The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

Done.

The parade has gone.

The atmosphere in the city has also turned into a feeling of unconsciousness at once. Come on, the rest is the launch. I'm going to hear voices like that coming from somewhere. Everyone follows each other home with a breath of jealousy. Adults are going to have a drink at a familiar store, I'm sure that's the place to be.

Petals and paper blizzards scattered for the parade are scattered all over it, and the area is white on one side. The kids seem to enjoy picking up and collecting those shards.

With such a festive aftertaste, I imitated the surroundings and followed the boulevard.

Numerous stores also seem to have begun to close.

I happened to want to go through the Frankfurt shop earlier, so I thought I'd get one.

The crowd had just subsided until earlier, and now my uncle was just cooking the rest of the meat by himself.

"Uncle, I'm back"

"Whoa, Hulka. Welcome home."

I was hungry because I didn't end up eating anything during the festival. This meaty smell, um, I can't wait.

"Can I have one?

"Oh, sure. Thank you for keeping our shop closed all the time. I don't need the money."

"Oh, you can't do that. Let me pay."

"You can say it. I hope your husbands can tell you how nice they are to see our store again."

"But..."

Absolutely, how can this be such a good crowd, this city?

Normally, it should be more like this, because of the slaughter or this. If some bad merchant comes to this city, our fixer and uncle's butcher shop must be crushed in no time.

While I held such a casual concern in my chest, I was eventually to let my uncle's words sweeten me. I say you can take the one you like, so I sneak in on Frankfurt lined up on the net. Maybe I'll get the biggest one.

There, there was a young man's voice.

"Whoa, that sounds good. Do you still run the store?

Looking back casually, as my voice suggests, a young man thought to be in his twenties had just peered into the shop with a smile. He's a refreshing, people-loving young man with a smile.

"Can I have one?"

"Maido. Two hundred buildings."

Having chosen the best baking Frankfurt for their interaction beside me, I ran into thoughts. But it's delicious.

The young man next door was also wearing it as soon as he paid for it. He looks really happy, even though he cheeks like a fever. Such a lively smiling young man, I don't think I've ever seen him before. Is it that good, Frankfurt? Good for you.

"This is delicious"

He accidentally turned to me.

I didn't think I could talk to you all of a sudden, I giggle.

But well, I agree with his sentiments. So I nodded honestly.

"This is it, so it just so happens. It's great to breathe like this once in a while."

You know, they asked me to agree again, and I just nodded once.

No, but what is it? This guy.

"Were you here alone for the festival?

"Eh, ah, ha. Well."

"You're not out of line with your friends or anything. Bye, good."

"... thank you"

"I saw you walking alone earlier, so you were a little concerned."

What is this? Is it a numb?

But I'm not the kind of person who looks like I'm going to get numbed on purpose. I was well aware of that, so I decided to believe that he was purely worried and called me out.

"Because I came out single in this city and the sun is still shallow. I don't have many friends. So alone."

On the contrary, if you think about it, you have zero friends that you can call friends.

"Really? Young but alone in the king's capital? Oh, my God."

For the sympathy you have over me, he has the same good smile.

You, by the way.

The young man, blinking his pussy and eyes, faced me directly from the front.

"You look like a witch anyway, don't you?

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

- It's in a flattering young maiden. I did it in a serious way.

But, 'cause I can't help it!?

I just heard a conversation I didn't want to hear!

"Sorry, are you okay?

It's okay. It's okay.

He controlled me for trying to rub my back, and I managed to regain my mind. Absolutely Frankfurt in the trachea, still painful.

"Ha ha. Hulka to Master Ardina? Hey, good for you, Halka! It's a lifetime compliment, this!

Apparently his uncle, who had also listened to his dialogue in his ears, asked me to agree with him in the manner of the Great Uke. Yeah, shut up, this one's not the other way around in a lot of ways.

"No, not Master Ardina, the previous witch. Don't they often say they look alike?

"Yes, they won't tell me! I've never been told before!

"Oh, really? I think it's pretty similar."

"I, the previous witch, have never seen anyone in the first place! How do you know the witch before you?

This is a pure question.

At any rate, I barely went outside the royal palace during my tenure. Sure, I should have gone out less than ten times. Would I have had the opportunity to meet such a young man during that rare outing? I don't think so. I don't remember myself at all.

"No, I've seen it every once in a while."

"... who...?

"I work for the royal palace. It's called Ars. Greetings."

"Ha..."

Here it finally occurred to me.

I knew this was a numb!

"You look like a witch," he says in a voice to the woman who laid eyes on her. Yes, it must be. There won't be any women who feel bad about being told they look like the most revered witches in the country. Besides, if you're a “previous” witch, there are only a few people who actually know your face. So you can say whatever you want.

Yes, they do. I'm sure at the beginning of the festival I was speaking to more high-level girls, but at last nobody grabbed me and I have no choice but to lower the ranks of women and speak around.

I solved all the mysteries.

If I could tell that, his people-loving smile turned into something frigid at once.

"Well, then I'm leaving."

"Really? It's still bright, but go home with care"

I don't think I'm going to persevere. Well, good, then.

"Uncle, I'll see you then"

"Oh, it's good to see you again, Hulka"

He wanted to order a second bottle of Frankfurt, but I could tell by the interaction I could hear behind it.

Nevertheless, at the end of the festival, a bomb was dropped.

No way, I didn't expect a passing young man to spot me as a witch. Totally, I'm really glad I'm a passing numb. I guess I shouldn't go outside to mumble? No, but this one was a total coincidence. In one day today, I think an estimated ten or more women were called out to be "similar to witches".

Should I not think too deeply? Yeah, you're right.

The day after that.

At the diner, Ardina-sama talked about it.

Everyone praises the beauty of Lord Ardina. Well, I guess so. Because even I, despite my same-sex, found myself in love and witchcraft.

That's okay.

There is another topic that has swept the fixer.

That was a story about how I look like a former witch.

Apparently, that butcher's uncle told someone from our regular store as a story.

Hulka's a witch! I'm so thankful it turned into a store! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! The angry laughter of such a bunch of jerks is flying, and it is heartfelt unpleasant.

Whoa, then I'll have you do exactly as you say.

This one's a real ex-witch!

- That was me I still didn't want to say when I died.