The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

It was time for the exit, and someone called us - Noel, to be exact.

Looking back as he was called, I see a skinny man slowly approaching this way.

"Dear Noel, thank you for your time."

Lord Rayburn.

The name Noel called sounded familiar. I mean, I know the guy, too.

Thin blonde hair, also close to white, is a little long when it comes to short hair. Tall but luxurious for a man, it's an overall neutral image. The white loose clothing that holds you together is a testament to the superior clergy.

Called Rayburn, he is one of the clergy who is still young but still showing his head. Even though he serves God, it seems that even in the world of the priests, it usually takes a lot of households and connections to ascend to the upper echelons. This meant that he was a good boy, said to be promising in the future, and besides, he was blessed with abundant magic.

Because he was such a witch at the time, he also had several face-to-face encounters with me. Even so, we barely know each other in relation to each other as much as we exchanged some words about greeting each other. Neither did I at the time, but he didn't seem to be the social type either.

"Have you stopped by Master Ardina's place?"

"Yeah, well."

On Noel's back, who is answering, I took about three steps back.

If I can, I just want my presence to go through.

But that still couldn't be the case.

When Mr. Rayburn glanced at me, he looked around at this poor man, from the top of his head to the toe of his foot, so as to make the ordinance. Why is a town daughter like this here, and her gaze tells her. Ugh, that's good, but please don't let them notice I'm a former witch halutia.

"What about you?

Mr. Rayburn brought up my presence.

"... I am the daughter I know of Lord Sotini. There were a few circumstances. I'm almost home."

Noel answers in a low voice.

As I leaned down, I bowed my head to Mr. Hedust and Rayburn.

"Really?"

Fortunately, Mr. Rayburn doesn't seem to intend to pursue it any further. Perhaps you read Noel's less talkative air.

"By the way, it's time to consider another 'witch pilgrimage'. We'll keep in touch with you about meeting dates and more."

Witch pilgrimage. That was a nostalgic word.

I have experience, too. To tour the church through the 'temperament' and perform a ritual to correct the flow of the 'qi' - perhaps, in the case of Master Ardina, referring to going around each church to see if the correct 'temperament' is properly in place.

A previous story I heard from Mr Ordis was that there was already a disturbed church of 'temperatures'.

You still haven't figured out where that is. Even Master Ardina, who inherited the witch's credentials, said he couldn't find it. That's why the whole royal palace was talking about it...

By doing the witch pilgrimage again, does that mean that there has been a prospect of identifying the disturbed 'temper'?

Whatever it is, it's not a matter of what happens when I think about it. If you don't know which 'temper' is disturbing, I think you should get it all back in order now, but not doing it will have some constraint.

... Don't worry about it. Next time, I'll check with Mr. Ordis about the situation.

"Okay. Let me tell Ardina too."

"Please. Now, excuse me."

Mr. Rayburn left behind only a very clerical conversation.

I breathed a secret relief. Again, if you keep it normal, you'll never find out I'm an ex-witch. I was able to reconfirm that Noel and Mr. Ordis, who I immediately spotted, were unusual. I didn't really care who he seemed to expose, I thought I'd have to think about the lunch delivery itself to the Royal Palace, but it would be okay.

"Dear Noel..., That's all right so far. I'm going straight back to the diner."

I'm just curious about people's eyes.

I stabbed Noel with a nail saying, "I can go home by myself", using a rude polite language. Noel also got it, and nodded small in an otherwise behaving manner.

"Let this not happen in the future"

"Yes, I'll be careful"

Keeping you away from the clergy neighborhood means you won't be able to see Noel again. I miss it when I think of it, but at the time I returned to this world in the first place, I had no prospect of being able to meet Noel again, or anything at all, so I just met him a few times and exchanged words, and I'm lucky at the level where the change comes.

I decided to think so, and when I bowed my head to Noel, I left the residential area behind without looking back.

If we ever see each other again, maybe that's when new problems come up again.

Sadly, from each other's point of view, the roundabout never crossed less.

Back at the diner, your husbands were getting ready to open for the night.

There is nothing unusual about it, and your husband and your wife work in silence.... but something is not right. I cannot point out clearly where. But the air is heavy or something, subtle discomfort in the invisible.

"I'm back now.... Um, what's up?

I snuck up on Senna, who was working a little away from your husbands. Mr. Senna grins bitterly, well, he nods.

"The atmosphere of the store, it's obviously dark, isn't it? I think if we open the store, your husband and your father will get back on track.... Actually, because the slightly bad news came from the Royal Palace"

"From the royal palace, bad news?

The heartbeat jumps.

Royal Palace, if you ask me, I can't help but wonder if I've caused you any trouble with my tangles.

"At one point, we had a soldier's guest in and out harassing us, didn't we?

Are you referring to the series of events that ended in the Senna Stand Around case?

"After that, I didn't end up suing them from over here to the Royal Palace, but apparently even the Royal Palace had a problem. So the royal palace was checking the situation."

I see.

But isn't that some good news?

Leaning her neck with that thought, Ms. Senna waved her head as she sifted her mouth bent to the letter to.

"Then they confessed the bad soldiers of the gala. That series of harassments is what people were asking me to do."

"Eh."

"Besides, the client is our colleague - he said it was a restaurant in the same city"

Was that harassment... orchestrated by a colleague?

I was naked, and it was like words didn't come out.

I can't believe there are people planning that in this city who thought they were just good people.

"They even exchanged money between the store and the soldiers, and today, they've both decided to be guilty. We were the victims, so here comes the news."

"Oh no..."

According to Senna's story, the soldiers in the example received a request for harassment from another restaurant owner who had been in and out on several occasions. He wants you to give a little bit of a "harassment" level without harming people or things.

The soldiers received gratuities and, as they were told, began a minor harassment. That made the atmosphere in our store worse, and the shopkeeper there seemed to think it would be nice to keep our feet away. But thanks to Mr. Senna's flashy counterattack, things became serious. In the end, it meant that the royal palace side could not be abandoned, and the investigation was followed, and both light soldiers and shopkeepers were arrested.

In response to the inquiry, the restaurant owner said he harassed us because we were "jealous". It is unjust and unjust that only our fixer is allowed to offer products to the royal palace - that is, that seems to be the case.

But isn't that resentment?

'Cause business would be like winning the quick-imaginating. I can't follow this one that far either because I was late and ate a gate advance from the royal palace. Reverse resentment and harassment are also annoying stories.

As I breathed and forcefully theorized, Senna nodded as well. but your husbands think it was necessary to take care of your surroundings and they are depressed. It seems that restaurants that do business near the Royal Palace make one union out of it, and they have quite a relationship with each other. He said it was a little bad to get permission to do business from the Royal Palace without any prior consultation, because he's not a red person, even though he's a rival.

"People are too good, your husband and your wife"

"Neither do I think we did 'bad things'. But maybe there was a drop. It's not good or bad, but it may have taken some consideration to avoid causing trouble with the others. Because this is how I'm getting hit right now. There may be a lot of stores that think harassment isn't equally funny, even if only one of them has acted ridiculously."

"It... may be so..."

Neighborhood restaurants, we're smoked?

Given the possibility, I was very shocked.

"From now on, we need to think about neighborhood dating. This is not how it works."

I nodded small.

By the time the sun sets, the city begins to be lit by demonic props.

Because no house or shop can use so many magic props, it is so insignificant as to say light. It was somewhere mysterious and beautiful to see the warm, warm lights lit up and blurry up the city.

Except for restaurants that open at night, including ours.

Light the best lights and bring in the guests.

I looked out onto the boulevard as I walked out of the store to drop off the guests.

One store over there and one over there that emits as brilliant a light as ours. Similar to ours, this shop houses officials working in the Royal Palace in their main customer base. Although I wasn't usually very aware of it, there are quite a few if you look far away at the lights in this way.

Once you get into the back street a little, the target of the restaurant moves to the general household. Because the residential neighborhood near the wealthy is close.

In this world, regular households say eating out is routine. The price of the store is not as high, and above all, the quality of the food is good. It makes sense to think that you should eat delicious and cheap professional dishes rather than take the time to cook at home. Besides, maybe regular households don't have a lot of kitchen facilities in need of demon props.

Is something called "cooking" more expensive for ordinary people than I think? I guess the reason why the cooking level in the average household doesn't rise is because of all those circumstances involved.

Well, that's anyway.

Even if you think of it in your head, there are quite a few restaurants spread across the city.

Of all that, the fact that only our fixer is in and out of the royal palace may indeed be a special thing. In a disgusting way, I also know that evil stands out. But wouldn't it be different to stop the lunch delivery?

I wish I could soothe my grooming with other stores in a more different way.

I looked up into the night sky.

It was not seen in the original world, a starry sky full of heaven.

It's so beautiful - but the world, it's not all beautiful. It was another reminder night that it was also important to face something that wasn't.