The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

"Recommended meals, I'll ask for them"

"... Our recommendation is stewed chicken herbs, okay?

"Yeah, well, then"

Mr. Ars nodded without straying, looking over the narrow store intriguingly. I'm not supposed to put anything out of the ordinary, but it sounds like a lot of fun.

Meanwhile, I snuck up on Mr. Ars in the gap where he pulled through the order into the kitchen.

A beige trousers dull on a white shirt, without any weird philosophy. And it's a simple outfit, a boot that's worn in. Soldier...... then it doesn't look like it, but then what the hell are you doing?

This is the quickest place to ask yourself than to think about it.

"Um, Mr. Ars, you were talking about working at the Royal Palace, weren't you?

I was carrying water and asked quickly.

"Oh, yeah. That's right."

"What exactly are you doing?

"Hmm, what do you think?

No, it's nothing. I don't want to do a profession quiz or anything.

But, well, Mr. Ares is our guest today. I have no choice, so I'll try to hang out with you.

"I'm not a soldier...... right? What I saw at the training ground, never. He said he worked for the royal palace before, like a stables keeper or a cleaning husband? But it doesn't look that way. I don't think that's the same if you ask me if I'm a civilian..."

"Oh, you're thinking quite a bit about me. Glad to hear it."

"That's fine. So, what's the answer?

"In the meantime, Haruka didn't tell me where she works either, so I haven't told you yet."

Ugh.

I found my face catching on myself.

"Oh, yeah. Then you don't have to tell me anything else. No. I'll never see you again."

"It's terrible. You promised to be my friend the next time I saw you, didn't you?

"I no longer feel that way in my current interactions"

"Don't be obstinate. The next time I see you in the royal palace, I'll call you. I'll introduce you to my work."

"No, that's fine. I'm not really interested."

Don't say that.

I had no choice but to continue chatting with Mr. Ars about customer service, as he was almost without any other customers.

"Speaking of which, Master Ardina is coming to the other church right now."

Sounds like it.

"Mr. Ars isn't interested?

"Not that I'm interested, but I guess it's more than special."

Doesn't that mean I'm not interested?

"Harka is the one. I hear Noel, a knight very popular with women, is also here. I walked by the church earlier, but you had an amazing crowd."

Is Noel still here too?

I wasn't so surprised because I had an imagination.

"Well, I'd love to see it, but as you can see, I'm at work."

At that time, Mr. Ars ordered a stewed chicken set meal. Be careful, as it is hot, and transport the tray to the table. Before the freshly cooked dish with hot air, Mr. Ars' eye glow increased at once.

"Wow, that looks delicious!

Of course, it's deliciously decided. It was your husband who made it, but I put my chest up well.

Mr. Ars quickly took the spoon and threw a large chunk of meat into his mouth. With a slightly tearful eye of heat, Ha-ha is cheeky. Oh, I told you it was hot. But he's still a delicious eater.

"It's good. If it was such a delicious store, I should have tried to come in sooner"

"This is the first time you've been here."

"I knew the store itself. I hear the owner and wife of the store are friendly and kind people. Harka, I'm glad you hired me at a good place."

"Right, really"

Mr. Ars is worried about me every time I see him.

Was I scattering a lonely aura when it was so first? Sure, that might have been the loneliest time. It wasn't long before I came to this world, and I had no friends at all. I've witnessed the brilliant parade between Noel and Master Ardina in that, and it's gotten sexually skinny.

Thinking of that time, I'm very blessed now.

"Hoo, welcome"

Having quickly emptied all the plates, Mr. Ars breathed satisfactorily.

"I've been out of work, so I need to get back.... The next time I see Hulka, it could be the Royal Palace. If you see me, don't hesitate to call me."

"If you feel like it."

"As always, Hiraya."

Mr. Ars takes his seat while he says he's still on guard - terrible - etc.

Then be vigilant. Rather, his degree of suspicion is a nagging climb every time we meet.

I don't hate Mr. Ars, but it's a different matter from this.

"When the day comes when Mr. Ars really wants to be friends with me, let's get along"

When he spoke to Mr. Ars when he left, Mr. Ars looked back a little as if surprised.

A few days later, Mr. Rick came to the culinary repair business, which became routine.

Speak to me as I recall, hand-in-hand with your husband and stranger.

"That's right, Harka. Mr. Sotini came to my kitchen yesterday."

"Mr. Sotini's?

Let them eat their lunches. It was almost two weeks ago that I had a push question about what it was.

I was very surprised to hear her name, assuming that it had been completely absent.

"Yeah, he wants me to deliver lunch here to Mr. Sotini tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!?

It is also a sudden story.

Besides, when I said where the delivery address was, I meant the visiting room in the building where the priests lived.

The clergy are given a dedicated building in the royal palace, just like the Institute of Magic. There are also clerical neighbourhoods and splendidly made churches there, but all ordinary people are restricted areas. Of course, when it comes to royal palace servants, you are not allowed to enter there without permission.

The only person other than the cleric had free access was the interview room in the matter.

At the time I was a witch, I was given a room to live in the clergy's quarters.

So going there to deliver your lunch will mean taking you to the ancient nest in the true sense. The nostalgic half-side, there was also a great fear that it might be too deep.

Naturally, Master Ardina, now a witch, should be living there as well. You won't be seeing her to the extent that you put your face in the visiting room, but for various reasons, it was the truth that you didn't want to get as close as possible.

I don't know if it's a good idea to ask Senna to deliver it instead.

Absolutely, one or two of the dislikes is going to be said by Mr Sotini. I don't want Mr. Senna to feel bad about it.

"Well, why don't you ask your pensioner to come back and give you lunch?"

I tried to put it in my mouth even though I don't think so, but it was clear that Mr. Rick shook his head.

"Because time and place have already been specified. As for Sotini, I'm sure he'd like to see you in person."

That's what he says, he gives me a letter that he's kept it.

I can't read much slurred about the letters of this world, but the mere note rather than a concise letter with only time and place written...... is unfortunately easy to understand.

"But I can't believe it's our lunch box to the great cleric. It won't fit your mouth."

A stranger laughed bitterly when he was listening to me and Rick interacting.

Whether you are a nobleman or a townsman, I think delicious food is delicious. So I'm not worried about that place at all. But since there seems to be malice against me from the start there, the possibility of deliberately lunching was well thought out.

I knew I'd go myself and just give you your lunch and come home.

Running away would be outrageous.

I felt it sooner rather than later because of Noel.

Early the next morning, I also decided to let your husbands help me start preparing my lunch.

It's a mess I've had, I'm sorry I have to do something for a little while. Even so, I know what I can do.

As your husband instructed, mix the ingredients together or stir the contents of the pan.

All the ingredients used are fresh, and vegetables and the like are very tasty even if they stick together. She buys freshly picked vegetables from a farmer she knows, so I think it's the difference between those ingredients that makes Rick's dining room and his cooking level different.

I wonder if there are ingredients that clerics shouldn't eat, your husband cares about that in discipline, but in my memory there shouldn't have been a particular decision about that. Others have given meticulous attention to Mr. Sotini because he's a woman, let's make it a smaller bite, or he shouldn't have too much meat.

What a sweet husbands you just want to put a toy on your lunch box and me over there.

I just wanted to show Mr. Sotini this care and artisan soul.

In the end, on this day, I asked Senna to deliver to the training ground as usual and I was to take my lunch only to Mr Sotini's.

It is because the meeting time designated by Mr. Sotini is, as far as possible, at noon.

Besides, I can just draw attention to grabbing that big cage to the cleric's quarters.

Your husband, your wife, Senna. I'm really sorry about everything while I'm busy.