Chapter 169: 169 Episode 148: Everyday Life That Doesn't Change

"It's peaceful today, too,"

"Well,"

early in the morning

pull a big cart to church as usual

Loretta, who has been very energetic since early in the morning, and Magda, who is as calm as ever.

Jeanette hits back at my muttering words as I walk along the same road.

It's peaceful

There's nothing.

There are no four seasons... No, they come and go wildly... the weather is relatively stable throughout the year, so the scenery in the morning and evening doesn't look very different.

There are very few events that make you feel the flow of time, such as, 'It's the same time zone, but it's getting brighter these days...'

That's why I think.

peacefully

Six days had already passed since the party at the Woodman's Guild.

For the last six days, time has just passed, nothing has happened, nothing has happened... I have been in a bit of a little bit.

Nothing will happen.

It won't happen...nothing.

Well, if there's any trouble, why am I here? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"Mr. Jiro,"

be recalled by Jeanette's

"You've gone too far,"

I found myself at church.

I almost passed by while I was dazed.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Huh. Do you still feel sleepy?"

A soft smile is staring at me.

"Well, yes,"

Maybe I'm half asleep.

I can only think that something is wrong.

I wish I could have some trouble... I'm thinking too much.

"Big brother! Peel potatoes with me! It's a race to see which is faster!"

"Hmm... I'm not going to do that."

"You're scared of losing, aren't you?"

"No, you're just average. I'm super good. It's kind of... even if we compete, it's a landslide victory and it's empty..."

"No, that's not the case! If you go that far, it's fair and fair, you put on five handicaps! Of course, I'll get five more!"

I don't know what's fair and square about getting a handicap.

"Well, then, carry the ingredients to the kitchen."

"Wow! I'm going on.

With his hands up, Loretta walks into the kitchen.

...no, ingredients!

"Oh, he's..."

"It sounds fun, Mr. Loretta,"

"Yes,"

Recently, Loretta had been accompanying her to church donations.

He used to follow the depressed Jeanette when Yodamari-tei was under harassment and malice, but after that disappeared he suddenly stopped coming... but after the big eatery he rejoined.

He may be feeling something in his own way.

The energy that I had just had seemed to be pushing myself too hard...

"I'll give you a little bit of bully." I'll peel you out and win."

"Please moderate it,"

Jeanette laughs softly, holding a crate full of vegetables.

She looked a little like Bertina.

"...and her breasts outperformed Bertina,"

"Magda... will you read my mind and stop adding monologues of your own accord?"

"...why?"

"'Why!'

I don't think you'd question that!?

Can't you think of any other reason than 'I don't like it!'?

"Brother! Come here soon!"

Loretta waves from inside the church to me, who is still in the garden.

No, no. You know what's going on, right?

"Take your vegetables!"

"...why?"

"Loretta, you too!"

I have a lot of trouble when I have people around me who can't get my way. I understood a little about Julius Caesar.

"Mr. Jiro,"

I entered the church complaining about Loretta, who didn't help me, and found Bertina at the door to pick me up.

"Thank you always".

"Tell Jeanette," I'm just an escort."

"Ugh... as usual,"

I don't know what it is as always, but I guess they're teasing me.

When she frowned, Bertina giggled.

As a trial, I'll show you the hilarious face that I've never missed in my life. and????

"Hoot!"

That bertina burst out.

He's rolling with laughter.

Oh... It's kind of fresh.

"Are you all right, Bertina?"

he said, rubbing her back with a gentlemanly voice.

But his face was still strange.

"...yes. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm

As soon as she looked back, the funny face that was right there burst out into laughter. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Well... don't do that anymore... ...laughing... ...laughing...laughing...laughing!"

"Si, Sister!? What happened to you, Yashiro?"

A ginette comes out of the kitchen. You won't be able to see my face at that angle, so I'll slowly turn around and show it to Jeanette."Nothing, nothing ☆"

"Huh!"

With a strange face and a very refreshing voice, Jeanette spouts a strange sound and turns back in a hurry. His shoulders trembled and he seemed to be holding back his laughter.

Well, you can still do it, my strongest staring contest. What a pestle you've had in the past!

"Well... well, Mr. Yashiro... no... prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank, prank among children..."

"Well, that's a problem," It's very troubling, especially when you're eating. Let's not do that, Mr. Jiro . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Now, just looking at Mr. Yashiro... it's so interesting... ...hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe."

She is stung by Jeanette and nailed by Bertina nailed me.

Are you not allowed to make funny faces for the time being? Hey!

"Sister, are you all right?"

"Yes, yes... ...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh."

Jeanette is rubbing Bertina's back and taking care of her.

Apparently, I'd better get away with it.

"Then don't peel the potatoes,"

"Yes, please."

Leaving Bertina and Jeanette behind, we entered the kitchen... Loretta was waiting in a dungeon lath bossy mood.

"Well, you've come! Now, you can see my strength!"

said Loretta, but...

The result is a landslide victory for me.

Loretta's peeling was, well, as most people had expected... normal.

I enjoyed the potato I used in the game by slicing it thinly after eating.

The crispy texture was funny for Bertina and the kids, and the potatoes that had been peeled off in large quantities were quickly eaten up.

"What do you mean... just slice it thin and fry it... I can't believe I've overlooked such a simple cooking method."

Jeanette was in some great shock.

I'm sure you'll think this is... complimented.

"I'd like to serve these potato chips at Yodamari-tei, too." The root vegetables will be delicious in the coming season, so definitely!"

"Oh, wow, but I think cooking is more of an old man's thing."

I wonder if there is a time when root vegetables are delicious... in the same climate all year round.

"It's not sliced, it's sliced, it's fried potatoes, it's delicious, too. I hope you'll try it next time."

"Yes, then tell me next time."

"Well, it's not worth teaching you,"

"No, but..."

For a moment????

"It's fun to learn a lot of new things when I'm with Yashiro."

I felt something distorted about the smile, which had been turned instead of the words I had just said.

I'm afraid I'll stand on thin ice.

As expected... You're paying attention.

"Mr. Jiro,"

I was about to clean up after dinner when Bertina came to me.

with a gentle smile????

"I have something to tell you,"

--call me in an irresistible, quiet voice.

"...I understand,"

Leaving the cleaning up to the Jeanettes, I head to the chapel with Bertina.

It's a confession brought in several times in the past.

This space, divided into smaller parts, becomes a completely closed room when the door is closed.

I'm sure you'll be able to talk about anything.

"Mr. Jiro,"

be called by name

That alone makes me feel as if I were being peeped into my heart.

My clear, clear eyes are staring at me.

"...isn't it about time?"

It's about time...

It goes without saying what the word means.

Bertina probably knows everything. "I don't know what ""what"" is ""to what extent,"" but maybe I've seen everything in my life and identity since I first met him." It made me think so.

But...

I wonder if I've had enough time to call it "about time."

"Still to go," "Zenzen," and so on... I think those words fit me better if anything like that.

Bertina's arm is gently stretched out. A thin white finger touches my cheek.

"As one of the people I've seen you over the years since I met you, I say."

There was something pressing in my eyes... but warm, like a wish.

I'm sure no one can look away from these eyes.

"Mr. Jiro????????"

Take your hand off my cheek and join hands in front of your own chest.

With prayerful gestures, begging eyes, forgiving voices... says Bertina.

"Isn't it OK for you to live for your own happiness?"

for my own sake, for my own sake, for my happiness."

Quietly bowing, Bertina leaves the confession room.

without hearing my answer

I suppose you're telling me to think a little.

When I leaned against the wall and looked up -- the emblem of the Spirit Church hung on the wall looked down upon me.

I get the illusion that the spirit god is looking down at me.

I won't confess.

Whatever you say, I'm a swindler... ...what I've done...the past won't disappear.

"...I can't be the only one to be forgiven."

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I glared at the coat of arms of the Spirit Church, but in a few seconds I looked away.

To be honest...It would have been much better if they shouted out loud, "How long have you been wriggling, stupid!"

After all, Bertina is a strict sister.

...I feel like I've been confronted with the idea that only I can give an answer.

I was confined to the confession room for ten minutes.

But I'm not very bright, and I can't put my thoughts together...

In the end, I left the confession room... and went back to the Yodamari-tei.

Today, as usual, lunchtime is as busy as a cat wants to help, then another peak comes at tea time, and after that I feel a little better.

This was a time when old women, Zelmar's jizi, and former regulars gathered together, and although not busy, they were never free.

In the evening, the stall units of the second and seventh stores come back with "sold out!" and "Oh my God!" and laugh at Jeanette's compliment. This is also a matter of course.

These days, Magda and Loretta seem to be doing well by themselves, even if they don't go to help. I've learned my calculations and my customer service skills have improved remarkably.With this, it would be possible to increase the number of stalls. It might be a good idea to open a store around 40 wards and develop a chain.

These guys will be able to manage their business on their own.

When the sun sets, the woman appears after work. at exactly the same time every day

Recently, I've even come to know the time by looking at Umaro's face.

These days, Mormat, Yaplock, Norma and Delia have also come in frequently.

Familiar faces gather and laugh at each other over trifles, saying "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

These days it's all about the town gate.

"What are you going to do at the ceremony?", "I want to try on a dress again," "One more time on stage as an idol meister!", "Noisy! Shut up, Becko!"...

Those who are full always wrap up the day with this.

"Oh, I had a good day again," he said.

All the familiar faces return, and the business hours of Yodamari-tei are over.

Today was another peaceful day.

Trouble... ...didn't happen.........

the newly closed Yodamari-tei

In the dark dining room, empty, I sat in my usual innermost seat, on my cheek, and my eyes wandered in the air instead of looking at anything.

The opening ceremony of the street gate and highway is tomorrow.

The big project that I started to talk about and start working on is completely and completely completed... it's over.

When the ceremony is over... I'll be released from responsibility for the 42 wards.

The reason why I'm staying here... ...is gone.

No trouble, no serious problems.

Jeanette's dream of "The Sunset of the Days" has also returned. My wish to make it a fun place for people to gather has come true.

I was assured that this store would do well without me.

Jeanette used to say, "It's hard to run a shop alone," but now she's no longer alone.

There are so many friends to turn to, not just Magda and Loretta.

That's the case with me.

I have a general understanding of this city.

I've managed to save a fair enough.

The foundations of life have been laid in place a long time immemorial.

What's left is...

I hold the 20Rb in my pocket.

Well... there's only 20Rb left.

The price of the crap vegetable set meal, which I ate and ran away and promised Jeanette that I would pay for. 20Rb--

The only reason I'm here right now is this 20Rb -- the cheapest menu at Yodari-tei.

I can't cling to this forever. . . .

At that moment I felt a sudden glance from right beside me.

As I turned my head reflexively, I saw Loretta's face, a little stupid and charming, with her cheeks puffed up.

"What do you think, brother?"

Loretta pulls up her eyebrows and asks.

The tone of his voice was rather insidious and funny, perhaps because he kept the stuff in his cheekbags from spilling.

That alone would have been enough to burst into laughter... at this time I couldn't predict why Loretta had behaved this way, and I could only stare her in the face.

"What do you think?"

He nods his head and peeks into my face.

"How………………………………."

Big eyes look at me.

"………………………………………………………"

Is it too much?

`Well.........well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well!

"Ro, Loretta!"

Loretta burst into tears.

open one's mouth wide and sob like a child I'm in tears.

Apples overflow out of my mouth.

Loretta continues to cry out, even as her puffy cheek-bags wither and become her usual slender face.

"Hey... Loretta... What's wrong with you?"

`I don't know what to do,'

Sorry?

What's going on?

Why are you apologizing?

"Oh, you... I... I... I'm normal... I can't do anything special... ... brother... ...nothing at all... ...help me... ...so... ...nothing at all... ...so... ...that's normal... ... ...so... ...that's all I can do... ...that's the good thing about me... ...he told me... ...and I can't... ...make you laugh."

"Oh... stupid, you...!"

I stood up instantly and hugged Loretta, who was sobbing with her face squashed.

But Loretta's tears never stop.

"I . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .."

In my arms, Loretta shakes her shoulders and weeps.

And yet I... what the hell are you doing?

I made Loretta do this... ...let her say this...

I can't say anything to him just by hugging him...

"... Jillo,"

Magda, who came up close without a sound, calls my name.

There were quiet, deep eyes that reminded me of the deep sea.

"... leave Loretta to me." Magda will send me off to-day... ...and stay with you all night."

"...I see,"

Even Magda was taken care of... ...no, no.

For a long time I've been paying attention to it's been a long time.

Taking advantage of that, I... ...had taken advantage of their kindness.

"...Come on, Loretta,"

"...ma...goody...."

When Magda called out with her arms outstretched, Loretta slipped out of my arms and jumped into Magda's chest.

Magda hugs Loretta forcefully and gently rubs her back.

"... Jillo,"

With Loretta's body in her arms, Magda turns her face at me.

"... Magda never stops Jiro."

My heart bounces.

For a moment I forgot how to breathe...

"...because it was Jillo who gave Magda the future." Magda doesn't deny Jiro's future... no matter what it is...

The heart, which had stopped for a short time, for a very short time, now rushes busily.

The back of my throat... ...is tightening.

"...when I go, I want you to tell me I'll go."

Even at times like this, Magda's expression remains the same... as ever, with the beautiful stillness of pottery... and that's why I feel sad.

"... it's painful to be separated without knowing that we'll never see each other again."

It goes without saying what the word suggests.

It's a very heavy word...Magda looked down gently as I couldn't reply.

Then he put his hand on Loretta's shoulder and whispered.

"... Loretta, let's go."

"But...."

Loretta looks at me with an anxious look on her face.

If you take your eyes off me, you'll think I'm gone... I guess you think so.

"... It's all right,"

Magda, however, dispelled Loretta's fears.

"... even though Jiro tells lies... ...he never breaks his promise."

His eyes, staring straight at me, seemed to appeal to me, 'Because I believe you.' ... I bit my back teeth.

"...let's go."

"Yes...."

Despite her unsteady steps, Loretta begins to walk, supported by Magda.

Just before I opened the door and went out, Loretta, with her back turned to me, said in a faint trembling voice.

"Good night, brother. . . . . to-morrow."

"... Lore..."

"... Jillo. See you tomorrow."

Magda is coming back and forth.

Will this sort of thing dispel your fears?

Like this... ...that's about it...

"Oh... to-morrow,"

I said that Loretta looked back only on her neck, and...

"Hehe. That's why I love you, brother."

He smiled.

Magda is Magda, gently raising her arms and sticking her raised thumb out at me.

Then they both went out together... the door closed.

......oh...

............this is no good.

. . . . . . . . . I can't decide.

turn one's eyes to the kitchen

I wonder if it's time to calculate today's sales upstairs...

"... Jeanette,"

I've tried to step out, but... ha... my knees shake.

"...let's get over it, me,"

hit someone on the knee and squeeze his foot

The world wobbles... the visibility becomes unstable...

I can't feel my feet as if the earth were melting.

It's been a long time since I thought I had such a hard time breathing......

It was like that day's... ...that my brain was denying the reality with all its might, even though I realized it was irreversible... ...that time."

But... here... to me now... to him... to me...

Place your hand on the counter and use your arms to move forward.

Feeling frustrated by moving feet and feeling impatient to scream at the same time.

Staring at my knees won't stop me shivering.

... d*mn it!

I was about to cross the counter and head to the kitchen...

"Mr. Jiro?"

A ginette came out of the kitchen.

He looked at me with a look of surprise for a moment, and then stared me in the face...

"I'll make you some warm tea."

He gave me a gentle smile.........

That's right... this is the kind of guy he is... that's what I can say. I can speak properly.........

"Genet".

call Jeanette to the kitchen to make tea

I'll put the end of it.

"...I have something to tell you."

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