Volume 1 Chapter 15 (1/2)
The
Long Journey Until I Reunite With You
I
Don't Hate The Current Me
Before I realized it, I was constantly being covered in oil and
fire
「Here ya' go! Fried rice is ready! Gyoza in a second!」
(Velt)
「Velt-kun, water please!」 (Customer A)
「Sure thing!」 (Velt)
「Velt~ Is my ramen ready?」 (Customer B)
「It'll be ready in a sec'!」 (Velt)
「Velt boy, hurry up and bring the order! Lunch break is going to
end!」 (Customer C)
「I said it's co, 'ya oaf!」
(Velt)
GiveVelt this and Velt
that, I' too well In any
case, sensei's cooking is tasty However, there are e about
near the ceiling, as ic has advanced considerably Because
it's , I can't complain about it At first I wanted to tell
sensei to not spoil lad I didn't In this world without labor
laws, even children are worked to the bone
(TN: Many places in japan have a way for you to call someone to
your table, either with a bell or a button or so similar)
「Velt-kun You don't have to help any more after this Children
will be co to help out」 (???)
However, there's only one person that spoils me at the shop That
would be her
「Kami-san, yo」 (Velt)
「Mou, please stop it with Kami-san already」
(??? --> Laraana)
(TN: Kami-san is one way to refer to someone’s wife)
Co on an apron, was sensei's wife 『in
this world』 Her name is Laraana Her hair is only down to her shoulders, but
one or both of her eyes are often hidden by her bangs She looks like the plain
and docile type, the one that reads a book in the corner of the classroom
But, the other day, I happened to see it With her bangs out of
the way, she's very pretty Her age is unexpectedly high at twenty eight, but
she appears to only be in her teens Unfortunately, I realized it Sensei is
thirty two but married at nineteen, and has been married for thirteen years In
other words, Laraana-san h it seems
you can get married at fifteen in this world, the problem wasn't that It was
that the forh school teacher went and married a third
year middle school kid I was hit hard when I asked sensei, 「Isn't
it a crime?」
「Fuu~ Tired~ I feel like I've suddenly run out of ic power」
(Velt)
Sinceat sensei's house After
I stopped going to school, I've been helping out with the shop and learning how
to make ramen, so I'm normally busy
「Velt-kun, is now a good time?」
(Laraana)
「Hm? What's up, Kami-san」 (Velt)
「Yes, your salary Thank you for working here as always」
(Laraana)
「O, oh Wait, what? This, this is quite a lot isn't it? Did you
not pull out my room and board?」 (Velt)
「Hey now! Children shouldn't be worrying about that Velt-kun
isn't a freeloader, but my child, so there's no problem」
(Laraana)
「No, but Well thanks」 (Velt)
「Fufufu, that's good! You've done enough for today, so why don't
you go buy soive to the princess?」
(Laraana)
「The princess who can get whatever in the world she wants?」
(Velt)
「It's the thought that counts!」
(Laraana)
Ever since I talked about being a freeloader, Kami-san has
welcomedlike
their child now I' polite to everyone I meet Furthermore,
I'ularly spoiled by Kami-san, but I
think she and sensei really are happy
「Forna, huh What should I get?」
(Velt)
Later, though this is so
At first I originally offered to work at the ramen shop to improve myself, but I'm
filled with a sense of fulfillment now to be honest I never even worked
part-ti worked by the sweat of
my bro
If I had happened to work hard at farht have come to
like it just as much Just ht
of that, I still had rets as expected, so I've decided not to dwell on it
any ain
「Velt, you're done ork already?」
(Forna)
Forna already knows the ti of my shi+ft perfectly as she
suddenly showed herself Though I thought she was just a noisy brat before,
I've begun to think differently as of late Of course, she's not an object of
roer sister is a brocon
(TN: Brother co)
「Ah, good ti」 (Velt)
「That's right You're not causing trouble are you?」
(Forna)
「Are you my mother?」 (Velt)
「Of course I'm worried Ever since that horrible food that you
said was your resolution」 (Forna)
「Well, that was, I was still training」
(Velt)
It’s the opposite of nagging and talking about love She's