Ring Ring

When Crust and Syllabus were visiting the store, Shiori was at a fruit shop stall on Boulevard. Order "five puts" from the rustic looking young man in the store number as he prepares his breath, which has become more intense due to his running.

"Oh, isn't that Cioli! Thanks for everything. That's a puput."

The young man was the son of this fruit shop owner and was familiar with the poetry weave that occasionally came to the store. but when Shiori, who paid for it, says thank you, the public discourse also tries to go home there.

"Oh, wait a minute!

The young man withdrew such poetic weaving and took one of the fruits lined up in the store. It is a cherry blossom fruit, similar in shape to Smomo.

"You know this? It's called Atra, but was it in Siori's hometown, too?

"Ya, no"

I was in a hurry...... while I shook my head and replied terminally. Then the young man smiled gladly,

"Then try this. It's so sweet and delicious. I'm sure Siori will like it too. I don't need the money."

Three of the atras were placed in the basket of poetry weaves.

"Thanks. Glad. I'll try it. Then..."

"Wait!

Once again, the young man pulled back a poetry weave in which he thanked him quickly and tried to lift up one hand and walk away with a sleaze. Something blushes and says looking at the mound and the ground.

"Oh, you know, next time if you like... oh, whenever... si, it's fine when Siori's free.... So, Ko, next time Siori hits me, in my spare time... in my spare time, yes, yes, with me..."

"I'm in a hurry, talk, another time please! Bye!"

Poetry Weaving, who saw a young man wandering around and thought, "I can't grasp the gist of the story, and it's going to be something long," ran off, thinking it was bad.

"Oh, yeah, bye..."

The young man left waved lonely as he dropped off the hindsight of the poetic weave running at full speed.

"Just stay!

After shopping, Shiori slipped into the store with a fierce dash as the runner homed in at the baseball game. The little bell on the entrance rang noisily with Karan Karan, and Roche, who was at the counter, shouted at her face, "Don't let it go."

Ha-ha-ha, letting him breathe out, Shiori placed a basket on the counter with puputs and atra fruit. It hasn't taken me twenty minutes until I go and come back. I'll check with Roche once and for all, thinking the crust won't be here yet.

"Mr. Syllabus, haven't you?

Of course not, right? I said at my leisure that

"No, I'm home already"

Roche's answer was cruel.

"... yeah?

"So I've already come home."

"You're lying!? I told you to hold back!

When Shiori shouted so in Japanese, he tried to jump out of the store to follow the crusts that he had returned.

but in a strong tone to Roche, he is controlled to "wait".

"What?

Turn around a little harsh. Shiori didn't care where the crust was right now. Still in town? Or have you already gone back to the castle?

Roche says slowly getting up from the chair.

"You, don't engage with them anymore."

"Why?"

"I'm having trouble getting into and out of the store by Knights officials. I don't like the" back guest. "

"... ok. Then don't bother the store, don't bother. I'm not bringing you here."

Roche grabbed the shoulder of Poetry Weaver, who said so and tried to chase Crust again.

"You can't connect with a knight personally. I don't know if it's love at first sight, but give up on that silver-haired knight."

"Love at first sight...?

"No? You had that knight last week when you came to order your pills, and you fell in love at first sight, didn't you?

"Chi, no!

The misconception that he was in love with the syllabus seems to have been solved, but now Shiori wanted to hold his head when he was being made another weird mistake.

"Different love at first sight! Me..."

"You can't light it. It would be as common as falling in love at first sight. I don't."

A jittery poetic weave trying to chase a crust, and Roche grabbing his arm while scolding it and never letting him go.

"Anyway, no knights. Give it up."

Shiori thought as he sloppily dragged him back to the back of the store. Maybe I should tell you the truth.

The fact that I've tripped from another world, the fact that my crust has tripped into my world.

If you two knew each other and knew that there were a lot of things going on with me trying to chase him now, Roche might change his mind.

"Roche, listen to me for a second!

Shiori consolidated her resolve and turned to her own boss.

Roche's first voice after hearing all about Shiori was:

"What do you mean, that silver-haired knight who came today was a rumored hero"

"That way?"

I was prepared to be told that there really is a different world or something stupid.

Shiori exhaled and pulled out her shoulder strength.

I thought Roche's reactions when we were talking were thin and you didn't believe me, but on the contrary, was it lightly accepted?

"My story...... and you believed me?

Terrified to hear, Roche looked at the poetry weave sideways, spitting cigarette smoke.

"Well, if you're a good magician in a castle, isn't it weird that you could use that technique? I know all about witchcraft."

Apparently you really believed me. Perhaps it's easier to make someone in this world of magic believe in a different world trip than to make the Japanese believe.

Shiori left Yuzu and Roche and approached the entrance to the store.

"Bye. I'll go after Crust."

Raise one hand and say it gently. I explained the situation, so you should let me go. That's what I expected, Shiori.

"No, when?"

Once again, I was inhibited by Roche. Now he grabs the root like a cat.

"Why!" Roche said spitefully to the rebellious poetic weave.

"Whatever the circumstances are with you and your hero, they don't change the circumstances over here. I can't be happy with your connection to the Knight as a store. Besides, I can't connect with heroes... How much less customers do you think you'll get back when you find out, idiot?"

Roche doesn't have blood or tears, apparently. Store sales are more important than a three-year reunion of poetry and crust from different worlds. I thought humans had something called 'love' for everyone, but it was a poetic weave that altered perceptions that only this man was different.

"I've just spoken ill," he murmured blushing and "cold-blooded man" in Japanese.

"Your reunion with a hero is only detrimental to me. The same is true of being able to connect with knights, but it's also negative to meet a magician who says he knows a hero and get you back to your original world."

I can keep my face close with my neck grabbed. It was a poetic weave that surprised me so close that it seemed breathtaking and tried to lag behind, but Roche wouldn't allow it. He was awesome with a sharp eye like a carnivore after his prey.

"I also teach you recipes for my pills. Don't think I'll let go of the chicks I raised until they're ready for use."

Threatened with a low voice, Shiori deflected her body with her noodle hair upside down.

I don't mean to do that at the moment, but when you quit this store, maybe you'll be asked to leave one finger behind? and seriously fear for the price.

"You got it?

……

"You got it, Siori"

"... Hi"

I couldn't seem to forgive any reply other than YES, so I had no choice but to answer that, and I was praised "OK" and stroked in the head like a dog.

There are two reasons why Shiori would like to be reunited with Klust.

One simply because I "want to see" someone I used to be in love with.

But poetry weather was neither potent nor ”girl” enough to throw out all the rewarding work I had gotten because of it or the guaranteed life of my clothing and living to chase my crust.

I don't know if Crust wants to reunite as much as he does, or if he lets go and accepts poetic weaves with no work or home.

Shiori is an adult adult, with reason and intentions. I can't move easily just because I want to see you. I also think about my life ahead of me.

And another reason I want to see you again is to know if there is a way I can go back to Japan.

But the desire to return to Japan was originally less in the poetry weave.

There is not much untrained about rushing modern life in Japan, and I thought it would be enough if I could tell my parents that I was safe, because I feel that this world, which is natural and calm, is right for my skin.

More importantly, it's a shame to abandon a fuller life with a job. I'm unemployed over there.

"We're definitely going back to Japan!" If I had the tough will, I wouldn't mind Shiori following Crust and getting introduced to the sorcerer...

Having a job is a happy thing. If I had a job, I could find a place in that world. I can feel relieved that I have a role to play.

Maybe that's why I strongly agree with Shiori, who gasped for job difficulties in Japan and received a heap of rejection notices.

If you think about work alone, there is no place for Shiori in that world, but there is a place in this world.

I want to see Crust. But Shiori gets lost when she says that no matter what she sacrifices, she must always be reunited with Klust.

Even about Roche. I still have a lot to teach him now, and the grace I received from him —— he helped me where I was about to fall into a whore, and gave me a decent job in the poetry weave of the otherworlds. It is a circumstance that has provided me with a place to sleep and a meal, and which has taught me root-conscious knowledge of my work and common sense of this world - to a poetic weave of incapacity of speech - not necessarily enough.

So I didn't want to follow the crust and imitate the favor from Roche with vengeance.

Besides, he still has a lot to teach me. It was a poetic weave I had never met with another pharmacist, but I think I'm very lucky to be able to teach someone as good as Roche - not humanly, but only as a pharmacist.

Shiori did not follow the crust.

Though his legs seemed to move according to his instincts, he stayed in the store of his own free will after many things.