Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

"The battle is tomorrow..."

Drop off all the last guests. Tomorrow is finally polling day.

I've done all I can this past week. We would have had an overwhelming number of customers.

I have lots of repeaters and I am confident. But it's definitely not, so I'm worried about what's going on.

"... yeah. I'm sure you'll be fine."

I, the owner, can't be anxious. My anxiety spreads to all my employees. If I stay put, we can all feel safe and welcome tomorrow.

"Okay...... let's do our best. Let's get this cleaned up."

"Mm?... Is it closed already?

"Huh?"

Let's change our minds. I thought so, and when I spoke to everyone, there was an unexpected response from a different direction.

As he hurried towards the direction in which his voice was heard, there stood a man in a travel dress.

He had dark hair and had something like a turban wrapped around his head, but the edges were about to unravel.

It's a sweet face that women seem to like. He's not that tall, but I didn't think he was short because of his good posture.

"Japanese-cafe duel between Irvern dishes and original recipes. I heard rumors and rushed here..."

"Uh, I just sent you my last customer..."

Turn to me, one of the clerks explains to the man. The man, being briefed, was removing the turban on his head, which he nearly untied when he did.

I have a big scar on my forehead. Seeing that, I thought, "Ah."

- This guy, he's from Talim.

The characteristic of Talim men is that they have scratches on their foreheads. I remembered that and I observed a man talking to the clerk.

I guess I've traveled a long time. The brown-looking travel outfit is thinly dirty. He hung something like a sack from his shoulder, but the contents seemed to be jammed and swollen. Does it contain the necessary luggage for the journey?

My legs were skinned boots but they were pretty damaged.

I guess I've been traveling without a metastatic gate. His outfit was exactly what he deserved as a traveler.

"… today's business is closed. So I can't give you a coin for tomorrow's battle. Still, if you don't mind, go ahead and eat.... you've been traveling a long time, haven't you?

Yes, when I spoke, the clerk who was explaining to the man told me as surprised.

"Master? Are you sure?

"Fine. Something that doesn't violate the rules if you don't even give them coins. Besides, I wonder if I'm sorry to keep returning those who have traveled all the way from Talim. I came all the way to Wilhelm. I want you to eat something delicious."

Explaining that, a man looked at me.

"You know I'm from Tarim?

"Yeah, yeah. With that scar...... Could you have hidden it?

As a country that runs Operation South Down every winter, Talim is commonplace but hated by Wilhelm. I thought that's why you didn't want them to know you were from Tarim, but the man denied it.

"No? I'm not hiding anything. I'm just surprised my daughter, who's not even old enough to be like you, knows."

"I'm not even old enough... I'm still eighteen..."

"Eighteen? I could see you down there."

"... please take your seats"

I wanted to complain, but I thought they were customers, and I enjoyed it.

I usually leave customer service to everyone, but he's from another country, and he doesn't know my face. If I didn't have to worry about being disturbed by Princess Wang, I decided that it would be fine for me to serve the customer.

"I was going to close down already, so I can only serve what's left. Are you sure?

"I don't mind."

The man who sat somewhat in his seat looked great. No, rather than looking great, that kind of attitude is attached to the board, or it's very natural.

- Maybe even Talim would be a pretty great guy.

Then did you come to Wilhelm for a hostile visit as well? While I was thinking about it, I took the last upper manju today.

The bright white mandarin is quite confident. Served with warm brown rice tea, the man looked at "ho".

"I've never seen it before"

"Be sure to try it"

"Let's have it."

The man does not cower, takes the manju and breaks it from the middle into two pieces and throws it into his mouth.

"... Hmm, it's not in Talim, it's the first flavor I eat. But it's not bad. I like it."

"It seems to fit your mouth, above all."

"This brown rice tea is also quite tasty. Don't be a habit of both."

Nodding again and again, the man finished his manju. Drink up tea, too, and you'll look satisfied.

"... it was good"

"Thank you"

To my heartfelt voice, I smile. Guests' "delicious" helps the cook.

I was happy to get compliments, and I said, laughing at Nico, as the man looked around for a moment.

"Where's the cook who made the candy now?

"Huh?"

Looking for me, apparently. Tilt his neck for whatever it is, the man said.

"I want to thank you in person. Call me."

"Oh, is that what you mean? Then it's me, that's enough. I'm glad you said it was delicious. Thank you."

When he came up with the name, the man looked at me as if surprised.

"You? Are you the cook who made this?

"Yes, all the original Japanese confectionery recipes are registered in my name, and the investors are apart, but I am the owner of this Japanese cafe"

"Speaking of which... At first, the clerk called you a master. Is that what you mean..."

The man nodded as he was convinced and said to me again.

"I say Harold. You, you have good arms. Wouldn't you like to be exclusive to me?

"To?"

A man asked what he was going to say - staring at Harold, he said.

"I was just about to go back to my country. Bring you home and you'll be a good souvenir. What, I won't let my life be crippled. Why don't you just make it one of my wives?

One of my wives, frowns at the word.

Speaking of which, Tarim was monogamous and could marry as many wives as he wanted depending on the man's wealth. It's not like Wilhelm. I guess there's no such thing as rude talk for him as a Talim.

I know that, and I can understand that each of those countries has common sense, but it is unacceptable to me in the end... or I have trouble getting them to forget. I am married.

With a body with a beloved husband named Fried, there can be no other man.

"... I refuse both. I'm a wife."

Turning it down with a straight face, Harold looked surprised.

"Hmm? You, you're married! That's good!

"How can that be?"

Normally, isn't that where we should give up?

That's what I thought, but Harold said, rather even a wolf.

"What a burning situation with a wife. Take the time, twitch and pull in here, and eventually make her dump her husband. That's a supreme moment."

I understood that he was apparently serious and fought.

It's not a matter of polygamy or anything like that. This man is simply a lousy woman.

I could see that in my current words.

"... seems to think fundamentally differently than I do. I don't think the day will come when we will understand each other forever, so I will still refrain."

"It's not a good idea to decide that we don't understand each other. Why don't you hang out once and then judge? I'm the unbound type, and Tarim is a good country. I think you'll like it, too."

"I love my husband, so I can't snort"

"Sometimes I don't think it's a bad idea to be stuck."

"I don't want to break your stomach."

"I'm fine. Isn't it an experience?"

"You're on your own. I'm on time."

"Well, don't say that"

"So I'm saying no?

Harold doesn't retreat at all when he says I say I say no so clearly. And when Harold looked at me and told me, the clerks around me were getting worse.

Exactly a one-touch situation. I thought I had to do something, and a harsh voice sounded.

"Come on, man."

At the same time someone from behind held me tight. For a moment, stiff, but less powerful in the smell and feel I'm used to.

"Freed......"

It's Fried holding me tight. It was closing time, so I guess he was picking me up. He looked at Harold with a cold look on his face. Speaking of which, Harold was pocan when he saw Fried, who had suddenly broken in... but his face glowed as he was convinced.

"What! Freed? I didn't know who it was for a moment because my hair was black. Long time no see. Since last year's international conference?

"What!?"

Gaze at Harold speaking intimately. Fried told him without even trying to hide his depressing attitude.

"You are the one who says," Why are you here, and make my queen one of my wives, and so on? "Eighth Prince of Talim"