Ars even begins to feel frustrated that the main topic is not progressing at all.
　Nevertheless.

　I go along with the conversation with such a resigned look. I'm sure he was amiable at first, though it wasn't exactly a smile. That was enough, thirty minutes, and to top it all off, my temples began to twitch at the barren exchange after nearly an hour.

　I tell myself that this is surely not because it's Ars, but because of the difference between men and women. Of course, there would be stories that would pile up. They have the ability to talk endlessly about such conversations alone.

　However, it's time for useless talk - from Ars' point of view - to bloom.
　Somewhere out of the mosquito net, Ars, who is really wannabe, coughs dry once ... twice ... and so on ... and finally reacts for the third time. was Loki.

　From her point of view, she had thought that Tesfia and Alice were incompatible, and she wondered if there was some kind of trigger for her change of heart.
　After watching from a bit of a distance, not knowing that he was the cause of the change, Ars reaffirmed that he was able to return. The rails that had been dislodged have returned to their original track. Even though he understands in his head that such a thing is impossible, he is now experiencing an everyday life that he will never forget.

　A new landscape, a new scene, is being etched in front of my eyes as a memory.

　But it's still not enough to get back to the everyday.

　Ars looked not at Loki, but at the Tesfia behind him and pointed with his finger right next to the front door. The pile of junk piled there.
　Looking away, Tesfia apologizes for the second time today.

'It was an accident. 'Yes, an unfortunate accident. A tragedy, a rare occurrence for a good deed.'
'No, I don't expect you to have cleaning skills. I'm not going to blame you now, and it's not going to go back to the way it was. It's just, how can you break all that stuff?

　There are dozens of different types, and the pedestal on which the pile is built is the inspection equipment. It's not hard to tell if it's just small items. There are not a few tableware items as well. As for household items, though, they are replenished.

　What Ars is trying to say is replaced with silence, and an inescapable gaze shoots through Tesfia.

''Wha, what........?''
'You're not going around destroying things just to vent your frustration, are you?
Wha--!　That's a bit rude, don't you think?　Isn't it, Al?

　Tesfia's mouth waned at the shocking and unrewarding situation of her hard work. She didn't expect the fact that she had worked so hard for Ars to be condemned - no, she had expected it to be thinly veiled.

'Don't worry. It was provided for me. Ask the army to turn it in, and they'll turn it in. In the meantime, that's 20 million delds that's five million...........................hmmm, that's even more refreshing.
Stop it!

　The price was so high that Tesfia crouched warily, covering her ears. She turned her back and seemed to be repeating her apology in some kind of mumbling curse.

　It wasn't Alice who rubbed her back, but Loki.
　This behavior was unexpected by Ars. It must be a good trend, though.

''Al, that's a bit mean. It's okay Fia-san, as far as crockery is concerned, it's not that expensive.......!

　And I stared with a forgiving mind at the pieces buried in the pile.
　But - an expression full of even a smile, the cheeks of which brought an object into view, and the shapes associated with it were constructed in his brain. As a result, a ray of cold sweat trickles down Loki's cheeks.

''Fi, Fia-san.........well, well, no way.......''

　He dug up a piece of dishware from the pile of junk. What Loki held in his hand was something that Ars naturally looked familiar, too. It was the teacup she used to pour tea into.
　This was a complete set as a tea set. Naturally, there is one set of remnants to be excavated.



　Loki's stunned stare at the fragments in his hands was uncommon. As expected of Ars, he couldn't find a good word for it either.
　Yes, this is an unfortunate accident. The urge to leave the situation, which cannot be divided by that, comes over me as soon as possible.

　Alice and Tesfia, who immediately rushed to their aid, apologized with all their might.
　Loki didn't even try to resist it, as if the little body, which was shaken with a heartless look, and something had slipped out.

　Just a creepy, escapist laugh.

　Now that things were not turning around like this, Ars gave Loki a chance to regain his ego, though not consciously.

'It doesn't help what's broken, does it? You can go back and buy it again. I'll be along for the ride then.
Oh, really?
Yeah, and the red one, of course.
I know.
Oh, no, no, that's fine.

　Loki broke out somewhat happily as he refused outright.

　This is a farce. As usual.........
　And I can't dwell on it all.

　The three of them were momentarily dumbfounded by Ars, who cut to the chase, "To continue our conversation. The next part of the story did not come out immediately. It's a good thing that you're able to get a good idea of what you're talking about.

　It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to get a good idea of what you're talking about.

'Mission, boys........'

　The three of them had tense tension on their faces at their ungainly expressions.

　For some reason, Tesfia opens her mouth to change the atmosphere of the place. I don't know if it was because they didn't mention the charge of damaging property that was allegedly destroyed intentionally again.

'Your mission, your mission... well... well, my mission was to give you this, this, this, this.

　With that, he held out an unfamiliar card that he took out of his pocket.
　As I recall, the two of them were grandly saying "mission accomplished" or something like that. It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're going to be teaching.

　It's a lot beyond the scope of what Ars teaches, of course, but I couldn't help but feel that way at this time. Also, by doing so, I endured the sermon time that was about to come up.

　Any desire to pat myself on the back was deflected by the fact that I was looking at that inexplicable card.
　The premonition of disapproval had been there for some time.

　The guys Ars met were strong guys who seemed to have a habit or two. It's not a matter of skill, but when it comes to wielding the power of artifice, such as wisdom, trickery and planning, they are very good at it.

　And then the card is handed to you, and Tesfia's fingers touch the card like the chancellor of the day.

　The virtual LCD projected clearly shows a familiar number.

''Hey, you did it, that old hag.

　All of them emitted an air of happiness when they saw the numbers displayed there. Loki, too, was surprised and pleased that Ars had returned to the rank of proof of his great achievement.

　His voice didn't immediately come out of his mouth because of the shared joy of being recognized.
　Hence the inexpressible emotions that surged through him. My nose is numb and my lips are trembling. It would be easy to break the dam once it was voiced.

　There's no need for you to hold back, but for some reason, I find myself suppressing it.

''Yes, this is Loki's.

　With that, Alice insensitively hands it to Loki, who is desperately trying to endure it.
　An overflowing drop bounces on the card you receive.

'Loki-chan?'

　Loki looked at the card and firmly held the thing marked on it in his shaky vision. This was not from the military, but issued by the Association.
　Loki's tears continued to flow for no reason, though the result was far from Ars's intentions. Instead of sobbing, they just poured out in crystal clear drops.

　Ars, who was watching her beside her, swallowed a swear. Although he has left the military, the rank, a symbol of power that humanity clings to, still binds him. No, this must not be a restraint.

　It's just a number.