The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

And I'm sleepless.

Well, then yes. After all that happened, my nerves aren't fat enough to sleep well.

Instead, I couldn't sleep a single night.

I wonder what. Is it true what happened yesterday?

Could it have been that I actually slept well while I didn't think I was asleep and everything was happening in my dreams? I feel like that's the most likely thing. 'Cause there's no way Noel's getting in here like this, is there? Right, right, was it a dream?

But if it's a dream, what the hell is this intense lack of sleep?

I laid my hands on the bed and dropped.

Whether it was a dream or a reality, I wanted to see you again somewhere decent.

Speaking of which, I am dressed in a room with sleeping eyes and of course a spin and no colour or anything. Isn't it a cruel piece of equipment to face a one-sided opponent? Though I know it wasn't something I could care less about, the maiden heart of None is in tears with a sermon.

Well, I guess that means that the shiatsu that's been putting Noel behind me is turning around.

But it seemed like my confession wasn't supposed to be, and that's all I'm glad about.

If they had even steamed back the confession on that occasion, they might have died of too much embarrassment.... Though I feel that there is something just a little sad about being made to have never been at all.

It's sunny outside the window.

A bird is marking the beginning of the day with a high and clear voice.

... All right, let's plump it.

I appreciate the advice from Noel and let's not think about anything else trivial. I hear the Chancellor, Lady Frahamti, is trying to dash me and bring out the summoner, so I need to be more careful around him than ever. Oh, speaking of which, there was a security buzzer in the spare school bag. I guess I'll make sure I carry that around.

Shake your head not refreshed due to lack of sleep.

When I washed my face, my consciousness became only a little clearer.

Besides my thoughts I was sober because of the series of events last night that were so unrealistic.

Well, it's true that I was damaged to the point that I couldn't sleep a single night. But right now, I can't think of anything in my hands - I didn't see so much upset. I have a natural mindset that I'm going to have my usual day today.

Noel said I've changed.

Immediately after that, I thought nothing had changed.

... I knew I was getting extraordinarily thicker than before.

On behalf of your husband and your father, who work in the preparation of lunch boxes, I went on to prepare breakfast.

It has been my routine since lunch sales began at the Royal Palace.

The French toast I made during this time was popular, so I plan to do that again today. I've been preparing for you down there since last night, so all you have to do is bake after. In time, I'd like to try a Japanese menu, but it's still too tough not to have soy sauce. Although I found similar seasonings, I knew they were not the same as soy sauce.

Well, that afternoon.

There were unexpected visitors to the store once it was closed.

It's Rick, the cook.

"What's the matter, Mr. Rick, to this place"

"Hello, Mr. Hulka. Thanks so much for lunch yesterday."

Looks like you came all the way up to work to return the empty box of lunches I recommended yesterday. There should be a return port in the royal palace, but what a discipline.

"So, I was wondering if you had a husband at the store."

I went to the kitchen to get your husband, even though he seemed kind of strange. Your husband was your husband, and because he cared so much about the royal palace kitchen, he flew right out of it just giving Mr. Rick his name.

So I wondered what would begin, and Mr. Rick suddenly bowed his head to your husband.

"My name is Rick-Geez and I am in charge of cooking in the kitchen of the Royal Palace. Thank you so much for taking the time yesterday. The lunch I received was very tasty with my colleagues. So, I had a really big favor to ask you. - Um, could you please let me go through here for a while!

The contents of all at once, if chewed up, were outrageous.

Just like me when I met him, your husband stood by losing his word.

Looks like you and Senna are sneaking out of the back of the room and watching this one.

This doesn't mean you want to go through as a guest, it means you want to be an apprentice. Was I so impressed with that lunch box? Sure, my lunch box is delicious, but when it comes to this delicacy that I think of it overnight, I think it's just exaggerated.

"I understand your inconvenience. But I really want to study cooking here. Of course, I don't charge wages in the meantime or anything, and I'm hoping you'll spend as much money on me as you want. If every day is an inconvenience, even once every few days. Please."

"Um, no, well, just give him a face once. More stories in the back."

While your husband looked troubled, he spoke to Mr. Rick gently.

Oh, following Mr. O'Turand, a visitor as unsure as the day after day.

… I am the only one who is creating a motivation for visitors. I'm sorry, sir.

According to Rick's story, the cook in the dining room liked him wanting our lunch box plugged in yesterday. This became popular and snorted, which prompted us to skip ourselves, as Rick had initially thought.

But Rick said he felt more than that.

It's a flavor that can't be served by cooks like ourselves who serve dishes in an innovative way. Rick tried so hard to tell me this, but I guess that means that he felt something like "flavor of downtown" or "flavor of fudge".

I have already spoken to the royal palace, and in the name of culinary training, it was possible to take a break for a few months. You're acting too fast, Mr. Rick. And I'm surprised it's the first white company in the Royal Palace. I thought you were going to retard.... In fact, it seems that they put a lot of hassle and hardship on it.

Well, what's the matter?

On your husband's face, it clearly says so.

I'm not leaving until you snort.

That's clearly what Rick said on his face.

Me and Senna in the field just respect your husband and your will.

Personally, my kitchen is always understaffed, and I don't think it's just a hassle. Mr. Rick is a clean cook, not an amateur. They say it will be instant combat for free, so if I were you, I'd be happy to accept it.

Well, for a good husband of a person, that's probably the best neck there is on the contrary. I'm sorry to work for free, or I'm definitely thinking about it. Besides, I guess I can't account for a limited time apprentice on the strength of the store.

But in the end, it was your husband who took root.

Exactly every day, so being an apprentice two days a week settled for the first time.

Mr. Rick is thrilled. Thank you, thank you, and the beginning and end of asking me to shake hands for not doing anything.

This is going to make the store busy again.

I'm a little out of keeping up with the dazzling changes I make every day.

"That's why a new, young cook came into our school."

One day I reported to Runa and Corey at the Institute of Magic Studies, with the intent of just casual public discourse.

I didn't see Mr. Ordis today when he came to lunch delivery as usual.

Instead, two young magicians, who were interested in board games as well as some day, were my storytellers. When are these people working?

Anyway, that's nothing. I was surprised because the public discourse intent had frozen the air in the room.

The main cause is Mr Corey. As soon as he finished listening to me, he just dropped his shoulder and sighed like he squeezed out of the bottom of his belly.

"Ladybug..."

He's still whining about something with a voice that's going to disappear.

"What is it?

"... is that true?

I listened near Mr. Corey and that question returned.

"A young cook is a man."

"Oh, yeah, but"

As I blinked my eyes, I shrugged my shoulder just because Luna told me to do it.

"There's nothing more meaningless and ugly than a man's jealousy."

Oh, I see. The point went to me, too.

Speaking of which, Mr. Corey was in love with our Senna.

There is a young man who goes by frequently at Senna's who only sees him at occasional lunch deliveries. Whatever the reality, I guess it's a very uninteresting story as for Mr. Corey.

I don't have to worry about that, but Rick says he's also skinny, so he's a lot off Senna's liking. Rather, Mr. Corey's current rivals are musculoskeletal old men who come to our store. If you tell me that fact, I'll either get more and more desperate, or I'll tell you I'm moving to a soldier, so let's keep my mouth shut.

"Yes, Mr. Corey should come to us as a customer, too. Senna's in the store almost every day."

"If I go to your diner, I can't help but float."

"There have been more young men's soldiers visiting these days, and they're not."

"Yeah, uh, young men's soldiers. Oh, is that true?

Oh, shit. They've stepped on mines again.

"I feel sorry for him! If you go to see your beloved girlfriend every day without rain, storm or anything, and still say you're wetting your sleeve with tears without paying off your thoughts, yet, Corey, you haven't done anything! And even if they say they don't care about other men's shadows flickering, all I can say is, can they come here?"

Luna only goes around her mouth a lot, but the fruit (jitsu) is serious about her lunch box as if she's not interested in Mr. Corey's romantic circumstances. I recently found out, but she's eating two lunches on her own. Where in that thin body will the food disappear?

"You don't know the owner of a spirit as bold as Luna."

Mr. Corey is in total bullying mode.

"But Mr. Hulka would understand, wouldn't he? One thought at a time.

It was Noel's face that floated around when he told the story like that.

Until just a few days ago, when it came to his face that I think of, it was just an old thing pulled out of a distant memory I spent a year and a half ago.

But not now.

I suddenly visited my room at night during this time, that face of Noel in the dark. It was within reach, his face, in his head.

Gwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, I'm just embarrassed to remember!

What's it like being dragged up by one of these guys?

Apparently, I'm certainly one of Mr. Corey's kind.

You have to admit that.