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The shop, which was finally reached while forgiving the slightly obstinate wooden doors, was a calm, standing coffee shop. It has a chic atmosphere, seems to have a high usage age, and has a slightly luxurious feel to it.

”... really here?

”Why do you doubt it? It's a nice, calm shop.”

”I know it sounds like a good store, but isn't it suitable for students to work?”

”That's why I must have invited someone as young but solid as Fujimiya. Let's just say hello to my aunt.”

I don't mind... but I follow behind the wooden door with curiosity as I add small and bitter about the look of the positive wooden door.

When I opened the heavy-duty door, the light doorbell rang, because I even felt nostalgia.

The coffee shop she entered in the lead was truly calm as it met expectations from the exterior. The interior is simple and tasteful, with dark oak and white tones, and the well-cleaned interior is elegant.

The wall had a bookshelf to hide one side of the wall and was stunningly packed with books.

I feel like I've seen it and the number of seats isn't that high. The number of seats that are not comparable to the coffee chain is less than that of personal management.

However, that made it a very quiet and breathtaking space unlike a chain store.

It just so happens that there were no guests, so looking at the interior, a woman wearing a navy apron appears from the back.

Pah, I was a calm woman, about a turn away from Zhou.

She is a beauty with long black hair who looks good in a coffee shop or an ancient bookstore, but she seems incredibly quiet to believe that she is Kido's aunt.

”Oh... there you are, Colorful Fragrance”

”Long time no see, Aunt Wenhua”

To a politely bowed wooden door, the woman called Wenhua smiles with a laid back eye.

”I'm glad you're here. Sir, I've missed you because I rarely lean over when you're here.”

”Ugh, sorry about that... thought it would get in the way of Aunt Wenhua”

”I can't believe I'm interrupting... I'm just glad you two are here. I'll try my best to do my job.”

That's the problem, and Kido's words, whispering, don't seem to have arrived.

Looking at those two from behind one step, Zhou tilts his inner neck.

I can only be confused as a circumference because I don't see the elements that make Kido bad for his thorough appearance and tricks. From what I've seen you talk a little, you just look like a very normal woman or something.

If I insist, I have plenty of affection for Kido in my eyes, about, but I'm not sure what this means to say I don't like Kido.

I can't complain because people are not comfortable with it, but it feels difficult to convince them.

As Kido twitches subtly, the woman's gaze turns to this side.

Nooba's occasional eyes seeped through something that seemed to explore for a moment, but in the next moment it had turned into a soft glance.

”Is that the part-time volunteer that Kaorika was talking about?