The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

It's been a long time since I've been back to the diner.

I was alone, royal in front of the building, immersed in twitching and joy.

On a slightly thin dirty wall, an old sign.

On the door, which is getting a little worse, is a "getting ready" bill.

"You're not going in? Harka."

From behind my oblique back, Mr. Ars calls out as if he was frightened.

I want to be a little more immersed in this joy, but I don't want you to water me.

And that's when.

"Oh, it's not Hulka. Long time no see."

There was a young woman's voice on my back staring at Mr. Ars.

Looking back, oh, my God, it was Miss Nostalgia Midi who spoke to me.

She is a herbalist's daughter, and she is the first friend I could ever have had, who wanted to know a girl, when I was back in this world and not long ago. Yes, she even took me to a dance party hosted by the city's youngsters.

"Mr. Midi! Wow, it's been a really long time!

"He hasn't looked at our herbalist much lately, but what happened?

On the contrary, I've been away for a long time lately, even this fixer, but, well, I wouldn't have to bother to tell you what's going on around there.

I miss this Mr. Midi's dry feel.

"This kid, my friend?

When Mr. Ars next door asked me that, the color of Mr. Midi's eyes changed at once.

"Well! Well!

"Oh no, Halka!

And I wonder what the hell happened, Mr. Midi grabbed my arm and took a distance from Mr. Ars at once.

Mr. Ars said on his head, "? flying," watching us from where we left off like that. I don't know why, either.

"I'm surprised! Not him now!?

An example of him? Without further explanation, Mr. Midi slapped him on the shoulder with a bash.

"Look, it's him I met at a dance party before!

Oh, with that said, Mr. Ars was at that party, too. Since that time, Mr. Ars had been watching me on Master Frahamti's orders, but Mr. Midi, who had no reason to know that, recalled that I and Mr. Ars were happy to have had a good atmosphere.

"Congratulations, Halka! Anyway, if that's the case, you have to report me."

"No, you know, because it's not what Mr. Midi thinks it is, right? First of all, he's a hell of a man."

"Where? It doesn't look refreshing and nice."

"No, first of all, he was fake."

"Well, I didn't work for the Royal Palace!

"I keep an eye on people before I know them."

"Shit, maybe it's a stick-up we're talking about!

"At the end of the sentence, you try to force me to take you away"

"Ha ha, so what happened!?

"Someone else helped me escape."

That scares me a little. Hey, Mr. Midi shook himself up.

"But doesn't that mean you're thinking of Hulka all the way?

Oh, my God! I don't know the facts, but what about the idea? I mean, if you have love, you don't mind stalking, if you're Mr. Midi, you were the bearer of that idea?

"Hey, hey, Halka. Haven't we talked enough?

That's Mr. Ars with high stalking skills. It also seems to be a hell of an ear.

Midi grabbed his fist and showed it to Mr. Ars, who had joined us when he told him to do it.

"You, pay attention to the extent. But I'm here for you."

"? Thanks"

"Don't thank me, Mr. Ars, even though you don't understand!

"Well, anyway, I'm sorry to keep you in a stand-up for too long. Please stop by my house again next time. Looks like each of the kids I went to the dance party with made progress. We haven't been together in a long time and we'll talk together."

Mr. Midi lovingly dropped one wink and left.

"That kid, he's an herbalist kid, isn't he? I knew the other side, but I'm a little surprised you knew me."

Mr. Ars, who looked clandestinely wary. You can't fool around with the one called Women's Power. A little, no, it means a lot different.

Fair enough.

Anyway, now...

I'm home, to this fixer!

"Hello -..."

Me and Mr. Ars went around to the rescue, unlocked and slowly opened the door.

Somehow, I say hello in a whisper. From the deserted hallway, naturally, I don't hear a reply.

The sun shines through the window at the penetration of the hallway.

A slightly dusty smell got my nose, but not like that from the Magic Institute. Anyway, it's all warm.

From the hallway to the store, the smell of sweetness and sourness aroused my appetite.

I'm guessing your husbands are making supplies for evening sales.

"Um, I'm home now"

When I showed my face to the kitchen, there was an indication, a husband stirring a large pot, and a stranger mincing a large amount of vegetables.

"Your husband, my lord..."

The two of them looked at my face and solidified with a stunned look.

"Ha, Hal...?

Long time no see, sir.

When I said that and laughed and showed it to him, your husband and your father rushed over here with the momentum to throw the balls and knives they each had in their hands. No, the balls. Anyway, treat the knife carefully, ma'am.

"Hal! It's really you!

"Long time no see! How are you doing?

"Yes, yes. It's been a really long time!

Your mother hugged me with all her breadth.

Your husband, too, has tried to envelop me and Oddie like that, and he's nodded, yeah, many times.

"What about you? I didn't hear you didn't come home this long!

"Sorry, ma'am"

"No, no, that's okay. That's okay. This is how I could see you healthy again, that's all I need. Welcome home, Harka."

- Warm.

I've always wanted to come home, to this place.

I didn't even feel like wiping the tears out of me at some point.

Because I was so happy with your husbands "welcome home" words. Stinging in my chest, speechless.

"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you. Is that the royal palace?

While your husband was wiping my tears with his big fingertips, your husband turned to Mr. Ars and was speaking to him. I totally forgot about Mr. Ars' existence, but speaking of which, he came with me.

"Yes, as I said, I am the one from the Royal Palace who sent you with Mr. Hulka. I'm sorry I arrived a little earlier than I was going to tell you."

"No, this is the one. Excuse me for keeping the entrance to the table closed. Now, please come to the guest room."

"But aren't we in the middle of a planting?

"Oh, please don't worry about that. Actually, it's almost over. Until Harka arrived, it just depended on how restless she was waiting and trying to distract herself by doing her usual work...... embarrassing"

"Come on, Hal, you can wait a little longer with your brother there, too. We'll get rid of it soon, too. Besides, it's time for Senna to come."

"Mr. Senna!

I can also meet Senna, who worked with me at this diner.

I skipped the momentum and headed to the guest room as I was told. Mr. Ars, who follows him, no longer laughs bitterly as he passes through his grudges.

"You're so happy, Harka."

"Bye. This is my second home."

"Ho hmm? Hometown or something like that?

"Yeah, well, yeah"

Don't do it, Mr. Ars. He has also begun to adapt to interworldly languages that occasionally deliberately pinch into conversation.

"Well, I guess so. You have a completely different expression than when you're in the royal palace."

"I guess so."

"It's very lively. Because this fixer looks like his own hometown?

"Yeah, I'm not. Not at all. No other place in my life has ever been so warm"

"... you're living a pretty spectacular life"

"It's not spectacular at all. It was normal."

"Normal, huh?"

Mr. Ars smiled a little bitterly again.

Then shortly afterwards, Senna showed her face to the store as well.

Senna cheered when she looked at me and was happy to see me again as she took both hands and jumped. How dare you come back with a man! I politely deny it there because what a tremendously unintentional evaluation it has popped up to be.

You couldn't tell me more about what happened while you were away, but on the contrary, your husband, your grandfather and Sena told me a lot about recent developments, so time passed quickly.

It's time for the middle break and the time to open the store is approaching.

Initially, it was supposed to be the flow of me staying free today and putting my face on the fixer again to help, but I still kind of wanted to leave.

With Mr. Ars's permission, I was also supposed to be able to show my face for tonight's sales.

Even that night, it was as prosperous as before.

Tables lined up tightly under bright lighting are full as soon as possible. The majority of the seats are occupied by the good Ojisans of Gatai, so the store feels increasingly narrow. Everytime I came and went sewing between them, everyone's laughing and talking flew back and forth from left to right.

It's kind of fun to even be skipped the field by familiar customers saying, "Where have you been hiding?" Yeah, I think I might have come to understand a little bit how Senna likes her gymnastics system. That Senna is also at work tonight, so even when she's full, she can afford to serve customers.

"What do you think? Long time no see."

Senna asks me between customer service.

"Yes, it kind of calms me down when I'm here after all"

"Then you shouldn't be a kid here anymore."

"haha"

"Am I serious?

Mr. Senna cleverly followed me with her elbow, even as she put a loaded tray of empty plates on both hands.

"I saw your husbands here, and I realized it, too. It doesn't matter who you are or what your blood is, people can be a family."

"Right."

I nodded deeply.

I wholeheartedly agree. Even if we stay away for a long time, if we see each other, we can break it down in an instant and feel safe. Family must be something like that.

"Uh, but can Hulka have another family now?"

Senna's gaze turns to Chirali and Ars.

Mr. Ars is killing my time by eating dinner here while I'm at customer service. At first he looked like he was drinking lightly by himself at the table in the corner, but he's quickly feeding off the cheerful Odishans.

"No, so it's really not, Mr. Ars."

"Really? But didn't you have a lot of colors while you weren't here?

With that said and teared up, Senna keeps bringing the dish to the table as she moves around in a whirling cleverness without stopping her legs.

"If that's the kind of person you've got, tell me."

"If I could... I would"

So, uh, I remember something.

"What about Senna like that? Did you find someone nice?

"I'm not?"

I know that Senna's preference is for the fleshy man of Mukimchigotsu, but I also know that Corey, a young magician located the opposite of that, may secretly have feelings for her. Though I felt like nothing had progressed when I met Mr. Corey at the lab during this time.

"... me, I like strong men."

"Ha."

"Strong means you can't snap. I have guts and a strong core.... I thought that kind of spirit is what resides in a forged flesh."

"Yes."

"... maybe that's not necessarily true."

"What?"

I wonder what that means.

Mr. Senna, is that a change of purpose?

"Well, nothing, me too! I'll report it if it does!

This story ends here, but as I said, Senna pulled into the kitchen. I'm me, I'm being called to the other guest, and I can't go after Mr. Senna. I'm very concerned, but... I'm sure when the time comes, we can talk to each other, too.

After that, time passed in a hurry and finally worked through to closing time.

It's been a long time since I've labored and I'm totally hectic, but I'm very comfortably tired.

In the shop where the guests drew, I sat down on the chair and looked up at the ceiling, and took a sigh of relief, and your husband prepared a warm evening meal for me.

"Hal, you can't just stay here like this."

"Thank you. But..., sorry"

Drinking soup, I drip a little.

It's the mountains that I want to do that, but I can't like it very much because I have a place for me right now with the dedication of all sorts of people.

"You don't bother Halka. He said he'd come through here again, so there'd be plenty of opportunities to meet him."

"I know."

When your husband sat down, he stuck his mouth out and showed his obstinate appearance.

"Halka, you work in a cafeteria for soldiers in the royal palace, right? I keep delivering lunches, so I'm gonna show you my face."

Senna, who was also eating a night meal across from me, raises her voice as I recall.

"I'm in your neighborhood, so I can see you anytime. Hey, Halka."

I can see you anytime.

To the words, I laughed and nodded.