The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

Jump off the carriage and step on the soil of your birthplace.

No, I'm home. I'm home.

An official who delivered the hot, brave man slammed his tongue blatantly and slammed the carriage door shut.

The horse was surprised, okay, he's a delicate creature.

When the carriage drives away, I feel like I've been freed of something.

Ribo village surrounded by trees amidst snowy mountains.

Everyone will be surprised because they haven't let me know I'm coming home.

Naughty hearts mumble.

"... Oh, that!? Killier!"

My best friend Arka, who was walking with a bunch of firewood, noticed my presence standing at the entrance to the village.

It's a surprise reaction as expected, and it runs this way.

Haha, I'm throwing firewood away.

"You're back? Why!?"

"I'm home. Yo. Out of battle, comfort me."

"Nah I see. If you're out of combat, you can't help it.... to the whole village."

"Wait, Arka, wait, stop. Because I'm embarrassed -!!

Laughing at each other, chasing after the whole village.

It reminds me of the old days.

Arka was the only kid near my age, so this is how you used to play.

Ah, Arka was angry when he was found sprinkled with firewood by the people at home after this.

After hanging out with my best friend, I'm finally going to my house.

I'm a little nervous though.

I came back out of battle, or whatever face I should say.

"Ha, I'm home..."

Don't hesitate to open the door and glance around in awe.

My mother and I were in the process of washing dishes, and I had a perfect eye.

"Ki, Kirier......?

"Yes, it's Killier...... I'm ashamed to come home --"

Without being able to say it to the end, I was hugged hard and hard by my mother, who came running over.

My mother raised me and my sister with one female hand since my father died seven years ago.

The gentle smell and warmth make me almost cry.

"I thought I'd never see you again... You've come home so well, Killier..."

"Hey, Mom, don't cry. You're gonna cry to me."

I managed, it was critical.

'Cause my sister's watching, too, and you can't show pity as a sister.

"Sister, is it real...?

"It's real. Claire's sister."

"Sister...... It's your sister! Ouch!!

Only your sister has said that already, my sister.

Following my mother, Claire hugs me too.

That's right, you're determined to accept it.

It's my family, it's one of my precious ones.

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That night's dinner was my favorite fried snow rabbit.

The flavor I love, the flavor of our fudge.

"Mother's food, it's still delicious!

Rock salty, dull colored meat.

If you chew, the gravy will stain and taste better than the dishes in the castle.

Oh, thank you.

"Claire likes this meat too!

I thought you'd never come back, thanks for the family reunion.

I stained myself again.

They accepted me without laughing, even though they knew my powers were too shoddy to kick out the castle.

I may travel somewhere with someone one day, but this is where I am now.

It's dark outside after a long night.

Only the lights on the unreliable lamps in the house depend.

Inside the royal castle it was bright all day, but I knew this one would be more calm.

Nevertheless, the air is cold on winter nights.

"Mom, I'll help you get paid tomorrow. And shipping logs."

"Oh? What mood changes?

"Already! I said I'd help, but don't be motivated..."

"Hehe, I'm kidding. Thank you."

With rough hands, I can stroke my head.

It feels good to be back in some kid.

Thanks for bringing me up so far.

From now on, I will help you with chores and work.

...... that's a little embarrassing, well, tomorrow's fine, right?

You can always say that.

"Sister, are you going to bed now? Claire's sleeping with me!

"Together, my bed is small, right? Claire, you're grown up, and you can't sleep in a cucumber, can you?

"Buh. Then we'll talk until you're sleepy, okay?

"Yeah, well, that's fine."

"Yay! Bye, bye, let's go!

Even if you say you're ten years old, you're still a kid.

I wonder if it's an assortment I want to sweeten.

Pull my hand around and try to take me to the bedroom.

"If you understand, don't pull it. Good night, Mom. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, good night."

I closed the bedroom door with my mildly smiling mother and again tomorrow, saying so.

"So, Claire, what are you talking about?

"You know, uh, talk about the castle!

"Yes, I don't remember you well..."

Sit back in bed and I'll teach you how luxurious the castle is and what to eat.

Scrape off any unwanted parts.

In the meantime, Claire snuck her head up and down and began to rip the boat.

"Sleepy?"

"Not yet, leave it..."

"You're sleepy, see you tomorrow. Right?"

"Hey, more with your sister...... Munya......"

"... I fell asleep"

Finally leaning on me, completely in my dreams.

It's heavy, even though I feel so tiny until a while ago.

Just like me, gently stroke my brown hair and hold it.

To deliver to Claire's bed.

This kid's room and mine are easy to get to and from because they are connected by one door.

Let him sleep on the bed, put on a futon.

"That's it!... What's this?"

On the table were hair decorations in the shape of white wings.

A little shapely, but seems to work properly.

And there's a letter under the hair decoration.

"Congratulations, Odamji" was written in a letter that I could manage to read.

"... Nah, I see. Gifts for me, I gave them to you."

Because I was taken to the castle.

For my birthday, you made it for me.

"Thanks, I'll take care of it"

In front of the mirror, try to fasten your left forehead.

Brown, undecorated, shoulder-stretched hair with a good accent, I guess.

On the cheek of my dear sister, who sleeps, a mouthful of gratitude.

I'll thank you properly when it's tomorrow.

"Good night, Claire"

Leaving behind, I left my sister's room behind.

Keep your hair fastened, go into bed and lie down.

It's a little stiff and comfortable there, but it's much calmer than the bed in the castle......

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What time is it?

From the outside, there are signs of someone running around.

I feel like there's someone in the house.

Open your eyes in the dark room.

What I saw in my sight was a strange man pointing a double-edged sword cut at me.

"... Huh!?

I didn't even scream.

He jumps in the opposite direction to the pillow, grabbing the futon he was wearing.

Where I was, around where my heart was, my sword was protruded.

Definitely, he's trying to kill me.

I don't even have time to think about it.

Cover the futon in your hand from your head and take away your sight.

You panicked at the unexpected counterattack, while the man stood back, I took the sword away.

How could I do this to an amateur me, the idiotic power of a fire place?

Anyway, selfless obsession.

Grab the sword you took and stick it in the man's belly.

"Ahhh!!?

Tear the meat, unpleasant response.

Pull out the sword and pierce it again.

Stab, stab, stab.

The man broke his knee and collapsed.

I started cramping (convulsions), but he could still be alive.

Keep poking until Pickle stops moving, too.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

When I noticed, my arms were stained bright red with returning blood.

I killed people for the first time.

But not now.

How could this happen, who is this man, a burglar or something?

Peel off the futon and check his appearance.

At first glance, it's a light piece of equipment from the bandits themselves.

"Ha, ha... Oh, yes, Mother, is Claire...? Safe, right...?

Yes, the family.

I'm sure he's safe.

This man must have been the first to come into my room.

I must have misremembered that when I took my sword away, I was already covered in blood.

"Safe...... That's it, you're safe, you're safe..."

With trembling hands, twist the door knob.

Open the door leading to Claire's room.

"... ah. Oh, oh, oh, oh."

A pitiful voice came out of my mouth on its own like I'd never even heard it.

Between the living room and Claire's room, she must have been stabbed right after she opened the door.

My mother was dead.

And on the bed.

"Uh-oh, why, uh-oh..."

My sister, with her eyes open, can't even move with Pickle.

The futon, my little body, is stained bright red.

I can't believe you said it tomorrow, why didn't you say it today?

I can't believe I'm never coming to you two again tomorrow.