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

Two hours after Freya and I broke up,

I was on my way to pull a rear car with a pile of cake boxes.

"Ha... what happened to this"

The manager told me I didn't have to come back to the store until I sold all the cakes in this rear car.

I manage to sell by hand where there seems to be a lot of people, but I still have about forty boxes left.

I'll have you buy it out when it's sold out! and the face of the banana party manager, who was snorting rough, sighed.

"Ku, you black cake shop"

Lower your hips and lower your shoulders disappointingly in an alley staircase a little off the bright main street. What a cold staircase. My ass gets cold a lot.

The snowy city gets cold at heart and nostalgia.

After a short break, I have to go back to selling again soon. That's what I think, in this fucking cold, a boy and a girl in worn thin, dirty clothes stared at me wonderfully.

Probably a kid from a ghetto just around the corner. Reinhardt Castle Town has a very different income bracket on the east and west sides, so just a little off the center changes the face of the residents at once.

As the boy approached me, he peered into the load of rear cars right behind him and raised his voice.

"Hey brother, is this it?

"Cake. Cake. You're having an event right now."

"Heh, that looks delicious. Brother, give me this."

"Oh, you're a customer? Then say so. Three thousand vestas a piece."

When I say that, boys and girls have a desperate look.

"Brother, it's cold. It's cold."

"Brother Sylvie is cold, too. We don't even have 3,000 Vestas for these kids."

"Brother, the public wind is cold."

"Sylvie! Hold on, damn it. You can't buy him a single piece of cake these days. Forgive me brother! (chills)"

"Oh I want some cake...... (chirps)"

Brothers and sisters asking this one in an obvious act.

"I've decided not to think of a guy with a kid as a weapon as a kid."

"Oh, my God, you're such a dick."

When the siblings stop acting with their tongues pounding, they unfortunately kick the nearby stone.

"Don't you guys have a dad or a mom?

"Dad didn't tease me first."

"But your mother will be back from work soon!

The young brothers and sisters clasped their hands together as they could gladly flaunt their faces. The two fingertips are turning bright red, making them look really cold.

Huh. I exhaled a lot smaller, and I pointed to the rear car with my thumb.

"Just one."

"What?"

"Cake, I'm telling you I'm gonna do one."

"" Seriously!?

Brothers and sisters did it! and happily hold a box of cakes from the rear car.

"Fuck the rest of you."

"Brother, I like the strawberry party cake."

"Be patient with the banana party. Even your brother had a good strawberry party."

It seems to be scattered to me that I will give it to you for free.

"Cora! Again, you beggars!

When suddenly the yelling sounded and looked back, there was a slightly naughty middle-aged woman there.

The motherly woman of her brothers and sisters scolded her in a strong tone as she walked over to the children.

"How many times do I know I'm not bothering people!

"Or, Mom."

"Excuse me. These kids said they couldn't, right? Here, give me the cake back!

"So, but..."

"But it's not! Because if you're a cake, your mother will bake you a bean cake."

"Bean cake not sweet......"

When my mother apologized to Pekopeco and me, she confiscated the cake from her siblings and tried to put it back in the rear car.

"Fine, bring it."

"What?"

"It's something that will be sold off and discarded. I really shouldn't give it to you, but you can take it."

I haven't decided that it will be disposed of yet, just because it's sold out. But if you don't say so, this woman won't receive the cake.

"... su, excuse me. Thank you."

The mother bows her head again with a peck and receives one box of cake.

"I did it, Mom. If we get rid of it anyway, we'll have it all!

"No, you can't. I'm going home to thank your brother."

"Thanks banana brother!

"Now you work for the Strawberry Party!

The children bow their heads and run happily.

When my mother walked over to me, she took the money out of her worn purse.

"It's not such a beautiful piece of waste, is it? The event isn't over yet."

Did you find out?

"Buy those kids gloves with that money."

I shook my head and refused to accept the money.

My mother came down to eat, but I kept shaking my head at high speed and refused.

The mother, finally broken, bows her head over and over again, "Excuse me, excuse me," after the occasion.

I put 3,000 vestas in my own money for sales when my parents and kids get home.

"Maybe I'll buy all the cakes..."

Come make money, I didn't know you'd be in a deficit.

Exhaling a white sigh, there was a shadow in the alley.

"You know, you can be nice to people in that situation a lot."

When I looked up, there was Freia in a minisca Santa-like costume.

Freya sat down next to me as she came to me with a frightened look on her face.

"You're here to make money, and they're paying you?

"You have nothing to do with the Strawberry Party."

"What, are you angry?

"Nothing... I'm dressed like a cold person."

"Huh? Is it bad?

"It's not bad. Not bad."

Hit each other with a strong eye as they frown on each other.

I don't know, why does it sound like a fight?

Is that what you thought was the same over there, and Freya exhaled one, bringing it to this shoulder.

"Sorry. I didn't come here to fight or sell anything."

"Sorry, me too"

"Were you jealous because you were dropping in looking a little exposed?

"That's not true. Don't be complacent..."

No, let's not.

"Because you're beautiful, I don't really like being exposed to other men's gaze. to be taken"

"You're such a scumbag to shelf your own business."

Freya shows her chest emphatically as she smiles with Couscous and Little Satanic.

"You, aren't you ass cold sitting in such a minisca?

It's cold, isn't it?

Freya lifted herself up from the cold stairs and rode on my lap.

The feel of her soft thighs over her trousers and her body temperature comes through.

The girl with the sweet eyes was delighted to see my face.

"That's a little better."

You're a stupid couple.

"Don't you like it?

You're gonna piss me off if I run out of part-time jobs.

"Atashi, because I've already achieved Norma"

"We're all good, except me."

When I said that, Freya twisted my cheeks.

"What are you talking about? It's not like the man Atashi fell in love with isn't brilliant, is it? You made your family happy earlier. You have a kinder heart than any king. Atashi wants to assure you."

That's what I said, Freya, who smiles nicely.

Really... don't bother too good a woman...

"Ah... you've lost your lips."

As her cold fingertips glanced at my lips, the tingling pain ran.

It's winter.

"If my mouth was already bloody, my customers wouldn't be coming."

Saying so, Freya takes the amber vial out of her skirt pocket. The bottle contains white clay like the oil has solidified.

"What's that?

"Cream"

"Oh, Lip. That's a good item for women."

When she applied cream to a wooden stick (stick) about the size of her pinky finger, she said yes and offered it to me. Apparently this is the replacement for the lipstick.

"So I paint my lips with cream."

"Are you sure? This is yours, isn't it?

"You sound like a hygienic kid."

"If you don't mind, let me use it..."

I apply Freya's lipstick to my lips.

"You suck at painting it... you're getting murky"

"It's hard to apply."

"It's too sticky. Stretch and apply a little bit."

Freya stretches the cream on my lips with her fingertips.

"Oily around the mouth"

"That's what it is. I'll repaint it, too."

"Ho, bye"

I return the lipstick, but Freya accidentally lays her own lips on my lips.

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"... ugh..."

When the soft lip feel separated, the carnivorous system that tided her cheeks gave her an invincible grin.

He said, "I overapplied it, so I got it back."

"I was going to react to something, but I hit it too hard and it didn't show up in anything"

"No, build more adrift."

With that said and a grin on his glossy lips, Freya says yes and stands up.

"Well, shall I go sell your inventory (cake)"

"But there's so much left, I don't think they're gonna sell out."

"There's no way a pretty girl like this is gonna sell it together, is there?

"Are you going to help me?

"Yeah, Atashi's gonna do something for you"

How reliable it is to have your hands on your thin hips and chest confidently.

Freya just sells it with me, and the cake in stock quickly came off.

The girl who used her various hands to attract guests, singing songs along the way and popping out violins, looked so radiant in the scattered snow.

"You sold it all out on your own."

"Of course."

Freia with a satisfying look, as we knew the result from the beginning.

"I'll give you some part-time money. I'm just sorry about this."

"I've already got something to replace you."

She lipped Tyroli and herself.

That trick reminds me of my earlier mouthpiece and raises my temperature slightly.

"Why were you working part-time?

"Well, there's no way you won't talk to me if you do..."

In fact, I confess yesterday that I snuck into an underground warehouse and trampled on Freia's gift.

I thought she'd be mad, but somehow she laughed so hard with her belly in her arms.

"Kuku, ahhhhhhhhhhh!

"You're not mad at me?

"You're lying...... uh funny...... ahahahahahahahahahahaha"

He's laughing in tears.

"I'll confess to you, too, but I actually stumbled on your present, too."

"What, really?

"So I was working part-time at the cake shop to make money for the repairs."

"We were exactly the same."

Besides, even the means of cover-up are the same.

Sure, this makes me laugh.

"Hey Freya, I broke the watch. Shall I fix it?

"What?"

"You don't have to spend part-time money when I fix it, do you?

"Then the bracelet will be fixed by Atashi."

Then we all went to the goldsmith and said, "I knew we'd fix it ourselves" and canceled the request.

I bought broken parts for a part-time fee and repaired the gift while being instructed by Kachanov.

Because of the piercing work, the shape became slightly more distorted than before the repair, but this would also taste good.

I laughed again when I saw a randomly handed gift at a Trident Gift Exchange later in the castle.

It came to me because it was a squeaky red box.

Freya, on the other hand, has my prepared, shaky gift box.

My gift came to Freya, and Freya's gift came to me.

Now I have a repaired bracelet in my arm and a repaired pocket watch hanging around Freya's neck.

It was cold outside, but the castle was full of noisy parties, and the feast lasted until late at night.

Project X.

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Different worlds, struggling! ~ Princess Gacha ~

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