211 207 Stories First Grandson

Leave the commercial guild and go to Mr. Druid's home.

Because he discovered that he was only reporting to his mother on his journey.

Because he was busy, he completely forgot to report it to the rest of his family.

Mr Druid says, 'My mother should be telling my family,' but I think this kind of thing should be said from his own mouth.

So I decided to go to a store with my parents.

"Here you are, not Druid and Ivy. Come in, come in."

The store had a shopkeeper and a wife, and a Mr. Siriella.

"Excuse me, I'm at work"

"It's okay. I'm in the middle of Dolwka preparing a break for tea right now. Move voluntarily."

Kind of like having the power to say voluntary?

"People are something that can change. I was surprised because I'd given up."

Oh, you've never seen such a look on Mr. Sirella's face.

I don't know what to say, the warmth of enveloping... hard to describe.

I'm pretty sure I'm just glad.

"I've got something to report."

Report that Mr. Druid embarks on a journey in the face of tension.

"Well, on the journey."

The store owner was surprised at first, but quickly loosens his expression with pleasure.

"What, didn't your mother tell you?

"You knew?

"Yeah, you did. I forgot until you told me."

"You."

To the store owner's sigh, his wife shrugged her shoulder.

"Ivy, are you okay?

"What?"

I wonder what.

"If you're a Druid with a lot of problems, won't you get in the way?

It's called your wife, it's called Mr. Sirella. You're really unforgiving.

I mean, these two look alike.

"It's no problem. I'm a dependable father."

In my reply, I said, 'Father?' I will report to the seriers who tilt their necks that they were thrilled to register their families.

"Really? I'll do it, Druid. I can't believe you got such a cute little girl!

"If you were the daughter of a Druid, you'd be our grandson. You're my first grandson!

The shopkeeper and wife I heard about got unusually excited for some reason.

Mr. Druid is also surprised at how it is going.

"We always said Ivy was cute and cute ~"

Mr. Siriella's slightly shuddered voice.

Really?

Uh, shit, my face is getting hot.

"I'm really happy for you. To the Druid, no. It's sweet for your father, Ivy."

Sweet......

"That's right, sweeten up when you can."

The owner says the same thing as his wife.

"Look, Ivy. You could be sweeter."

Mr. Druid rides the words of the store owner and his wife.

For some reason, I feel like I'm being attacked.

"Uh, I'll do my best"

"Trying to be sweet, Ivy's really too good a kid"

I can sneeze my head and stroke it on Mr. Sirella.

"What's going on? Druid? Ivy with you?

"Brother, I'm disturbing you"

"... Welcome home"

"Ah... I'm home"

Everyone is laughing happily when they see two people saying a little nervous greeting.

Don't make me feel like shit.

"Hey, listen!

The atmosphere is blown away by Mr. Sirella, who reports on me and Mr. Druid.

Mr. Dolwka, with a slightly surprised look, but happily promised Mr. Dolwyd, 'Let me talk to you about your journey when you get back'.

Keep it up. We're going to have dinner together that day, and I'm going to cook dinner with your wife, Mr. Dolwka, Mr. Dolwyd and I.

For some reason, Mr. Dolwka is here to help.

By the way, there is also Mr Siriela, who was instrumental in giving instructions to Mr Dolwka.

You've really changed, Mr. Dolwka.

Talk to Mr. Druid as he sees the two of them.

I guess that's what you heard, your wife told me, 'Really, great change'.

The atmosphere of Mr. Dorwka and Mr. Sirella gives a softer impression than it was before.

There were two worlds I hadn't seen before, so I got a little lit up.

Time to relax after dinner.

I bow my head to Mr. Sirella.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Siriella"

"Eh! Eh! What? Ivy, give me your head to say you're sorry."

The feeling I've always wanted to apologize got ahead of me and confused Mr. Siriela because I'd skipped explaining it.

"Uh, sweetness made of rice, but I couldn't help at all."

You said we were going to think together, but I couldn't think of anything at all.

I got busy getting ready for the trip.

"No, never mind at all. It's what I'm supposed to think for myself!

"But you said you'd cooperate..."

I've always wondered.

You told me to make it with you, and I can't think of anything.

The cooking class has settled down, so now Mr. and Mrs. Sirella are continuing, but I'm gone.

"I really don't care, because I've had enough so far. Besides, cooking classes are going well. Fixed customers are making steady incomes."

Was it?

That's amazing.

"Mr. Sirella, that's amazing!

"Thanks, but Ivy's amazing, too."

"What?"

"I wouldn't have thought of a cooking class without Ivy. Ivy was there, so I had a cooking class."

I heard there is no such thing as a cooking class in this world.

That's why I couldn't help but think of something.

Even I wouldn't have thought about it if I hadn't remembered before.

"Ivy has created a lot of triggers. I appreciate that."

"Oh, it was also Ivy who was successful in spreading 'Kome'. Thanks to you, this town was able to hold up, thank you."

The store owner will also thank me after what Mr. Sirella said.

You're all so sweet.

I want to tell you how I feel right now.

"Eh, I enjoyed doing a lot with you guys. Thank you."

I don't know what to say, so it's an easy word.

It's hard to put into words.

Still creeping my feelings out, Mr. Sirella strokes my head softly.

"I'm waiting for Druid and Ivy to come home."

"Yes!"

I'm glad someone is waiting for me to come home.

In preparation for the journey, Mr. Druid was to return to his home before it was too late.

"Tell me when you're leaving. Good night."

"Yes. Good night."

I wave to the shopkeepers who sent me out of the house and head over to Mr. Druid's house.

"Ivy, I'll arrange to sell the house tomorrow. We'll probably get results in about three days."

"Can you sell that fast?

"Because if the vendor decides to sell it, he'll buy it off. If that's not possible, we'll wait for temperament."

"Be temperamental..."

Does that mean you're going to be late on your journey?

"If the vendor can't do it, I'll ask my father to manage it and watch it until he sells it."

"You're going to bother me."

"Right. But I think it's okay. Because I'm going to sell it at the price they said I would, without setting the price."

Hmm?

Doesn't that make Mr. Druid lose money?

"Now that this town is suddenly getting more people, it's going to get expensive homes and stuff. I make sure the area around my house is bought and sold at a higher price than before, and I don't think it's going to hurt."

That's right, there's no loophole.

"So you're leaving when the house sells"

"Ivy."

"Yes."

"Have you forgotten that you are asking for an appraisal of the Demon Stone?

Oh, yeah.

I was asking for it via my master.

"When will I get the appraisal results? The masters seemed a little busy."

"It's not a good idea to rush it."

"You're right."

What am I going to do?

Don't let your plans go crazy too late.

Is that it?

Someone's approaching us.

It's a slight sign of a rush.

Stop and look back.

Mr. Druid, who noticed that, looks behind him, just like I do.

"" Ah. "

What I saw a little bit was the look of Mr. Dorgas running and approaching.

Mr. Dolgas stopped a little further away from whether he noticed Mr. Dolphide and me.