Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

Meanwhile, around that time.

In a carpentry workshop in the streets, Barletta and Alondo watched over the manufacture of screw presses.

Alondo was not originally scheduled to come to the occasion and Valletta planned to confirm the progress of the work by herself.

But Alondo, who heard about Barletta coming to the workshop from somewhere, was waiting in the workshop before she came.

"I see. If this is how it works, can you squeeze the oil slowly with less force"

Alondo looks impressed as the screw press is assembled by the hand of the carpenter.

"Parts are made individually for each workshop and are efficient, and we're going to be able to get the numbers together soon for this. Your reputation in the field seems to be high, and your design is a big deal."

"Thank you. So it's time for me to..."

"Yeah, well, I need to ask you something. I'm not gonna give you much time. Can you give me a hand?

"Yes, sir"

He was held back when he tried to leave, and Barletta returned a slightly drawn grin.

Since the beginning of the year, Valletta had been brought out everywhere by Arrondo more than once.

At the beginning, we had just a little help, and after a few minutes of standing and talking, we had been freed, but these days the detention had gradually become longer.

Even a few days ago, he was taken to a small spilled restaurant where he said, "I want to talk to you about the work process," and the two of us were supposed to have lunch as it were.

As for Valletta, Alondo can always ask me for a job or ask me to talk to her.

I don't mind, but I honestly had a pretty rough time when it came to being accompanied by him and being made to do something like a date.

"Oh, but it's time for lunch, and shall we talk while we eat somewhere together? I'll keep the mansion occupied."

"Well, then you can finish your meal... because I have to go back and do Mr. Kazura's lunch support..."

"Fair enough, okay? It's not like we don't have a replacement."

Arond put his hand on Barletta's back, saying in a mild condition, and took him straight out.

Barletta has no choice but to get in the carriage that was parked.

Arond then, naturally, sat down next to Barletta.

"I'm a little far from here, but I have a store that serves delicious meat dishes. That's where I am today..."

"Oh, that! Hopefully close..."

"... you"

To Barletta, who accidentally gave her opinion, Alondo gave a slightly troubled look.

"I think you should give up on him."

"Huh?"

"It's about Master Kazura. You know I can't, right? How am I supposed to break in between the two of us?"

All of a sudden, Barletta looked at Arrondo with a pompous look.

Arond smiles bitterly and makes him apologize "sorry, sorry".

"But I don't think they're going to beat you, Mr. Reese. You may think it's okay to be a concubine, but there's no way Master Leese or Mr. Narson would allow that. If you look at the fold and you're pressed for the right amount of money, you can either go straight to the village or fly to a city far away."

……

"It may be hard about him, but you don't like waving the chance of birth on the stick you got because of him, do you? If we keep this up, I can assure you it will definitely be. I guess we should just give up on him, if that's what you're gonna see."

"... what are you trying to say"

Alondo smiles at Barletta for dropping the tone of her voice.

"Come to me. The birth promises, and I'll turn my hand so you and your family can live in Isteria any day. My family, I'll let you live a wealthy life in this city for the rest of your life. If you're going to be mine."

……

"Well, that's not a bad story, is it? Luckily, Kazura said you'd put it under me if you wanted. Whatever, you can tell Master Kazura from me..."

"Why not?"

"Yeah?"

"How could you tell such a story?

In a quiet tone, Barletta asks.

Arond roared "hmm" as he thought for a few moments.

"I really liked you... no, because I like you, I guess. As much as I want it to be mine at all costs."

Barletta stares at Alondo's eyes, keeping her face straight.

In that look, Alondo turned off his smile and opened his mouth with a serious look.

"Honestly, I have plans. You're a favorite of Kazura and Narson, and you're close to Leese. More importantly, he has a talent for inventing tools and machines. If you're going to be my right arm, don't do anything good in the future. But that's like an aside. I want you to be next to a sweet, smart woman like you."

To that dialogue, Barletta's eyes seemed alond as if they had wobbled just a little.

"I don't know, leave the mansion and come to me..."

"Sorry!"

Before Alondo finished, Barletta bowed her head in momentum.

In the opposite reaction to the anticipation, Alondo solidifies with his mouth open.

"It's a really good story, but I can't accept it. Thank you so much for talking such a waste to me. Now if you'll excuse me."

Baretta said her apology in a breath with her head down, looking back at Arond's face and putting her hand on the carriage door.

Alondo panicked, grabbing Barletta's shoulder and pulling her back.

"Hey, hey! Still driving...... not why not!? What the hell don't you like!?

Barletta looked back slightly to Alondo and smiled a little lonely.

"It's not like you like it or not."

"Then why!?

Barletta turned back to the front and opened the door.

The noise of the ragged wheels rolling down the ground echoes loudly indoors.

"... I have to be that guy."

When I finished saying it, Barletta jumped off the carriage just fine.

He lands cleverly on the ground and quickly disappears from the view of the doorway.

Arond stared at the door for a while, reaching for the door, which had left open, and closed it momentously.

Hip down to your seat somewhere, chirping your tongue.

"Normally, if you say all that, you'll shake a little bit."

With a grumpy voice, I snapped.

Around that time, in the Narson Mansion work room, Isaac had set the beans on the degreaser.

Lock the upper lid securely and press the power button.

Watching as the oil emerged along with the sounds of a ground beep, the door to the room opened and Marie came in.

On both hands, he holds a large crate stacked in two steps.

Marie lowered her head small to Isaac as she peered into her face beside the crate.

"We have brought you additional beans. Master Kazura and Mr. Zirconia said they won't be back for a while. In the meantime, Isaac said to keep working. I'll help you till lunch time."

"Mm, okay. Bring me those beans."

"Yes, sir."

Marie lowered the crate in a polite motion as she came under Stasta and Isaac.

"... Hmm"

Isaac reached for the crate Marie had placed today and held it up in two pieces as she had done so.

I stared at the crate to make sure it weighed that snugly, and turned my attention to Marie.

"You've brought such a heavy thing a lot"

"What? Yes!

"Wasn't it heavy?

"Oh, it was heavy, but just enough to hold it..."

"Right."

As Isaac lowered the crate, he turned his attention to the deoiler.

Stare silently at the rattling and rocking degasser, two people standing side by side.

"… recently"

"Yes?"

After a moment of silence, Marie turned to Isaac, who uttered words with her eyes on the deoiler.

"Has something happened recently?

"What?"

"You've been looking sick for the last month or so."

"Yes, no, especially that..."

"Havel and didn't something happen?

"Eh."

Isaac turns a blind eye to Marie, who shouts her surprise.

"Is it still true? You guys have been acting weird lately. I asked him nothing of it, but he got stuck. It's been a long time, but still won't solve it?"

……

Marie is leaning down and dropping her gaze at her feet.

Isaac also turned his attention back to the degreaser.

"I don't know what happened, but is it something you're worried about alone won't solve? You might want to talk to someone. Sometimes you can be stupid and change your mood."

I'm sure Havel and I even had a fight, in light shape, Isaac says.

Marie didn't even reply and stayed down.

"If you don't have someone you can talk to, you can talk to me, okay? I would never say anything else, and I could have gone in there and preached to him. How dare you grieve such a cute little sister, huh? Ha..."

……

To Marie, who returns no response at all, Isaac sweats on her forehead looking for words.

Think of it, even Barletta and Eira, who have been face-to-face with her from day to day, haven't been able to hear anything (probably).

Marie can't possibly reveal her troubles to herself, who has only ever had enough conversations to count.

Instead, it's atrophied the other way around.

Such an idea brings a head.

"That being said, is it still easier for the same woman to talk to each other? Well, it's just hard even if you're worried too much. If you want to look at the fold and talk to someone, try discussing it with Habel..."

"... really"

"Hmm?"

A faint voice slipped into his ear, Isaac turned to Marie and stopped the words.

Marie stays nagging and can't see the look on her face.

"Really... keep your secrets, do you?

"Oh, oh! Of course! I swear by the name of my ancestors!

Marie turned slowly to Isaac, who responded instantly.

Marie's eyes are filled with tears, and she's going to be overflowing.

"Help... please..."

Marie pleaded with a gruesome expression.