Ring Ring

"Thanks for this. Very helpful."

The day after the syllabus came to the store, Shiori was coming to the castle with a perfectly dry coat. Hand it carefully folded to the bright brown-haired gatekeeper standing beside the gate as usual.

I really thought I should bring something to thank you too, but I couldn't afford the raw hate and the poetry weave right now. It's because I'm putting in all the pay I just received to get everything I need for my life here.

When my life is a little more stable, I'll come back again to thank you. Yes, Shiori adds,

"Yes, no... nothing to be thankful for"

The gatekeeper, who began to get upset for some reason after Shiori appeared, said so while retreating and received his coat.

"Something's wrong. Are you okay?"

Shiori leaned her neck and peered into his face in strange condition.

but the gatekeeper glanced at his body as much as he could to avoid it. I hit my back against the back wall and said I did.

"So, it's okay! Nothing weird."

"... yes"

No, it's so weird, but while I do, poetry draws my body, too. I may not have liked being suddenly approached, but I was shocked that I didn't have to avoid it so obviously.

He probably hates me because I've persisted in telling him to "let me see Crust" until now. So predicted the poetic weave,

"Goodbye, then. I'm sorry. That, really, thanks."

I thanked him again and told him that it was better not to stay long. I'm asking Syllabus for the crust, so I don't have to persevere with him anymore. I'm sorry to interrupt your work so far. With that in mind.

"Oh, wait..."

The lingering voice of the brown-haired gatekeeper and the subsequent laughter of the other gatekeeper, "Pfft..." never reached the poetry weave away from the castle early enough.

When Shiori returned to the store, the key that was supposed to have closed was unlocked, and inside, Roche was spraying smoke at the counter. As soon as I left in the morning, I thought it was something I wouldn't be back until this evening...

"Is that it? Roche, what are you doing?

"I don't think it's a good idea for the owner to stay in his shop."

I say it in a carefree tone, checking the sales of the store.

"'Cause it's rare"

"I came back to leave a message because you were going out there. So, where have you been?

Roche's tone was rough, but there was no nuance there to blame for the poetry weave, nor did it feel like exploring. Rather, it looks like Shiori is worried about walking alone. I honestly wanted to talk to you because I felt that. It was poetic.

"Hey... up to the boulevard"

And deceived. "I went to the castle," he said, "to what? 'Cause I knew it would be returned.

"Phew."

Roche is turning the books, especially without the scuffle of doubting this one.

Poetry Weaving was greatly troubled whether he should tell Roche that he was from another world, a crust and facial acquaintance. Living with me for a while, I'm beginning to think of Roche as a trustworthy person, not according to what I see, but I'm not sure if I should reveal a secret.

As far as crust stories go back, even in this country with magic, magic is not common like coming and going around different worlds. I'm sure Roche will too, because no one normally seems to believe in the existence of different worlds or anything else.

"I'm from another world. I also knew Crust..." and I said to him, "The other world? You know a hero? What are you talking about?" I don't think things are going to get any better than they do now.

Roche doesn't seem to be pursuing Shiori's hometown in depth either, and he didn't seem to be very interested in it, so maybe he should reveal it when he feels he needs to do something about the other world trip or the crust. Yes, Shiori decided.

"Speaking of which, I bought the fruit of Odom and Caleson, Rickory. He said he got an order from the doctor yesterday. Spread it over the monkey. It's dried in the backyard."

Pathan, and closing the books, Roche spitting cigarette smoke.

"Okay."

With the large order in, Roche seemed in a good mood from yesterday. He also praised the corresponding poetry weave and said, "I'll buy you a cake."

Hopefully Roche hasn't forgotten his promise, and Shiori gets to work. When I took off my jacket and put on the apron, I put the herbs in the pan I put on my kamado.

This isn't what I ordered from Syllabus, it's another medicine. Roche told me about the medicine I had made once before.

Add more honey to the water and several types of herbs and boil, then filter it to remove the cusp of the herb, etc. Color powder was added to the remaining light yellow and green clear liquid and was able to......

"Whenever I see it, it's an array of colors"

Squeeze in Japanese. I put the cold medicine in a small bottle of beautiful glass and the dark pink liquid wobbled demonically.

Roche just taught me the recipe and told me to "make it this way," so I don't know what the hell medication they're making.

But I can see that this medicine is different from other medicines. First and foremost, this medicine is later recovered to Roche and not lined up in stores. It's not like anything else to bother coloring, adding honey, or putting it in a tiny bottle of elaborate glass. I also wondered if honey was being put in place of preservatives for its sterilizing effect, but it simply seems to be used to sweeten the medicine.

(I wonder if it's time to ask. You're scared to make drugs that don't know who you are. From the medicinal herbs used, I don't think it's poisonous.)

With that in mind, I look at Roche sitting in the counter chair reading a book that seems difficult. As always, it's a bad gala that doesn't seem like a healthy pharmacist.

"Roche, question"

Poetry weave never spoke out as she poured the pink liquid into the little bin with a spot. "Ah?" and I wouldn't be frightened if they turned back this bad reply from Gala. Because now I know that's his normal tone.

"This, what? Medicine that works for what?

Close the glass lid and shake with the small bottle in your hand.

"You want to hear it?

"I want to hear"

"If you ask, you can't go back."

……

I figured I'd stop asking ~ and Roche grinned wildly at the chilly sweaty poetry weave.

"Don't freak out so much. It's just an ecstasy."

"Biyak?"

"Well, it's a drug that amplifies your libido and sharpens your body's senses."

"... easier"

"When is the medicine to be used in the act of night? That's a lot for a woman to drink."

Shiori gazed at the liquid of the little bin and silenced. No, because of the color, I was kind of anticipating it.

"Use honey, intentionally?

Shiori looked up and asked Roche. When you make this medicine, it always smells sweet and creepy in the store. Because honey uses more good products that are a little pricey, the aroma of intense flowers spreads to melt thoughts.

Roche raised the edge of her lips, as if satisfied with the way Shiori's eyes lay.

"That's right. I deliberately put on a sweet taste and smell. It also makes sense to wear" whatever ”colors, to make people assume that the effect of the medicine is likely to be high because of its appearance and taste.

The Placibo effect is the one, and Shiori convinced me. Even if it is just a lamb treat, if he believes it is a cold medicine, he/she may recover.

Actually, there were other medicines that were made for no use, and that one was colored bright red with a dreary dark liquid, mixed with something like purple chili pepper for a tingly spiciness. At this time, Shiori opened her mouth in an effort to learn more about your medicine.

"So another...... drooling red pill, effect, what?

"That's an energizer over there. Medicine that makes a man feel better."

"Uh... ah"

I can only say poetic weave. I'm slightly depressed that you were making that type of medicine before I knew it.

"Um... I want to hear it for once. Make this, no crime? I won't get caught?

"I'm fine. It's too effective, and he'll be punished for taking drugs that make him crazy. Our effect is deliberately curtailed. You don't have to risk crime to make money."

Good, then, Shiori stroked his chest down. I think I can trust what Roche has to say about this. A smart guy should come up with any way to make money, so the dangerous bridge of purposefully selling nasty drugs in it shouldn't be crossed.

With that in mind, Fumi realized. Maybe it's because Roche used to go out and sell this medicine.

Asking that, Roche nodded gently without taking her gaze off the book.

"As we go around the familiar customers, the connection also opens up new customers. The owner of the whorehouse I was dining with at the hotel where I first met you, he's buying us drugs."

The memories I had forgotten came back to life, and Shiori stifled my face.

But I'm also impressed that Roche did something like that outside sales. I guess that's why I wasn't in much of a hurry, even if I had fewer customers coming to the store.

"Why, if you want to make money, sexual relations are quick. Besides, unlike regular customers who come to the store, there are a lot of wealthy customers looking for” your medicine. "I can sell for a few botched prices."

Seeing Roche with a bad grin, Shiori became anxious, "Can I really work for this guy?"

No, I don't think I stepped off where I shouldn't, and I'm probably fine. It's just that I love money and I don't feel guilty about exploiting it from the rich... And, Shiori tried to brave herself, but she didn't have much courage.

But if Roche really only thinks about the money, he should have narrowed it down to "your medicine” from the start, and this store wouldn't be open. The medication you keep in the store is a price of conscience, and I've seen Roche spend the medication on a child who doesn't have enough money before.

So fine. Roche is a really good person......

"Hey, Siori. Treat the medicine carefully. It's an important pill to roll up money from stupid rich people."

Probably a good guy?