Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

The central square of the snowy town of Reinhardt Castle offers giant momi trees decorated with malls, surrounded by seven-colored magic stones that brighten the city.

Sometimes holidays are more common than usual, and everyone enjoyed the unusual winter streets.

Kids give presents to their mothers, couples pick presents for their lovers. You know, all over the city that people like that have a special way of enjoying themselves, I...

"Brother, if you don't try harder, I'm in trouble."

"Yes, excuse me"

Wearing a yellow apron, I was pissed off by the cakeman's master in front of a neatly loaded cake box.

I found a seller at the Winter Confectionery Festival here in Reinhardt Castle Downtown looking for a part-time job to earn money to repair the bracelet that I broke.

There are currently various stores on the main street of Castle Town, and the mood of the main character, the confectioner, is amazing.

That's no exception to the [banana party of cakes] currently working, and the manager said, "The shops chosen by the customers on the ballot are awarded in the central square, and that changes the sales this year!" and my mouth is said to be sour enough.

"If it sells out so much, it's our deficit. I can't even pay you anymore, so do it right."

"Yes, excuse me"

"Oh, I knew the seller should have been a girl. I envy the strawberry party across the street."

Blurring, the banana party shopkeeper pulls into the store.

The strawberry party is the cake shop directly opposite [the cake is the strawberry party] and the name of the store is also worn. I don't know which one imitated it, but as far as the manager is concerned, the stores don't seem to get along well with each other.

When I look at the strawberry party store destination, a woman in a Santa-like costume is a seller, and the cake sells as it flies.

I would feel better buying a cake from a pretty girl than buying a cake from a futsumen (self-proclaimed) who can't do what the manager says.

I'll do my best. Maybe I won't pay for a part-time job like this.

"Gentlemen, how about cake, cake? It's a sweet, delicious banana party cake!

Grab a cake box and head right and left across the square, but you won't even look at me.

"How about a cake for your brother there (flattery) family?

"Hey, I've already decided the cake's a strawberry party,"

"Sister there. (flattering) How about a cake?

"Oh no, I already bought the cake. The Strawberry Party is delicious."

With that said, Madame, who is well acquainted, leaves.

Kuh, I have enough strawberry party cake boxes to say pretty much everyone.

This is probably not just seller performance, but you're simply losing the taste of the cake.

"Strawberry Party Cake, please! It's sweet and delicious!... Thank you for your purchase."

When I'm in the mood for a match-selling girl, I hear a female seller. Damn strawberry party, I'm not the manager of the banana party, but I'm gradually hating the strawberry party.

"Strawberry Party Cake, please! How about strawberry party orange cake?"

It's a strawberry party, so sell it with strawberries. Why are you fighting in orange?

But you're a voice seller who comes through. That twin-tailed girl is attracting guests.

I sneak a peek in front of the Strawberry Party to investigate the hostilities.

There was a bright red off-shoulder jacket with a girl like Sexy Santa in bright red minisca, red boots as well.

"Strawberry Party, strawberry party cake please! Ichi......"

The seller girl (Freya) had eyes and eyes with me.... but

"How about a strawberry party, a strawberry party cake -?

He ignored me! You must have seen me now!

Damn it, why is he working part-time here? But now the unceasing strawberry party is more of a problem than such a question.

"I guess I'm around here."

I look around the back of the Strawberry Party store for Gosso.

Step aside from the wooden barrel of the garbage dump and find the quick, glowing bug you're looking for.

"Oh there you are. I hope you guys are all year round."

"What are you going to do about it?

"That's settled, you mixed this guy up with a strawberry party cake, and a cockroach came out of the cake of the Gaaaaaaaaaaa strawberry party, so heh! That's why I make a fuss. Then the Strawberry Party will be called the Cockroach Party from now on..."

My head was pounding.

Looking back at what he was going to do, there was a figure of Freia, arm-wrapped and royal, dressed like a cold.

"Hey, this is a strawberry party combatant"

"You look like a Banana Party fighter."

Freya looks at my apron and sees this one's affiliation.

"Don't try to rub it, Banana Party."

"Rubbing is that way, isn't it? You're such a coward to use a girl dressed like a porn for a seller, Strawberry Party."

A huge banana and strawberry shadow (shadow) floats on me and Freya's back.

"Why are you working part-time?

"That's our line, isn't it? Why this time of year?"

"Because some poor castle owner won't give me any money."

I was immediately grounded.

"Sorry I'm so poor"

"Heads up! Why aren't you so pride!

"It's bad that it's all not worth it."

"I don't know if you're having a nervous breakdown, but you're talking crazy."

"Please, if you want money, don't do anything to sell yourself like that, because I'll figure out a way to pull you out of the Dee Safe!

Saying so makes Freya feel bad about her mouth.

"That's not what this one is about. 'Cause this is a bad time for Atashi to work properly and return it."

"And it's just for today anyway, okay? I don't hate working."

"Mmm... then"

Talking to both of us, he said, "Kura-byte, where have you been?!" and my employer (Banana Party Store Manager) was turning bright red on his face.

"Yabe, the manager's pretty and I'll be back."

"Oh, hey, why are you working here part-time?

"For reasons similar to yours."

So I left it and went back to being a seller.

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