âIâm sorry. I need you to make it for me.â\n
With that said, Mr. Gilmouth hits the sandwich.
âNo, itâs easy, youâll be fineâ
I, too, reach for the sandwich on the plate.
Today, a sandwich made with white bread.
When we talked about lunch, Mr. Gilmouth bought me a ton of white bread after a while when I said I wanted to eat it.
So I decided to make a sandwich with vegetables and meat.
You shouldnât have been so hungry for too much sweets, but the first sandwich Iâve had in a long time is delicious.
âIs this, are you guys?
Tilt your neck to Mr. Ginalâs words.
âDonât you know? I saw you in a village on your way to this village.â
Iâve never heard your name before.
âReally? Ivy made it. Like this, there was vegetables and meat stuck in the bread. It was a bit of a popular stall, so I made sure what they were selling. Well, I didnât buy it because the amount of meat being pinched was low.â
Could you have changed your name a little again?
âThis is a sandwich.â
What I make is a sandwich.
Nonetheless, either of you.
Donât feel like it was some kind of confusing name.
âSandwich, please. Similar, not alike?
Mr. Ginal tilts his neck.
Sure, that sounds similar, unlike, subtle.
Nevertheless, look at the plate with the sandwich on it.
I bought a lot of white bread, so I made a lot of sandwiches.\n
Because if you stay, you can put it in the magic box and eat it whenever you want.
Thatâs what I was thinking⊠youâre not going to stay.
âItâs delicious. It tastes good with the meat in it.â
To Mr. Ginalâs words, Mr. Gilmouth nods as he eats.
Both Ginal and Gilmouth seem to like the taste of meat.
âThis meat looks a little spicy over here.â
A sandwich that keeps going into Mr. Gilmouthâs and Mr. Ginalâs mouths.
Glad I liked the flavor, but these two ate more than your father.
Iâm also surprised at how much Mr. Ginal eats, but Mr. Gilmouth ate more.
Youâre supposed to be the oldest, but wow.
Sometimes you eat sweets, just a little less than usual, but my stomach is full.
âAlready? You canât grow up without eating more.â
There is a bitter smile in Mr. Gilmouthâs words.
Based on Mr. Gilmouth, everyoneâs going to have a snack.
âBefore lunch, because I was eating sweets. Iâm already hungry.â
âReally? But, given the nutritional aspects, eat well.â
Nodding at Mr. Gilmouthâs words.
âI can still eat Ivy.â
To your fatherâs words, Mr. Gilmouth and Mr. Ginal look at me.
Sure, I think I can eat it now compared to before.
âOh, about half the time now?
I could see in your fatherâs words that he would look like that at first.
It was rare when I lived in the woods or when I could eat satisfactorily after my journey. \nBecause of that, even if I wanted to eat it, I couldnât eat the amount anymore.
It was Mr. Ratlua who made me realize that.
I was worried when I was told that I ate less as I was traveling and that I was shorter and thinner than a child my same age.
âHalf! Well, you didnât fallâ
Mr. Gilmouthâs hand grew steadily and he was gently gripped on the wrist.
â⊠sure, thatâs thin. More, eat.â
âIâm hungry now, and Iâm fine with the amount of food I can eat a little bit moreâ
Iâll try to hold my own wrist freed from Mr. Gilmouth.
When I turn my gaze to Soraâs voice, I can see that she seems satisfied that she ate up the potion she prepared.
Flem is also relieved because he looks satisfied.
I havenât been able to get to the dump, so the number of potions was lower than usual.
âFather, can we go to the dump? I donât have any more potion spares or magic items.â
The manipulated shami was raging, so I couldnât get out of the woods, but it also calmed down.
So you should be able to go to the dump.
I just donât know if Iâll have everything I need when I go to the dump.
Waste may not have been dumped in the dump because it was forbidden to go out into the forest.
âWhat are you going to do to the dump?
âWe need to make sure Sola and the others get their rice.â
Mr. Gilmouth thinks a little about your fatherâs answer.
âCanât that be a dump in the woods? I think thereâs a lot going on in the villageâs temporary storage area.â
Temporary storage in the village?
âIf you canât get out of the woods, make a temporary storage area and leave it there.â
âBut there âll be surveillance there, wonât there?
\nâOh, yes, it is. Sounds like Sol admitted it, Tame.â
Mr. Ginal is also looking at Sol.
âThere are no two ways of Tame.â
When Mr. Gilmouth laughed funny, he laughed whether Mr. Ginal had been followed, too.
âThere was a Tamer in this village called the famous Marsha, but I remembered her wordsâ
Tilt your neck to Mr. Gilmouthâs words.
âNobody understood what she was saying until she died,â Tame, who needs magic, is second-rate. Itâs the outside road that keeps you down with force! â. Thatâs what he said. â
âShe changed this thought from being a teenager. Iâve been ridiculed for a long time.â
âMarsha was a Tamer in the Kingâs Capital because she was highly capable. But they kicked me out because I defied the Tame method. At that time, the value of the Tamers was not as important as it is now.â
âThatâs amazing, Mr. Tamer.â
I canât believe I pierce myself whether Iâm ridiculed around or kicked out of the Kingâs Capital.
I guess he was a really strong man.
âI havenât changed my mind since I came to this village. So for what they say is amazing, the other Tamers hated smoking. But now that I think about it, I guess I should have listened more. If you look at Ivy now, you know she was right.â
You wanted to see me, too.
âWe are going to preach Marshaâs words to the Tamers of this village. Maybe itâs too late.â
âI donât think itâs too late. Isnât that right? Everybody.â
Oh, Ciel wasnât listening.