Megami Buchigire - Chapter 42

Clap clap.

“?”

On an autumn morning when the sun has been later in rising.

While walking down a corridor after washing her face and readying herself in the washroom, Elte-san hears the sound of clapping from the tatami room.

“Linbel-san and Natan-san?”

Urged by curiosity to take a peek, Elte-san beholds the dark elf and priest bowing together with beautiful posture.

This pairing looks incredibly out of place in the tatami room. Though it may be said that it’s only natural for otherworlders to look out of place in a tatami room, that doesn’t apply to the similarly otherworlder Yayoi-san.

Especially if a kotatsu has been set out.

“Oh no, I’m gonna be late!”

Despite harboring questions about what the two are doing, Elte-san the full time student hasn’t even 1 minute to waste in the morning.

The entirety of the fault lies with her bed.

“Ahh, you’re talking about the kamidana.”

Time has flown, and it is now nighttime.

Still curious about Linbel-san’s and Natan-san’s actions from this morning, Elre-san has gone to ask her dad aka Adachi-kun.

Seeing as how she went to him instead of the actual people who did the thing, it can be gleaned how much she has come to not stand on ceremony and depend on him.

“It’s like a small shrine. I think not many people are conscious about it, but I think almost all homes have one.”

Incidentally, there is a kamidana in the author’s house too, but it was only quite recently that I learned that almost all households’ kamidana are dedicated to Amaterasu-sama.

It needs not be said that I immediately turned towards it in a hurry and clapped twice and bowed once.1 The vision I had of Amaterasu-sama flashing a bright smile and a thumbs up from beyond the kamidana was surely just my imagination.

“So Amaterasu-sama really is watching over everyone.”

“She sure is. Elte-san also give the kamidana a visit when you have time. Etiquette is only secondary, what matters most is to mean it.”

“I understand. I’ll do so tomorrow then.”

With that, the parent and child exchange warm glances.

Today, too, Japan is at peace.

“See you, Master! Today was delicious as always!”

“Thank you very much. I’ll be waiting for your visit again.”

At a certain restaurant in the Dwarven Kingdom.

After seeing off today’s last lunchtime customer, the Japanese chef Juuzou-san heaves a sigh of relief.

“It’s true for the quantity they eat too, but they really do drink a lot. They chug it down like water, yet why don’t a single one of them drop dead drunk?”

So mutters Juuzou-san in a troubled tone while taking inventory of the food and ingredients that he had used up for today’s lunch. However, there is a smile on his face.

In spite of his grumbles, seeing customers delightedly enjoying his food is the best reward for him.

Chirin, chirin.

“Nn? Welcome!”

Hearing the bell attached to the store’s front door ring, Juuzou-san pokes his head out from the kitchen and raises his voice.

It’s extremely rare to get a customer this late. So thinking, he directs his eyes towards the figure with a small build that is yet still bigger than the average dwarf. The person has on traveling robes that is hiding his or her face.