Risou no Himo Seikatsu

The following Monday, Yoshijiro Yamai, who came to work, awaited the words of his boss, who would arm himself with a difficult face, in advance of the 'resignation form' he had submitted.

"Are you quitting..."

"Yes, excuse me"

Originally a company with strict working conditions. It is not so uncommon for people to quit, but in the case of Yoshijiro, it is a resignation submission at the end of an arrow that has followed his work for several years and has recently come with the prospect of becoming a 'force of war'.

Even as a boss, I can't say "if you want to quit, be your own" like a rookie who's been in the company for six months.

"Go home and inherit the house, huh? You don't like that kind of life, didn't you choose this job?

Through his eyes at Sanjiro's excuse for lying, written in the reason column for his resignation, his boss leans his neck while uncomfortably distorting his mouth.

"Yeah, well. I don't know, there's been a change of heart..."

No way, I'll marry a queen from another world and be a hippo. That is, because I can't write it, I just have to paint it hard here with lies. With a cold sweat in his heart, Yoshijiro has a strange face.

"Hmmm... well, you can't keep pushing me to quit, but you can't do a busy job. Okay."

The moment his long-time boss leaked the words, Yoshijiro accidentally leaked a sigh of relief.

But his boss shouts out loud as he waters down the delights of such a good jiro.

"Except! The near-due job you're in charge of right now, get it done. Otherwise, let another person take over the job you're holding. When that's over, I'm the new employee's educator of the year.

I'm not saying it's as far as you are right now, but at least slap in about Iloha's of work, okay?

If they ask if it's okay or not, it's not good. Honestly, it's time to prepare for a different world summons.

But it doesn't feel good to say that and cloud the marks, and it would be far more troublesome in the unlikely event that a root-digging leaf dig against the blade is heard and a lie spreads.

"Okay. Excuse me."

In the end, Kenjiro chose to do his hard work without difficulty until the moment of his departure.

When it comes to taking over work and even mentoring juniors, there's less time left than I thought.

When Sanjiro finished his lunch at the beef bowl shop, he went straight to a nearby jewelry store on his feet, realizing that he could not waste a minute or a second of this.

"Right. This ring, and I wonder if it will be about 14 to 14.5. The customer's own size is 17."

The middle-aged woman clerk, who finished weighing the ring that Yoshijiro brought in and Yoshijiro's own left pharmacopoeia finger, said so without breaking her business smile.

Gojiro, who is first time stepping into a jewelry store in the first place, isn't sure if Aura or her fingers are thick or thin, even if they say so.

"Oh, really?"

The clerk, who immediately perceived this customer to be completely unfamiliar due to the condition of Yoshijiro, continued the conversation with a subtle explanation.

"As a woman, your opponent will be a slightly larger size. At this size, there are only a few things that can be readily prepared."

"Yeah, well. Because he's taller than me because of his height."

"Oh, well. Even though the customer is not low. That's all, if you're taller, a solid object with some width would be more visible. Please wait a moment."

The clerk retrieves the sample and pulls it back.

"Oh, yes."

The remaining Sanjiro was naturally remembering Aura's appearance.

Large, sensual limbs. A distinct appearance with an intense appearance and a noticeable nose. Long hair as red as fire, like it manifests its character. Born wheat skin, fundamentally different from sunburn.

What is the ring that can be seen on her fingers? Certainly the clerk is right, I don't think a modestly made, thin ring would suit me very well.

Shinjiro himself is making one mistake. Aura is never taller than Yoshijiro.

Instead, Yoshijiro has about one finger, but is expensive. To be precise, Kojiro is 172cm. Aura's about 170.

In Yoshijiro's eyes, Aura is visible about mid to late 170, but it was only an illusion, pushed by an atmosphere seeping out of its entire body.

"Thank you for waiting. With a simple rework, we'll be able to give it to you shortly, and it'll be around here."

Doing so, the clerk who backed down brings multiple rings onto the basin-like object and brings them to the front of Yoshijiro.

"Well, there's quite a lot going on."

Saying so, the first thing that Makiro looks at is a genuine bill hanging on each ring.

I know it's impoverishment, but for Sanjiro, who doesn't know the good or bad of the ring, etc., the thing that bothers me the most is the amount of money that goes out of his nostalgia, to be honest.

"If you are lost, it is a good idea to start by deciding from the metal on the pedestal. In Japan, wedding rings are common in platinum, but if it's the color of your skin, would gold rather be familiar with your fingers? If you feel normal yellow gold is too flashy, there are also pink gold rings like this one.

Of course, combining with Fiancé is the most important thing. "

Generally, the lighter skinned are considered platinum, silver, and the darker are gold free.

Yoshijiro is a person with a fairly dark skin tone as a Japanese person because of the blood of people from different worlds.

Well, Aura is a completely indispensable otherworlder. The colour of the skin is a natural and beautiful wheat colour.

"Oh, they have darker skin colors than I do. You mean wheat..."

"Well, if that's the case, I would still recommend yellow gold. Wouldn't decorative stones also be better colored diamonds than colorless ones? Excuse me, are you abroad?

"Ah, yes. Right. I'm not Japanese."

"If that's the case, there's also a choice of pedestal stones to match with the color of your eyes and hair. If you match the color of your eyes and hair, it's easy to get acquainted with even if you wear them, and that's the message that you look at them so closely."

"Ha, ha. I see."

On a daily basis, Sanjiro, not far from these places, was pushed by the sales offense of the clerk and just nodded at what the clerk said.