Chapter 164: 164 Episode 143: Memory of Coffee

"Well! The beauty of Mr. Neferry at that time... oh, my heart flutters now."It was as splendid as a swan to hop up and down into the sky with his smooth hands spread out."

"That's a pity, it's a chicken,"

Even though the last order has already passed, Percy in the 40th district is still having a silly chat at the Yodamari-tei.

A few days after Estella explained about the street gate.

Today was a moderately crowded, moderately empty day from the morning... or rather, it was a slightly tiring day, with a constant stream of customers wondering whether to work hard or rest.

If you're coming, you'd better give up.

The hospitality industry can be easier to run around than waiting.

However, being as free as it is today and still having a lot of customers makes me feel a little tired both mentally and physically.

And the last thing to do in the day is this stupid raccoon.

"Hurry up and go home. We'll run out of course.

Even after the competition, regular carriage services continue to run, as the exchange between the 42 wards continues to flourish, including the construction of the gates of the 42 wards.

"Oh, this is the time... the last train is gone, will you let me stay?"

"What kind of carnivorous girl are you?"

Also, "Forced Translation Magic"...Because it's a "carriage." It's not the "last train," right? You don't have to worry about it in a weird way.

"Oh! I was here after all."

A girl comes to Yodamari-tei late at night, just before closing. a solid girl with raccoon ears on her head It's Percy's sister, Molly.

"Tomorrow is the day for the mass shipment of sugar, brother. It's early in the morning, so come home early."

"Oh! Oh, my gosh, Mori! Just today.

"So... I have a big deal with a peddler's guild from tomorrow morning." You've got to go home to-day, haven't you?"

"You've got Molly, haven't you? I'm better at negotiating than I am. Molly is cute, so why don't you buy me a peddler's guild, Ossan, too? Haha.........I won't let you look at Molly that way!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiro," He's a noisy brother."

"No, Molly is not to blame. You should be punished."

Well, after the middle of the month, I was told that there would be a lot of big deals, Assund.

If that's the case, the representative must leave. Let's go home.

"I feel like staying at Yodamari-tei today!"

"I'm in the mood to ask you to leave me right now,"

"Again! You're just kidding me!"

"My brother, Jiro's eyes aren't laughing at all. Be aware. You'll be able to read the atmosphere."

Molly gazes at her brother as if she were looking at poor filth. What a poor girl she is! My family is not to be chosen.

"Anyway! If I stay, I'll stay! If you disagree, I'll quit the factory!"

Come to think of it, I think it's a step on my sister's back... Percy is ready to fight back and forth, arm in arm.

though…

"...then you're no longer a child of ours.

In a very cold voice, Molly turned her heels and walked towards the exit.

"Hey!? Hey! Hey! Just kidding! Molly!"

"Can you stop touching me? I'll call a vigilante."

"Why are you doing such a thing?"

"Yes. I'm a stranger."

"It's your brother!"

"Yes, not so long ago."

"A Forever Brother!"

Oh, that translation, is that OK with "Forced Translation Magic"?

I can smell something like, "I'm already Percy, so I'll just do this, it's too much of a mend."

"Uh... my dear... my sister is harsh on you..."

"Be thankful that you are so playful and not disgusted, my prodigal brother,"

Serious crying Percy, who was ignored by Molly for a moment, seems to have decided to leave quietly.

"Well, I'll be back again."

"Oh, come home earlier this time."

"See you later!"

"Hey,"

"See you again!"

"Why did you change the ending?"

"See you again,"

"It's so nice."

"Also, again, again.

`What is "nu!"'

"Mmmm!"

Stunning truth! Was Percy actually a cow?

"Why, Woosey?"

"Percy! What's this line, sweetie! Why don't you say hello!"

That's what I'm talking about again...

"Mr. Percy,"

I was wondering what to say when Jeanette approached me at a quiet pace.

"I'll be waiting for you again with the 'employees'.""... Ah, yes,"

"Here, brother," Don't bother me too much. You're telling me to learn to read the atmosphere, and I'm not going to let you breathe oxygen."

"Scared! Scared, Molly!? Why do you have that authority!"

"Sorry, Mr. Manager, Mr. Jiro. He's a stupid brother."

"No, Molly is not to blame. You should be punished."

"I think that's one of Mr. Percy's charms."

"Oh, don't praise me too much. I'll get carried away. Well, I'll excuse myself.

Molly grabs Percy by the collar and drags him hard.

"Now, my brother is waiting for me at the company. So I'm convinced."

"No, but..."

"You'll be able to read, brother," The chickens will hate you."

`I can read, I can read, I said.

"Oh, yes, yes. That's great!"

That kind of conversation is moving away.

Molly, you've grown strong... Well, it's hard to have an older brother who plays around for about 20 days a month.

So you don't really like the nefarious that causes it. It's not Neferry that's to blame.

"I hope it'll fit in well."

"Percy and Neferry? What do you think?

You may have little hope. Neferry, I don't think he likes animals. After all, there is a problem of succession to each other's family business...

"No... well, that's not the case, but... a lot of things."

"A lot of things?"

"Yes,"

Jeanette turns around and smiles.

"There are many things."

There's a gentle, gentle smile there, just a little...I felt a prick in my heart ached.

"... Jillo,"

Suddenly, I was approached from behind.

Oh, come to think of it, it's about time Magda fell asleep... and I looked back and saw Magda standing upright in the middle of the floor.

"...Magda has acquired a new secret."

"Secret art? What?"

Do you mean that Akamoya has become even more powerful?

But I don't like it. It's a new secret... I mean, if you teach me that, it's not a secret, is it okay?

"And what's the secret?"

"...actually Magda is... ...already asleep."

"What!"

I looked into Magda's face and said, "That's stupid!"

"...I'm sleeping."

It was already a complete sleeping face.

His nose lanterns are bulging up.

I've never seen a guy standing up and puffing up his nose lantern.

That is proof that Magda is now completely asleep!?

"And, Mr. Jiro... what we were talking about now is..."

"That's... ...probably... ...sleep talk."

"……Yes. Mmmm..."

"Are you awake?"

"...denial,"

"Really..."

"...Really. Mumbling."

Magda's new art of erecting, falling asleep, and even conversing with others.........yes, there's no need.

"Let's go upstairs and sleep..."

"... well... I'll do it..."

Seriously... I felt like I'd grown up a little after the tournament... ...but I'm still young.

"Well... well!"

I hold Magda in my arms.

that?

Isn't he getting a little heavy?

The last time I held him up right after winning the tournament, I was so excited that I didn't notice...

By any means... You grow up so quickly, don't you?

"I think I'm going to be a boy soon."

"My heart is leaking, Mr. Yashiro."

"...hush." The day when I become a boy...

"Mr. Yashiro, I don't know what you mean again."

a ginette for smirking and tsukkomi

Speaking of changes, this guy might have changed, too. How should I say... I think it's calming? The atmosphere is...

"If you put Mr. Magda to bed, please go to bed, Mr. Jiro. I'll lock the door and clean it up."

"No, you're the one to rest. Wasn't it hard work?"

"It's all right,"

"...is that so?"

"Yes,"

Well, I'm a little tired with Percy, too...

"Then don't let me rest first,"

"Yes, good night. Mr. Magda, too."`...mmmm.........mmmm...mmmm...mmmm...mmmm.'

Magda seems to have run out of battery before she can finish.

Are you done with your secret art?

With Magda in my arms, I headed upstairs.

Put Magda to bed, and I'll go to my room early.

I was plain tired and confident that I could sleep right away in bed.

In fact, when you get into bed and close your eyelids, fatigue spreads throughout your body, and fatigue and drowsiness begin to reach the point where you can't reach it until you doze off.

Close your eyelids and count to twenty, and I'll go into a dream."

"...what a troubling fellow!"

There's something wrong with the people around me these days.

Well, maybe it's because I did that at the end of the tournament... ...no, Percy and Mormat had been a little strange even before.

"...I don't think I'm on my face that much..."

It's too much trouble to think with your head, and you can't help but say it.

I don't want anyone to ask me. I felt like it would disappear if I spit it out.

"I......."

I'm a swindler...

"You must have been impressed at Percy's time... by now... by going out of business..."

I've quit being a swindler......

Everyone in the past......forget about it......

Just like this... here...

There's no such thing as …………………… impossible

Let's go to bed now.

I give up my thoughts.

I feel as if my body is sinking away from me.

As the expression 'falls' into sleep, my consciousness is engulfed in deep darkness .........

Then for a few hours...

"d*mn... why can't I sleep?"

I've been having a hard time falling asleep lately.

My body is tired, my consciousness is drowsy, I feel like I can sleep, but... when I try to sleep, unnecessary things run round and round in my brain, and my brain never stops spinning.

And while I was turning over, the alarm bells rang... there were so many days.

I feel like it's going to happen again today.

I'm tired, but I can't sleep.

"d*mn it..."

I sat up and left the room for coffee.

I'm not going to sleep today.

No matter how hard you try after this, you won't be able to sleep.

I wonder what time it is... when I get down into the courtyard thinking...

"What?"

"Oh, good morning," Mr. Jiro,"

"Oh, that's early," Good morning, Mr. Jiro."

There was Jeanette and Assund at the back door.

"...I have to report it to a fictional daughter-in-law who refuses to give up saying that Assunto."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Jiro," I don't have that kind of relationship with Jeanette, and she really does. And if you think it's fictional, you don't need to report it... ...you know, can you stop popping into one line?"

Assunt that politely puts tsukkomi in every blur.

He has been meticulous since early in the morning.

"Isn't this the day of arrival?"

The ingredients of Yodamari-tei are basically purchased at the beginning of the month and at the middle of the month. However, from then on, I will place an order from Ascento to buy additional items depending on the circumstances, but in either case, Genet reports it in advance.

"Mr. Assund will be here tomorrow."

I try to get up early as much as possible on those days.

There are very few days when I get up early just by trying to do so.

But I haven't heard of Assent coming today.

That's why...

"As expected, my brain-in-law..."

"Yasilo, I have a daughter-in-law."

Because you're not going to show us!

"Well, Mr. Jiro. It was my personal order today, and I didn't let you know."

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"Personal?"

...and Jeannette?

"You're trying to keep delicious food to yourself without telling us..."

Oh my gosh. I can't believe Jeanette was such a greedy girl...

"Well... what's wrong with you?"

"What?"

The ginette... the crunchy tsukkomi!?

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't imitate Mr. Assunt."

"Well, how on earth am I looked at?"

Assund shows a complex look.

But rather than that!

"I thought Jeanette only pours into her breasts and pants."

"That's not the case!"

Oh, these things come out easily.

After all, it's not good to aim at tsukkomi. You've got to be natural.

What are you talking about?

"Oh, you know. Actually."

Jeanette tries to change the subject with a touch of panic.

You must be a little embarrassed to be trifled with.

"They brought me coffee beans."

"Coffee beans?"

There are still plenty of coffee beans left in the warehouse.

If I remember correctly, he would have said that he could only buy large quantities because there was little demand. So if you don't use it up every year, you have to ruin it.

Why did you do that at this time?

"Well... today is the anniversary of your grandfather's death."

"Oh..."

Today... What's that?

"So I buy new coffee beans on this day every year, and I decide to drink the first coffee with my grandfather."

I couldn't say anything about Jeanette's fluffy smile because it felt like a face I had never seen before seen.

Is it because it's about a time I don't know?

Naturally, Jeanette has a past before she met me. I remember living in a time I didn't know.It's just the territory of Genet that no one can invade, and it's not a place for me to step in.

I don't.........but...

"If you don't mind," Will you join us in drinking?"

Jeanette thus invites me into the realm.

"It's thanks to Mr. Jiro that we have the Yodamari-tei right now, and I want to introduce it to my grandfather... Oh, no, it doesn't mean that much... if you don't mind."

"... I see. I'll have it."

"Really! Then I'll get it ready right away!"

clasp one's hands and break one's face happily

"Ah, Mr. Assunt," Thank you very much."

"No, thank you very much every time."

Bowing thanks, Jeanette walks into the kitchen with a large bag of coffee beans.

I thought I'd help you that much, but... this act of making coffee seemed to be of great importance to Jeanette, like some inviolable sacred ritual...

"I've never seen you look so happy before."

Assunt sends information that he hasn't heard.

It's a way of saying it.

"I didn't like you until last year,"

"I can't deny that possibility."

He laughs really funny, but he still says this in some kind of way.

"But I think there's a different reason."

"...hmm,"

I'm sure I can do it if I try to understand what you're trying to say, but I'm sorry, I don't want to stay up all night and use my brain now. I'm not going to guess.

"Hmm... you look terrible."

Ascent looks at my profile and says.

"... you're a natural."

"Oh, really? I usually thought you looked a little more handsome, but... maybe you need to change your perception."

"Hmm,"

What's wrong with me? I don't mean anything out of the question.

I can't use my brains to talk to you. Oh, my God. You've got to be lazy.

'Mr. Jeanette is much brighter than last year. Something has changed my mind in the past year, hasn't it? Now, what's that?'

And... 'But why do you look so bad?'

..................noisy!

"Well, then, I'll leave you soon,"

"Beware of unpopular dark roads. Don't let me bite you."

"Well, that's right. I'd like to enjoy a little longer chatting with a close friend I've made recently. I get along with him. I used to be very bad at it, but it's strange."

Smile and push the cart out through the back door.

Just before closing the door, Assund left this remark.

"There's probably nothing in this world that won't change, isn't there?" But... the desire to 'not change' is... I'm sure it won't change. Have a good day."

say what one wants and go home

What's wrong with you?

There's nothing that won't change... I guess so.

But...

"...what's the unchanging fellow?"

For example... here's one.

Lock the backyard door and I enter the kitchen.

The kitchen was full of fragrant coffee beans.

Then I went to the dining room and sat in my chair waiting for coffee.

There's no one on the quiet floor... I think of the sunny place that I don't know.

There was an old man, there was a little Jeanette... and a regular customer at that time was drinking coffee here...

With that in mind, I was giving myself up to a relaxing time.

"Mr. Jiro,"

I wonder how long it's been... apparently I was a little asleep.

Jeanette shook my shoulder and woke me up.

"Are you still sleepy?"

"No, I don't mind. I'm sorry."

"No. I made coffee."

"Oh... I'm sorry,"

Jeanette puts coffee in front of me.

And there's one next to me and one opposite.

"Excuse me,"

Then Jeanette sits down next to me.

The coffee placed across the street seems to be for my grandfather.

"It's kind of close,"

Jeanette shrugs slightly shyly.

I've sat side by side at this table a few times, but when I was across the street, I felt somewhat closer than usual.

I was embarrassed by Jeanette's embarrassed smile, "Hehe." ... d*mn it!

"Can I drink it or say a prayer?"

"What? Here you go. Have a bite. for it will cool down."

"Well... then,"

Somehow, after lifting the cup, he nods to the old man's seat.

"Oh..."

Jeanette whispered faintly.

"What? Did I do anything wrong?"

"No... I thought Mr. Yashiro was a strange person."It's amazing?

The Spiritual Church believes that the soul of the deceased is called to heaven by the guidance of the Spiritual God, and no longer exists in this world. Therefore, when we think of the deceased, we think of the old days in our memory."

There are no photographs in this world. After death, the mind of a close human being is the only place where it can exist.

"So if you're not familiar with it, you don't have to pay as much respect as you do now."

"Who built this Yangdal-tei, right? I'll pay you respect."

All the things that I've experienced since I came to this city... all started with this Yodamari-tei.

I think the founder of this place is a bit of an amazing thing.

"Thank you,"

Turn your body this way and bow politely.

When I looked up, I began to giggle, perhaps embarrassed.

"Mr. Yashiro, you are afraid of ghosts, but you respect the soul of the deceased."

"Noisy,"

He seemed to have been teased, not embarrassed. You bastard!

"Well..."

Jeanette stands up once and puts the chair back in place after turning her body this way. And then I sat down again... ...isn't it closer than before?"

It's a touchy distance. It's still a dark, quiet restaurant, just for the two of us... I'm a little nervous.

"Well... Mr. Jiro,"

Jeanette's voice trembles faintly. I wonder if Jeanette is nervous, too.

"It may be a little longer, but... would you mind listening to your old man?"

Don't look at me, stare at the coffee cup and say such a thing.

It's unusual for him to talk without looking at the other person. Are you nervous after all right.

"Oh, let me hear you,"

It's unusual for Jeanette to talk about her past.

I don't remember that you'd want me to listen to it's a bit hard to remember.

With a look of relief on his face, Jeanette began to speak little by little by little.

"I have been here since I was nine years old."

"The Year of Nine" means the year Jeanette turns nine... that is, eight years old.

"I was only a little boy, and far from being a helper, I was always a drag on the old man's work."

It's hard to imagine now, but... an eight‐year-old child can't help it.

"But my grandfather was always kind and always said things like, 'Just because you're here, the store will be bright.'"

Still, Jeanette probably didn't take it easy and carefully learned the job one by one.

"My regular customers said the same thing... they loved me very much."

I think I can see the scenery...

I guess the shops run by Zizi will attract Zizi and Babaa. Meanwhile, an eight-year-old girl came along, trying her best.

I'm sure they all loved each other.

That's what Jeanette calls the "Yodamari-tei of those days."

"Then I managed to learn my job, and at the age of twelve I was officially welcomed into this house."

I was about eleven years old.

You're one year younger than Magda is now.

"I had so much fun and was so happy."

Jeanette bites her coffee.

Steam rising slowly melts into the air.

"I've always wanted this happiness to continue. -- no, I thought it would go on."

But the breakup comes unexpectedly.

"I have been a child of this family for a year and a little while... that day I went shopping as usual." It was nothing special, nothing special, and it was just an ordinary purchase."

A shadow falls on Jeanette's face.

I cried so hard that I couldn't cry anymore. I could see that haggard expression on my face.

"When I came back from shopping, I found an old man lying down."

Crack... coffee cups make a noise.

"He was throwing up so much blood... ...that I didn't know what to do... ...after all, he couldn't do anything, he wouldn't."

Jeanette's lips... snap together.

......I understand.

How you felt at that time... ...I know.

I took it for granted that I would spend every day without thinking.

Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... I always thought there would be no change.

But it comes suddenly.

How much do you regret the time that you spent idly without thinking. How many of those things I wish I had faced more seriously and told them more clearly.

I understand.

"Oh... whoa!"

I didn't know...

Yes, without thinking...

I was hugging Jeanette.

The chairs were rattling, and my body was bent constantly... and still strong... I couldn't help but hugging them.

"... Mr. Jillo?"

I hear a confused voice in my ear.

The slight trembling breath is warm and tickling.

"Because you... almost cried."

say such an excuse

Then, strain your arms tightly.

"I'm all right, sir.

says Jeanette admonishingly.

But...

"Just a little more... just like this."

Just a little more. Just a little more.

"...yes,"

A quiet whisper pats my ear... softly, Jeanette's hand goes round my back.

Jeanette patted me slowly on the back, as if to comfort my child.

...... Oh, no.

It's not Jeanette who's going to cry......it's me.

Jeanette's story overlapped with her past... ...and I couldn't stand it.

Bite my back teeth, swallow the breath that was about to leak, and hold it back at the last minute.

My breathing is... out of order.

"It's all right..."

I hear a soft voice

"I'm not alone anymore..."

Is it you... or I...

For a while I was holding Jeanette in my arms, unable to say anything.

In the meantime, Jeanette just left me with her body without saying anything.Early in the morning, the Yodamari-tei was very quiet.

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