Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

The kitchen at noon was filled with sweet and sour smells.

Mountains and piles on the table were the stingy bright red apples.

Earlier this morning, it was given to me by an acquaintance calling it hemming.

"It's time to go out."

Lifting one cobbly fruit, Euril squeaked without telling anyone as she narrowed her grey eyes.

This summer apple, which can be picked in early summer, is a popular product that sells out as soon as it is arranged in the morning market.

Every year indispensably lined up early in the morning to buy this was the beginning of Euril's summer.

This year, however, unfortunately, I didn't have time, and I was getting tired of buying it.

So I really appreciate this plug in.

Looking at the red fruit placed in the palm of his hand, the edge of Yuryl's lips lifts up to shape a grin.

This little apple is quite sour, contrary to its sweet appearance.

Sora and Moo, who probably wore them unknowingly, must close their eyes and blur their mouths.

With such occasions in mind, Yuryl began to peel as she wrapped her skin around it when she hit the knife.

It just so happens that the apples go round naked.

When the core is removed and cut into rectangular pieces, add a hint of water to the pan and place it on the top of the scallop.

All you have to do is simmer with the guts for a while.

When it's soaking up, loosen the fire and plenty of sugar.

To further scratch, now add the skin that had been peeled.

The apple, which happened to be clear, stained a pale red color.

This moment, Euril liked it more than anything.

Remove the skin where it is more colored, and spoon the fruit behind the skin because it is a waste of discarding it.

Simmer again gently, then transfer to a bottle left on hot water.

Now the apple jam is done.

Euril nodded contentedly at the beautiful brilliance of the light red colour emitted by the bottles placed upside down at the window.

And now, take out the pie dough that was put to sleep.

Today's tea party was to be entertained with pies full of apple jam.

Thor, who is usually indifferent to food, rarely eats loose mouth.

Imagining the moment, Euril shrugged small again.

"This jam is going to be ready this year."

The courtyard.

Thor, sitting in his chair, looked up at the blurry, flowing clouds.

Its body is wrapped with a large white cloth, and from its ears it sounds shaky and creepy.

When I accidentally thought the sound had stopped, a voice containing tea glare shook from overhead.

"What do you think? Customers."

Thor looks at his face in the hand mirror he is offered, chilling at his lack of interest.

It's an irreplaceable middle-aged man.

"Oh, isn't that good?"

"Really? Aren't you very cool here or something? If you're in the mood."

Sora stuck from behind with the scissors in her hand makes me try to point my finger at Tor's Momochi in the mirror.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm more of a man now"

"No, it's your fault"

Thor quietly denies the girl's words as she comfortably feels the feel of Sora's hand gently paying off her hair.

I can't do anything about it because I just fixed my hair a little bit.

"But you're good at it for the first time. Thank you, thank you."

I usually ask Yuryl for a haircut, but this time, Sola raised her hand that she would love to do it.

Honestly, I was anxious, but when I opened the lid, the finish was not so bad.

To Thor's words of gratitude, Sora laughed happily as she scissored.

"No, you're welcome. It's perfect for practicing cutting hair because even if you fail, you can go back."

"Then why don't you do it again?"

"Yeah, let it go."

Nothing. I don't waste my money going to the barbershop.

Besides, many barbers would want Tor to use the store for free.

That's a little bit of a hijacking.

Wherever you walk through the city, your eyes filled with anticipation will pierce you relentlessly.

Until about six months ago, he said he had only two choices: ignore or scorn.

I'm not dissatisfied with that.

If things are done, the evaluation will change. It's obvious.

Instead, it is more surprising to have someone who has helped me all the time without abandoning myself for having so little praiseworthy part of my old days.

The man, who began to be called a hero, rose out of his chair with a refreshing face, thinking of the face of the master of the armor store and the receptionist at the Adventurers Bureau.

Thor's interest in doing new things while he wants to reward them.

And it was headed for the next view that would be visible from there.

"What do you think?"

"That's the fifth time I've heard that. Lamb."

"Fine, what do you say?

"Yes, yes, you look great."

Road near the inner moat.

Two women hanging rigid adventurer bills from their necks, walking side by side amicably.

One is Kugase in a brown, plain service temple cleric clothing.

The other is Rammella, wearing a white twig wide hat and dressed in a simple piece of dust.

At first glance, it looks like a decorative Ethereal Scale girl outfit, but it's quite adorable when you look closely at the elaborate embroidery on one of the skirts.

He said it's a coordination he picked out after a whole day of worrying about not being overly conceited and not even wild.

Kugase returns his words as if he were stunned by a friend who persistently asks his impression, but it was his undisputed heart.

She looks great and is a wonderful beautiful girl.

The fact is, even if it suits you too well to provide for you all over the city, it's so much so that a man can't be discouraged and spoken to.

And at the same time, the squeaky and tea horn girl thinks.

That it doesn't look good on me at all.

Kugase, who boasted roughly the same back length as Thor, assumed that she didn't look good in feminine clothing.

He said he wanted a skirt or something.

Though the person's consciousness is thinnest, the great proposition that tightens where he leaves and pulls in can be as appealing as the girl next door.

"Steady, too temperamental, Ram."

"Oh, is that so?

Just go to Thor's boarding house for a cup of tea, which seems to be a strain.

But Kugase thinks it's a cute place for this friend, too.

Looking at the side of the maiden that sparkles her eyes, she thinks it's not bad to be in a pattern or in love.

At the same time, however, I knew that it was very difficult for the thought to come true.

Kugase tries to subtly convey certain facts he is aware of except Rammella.

"Speaking of which, that necklace is perfect, too, Ram"

Praising the silver choker in a soft hue that lifted the blue scales around his neck, Lambmerla quickly and happily broke up with him.

"Really? That's Mr. Thor's introduction. I finally asked you to do a great job."

Kugase moves to where he wants to take the story, nodding inside that the induction went well.

"Your old man's armor was cool, too"

"Yes! You looked so good in the wrong way with Master Raffarit, the god of fire."

"That's a little too much to say. And Yuryl's and Chibisque's were good too. And Sola's..."

So Kugase stopped talking.

No, you're right that I had to stop it.

The look on Rammella's face had changed.

Light is lost from its blue ocean-like eyes, and vain eyes are directed towards Kugase at some point.

To the girl who lost her words like a horrible change of friend, Lambmerla slipped her little neck back to her original face in an instant.

"What was that about?

"............ hey, it's nothing"

Kugase carefully returns his words as he swallows his saliva.

There was a cold sweat dripping down his back.

Rammella, whose atmosphere until just now could disappear like a lie, makes her voice sound fun and hasty.

"Yes, then shall we go quickly? You'll be rude if you're late. And my outfit, isn't it weird?

"Yeah, it's not weird at all."

Kugase muttered bossly as he followed his friend, who was a little upbeat.

"Well, I knew it was too early for me to fall in love."