The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

Our fixers are quite thriving.

When you hired me, you and your wife were cutting it up, but until a little while ago, there seemed to be a part-time man.

I hear you've been too busy and hard, although you and I have managed to spin the store since he quit. The part-time job seems to have been a bit of a mess, so he didn't feel comfortable hiring the next one for a while.

But I think it's gratifying that you're too busy to breathe as a shopkeeper. In fact, the couple always remember to be grateful that "God and the customer protect us and our daily lives are made up".

I was just wondering if you were trying too hard.

Apparently, there's a reason they're powdering themselves and working from morning to night.

The couple seemed to have a small amount of debt.

I haven't been talking about debt to my face, but after closing the store at night, I heard the two of us talking about this.

How can you be in debt when this is the only flourishing store? You're a couple who live a discreet life, far from luxury, etc., but really, why.

I didn't know why for a while, but I was finally able to understand by gathering pieces of casual public discourse from the regulars.

That's - now he's dead, it was for your daughter.

I hear your daughter was a weak child, and you always repeatedly slept and woke up? That's why I needed a lot of money for her medical bills.

Your daughter says she died at a young age, and then she says it's been a long time.

Maybe they are very kind to me because they overlap your daughter's face on me. Otherwise, we can't possibly hire strangers into our debt.

Either way, it doesn't seem like an amount I can repay overnight.

So the couple is considering expanding the store even with further debt.

The store is pretty small right now, with just over fifteen customers to put in at a time. The more customers give up at noon and return for full seats, the bigger the store, the less worried they will be about entering.

However, it is difficult to expand the current store as it is.

There's another shop right next door. If we were to expand our current stores, we would buy them, destroy the buildings we bought, and rebuild our own stores.

So shall we move to another large land? Then this time, there was a problem with the location.

The store is now in a good position quite close to the Royal Palace. That's why the soldiers of the Royal Palace take you to the night by day as regular guests.

If this got any farther from the royal palace, it was visible that their feet would be equally farther away. When that happens, we need to develop a new audience, but I don't think the areas where we can buy the ideal size of land are all residential anymore, and we can expect as many guests as we have now.

This is a difficult issue.

Is there any way to increase sales as it is in the current store?

It was a casual word from a soldier of regular customers that broke such an obstructed situation.

- I wish this shop was in the royal palace.

This is one of the compliments that we often hear in this store. Whatever this store eats, it's delicious, or I never get tired of coming to eat every day, or if the price goes up, I'll definitely go by. So I would have laughed through "thank you," usually.

But to me at this time, this word caught on my chest.

Well, that could be a good idea.

No, of course, it's not really about setting up a branch inside the royal palace. I mean, I can't do that.

But I don't have to take it from store to store, so why don't I just have the product?

- You think I'll carry it from here, for example?

I once lived in the royal palace, so I know more or less about the interior of the royal palace.

Indeed, the training ground for the general soldiers should have been close to the entrance for the price.

Speaking of their dining room like that, I remember they were in quite a walking position from the training ground. For hungry soldiers after training, it may be a hassle to get to the dining room.

Besides, the dining room certainly seemed to be quite limited in opening hours. Occupational patterns, soldiers who can't take a lunch break at a set time each day, sometimes seem to get eaten up as they are. When that happens, they go out to dinner outside the royal palace.

Incidentally, there are systems where leading cooks sift their arms and serve them in their own rooms regardless of time, which of course specializes in the upper class. I was here to take care of him at the time.

That's why it seemed like a good idea to make an appearance at the Royal Palace from this fixer.

That's right, originally in this world, we don't do a lot of food selling walks. At best, sandwich-based snacks are usually sold in stores for walking around. Speaking of which, was the “lunch box" filled with rice and rice unique to Asia?

Oh, isn't this something you can do?

I talked to your husbands quickly.

The two of them were listening to me at first with a look bored by foxes, but gradually they seemed to start thinking of me as a realistic suggestion.

"Sure, it might be an interesting attempt to prepare and trade dishes like those served in the store for your phone."

Your husband had a serious look and squealed like that.

"For once, you might try it on an experimental basis. Hey. Try it from about ten sets and there will be little damage."

"I need permission to trade food, but well, that'll be right down"

The story goes on and on.

But I had one problem.

"The hard part is selling food“ in the royal palace. I've never heard anything like it before. "

"That's right. Regarding that, whether permission will be granted"

"If you mean entering the training ground, can you do something about it?

As far as I'm concerned, I think it would be preferable to sell it in the Royal Palace and near the training grounds.

I don't mind selling it all over the city, but if it's all over the city, it doesn't have to be a lunch box to have as many delicious shops nearby. Besides, when I start a new service, I feel like I should start by capturing existing customers if possible.

Well......, if I tell you the truth.

With permission to sell on the training ground, you can also enter the Royal Palace, privately with one stone and two birds!

Though it also includes reasons of selfishness.

I also asked the soldiers, regular customers of the store, for advice on this idea.

Everyone reacted better than I thought and said that if they came to sell it, they would surely succeed.

Because, as I thought, in addition to the fact that the dining room in the royal palace can't be expected of all sorts, they also try to sweat once after training to go out and eat, which can actually be a hassle, too. For this reason, many soldiers say they don't go to the dining room, they don't go out to eat, and they grab the bread they bring themselves and outsmart them.

The target is precisely those “giving up” soldiers.

I also found out that one of my regular guests was a great captain, and I was going to get a mouthful from him to the royal palace side.

Thankfully, it must also be because of the morality of your husband and your mistress that there are people who can help you this way.

So, a week after we started moving.

Finally, permission was granted to sell lunches at the Royal Palace.

On the morning of the sale, I woke up about two hours earlier than usual with your husbands to get ready.

This season, speaking of Japan, feels like the end of spring.

Unlike Japan, there is no moisture at all, and the temperature does not rise to the extreme, so if you are careful with ingredients, you will have no problem selling them at noon. Well, around there, you two professionals who know a lot more about it than I do.

Fifteen Japanese-style lunches were prepared with rice and a set of freckles.

And then about ten rice balls full of my love so you can easily buy them instead of snacks. As for the drinks, they have a drinking area in the training area, so I decided I wouldn't have to prepare them, and this time I dropped them off.

Come on, let's go.

I'm supposed to be on my way to the training ground.

Conscious of the sellers who often sell beer at the ballpark or something, I try to sag something filled with lunch boxes in a large cage. Yeah, it's balanced and stable. But that's pretty heavy. If we don't sell this out properly, it's gonna be hard to get home.

Are you okay, Halka?

"Hal, you look heavy. I knew I..."

"No, ma'am. Without your husband and your wife, we wouldn't be able to get around the store in the first place."

Taking control of your worried husband and your father, I went out on the street to the royal palace.

It's a little before lunch now.

The royal palace clerks who come out to the city for lunch are still sparse, and the public streets are not so much.

Occasionally, I noticed a glimpse of someone passing by. Maybe my weak daughter thought something was going on with her big baggage, or maybe she noticed a delicious smell leaking out of the cage.

I wonder if I can sell it. I hope it sells.

To the royal palace, even on my feet with my luggage, a short walk is enough.

Yeah, I'm kind of nervous.

The last time I came to the Royal Palace, I was treated as suspicious and driven away.

But this time.

The gatekeeper at the entrance raised his eyebrows, acknowledging my appearance.

"Do you have a permit?

"Yes. Take this."

I pulled up the permit I was lowering from my neck and gave it to the gatekeeper.

To the extent that the Gate Soldier glanced at it, he immediately paved the way for me to "come through." It's kind of clapping up on how light it is. Perhaps one of the regular soldiers had also spoken to the gate soldiers beforehand. Thanks.

Whatever it is, it's been two months since I returned to the other world.

We've finally made it to the palace!