CH 82.3

Laura-san came in front of Pickles, had her bend her human part over, and pinched her muscles.

「Try putting some pressure on your arm.」

「Yeah」

As the people around her looked on to see what’s going on, Pickles folded her arm with force and…..

The arm part of her blazer, which seemed to be durable, ripped open along with a nasty ripping sound. The thickness of her upper arm swelled up to the same size as my thigh.

The muscles in her upper arm, visible through her ripped blazer, were so well developed that even I, who’s not into muscle training, couldn’t help but admire them a little.

「Amazing….」

「What do you eat to look that good…..」

「Nice……」

The guys around seemed to feel the same way.

They were looking at her muscles with fascination.

「This is…….outrageous……even a decent bow won’t be able to stand up the full force.」

「Yeah……」

Vongo gently stroked Pickles’ back as she hung down in a forward bent position, perhaps feeling increasingly depressed after her blazer tore up.

We did something bad here. I’ll have to give her money for her clothes since it’s basically my wife’s doing……

「Pickles, I’ll ask the bow maker of Torquiva to make you a new one. I’m sorry about your last bow but I’ll have him make you one that won’t break even if you put all your strength to it.」

「Eh? Really?」

Pickles’ gloomy face brightened up.

She’s the best among our adventurers so I don’t mind spending money for her. I’ll get you the best bow out there.

「Of course of course do you don’t need to be so down.」

「Thank you very much!」

「…..go….od…..」

Vongo patted Pickles’ gently on her back as she rejoiced with tears in the corners of her eyes.

These two have been good friends ever since they met.

It’s good that they are close.

Ah, I remembered something else I wanted to ask about.

「By the way, do you know those guys, Pickles?」

I pointed to a group of centaurs using my elbow. They were taller than those who were around and I could see that they were staring at us anxiously.

Pickles looked over at them and while scratching the corner of her eyes with her pinky finger, she shrugged her shoulders and said “They are the people I met on my trip last year….”.

「Hee～」

「They seemed to be in need of job so I asked them if they would be interested in going to Torquiva and they really came.」

「Something like that happened? Did they find jobs?」

「Yeah, they did……」

「That’s good」

「Thanks」

「Ah, right, you ripped your clothes so here…..」

「Thank you very much. Please excuse me.」

After receiving gold coins from me, Pickles, with torn sleeves, bowed and walked to her fellow centaurs.

I wonder if Pickles and Vongo will eventually get married and have children.

I had dreamed of building my own theater since I was a child and now, it had properly begun. Time passes by.

The Schenker family, which started with Pickles, who’s as old as me, has grown so big before I knew it.

In a way, I guess you could say it was thanks to her.

As I silently raised my cup to her, still wearing those glasses I had gone to buy with her, chatting happily with her fellow centaurs……the out of season snow that had been fluttering earlier fell softly.

Fuh, chuckles are overflowing.

I drank up the cold snow.

All the remains are to wait for the warm spring.

The bright blue sky was flickering from a break in the overcast sky.