Vol 1 Chapter 9 (1/2)

Fujiwara stifled a yawn

It was not a goodfor him He woke up way past the time he decided to, and he couldn’t leave the bed easily after that

His blood pressure was completely low

Although he had tried to refor several ti failed entirely

Even if he went out into the store now, he’d have his elbow thrust out, sitting there dimly

Fortunately there were few cases where he had to work in s, so it was no hindrance to business

“I’m home~”

With the sound of a bell, the door opened with greatthere

No matter how you looked at it, this full suit of arreat Explorer, although they were in fact a bona-fide worker of the shop

As if it were a usual thing, they wore a frilly apron on their lower half, and they had just returned fro bags on one arm

“…Welcome Back”

“Since its baked fresh, it’ll surely be good I brought the Manager’s favorite plain, but also chocolate chip, ginger, and a variety more

“…Ah, dark chocolate”

“Doesn’t it help with tension, is the drowsiness not going away?”

“…My blood pressure is low”

“Ah, since I was behind the store today, I collected a person Wait, no, who do you think I am?”

Aneers to the store

Basically, troubled people and often those just returning fro dead on the street

There didn’t seem to be any such person today

“hello—“

“Sorry to disturb you”

Unexpectedly, two familiar faces appeared behind Anemone

It was the pigtailed girl Linne and the short-cut girl Soarer

They were both guests who had visited the store

“…Hey”

“Do you have a bad condition?”

“Is he turning blue?”

“The store ”

“…Well,”

“But lately, so”

“Uuh,”

Since e Anemone, he had become a chronic offender Fujiwara could not refute that

Even when his intention was to get up early, by the ti Ane hard in her heavy armor Recently, she had even obtained citizenshi+p after helping around the neighborhood

“Please sit here waiting, I will go prepare the coffee beans”

“Oh, ill help”

“Me too”

“Hmm…”

Upon the three girls flowing into the back yard, Fujiwara’s attitude becaain, with his elbow on the counter as he stifled a yawn

“This, is delicious”

“Maple syrup with nuts, my favorite flavor”

“What is this?”

“That’s Ginger”

“Unfortunately, there’s only a little”

“They seeredient I’ll have to own the Tavern’s Goodwife”

“There see ones”

“There are many kinds indeed I have not eaten yet, either”

In the back yard had begun a small party

Three girls, well one barely a girl with her full body arht instead of breakfast and were all noisily chatting, e the platter

Much like the coffee, that tavern’s oas the only one who knew the full recipe