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Chapter 15

The fact that he was an imperial knight meant that his sword skills were that great.

So why did Hansel and Gretel’s father leave the palace driver’s seat and work as a mountaineer?

Did he get a recommendation resignation in an accident?

I was curious, but I didn’t ask.

It was because Hansel’s expression did not look very good when he told his father’s story.

That’s how bad you’re with your father.

“But learning swordsmanship means we were once on good terms. ‘

Why did they get along so badly? The tongue came out of itself.

“How much is the whole thing?”

He paid for it without further questioning because he didn’t want to hurt Hansel to solve his petty curiosity.

I tied Gretel’s hair in half and put in a hairpin.

“Do you like it?”

Gretel, who was looking around with a hand mirror, nodded loudly.

“Yes! I like it!”

“That’s a relief.”

I looked back at Hansel. Hansel was fiddling with a wooden sword.

The adult wooden sword was a little longer than Hansel’s upper body.

“Should I have bought a smaller one?”

“It’s all right.”

Hansel answered, squeezing the handle of the wooden sword.

“Because it’s going to grow soon.”

“But it’s still growing.”

In fact, Hansel grew a little more than he did when he first saw her. Thanks to your hard work, you have a lot of places to live.

But I still felt skinny.

“I wish I could gain more weight.”

“… ..I’ll eat more.”

Hansel answered with determination and I waved my hand.

“No, I didn’t mean it that way, so you just have to eat just enough, just enough.”

It’s a big problem if you get a stomachache after eating too much.

“If it’s too much to carry around a wooden sword, do you want it in your witch’s pocket?”

Hansel thought for a moment and shook his head.

“I’ll carry it around.”

“Wouldn’t it be hard?”

“It’s all right.”

I thought it would be uncomfortable, but I had nothing more to say when the party was okay.

“Then shall we go somewhere else?”

I took the children to a nearby clothing store.

I bought clothes for the children and me, and a thick hoodie for winter.

Lastly, I heard a song somewhere on my way to the grocery store.

It was a drinking poet singing in front of the fountain.

“Like a flowing river…”

The soft voice and lyrical lyrics matched well.

You’re a good singer. I paused for a moment and listened to the song of a minstrel poet.