I can get lost by accident. Is it safer to know where it is?"

There seemed to be a rude remark, but I made it through with a sense of probability.

Now is not the time to put a penetration in there.

"Can you tell me?

"Oh, oh."

I turn my eyes to the fact that I will not tolerate rejection, and still laugh.

Thus, when Larsh told me of a somewhat forceful but familiar place, I decided to sneak up to see how my brother was going to go to the whorehouse -.

◇ ◇ ◇

"- And, well, this is what got me into my brother's mess..."

I explained the situation to Fried after deciding that the descent of the curry was well in the coffee shop around it. Fried, who was listening, squeals that it's the first time he's talked like that.

"I didn't know."

"It's my brother. I didn't mean to tell you, but as soon as it was over, I forgot."

"Well... because it's Alec. That's for sure."

Zeroed a dry grin at Fried, who was convinced while he looked sinister, that he also knew his brother's character well. My brother, who is bored, tends to shift his interest from next to next. Those who go along with it are not accumulated.

"Now we know where the whorehouse is. Convinced?

Freed frowned and said uncomfortably that he had briefly explained and was completely willing to finish the conversation.

"I'm convinced, did you go to a place like that by yourself? It's dangerous."

"To?"

Right there?

Fried is staring at me with a slightly angry look.

I started defending myself.

"Uh, you didn't do anything dangerous, did you? I became friends with some of the women who worked at the whorehouse, so I got a lot of help."

"That doesn't matter. It doesn't mean there's no man to think about something nasty, does there? Because Liddy is so cute. I don't know where they're after me."

"No, I don't think that's too much for a boulder."

I want too much of anything. When I said that as I shrugged, Fried grabbed my hand and stood strong.

"You can never go near that again by yourself, can you? You can't keep my sweet Liddy in the dark."

"Huh? Oh, yeah"

I nodded reflexively because that face seemed so worried.

You convinced me for once to look at me like that. Fried finally returns to the conversation.

"So in the end, what was Alec's guy doing? It's about him. Isn't it just going to the whorehouse?

"Simply put, I'm talking about my brother helping a girl who was tricked and sold to a whorehouse. I don't know, there's a lot going on in the other parts... and I really didn't want to be your brother anymore."

I remember that case, and I got a long shot.

A few months after the incident, my brother traveled to the territory. Maybe my father beat me up.

While I was happy to be quiet, that brother came home a year later.

I sincerely wish I had grown up more over there.

"Alec did something?

To Fried's quiet inquiry, I returned a denial.

"Not directly. But I just don't want my brother to tell me that I know this story, so if you want to hear more about it, let me drink it and ask my brother directly. I think it would be easy to spill it for free."

My brother trusts Fried.

I'm a cold brother to a person who hasn't forgiven me, but I'm sweet everywhere to a person I've put in my nostalgia.

I thought if I let him get drunk, he would talk a little.

"Yeah. That sounds interesting. I'll ask you next time."

"Ah... hey, here we are"

While we were talking, we reached the grocery store we had planned.

Fried also stops talking and stops.

"Here. He said he's a popular local grocery store?

"Yeah, I guess the epidemic around here comes from this store."

There will be a lot of young girls on holidays and so on, and the store will be crowded, but now it's time for everyone to work. Perhaps no one does either.

"It's called an earlier cafe, it's just a store I'll never discover on my own. It's fresh."

"If it's hard to stay, can you wait outside?

When Will arrives, he generally does.

Will seems so embarrassed, "I'm fine. I'm waiting outside," he said, not trying to get in from the edge.

I thought of it and asked kindly, but Fried slipped his neck gently.

"No, I'm coming. I want to see what it looks like, and for once, this is an inspection. Or would you rather not have me?

"Yeah. Nothing about that. You don't have to think I'm keeping you waiting, so I can take my time. But are you sure?

"Fine. You said you were going out with Liddy today, right?

"Ahhh..."

Freed smiling at me, struck me in the chest with a blow.

I can see how hard my heart is going for a violent motive.

... Damn, you waste of good-looking.

What kind of attack power, like just laughing and dealing devastating damage to your opponent?

I have an amazing high performance maiden filter on me. I don't think you can hold it like this!

"Well, let's go in then."

I squeaked open the door and I looked back at Fried. I have a sense that my smile has caught on subtly.

I thought Fried, who saw me like that, was somewhat satisfied and a little hateful.