Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

"Hermes, please for the rest of your life!

"Oh, say it"

……

Ortier's room in the usual whorehouse.

After we were alone and Ortier served us there, she cut out as usual.

So I told him to talk to me for now, but Ortier was kind of surprised to open his eyes.

"What's up?"

"Hermes?

"Yeah?"

"A lifetime of favors!

Again, hand in hand and head down Ortier.

"Yeah, so say it?

……

Once again, I'm surprised, Ortier, who doesn't say the "favor of a lifetime" at the heart.

"What's going on, really?"

"Hermes, what's wrong with you? I don't do the usual grilling. - There you go!

"If that's all I'm saying, let's grind him up. Soraguru, Soraguru"

"Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi has a better RPM, Hermes."

RPM.

Finishing up the whole way, taking your hands off where you also fulfilled your promise, and asking again.

"So, what's this lifetime favor?

"Pfft. I don't know if this is a lifetime favor - I was just there!

"You're here."

I did more grilling than I felt earlier.

The second set of grime was also over, and now it's time to encourage the real deal.

"You know, isn't it June now?

"Oh."

"When it comes to June, you're the bride."

"... why?

That's what happened, me hanging my neck.

"Hermes, don't you know?

I had a hallucination that felt like "oops".

Nori like that, Ortier explains.

"Our ancestor, Master Ortier the Great Sage, loved it. It's a custom that just one man used to spread. They say when we get married in June, the bride will be absolutely happy."

"Hmm, that's a story about whether the farmers started or took into account the idea of getting married in the meantime because of a paragraph of farming work in the spring, right?

……

Ortier was surprised once again and stared at me with her eyes open.

"Hermes, that's amazing"

"See?"

"Yeah, that's right. When I think about my childhood, it's certainly easier to get married at this time of year, and it was all this time of year."

"Hmm."

Ortier rarely talks about the old days from herself.

In the current story, she was probably born a farmer - the deepest piece of past information I've known about her, even though I've known her for a long time.

"So, there's that, and we talked about working in bridesmaids during June."

"What are you wearing as a bride... even a wedding dress?

"Yeah, a lot of guys secretly want to dress like that."

"... I see"

You're a fool, aren't you? My thoughts got to my throat, but I decided to swallow it.

Instead.

"But is that okay?

"What?

"Whores are usually married to their daughter-in-law one day. Don't you want to take bridesmaids until then?

……

Again, Ortier, I'm stuck with Pocahontas.

That's a lot of stuff, today.

"What's up?"

"Yeah......"

I shook my head small and Ortier hugged me.

"Ortier?"

"You know what?"

"Yeah?"

"Just for a moment, I'm just glad someone understands."

"... Ortier"

- That's why.

Eh, get away from me and go back to her usual bright smile.

"Work is work, you have to dress up like that and have fun with the visitors."

"... right"

I felt like I was reminded of Ortier's professional guts again.

She said she was a whore and wouldn't get paid for anything other than a whore.

Sometimes I think I'm too stubborn, but that stubbornness - in other words, commitment is also her charm.

Then I wanted to work with you.

"So, how does that bridesmaid figure and a lifetime favor connect?

"Yeah! Because of this. So it feels sober or holy? I want to get it out."

"Hmm."

"So, I thought I'd get you a dress braided with St. Seelin's yarn - Hermes, please for the rest of your life! Bring me the thread of Saint Seelin."

"Okay."

I answered instantly.

Ortier stares at me with a surprised face, having promised me a light (,,,) sometime.

I don't even have to think about why I'm surprised.

"I'll get it right away"

I left Ortier and jumped out of the whorehouse.

St. Seelin's yarn seemed to be the yarn that a special caico living in Mount Cayenne spit out.

I asked where it was and went right there.

From the city of Pindos, we trample the journey day and night in half a day, climbing mountains where there is only a beast path.

"Mmm."

I didn't have to ask anyone, I found out where it (,) was.

Coming about in the middle of the mountain, there was a surprising amount of clean air.

Moreover, it is widespread in the sense that it obviously arises from a certain point.

I headed for the source.

When the air gradually cleared up, and yet made me think of it as a sanctuary.

It (,) was.

In the middle of an open meadow, there was a white bug a turn bigger than a human.

The worm is toward a certain point and keeps throwing up yarn.

Typically, kaiko haku yarn wraps itself up and turns it into a defensive wall for feathering, but it didn't wrap itself around, just spit it out toward a point - throwing it away.

I don't know what you're throwing up for, but I know that's what you're looking for.

Well, how should I get it?

I looked seriously at Kaiko and St. Seelin's yarn and observed.

It was dangerous.

I don't know, it feels so good.

Trying to force me to take it, it cuts the thread - no.

I could see so much richness that it might even collapse.

You can't force yourself, I know that.

Then what do we do - think.

……

Kaiko looked at me.

It was an insect, but had eyes and eyes.

He has surprisingly deep eyes.

It makes me feel like I'm staring at a human being.

"You're here to take it?

"No, I'm not."

"Don't you force me?"

'Don't'

"Okay, then."

Hallucinations, or just assumptions?

In a moment now, I felt like I had such an interaction with Kaiko.

Kaiko kept spitting yarn.

I sat on the spot and stood still.

I don't know why, but I thought we should wait.

The sun rises and the moon rises.

The moon darkens and the morning sun rises.

Throughout the night, Kaiko kept throwing up yarn.

Weird. I thought.

I keep throwing up all night, but the volume of yarn hasn't increased at all.

I felt as if I was staring at the barber's guru sign.

It's up there, but it's not actually moving.

I feel the same way.

In no time, Kaiko stopped spitting yarn.

And instead of looking at me, he just walked away.

I'm the one left, and Kaiko threw up.

I approached and took a rough thread.

"Strong"

Unexpectedly, those words rushed out of my mouth.

I felt it yesterday when I saw it. It was nowhere else, and it was a sturdy thread.

Something was going on leading up to cleanliness, and so much so that I could see it being preferred by the bride's wedding dress, that I let out the holy air.

With the yarn I got without doing anything, I went back to Pindos.

Lobby of a whorehouse.

Ortier and the other whores stared at the thread I had brought home with great surprise.

"What's wrong, isn't this it?

"Yeah, this, what..."

Ortier was twitching for some reason.

"Heh, Hermes. Getting this, wasn't it hard?

"... sticky"

It's for Ortier, it's no big deal.

Besides, I'm really not doing anything.

I just went and took it home.

Maybe it wasn't an aggressive measure because the decision was accurate, but that's not a big deal either.

"Then I'll leave this. Come on."

That's what I said, I left the whorehouse behind.

I'm looking forward to seeing you as Ortier's bride, so come visit me during the period.

After Hermes walked away, the lobby of the whorehouse.

The whores flocked to the thread of Saint Seelin and touched it with their hands.

Bachi, the spark broke.

"Such a pure (,,,,) yarn of Saint Seelin, how can I take such a good quality"

"After all, my lord, you're not the only one."

"It was still sooo cool...... oh already, I envy Ortier!

Whores who mouth the quality of yarn and the cool of hermes.

Unusual, only motivated hermes are serious.

Where I didn't know it, I was up the stock tremendously.