The Banished Villainess’ Husband

After the Storm [Part II]

“But fewer than five dragonstone craftsmen are going to be faculty even though they have nearly a hundred students? Are you all right?

“Oh, there aren’t many dragonstone craftsmen originally. Anyway, they say Yale Rate Boy will take care of it so we can turn it around in that number of people!

“Oh, the ale rate.”

Speaking of which, isn’t he sixteen this year, too?

There’s also an aristocratic school in the King’s Capital of “Green Dragon Sergios,” so why don’t you enroll?

And I thought…… should I let my second son go to school on purpose rather than picking it up?

But if you’re running a school, you should go to school to learn about it.

Anyway, it’s a school.

It will depend on the will of Dultonil’s uncle and himself.

“We’re starting to get together in the dormitories, and hopefully, education has already begun. Say hello and go!

“Ah, yes.”

I see.

The official school opens in October, but there are people who can’t wait.

rather than urgently protected levels of living in distress……?

The planned number is about a hundred, but as far as Mr. Coolow is concerned, nearly forty people have already entered the dorm and are learning how to carve dragonstone nuclei from dragonstone artisans invited as faculty.

I can feel the consideration of being able to become self-reliant as soon as possible.

Men and women between the ages of twelve and thirty-five started their student lives first.

The dormitories are divided into women’s dormitories, men’s dormitories, and meals are made on their own.

You think some women would rather cook meals in that school cafeteria than dragonstone artisans?

Because I make rice, I give them the ingredients and the money, and they say they’re in trouble as soon as possible.

I thought you were here to make money.

Well, Brother Carl Rate or Yale Rate will do something about that area.

“Homes and livestock are fine. The store was fine.”

“Thank you”

I thank the people who looked around and checked me out.

Well, I had a feeling that maybe you were the reason I even showed up to Mr. Coolow.

Young people are openly wow……

There, Lana showed her face from the store.

“Thanks for checking, Minasa! I’ll have some ice, if you like.”

“” “No, yes, yes!!!

“I’ve been waiting. Ah!

……………………

“Yes! Don’t eat all at once!

“” “Ha-ha-ha!!!

…………… what’s the situation?

I want to hear it.

This picturesque surface where the Mukkimukkimachos make their own tables and chairs outside and eat the shaved ice that Lana has brought.

Shake Ice…… when Lana says, “I’ll be next when I can make a grand ice!” And I started making… oh well, correctly I made it as a dragonstone tool, something that would be a shaving ice cream.

Place the plates of iron processed with the togettes on top, and stir the larger made ice, crushing it slightly fine.

Doing so, it builds up white as snow.

Add sweet syrup and fruit to that and you can do it.

Likewise, if I sprinkle the sweetly seasoned milk, it melts.

I’m a little sweet, fruity.

Yeah, it’s delicious.

Or the idea of using ice for something like this… Huh!

Oh, horrible… I would only be allowed to speak of royalty once a year.

Just scrape it like this, sprinkle it with sweet syrup, and even serve it with fruit…… ahhh, how horrible!

If I scratch too much, I’ll be Keane!

Isn’t this heavenly punishment?

So, Lana put it out as a tasting product when Mr. Coolow and I were worried that we wouldn’t know what to do about the preparation in “The Dragon Howl” and explained everything to us… well, you know the rest.

“Yeah meh…… yeah meh”

“Karoo! This is it!

“Huh, it stains the penis six-hundred”

“Hey, I’m happy”

“If I could have eaten every day……!

… These are the motherfuckers, Macho.

The air Mr. Coolow can’t speak out because he’s also trying to taste it by closing his eyes and focusing his whole nerve on every bite.

What a sincere attitude towards that sweetness.

“Heh heh, that’s the exclusive summer menu.”

……

Lana is the eye of a merchant whose eyes captured prey in Lana.

They became golden.

“That’s good, but what’s the name of the store?

…………

You’ve gone blind at once.

No, no, you can’t.

“Lana, it’s already the middle of August. I heard it was opened in September.”

“Well, I understand.”

“I think the store will open late.”

“Whoa, whoa…!

Lana kneels in with her head.

I probably have terrible naming sense, too, so it doesn’t really help.

“I’ll think about it with you. Make up your mind by the end of the day.”

“True!? Can you help me?!?”

‘Cause you can’t open a store like this.

“Whoa! Thanks Fran !

Bubble.

And Lana’s arm goes around her neck.

……………………………… Hmm?

“Ah! Oh, my God!

“Oh, yeah?

I left right away but now……

………… I’m gonna get some water for Lucy. ”

“Huh? Didn’t I give it to you earlier?

“Huh? Did I give it to you? I don’t know, I forgot. I’ll check.”

“Oh, yeah. Welcome……?

I’m going to the stables for now.

Full tank of water in.

Lucy said, “What’s up?” He looks so strange.

No, uh, well.

…………

“… Bu…”

Bury your face on your back and inhale the beast odor all over your lungs.

…………… Yeah, okay, I’m fine, I’m calm.

“No problem!

…………

“Stop, don’t look at me like that. I’m really fine.”

Isn’t that what this is about?

Oh, oh, yes, yes.

“… you have no choice”

I’m not used to it yet.

Or will you get used to this?

First, I’ll write to you to tell you what you can’t normally say.

That said, this feeling is really hard to describe.

I don’t know what to do.

Isn’t it impossible to make it into letters?

No, I’ll do my best, okay?

I’ll do my best.

“Yeah, first the name of the store”

Not for another month.

Signs, what are you going to do?

“I’m home.”

“Welcome back. How’d it go?”

“Oh, yeah, I was fine…. Er, is that the name of the store?”

“Oh, yeah!

“Lady, I didn’t tell you, but it’s a month before you can do the sign. Even if we decide now, the sign will be in the middle of September, right?

“Oh my goodness!

Oh, come on.

No, I don’t know, but I think Mr. Coolow and the Leggles are waiting pretty long for you, huh?

That’s why I have to decide fast.

Oh, you’re helping me think too.

“Are you a candidate or something?

“Ko, candidate?

“Oh, right. I’ve been roaring for two months, yeah, and you haven’t thought about some of the candidates?

“Oh, there is.”

Bring it.

And, Lana, me and Mr. Coolow are telling me to go back inside the house once.

Probably left it in the room.

tonnes, and the sound of going up the stairs and coming down after a while.

“Ko, this”

Place one piece of paper on the table offered by Lana who came out.

The candidate was quite narrow.

“Itchy”

“Eh.”

“Eun.”

“Kizuna.”

“Nozomi”

Apparently, this area remains a leading candidate for now.

“But here’s the thing, it doesn’t all look like a bakery…! Shinkansen.”

Shinkin…… eh, what?

But when they say that, well, sure…

I don’t even know what ‘itchy’ or ‘ehem’ means in the first place.

Lana, I guess?

“F, Fran, do you want any of that, do you?

“Hmm…”

If you can decide from among the candidates, it’s easy.

“Mind if I take a look?” She nodded about ten times.

“Then I guess’ ehem ‘. I’m not sure what that means.”

…………

Hmm?

Why does it turn red?

“Well, then, the ranch cafe will do it.”

“Huh? What about the bakery?

“Which is, er… which is better!?”

“Yeah, I can decide that, too?

“Fine, I can’t decide…”

“‘Eun’?

“Decisions!”

Morning.

Are you sure that’s okay?

Looking at Mr. Coolow…… those guys at some point surrounded the shaver and said, “Turn it around quickly” “Use more muscle!” “Take my place too!” I do… ”

No, when you switch that on, it’s completely automatic. Why don’t you need muscle?

Why are you scraping it manually?

If I do it manually, the ice will be rough.

… Is that good?

“You have no choice. Brain muscles. … cut fruit from inside and bring extra.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, I’ll ask Mr. Coolow for a sign.”

“But are you sure that’s good?

“Of course!… you know, the last three, each in my last life, are another way of reading words that are very similar to ‘Green’. ‘Green’ is good for this country, isn’t it? I wish I could.”

“! Heh… green… if that’s what you want for this country.”

“Right… well, it means something different”

“Hmm?”

“Hey, it’s nothing. More fruit than that.”

“It was.”

At that rate, those machos are going to want two more drinks.

I think I’ll make it to the freezer for the store because I make the bigger ice for it… but when I see the shaving ice cream being snatched away during the tasting phase before the store opens, should I have two or three more ready?

Well, it’s all our own…… for some reason we’re manually shredding it, so that hand race seems to make it all ourselves if we give it a shaker.

But what a funny thing to see brothers like chunks of muscle surround a little shaver and scream about it.

The exquisite oddity of taking the cut fruit on a plate is as wild as a tall as “kee”.

“I’d love to have a summer festival someday.”

“Become a festival?

“It’s a festival that was in the world of previous life. Street out on a hot summer night, dance, watch fireworks, and entertain your ancestors’ spirits.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s no such thing as a festival in this world.”

“Right?

At least it wasn’t in the aristocracy.

Hospitalize the spirit of your ancestors……? I don’t even know that.

And what’s a halibut?

I barely know the stall, too… but I’ve been reincarnated from a really strange world, Lana.

“I don’t know, but that sounds like fun”

“I might be able to do something similar. Can’t we do it next year, when the Leggles get back, I’ll try to get Mr. Coolow and Uncle Doultonil involved and plan it!

“… wouldn’t that be nice?

“Right! Look forward to it! This is gonna be so much fun! Buy and eat at the stall, and we’ll all be wierd dancing and drumming!

And, chest tight.

It’s a festival.

“Blue Dragon Arcedios” is a festival at this time of year because it’s so epic in preparation for “Dragon Howl,” which you don’t know when it’s coming, you’d think.

But this is’ Green Dragon Sergios’.

“If it means a festival to pray that the” dragon howl “is not damaged, it might settle in.”

“Oh, that’s nice!… well, there’s a reason for the festival.”

“Yep…”

Were you going to make a scene for no reason, this guy?

Damn, really… how many times do I get past my imagination over here?