The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

From the next day onwards, Lord Ardina's full prayer began.

Ardina, who left the Inn early in the morning with the Noels, seems to be single-handedly confined to the Church's 'sanctuary' as it is, even offering prayers to God.

Apparently, it's hearsay, because of course I wasn't chosen for the offering.

It was Noel and the soldiers of the security, as well as the clerics Mr. Rayburn and Mr. Sotini, who headed with Master Ardina to the church. However, two of the clerics returned to the Inn shortly. He said it was a consideration that the concentration of Master Ardina should not be disturbed by holding back on the side in very large numbers.

Master Ardina will not return until night.

Along the way, they seem to pinch the meal instead of the break, but they also say that all their preparation will be on the church side.

In that case, Ardina's caregivers, me and Quinn, will be completely out of hand. I mean, I have absolutely nothing to do. In the meantime, then, let's also do a tour of the town, what an idea there is naturally not one person to bring it up, and it became a carriage for all of us to spend quietly in the Inn, thinking of Master Ardina, who keeps praying to God.

But still, I can't just sit with my eyes closed, and some people seem to have decided to kill time by starting knitting or reading books.

Speaking of which, unfortunately, I wasn't good at either, and I had no choice, so I decided to let him help me with the inn.

Initially offering to help with the inn, I was praised by the innkeeper for being outrageous, but then I tried to wipe the floor on my own. I was violently stopped, and early in the morning it would help me water the grass flowers in the garden, (half forcefully) I succeeded in getting the job divided. I just overdid it a little bit. I turned to the garden, reflecting that I was going to help and interrupt.

The water has to be pumped itself out of the well.

The inn kitchen seems to have equipment to pull water with demonic props, but it just doesn't seem to pull water to the garden. but now on the contrary, I was more grateful for that. It won't be a waste of time if you can easily water it with magic props.

As I was relaxing and walking from the well to the garden singing my nose song, there was a voice calling me out.

"Halka, may I have a moment?"

It was Mr. Sotini.

"Oh, hi, hello"

The distance from Mr. Sotini, who has not exchanged words in a few days, is subtle.

I bowed my head a little warm for now. Mr. Sotini walks over here with an emotionally unreadable expression, which makes me feel extra comfortable.

"What the hell are you doing?

Mr. Sotini asked, looking down suspiciously at the bucket full of water, which was in my hand.

"I thought I'd go watering the garden flowers. I had nothing to do, so I told the innkeeper I couldn't get a job."

"On garden flowers? Then why aren't you pumping water in the garden? There must have been a water pump in the garden."

As incredible as it sounded, Ms. Sotini opened her eyes.

But I'm surprised at me. A water pump in the garden! I didn't even think about that. He also used to help draw water when he worked at a fixer, but the well was shared with the surrounding houses. So when I found the well behind this inn, I mistakenly assumed that it was the only source of water.

On second thought, pulling up the well's water is a pretty powerful heavy labor. It couldn't have been because I couldn't let my witch's entourage wipe the floor and that the job I gave her instead was to go back and forth through the well and the garden for so many times. Maybe it makes watering the garden flowers easy. I should have listened to the innkeeper properly.

"Well, better than that, I'd like to talk to you a little bit, would you?

As she regained her mind, Ms. Sotini continued her words.

She didn't seem to speak up, naturally, to tempt me as I pumped water. I'm deeply scared that her expression tightened for a moment. But I couldn't say no, I just snorted and put a heavy barrel on the ground.

I didn't like the idea of Mr. Sotini's story.

That night I jumped into your line, Master Ardina. I hadn't explained anything to Mr. Sotini, but I had put things in order. It is more obvious in Mr Sotini than to see the fire that things have not subsided at all.

"Come on, let's talk about it, shall we?

"Eh."

"After that, Master Noel said, 'I'll explain everything when this pilgrimage is over,' but there's no way we can wait that long! No matter how much you ask, he won't try to give up. I really don't like it. Hulka, you're a better honest daughter, aren't you?

Mr. Sotini's angry smile is horrible.

Wow, Noel, do something!

Twitching and being physically caught up with Mr. Sotini. Behind me is a big pillar.

"I'm tired of continuing to doubt you. Let me get this straight. Is there something annoying about you or not? What the hell are you thinking?

A training ground with a wife who doubts her husband's infidelity - such a structure comes to mind. But it is none other than himself who stands in the middle of that training ground.

"Um, really, I don't know myself. Stay here if you notice."

"That can't be happening."

"I'm not lying! I didn't mean to interrupt the witch pilgrimage."

"Then let's just leave that problem alone for now. Let me ask you something else. What the hell is your relationship with Master Noel? Although Noel said he was a personal acquaintance from before."

"... yeah erm"

"I don't know what you're gonna do, do you? Come on, I'll get some answers."

What do I do, I'm in trouble.

After that night, Noel seemed to follow up with Mr. Sotini as Noel, but not at all. She's not even convinced of a millimeter. I just want to tell you everything about this, but I just don't feel right telling you that I'm the witch I was before. I mean, I don't feel like you can believe me where I said it in the first place.

Ms. Sotini looked badly discouraged at me for not being able to find the words and tying her mouth without trying. It's hard to be disappointed by Mr. Sotini.

"What are you both doing in such a place"

At that time, another voice descended upon us, who were leaning in the shadows of the building.

As soon as I raised my face and confirmed the Lord of my voice, I - and my neighbor, Mr. Sotini - blushed.

It was Mr. Rayburn, the cleric.

"Dear Sotini, I would have asked you not to inadvertently be alone with this daughter,"

Mr. Rayburn walked over here as he alternated between me and Mr. Sotini with his temperatureless eyes. I wish you would just keep passing by.

"... I happened to be wrong, so I was just having a little public talk."

"It didn't look like we were having a little public talk?

"Oh, I wonder what you know about conversations between women."

Mr. Sotini has no way of breaking at all, and he says back, Pompong. Mr. Rayburn seems to have decided to refrain from going into this matter any further when he drops one big sigh.

"During Master Ardina's lunch break, we were to have about two women on our side. Quinn and the other one, Dear Sotini, would like to ask you. There seems to be a few things I'd like to tell you from the church side, so could you please head to church from now on?

"... Really? Okay, I get it."

With a flashing expression, Mr. Sotini nodded.

"Then I will return to my room once to prepare. Hulka, don't overwater yourself."

"Oh, yes."

Lightly, he's gone.

As I watched Mr. Sotini walk away for a while, I glanced up to Mr. Rayburn, standing next to him in the same way, slightly sideways.

Why won't Mr. Rayburn leave?

This just seems like a good idea to get away from me, even if it's a light meeting. That was when I decided and tried to pick up the barrel I had left on the ground.

"You two look pretty close."

Mr. Rayburn called me and I stopped moving perfectly.

Ugh, aren't you going to let me get away with it? Instead, he may have bothered to get rid of Mr Sotini in order to talk to me.

"I mean, I'm close, and I'm getting better."

Mindful, I turned to Mr. Rayburn again. This guy and I are too scared, but the chirping of a bird in the bright morning sun, the home of a laid-back inn, makes me feel somewhat calm.

"I hear that Master Sotini's request for lunch delivery from you was the beginning of our relationship."

"Yes, well, yes"

The real beginning is that I've been certified by Mr. Sotini as a competitor over Mr. Ordis, but I'm going to keep my mouth shut because it's going to be extra easy.

"But didn't you wonder? A priest in his position asked me to deliver a lunch box to a luncher in Ichii."

"That's... well, I'm surprised"

"I hear you're going to end up in Master Ardina's mouth, too. If you make me say it, it can't be speechless, not at all. I hear you've seen the poison, but that's not the problem. Using ingredients that don't know where they come from, offering things made by humans who don't even know who they are to a purifying witch, etc."

A clean witch.

No, well, I know what you're trying to say.

That's not why I live by eating Kasumi (blush), and sometimes even Master Ardina will want to mouth junk food. No, no, of course, our lunch box is a first-class product made (by your husbands) with fresh ingredients, with a good nutrition balance in mind, rather than junk food!

"In the first place, Master Sotini is someone who is alienated from people. I'm not the kind of person who speaks to the general public and tries to get along."

"I mean, what are you trying to say?

Mr Rayburn's criticism of Mr Sotini still seems to be going on. Come on, I'm starting to feel bad too.

"I don't think Master Rayburn knows Mr. Sotini properly. Even I know that there are so many nice things about Mr. Sotini that if I said anything about friends, I'd only get mad at you."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

Mr. Rayburn calmly blocked my words.

"I wonder if she has any idea why she bothered to speak to you and let you carry her lunch box"

"... thoughts?

"Have you ever been asked to do anything by her besides carry lunch"

"I don't! If you were instructed to poison me, if that's what you're saying."

"No. Calm down a little."

Mr. Rayburn put his hand on my shoulder as if he were trying to preach patiently to a child who didn't make sense.

"I don't think you have poison or dagger hidden in your nostalgia at the moment. What I fear is more elsewhere. For example - haven't you been told by Master Sotini to get along with Master Ardina?

Friendly with Master Ardina?

The story flew in a completely unexpected direction, and I couldn't find a word.

"The presence of you, the ordinary civilian, with nothing to do with the royal palace, reminds Master Ardina of a quiet life before she became a witch. The closer you get to Master Ardina, the more disturbing it can be. - Do you understand what I'm saying?

Looked down with a serious look, I pulled my lips and tied them.

For a moment, I didn't know what Mr. Rayburn meant by his words.

But soon enough, my head understands.

Master Ardina said she was originally a woman who grew up in a very normal family. The ability was expected and greatly promoted by the witch. And disconnected from the environment in which he was born and raised, he now lives in the royal palace, worshipped and served as a "witch, a witch".

How cramped that is - there's no way I don't get it.

Besides, Ardina is suffering from a failure to manipulate her abilities. No matter how strong Master Ardina is, he must be careful. What if, in such a fold, a normal daughter came to the side, almost unrelated to the royal palace? It doesn't matter if you're a witch or a country, if you can exist like a "friend" who doesn't care about manipulation and can easily talk to the public?

(Even though I don't like it all anymore, I think I want to go back in time)

Isn't that what Mr. Rayburn refers to as "disturbed”?

But if so, why would Mr. Sotini want something that would confuse Master Ardina? Although Mr. Sotini may indeed be difficult to say about an honest girl, at least, he felt that he cared about Master Ardina.

"I have never asked Mr. Sotini to get along specially with Mr. Ardina."

Clearly, I ran out of words to Mr. Rayburn.

The truth is, if you mean to that extent how Master Ardina likes me, though I've heard it from Mr. Sotini's mouth as well. But I never felt anything like she was trying to force us to get along.

"Why do you care about that? What does Mr. Sotini say?

When asked mostly about his fighting hips, Mr. Rayburn distorted the sober mask he was wearing for the first time.

"Why not? - Naturally. If you don't know anything and are being used by her, you should just keep this in mind. It was originally Lady Sotini who would succeed the witches of the other world. It was seen almost as accurate for her to be a successor witch, who was seen to have no problems with her origins or abilities. … but the sudden appearance of the presence of Master Ardina“ deprived "Sotini of her status. To her, Master Ardina is an abomination that crushed the future of glory. So far, he seems to be a very generous assistant to Ardina, but in his belly, he's always decided to hate Ardina for taking the status of a witch."

All right, Mr. Rayburn put his hand on my shoulder.

"You may be used by Master Sotini. That's all you should keep in mind."

Speaking of which, after all, I couldn't return a word.

Mr. Sotini was really supposed to be my successor's witch?

Could Mr. Sotini hate Master Ardina in his heart?

No way, that's not possible.

With all that in mind, I had a glaring picture of what had happened.