"Just now...... Is there something going on? ”

Rygi's mind awoke from the chaos for a brief period of time. During the blank period, the body does not listen to the call, especially the brain and hands. She couldn't remember when she grabbed the pen and wrote the words "Sakuma" on the contract.

The handwriting is slightly skewed, but it is recognizable as the common surname of Ruiji and Shizuru. Before the name could be signed, it was destroyed by an ice pick attack that suddenly flew out.

The icicle came just in time, otherwise the shrine and the land beneath it would have changed hands and become the stuff of the Tokyo Intercity Airspace Development Department. Although they give a lot of money, it is so much that it can be piled up in cash.

A figure in a black yukata appeared from behind the bamboo forest, Shizuru's face was not very good, there was no blood, and it was as white as the powder used to make rice rolls.

The face is not the point, the expression is more scary.

"Y-get out of here."

Shizuru was not polite to the guests at home, and used a little reasonable vulgar language.

In order to deter these annoying civil servant witches, she specially took the sharpest knife from the knife holder. Japanese witches can use the sword as both a weapon and a wand, and have a wide range of attacks, so the danger factor of the sword has always been in the forefront and is loved by a large number of witches.

Shizuru has been learning how to use knives from her two mothers since she was a child, and she is so skilled that she doesn't mind showing her hands in front of several guests.

Silver-white knife faces, one of which reflected her angry face, and the other side was the weak and fearful expressions of the staff of the Intercity Airspace Development Department. Caught between the two parties, Ruiji quickly found his camp and cleared his mind in the shortest possible time.

The witches of the development department tried to get her to sign the compensation contract for the demolition of the shrine without knowing it, but Shizuru arrived at the last moment to let them succeed.

Seeing that the plan to force the signing of the contract failed, the witch Asakura had no choice but to laugh: "Miss Sakuma...... There is something to say. Everything just now was a misunderstanding, and our starting point was to make the most of the land at Sakuma Shrine......"

"Get out! If I find out you're harassing again, it's not as simple as getting out. This knife will show Sakuma's one-trick skills to the fullest. ”

In this matter, Shizuru is so tough that she doesn't look like a high school witch, like a Sengoku daimyo with thousands of troops behind him.

The witches came full of hope, and ended up with a feather returning, leaving Sakuma Shrine in a gloomy manner, swearing and scolding as they left, complaining that the two of them were "stupid people who don't want 770 million".

After driving away a few uninvited guests, Shizuru was reluctant to put away the knife, close the door of the shrine, and close the door to thank the guests.

"Really, when the hell are those bastards going to die. The airship station doesn't have to pass by our house, there are so many places to build it, and you have to get along with a small shrine. ”

"Jingliu, are you in a good mood right now?"

Riji is intimidated by her sister's momentum, for fear that she will become a gap to vent her anger.

Letting the lackeys of the Airspace Development Department into the house is essentially a lure of wolves, and it is not unjust to be scolded. In short, there must be someone to be scolded today.

"It's not good. Sister, they're not good things, you can't let them in next time. You've been sleeping a few times they've been here before, and I didn't tell you afterwards, and I'm at fault. ”

"I'm sorry. I'll pay attention next time, blame me or blame. ”

If the floor wasn't dirty, Riki might have actually come to a dirt seat right away and admit his mistake on the spot. Jingliu didn't hold on to things, and stood in the yard sulking to himself.

There was a chime from the rice cooker in the kitchen, and the porridge that had been boiled an hour earlier was just finished. If you boil it for a longer time, the water in the porridge will dry up and turn into an indescribable pot of rice cereal.

"Breakfast was cooked, not as good as we ...... Eat breakfast now and talk slowly? ”

"Hmm."

What happened just now made Shizuru so annoyed that she forgot to ask her sister when she learned to boil porridge, and waited for the rice cooker to bottom out before mentioning it.

There is a universal template for cooking skills, and Riji always teases that she learned it from books or from a show hosted by a witch on a food channel.

There are thousands of excuses, and there is always one that can fool her.

"Today's breakfast tastes good, you've grown up, and you can finally let me eat what you made."

"Miss Sakuma Shizuru, I'm two years older than you."

"It's a year and a half."

"A year and a half is also big. Also, Fujinaga will come to see you at noon, do you need my help preparing lunch? ”

Ruiji cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and the courtyard outside the restaurant was cleaned, and the clothes and bedding were dried in an orderly manner, there were no fallen leaves on the ground, and the surface of the plants was stained with undried dew.

Everything is well organized.

Shizuru resisted the urge to compliment her and wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

"Then please, Fujinaga-senpai must be happy to have lunch cooked by my sister. The last time she messaged on Line that she wanted to eat egg fried rice that is very popular among Chinese witches, you should know what I mean. ”

"It's just egg fried rice? The eldest lady of the Fujinaga family is so simple, it's incredible. I have a clue for today's lunch, let me do the rest, you go and rest. ”

The work of washing the dishes and chopsticks was done by water magic, and the washing was fast and clean, and Ruiji stacked them up and put them back in the cupboard, took off her apron, and prepared to wander the nearby streets and buy some ingredients.

Usually these trivial chores are done by Shizuru alone, but Ruiji happened to experience the life of a Japanese housewife in advance today. If you don't have magic, you can do it all by human power, and you will get tired of it after a long time.

The significance of magic to this world is immense, and without it, Riji can't imagine how tedious it would be to deal with household chores every day.

In the Japanese dramas and Japanese movies I used to watch, housewives who were imprisoned in a square space every day by firewood, rice, oil and salt would want to seek excitement, escape from their daily lives in a special way, and find a way to silently confront everything they hated.

There are also housewives in the witch world line, and Ruiji can often see witches dressed as wives wearing simple long dresses and black robes passing over the shrine, discussing which nearby shops and markets have fresher ingredients, and where supermarkets are doing special sales.

Sometimes I talk about picking up my children from kindergarten, and I ask other witch wives about what amusement parks and other kid-friendly entertainment places are available in Tokyo.

Morning is the busiest time of the day for housewives and witches, they quit their jobs after marrying other witches, and their daily work becomes cleaning the house, doing housework, waiting for their wives to come home from work, and picking up children and preparing meals for them.

Ruiji is very abrupt in a group of housewife witches, and the witches who go grocery shopping during weekday working hours are only elderly grandmothers except housewives.

She carried the basket and stuffed it with vegetables that she might want to eat in the last few days.

"When it comes to summer, you really have to eat a little watermelon."

The prices of Japanese vegetables and fruits in the Witch World Line are not as outrageous as imagined, and the Sorashima Plantation can meet the planting conditions required for all crops, and the soil quality, temperature and humidity can be changed by magic, so it is no problem to grow crops in Africa or the polar regions in Japan.

Eating tropical fruits in winter has become the norm, and watermelon is no longer a luxury, often tens of thousands of yen a piece.

Fruits and vegetables are the freshest in the morning and morning, and there are many floating stalls in the airspace of Shinjuku City. The witches use mounts such as horses or griffins to drag a tricycle, and the goods are placed in the back, and the witches who pass by on a broom can hover over the tricycle to pick up.

The witch who sells vegetables sees Ruiji and greets her in a bold Kansai accent.

"Yo, Sakuma-sama, why are you here to buy vegetables today? What about the little sister? ”

"Shizuru was too tired from work yesterday and rested at home today. It's as simple as buying groceries, and it's okay to leave it to me. ”

Ruiji knew that Shizuru was strong, so she didn't mention her injury to the Kansai Witch. Kansai witches are not gossipy people, and they don't chase after other witches about their private affairs.

"Would you like some potatoes today? I just went to Siberia yesterday to dig it. ”

"Two pounds, and some carrots and corn."

"Okay. Anything else you want? ”

"More onions, green peppers and cabbage."

"Okay, it's 998 yen in total, welcome to the next time."

Saying goodbye to the Kansai Witch, Ruiji went to the floating stall of the witch next to her to buy a box of fresh eggs. Miss Fujinaga specified that she wanted to taste the egg fried rice, but the eggs at home were gone and needed to be replenished in time.

The more things I bought, the more plastic bags hung from the broom poles. The weight capacity of the Aussie Star broom is very good, but there is a sense of redundancy when turning, which has little impact on the flight.

After shopping around the market and preparing all the ingredients, Ruiji turned back along the same path. Witches in various school uniforms pass by, and several of them are alumni.

Riji is not well-known in school, and no witch will recognize her without wearing a school uniform. Watching everyone else go to class, but I can rest at home, I feel an inexplicable sense of pleasure in my heart.

In the intersection of the 2-chome and 3-chome airspace, a witch dressed in Showa sells medicine to housewives and witches passing by. The black yukata on the witch's body was wrinkled, her hair was messy and unkempt, and the witch's hat was not worn according to standard etiquette, and was tilted to the side.

The witch's eyes are like snakes, shrewd and alert. She lifted her polished gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Ruiji several times curiously.

"This young lady, seeing that you got married at a young age, and you ride such a high-end broomstick, the other party should be a good person, right?"

"Forehead ......"

In fact, she wanted to refute that the broom was a giveaway from her work partner. It's not necessary to talk too much about personal matters with a strange witch, so I have to acquiesce to the other party's statement, and I don't buy it anyway.

"I've got something going on at home."

"Miss, I'm not going to force you to buy my stuff. The wives just now also asked me for a trial outfit first, and then came to buy a formal outfit when it worked. ”

"What are you selling?"

"The potion that can rekindle your partner's passion for you, as the name literally says, is called "Passion Potion", to help you get back to the feeling you had when you first fell in love. How about it, are you interested in finding out? ”

"emmm, that seems interesting."

Ratchet has no interest in the potion itself, focusing only on its formula. If you can learn the practice of passion potions, you can save your precarious love and marriage in the future, and give the little witch a complete home (bushi).

Although falling in love and getting married are ten or twenty years later, there is no harm in planning ahead.

"Did you have a problem with your wife?"

The medicine witch opens the door of the forklift and displays the sample shelves.

She transports her goods from old items that have been discarded from the construction site, modified with roofs and other shelves, and a rectangular compartment behind the forklift.

The rectangular carriage is the living quarters, and it is a common thing around the wandering witches.

The space in the carriage has been compressed with special magic materials and techniques, which looks small from the outside, and after opening the door to enter, you can enjoy a spacious area of dozens of square meters, with beds and bathrooms.

Alternatively, there is a separate room in the living area for the witches to experiment with the effects of the potion.

"Actually, I'm still single, and I have no plans to get married for the time being."

Ruiji's gaze swept over dozens of colors of passionate potions, and told the medicine witch the truth. From beginning to end, the other party was making up for it, and she didn't admit it a word.

"It's okay to be single, there are 108 versions of the Passion Potion, and the single witch is the most suitable to use this green one, which is guaranteed to make the witch you like too, in every sense."

The medicine witch pointed to one of the small transparent porcelain bottles, the potion inside was green and green, and it looked very healthy.

"Isn't that an obsession with potions? Our school teaches how to do it. ”

"The effects of the Obsession potion are temporary, and long-term use will develop resistance. But the potion of passion is different, as long as you keep taking it, the person you love will stay with you forever until you get tired of it. ”

"What you get through this way will always slip through your fingers in the end, and I'm more willing to get it with my hands."

Ruiji originally wanted to buy a bottle for Shizuru to try, so that she could meet her true daughter as soon as possible and wake up from the nightmare of the working emperor. However, false love is more heartbreaking than not getting it, and it is better to go with the flow.

She bypassed the witches who were robbing the potion, dispelled the idea of buying the potion, and honestly carried the ingredients she bought today home.

There is always a damn curiosity and curiosity in witches, especially when it comes to potions and all kinds of rare materials. More and more witches were attracted by the strange forklift, and the medicine witch saw that she was not interested, and did not continue to pester, and turned to sell to other witches.

A delicate white hand stretched out from the crowd, pointing to the dazzling shelves.

"Please bring me a potion of passion that won't leave any memory when you're done with it."

The owner of the hand is wearing a robe, and the wind blows up the corner of the robe, revealing the uniform of Waseda Witch High School below, as well as the class emblem pinned to the neckline, Class A of the second year.

(End of chapter)