800 798 Aunties house (2/2)
Wearing long coat style clothes and leather ponchos. The weapon seems to be hanging in the coat. Probably a sword.
……
Fran was surprised when he opened his eyes. Isn't it a little too surprising to be surprised by the strength of your opponent?
”... Auntie...?
”Yeah? Well, that's my age, too... No, that face... maybe”
The woman who heard Fran murmuring looked at Fran suspiciously. But soon the face was stained with surprise.
”Maybe, Fran...?
A woman murmurs with a scattered voice.
Give me Fran's name.
Do you know him? Did Fran's ”aunt” remarks just now call for acquaintances? Does that mean your neighbor's grandmother still lives here?
As I hardened to my surprise, the distance between Fran and the woman slowly approached.
Looking at each other's faces.
And at about the same time, he understood that the other person was someone he knew.
”Auntie!
Fran!
Either way, the two hugged each other.
”Fran...! You really are a franc!
”Nh...!
”Well done, well done...!
”Nh....”
Fran's tears are pouring down on the woman's chest.
The same goes for women. While holding the franc as if it were a cover, she continued to shed tears.
Five minutes to hug without words.
It seems that Daw Aung's spirit has calmed down.
They let go of their bodies and finally began to see each other's situation.
”Is Fran probably an adventurer?
”Nh”
”Since that day... why have you been here? I knew it.....”
”Dad and mom are monsters - now we know it's anti-demon. They killed me.....”
”I knew it...”
Apparently, this woman didn't witness Fran's parents' death. Still, the village was attacked by the Anti-Demonic, the two disappeared, and somehow a tomb made by someone was built.
That alone will suffice to understand what happened.
”Nh. So, I was captured by the Blue Cats and forced into slavery.”
”Blue cat tribe...! Damn it! Those bastards!
”So I've always been a slave, but you've helped me, and then you've been an adventurer.”
”Did he help you? What the hell happened? If it doesn't hurt, let me know.
A woman asks Fran with a gentle voice. There were no shards such as curiosity, and it was just conveyed that I was even wondering about Fran.
(Master)
”Oh, I don't mind. I'm interested in this guy, too.”
”Nh. I'll tell you everything.”
”Ah, there's nothing to stand for here. Let me in.”
That's how we were invited into a woman's house.