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”Momogu...”

”Mog...... mog mog”

Fran, who returned to the Inn, was in a state of lack of energy even at night.

I'm not visibly depressed, but I don't feel the usual way. How dare you say you are eating, but that smile was somewhere weak.

The menu consists of a stew full of meat and a filling potato. Three types of bread: black bread, rye bread and butter rolls. It's a fairly sumptuous salad with fish oil, homemade vinegar vegetables, and cheese pasta. If I thought about the other day, the taste would be impeccable.

But Fran's dietary rate doesn't get much better. It would be as good as the college cafeteria.

This is an anomaly. The usual franc should forget most of the troubles if you eat delicious food.

Ursi, who is eating next door, also cares about Fran and has no usual momentum. He flaunts his rice as he flickers at Fran on the side.

”Fran, are you still concerned about Romeo?

”Mmm...”

Yabe. As soon as I heard Romeo's name, Fran's expression became visibly cloudy. I knew he was sick of hurting Romeo. No matter how much I say I had no choice, I guess I can't break it off.

The spoon has stopped. It was the Innkeeper's grandmother who spoke to Fran like that.

”Ma'am, what's going on today?

”Mmm...”

”Why don't you ask me for more information? But is there anything you can do about it that bothers you here?

”It's...”

”These are words that are passed on to elves...... The buds come out more than the ashes of the deep forest”

Is it like an elf proverb?

”Even if the forest where you live burns, one day the trees will grow again and a new forest will be born. I mean, anything can happen as long as you live, but what matters is afterwards. Sometimes I can't take it back. Maybe what's lost is coming back. But it's my food, and I have to live on.”

Maybe an elf-like view of life with a long life span. Their lives, which live far longer than human beings, are bound to have a variety of incidents and events. If you care about all of them and regret it, maybe your heart will be crushed.

”... hmm?

Apparently Fran is trying to understand the language. But soon, I'll put my arms together and tilt my neck. I know what the word means, too, but honestly it's subtle if you ask me if I can really understand it.

It would be a bit of a difficult word for Fran, who has only lived 13 years, to be convinced.

”Hmm...... Don't your daughter get it yet? Well, it's a word we Elves' grandmothers finally stain ourselves at this age.”

”... sorry”

”I'm sorry about this one. You were so pushy. Just one thing. Yeah?

”Mmm.”

”I thought a good meal would be better if you focused on it?

”! Sure.”

My grandmother used to say all sorts of words to comfort me, but in the end, she said the last words resonated most with her heart.

But that seems to make sense for Grandma and Fran. They stare at each other for a moment and nod at each other from either side.

”Eating while thinking about something else is rude to the rice”

”Yes, yes.”

”Mmm.”

And then Fran started eating unconsciously.

It's not perfect, but he's back on track. And there's a slight grin on that face. I hope this gives me my usual energy......

If I thought so, Fran's hand stopped again.