Youth, and then Silver-haired Maiden â After the tragedy.
Dale had thought, the moment that he had been fearing had finally come. He had been thinking about when it would come, and it had end up coming.
He was thinking that that wasnât it, but Latinaâs recent actions seemed to be distancing from him somehow, which could only be thought of as an omen.
âLatina hasâŠ.hic, My cute Latina has finally entered her rebellious phaseâŠ..hicâ
Dale seemed to fly into the ăDancing Ocelotă, and sounded like he was spitting out blood, before crumbling to the floor powerlessly. Instantly, several of the regulars surrounded him with a hustle.
Although they looked sympathetic, there was something dark drifting from behind them in the background, as if that was not all they were feeling.
ââŠ.Girls that age are quite difficult after all.â
âMy one at home is a pain as well.â
The several voices coming at Dale, were not said in order to soothe Dale, but rather to agitate his worries even more.
â!!â
âMy one, you know, says âYour clothes stink, donât wash them with mineâ.â
â!!!â
âEven if I tell her that they were just washed, she then says that itâs my very existence that stinks, tell me, what do I do then??!!â
âThe same with my oneâs at home! Like, my wife and daughter would be happily talking, but the minute I go into the room, they would silently, rush out of the room! My pet parrot is the only one that stays with me!â
âI have something to say as well! After a long daysâ worth of work, just when I thought that I finally came home, my children would tell me ăSee you lateră!!â
âDrink!! Iâll pay for everything today! Iâll pay for all of you! Drink as much as you want!!â
Thereâs no doubt that, the true ăHeroesă, are the ăFathersă who endure the cruelty of their daughters in puberty!!
If there was anyone who could hear what Dale had said in his head, they would probably tell him âThereâs no way you can say that, right?â, quite disappointedly.
Just as Dale was shouting out, crying, half in sympathy, and being agitated by the ăfathersă of the world.
âRita!!â
In the storeâs kitchen, Latina went and hugged Rita in tears.
âWhatâs wrong Latina? Youâve got some beautiful makeup on. Youâre going to ruin it like this, you know?â
âRitaâŠ.hic, I, tried to confess, to DaleâŠ.hicâ
âConfess?â
The tragic scene they could hear from the front of the shop, was in comparison, quite a distance from topics of love. There was no a trace of anything feminine.
âIt didnât go well, no! I couldnât tell him, no! He didnât even realise that it was a confession, no!â
ââŠ.Wowâ
Ritaâs face clearly said, ăThat idiot really went and did it nowă.
âIt was so embarrassing that I couldnât even look at Daleâs face, noo!â
Rita pets Latinaâs head, comforting her, whilst wearing a stunned expression, but of course, it wasnât directed at the young girl in front of her.
The fact that this young girl had always seen her own ăguardiană as someone of the ăopposite sexă since she was young, was something that Rita noticed long ago.
Speaking from Ritaâs point of view, there was something wrong with Dale who wasnât able to see that. She had been saying that her husband, Kenneth, was also incredibly dense, but, why are all men so stupid?
Well, to expect anything from the organisms known as adventurers, who had didnât even know of the word, delicacy, was probably not something that should be done â Things like that, and such foresight, proofed that Rita has been in the business for a very long time now.
âThatâs true. It is embarrassing. A girl going to confess their love is, a really big deal after all.â
Rita smiles bitterly and takes a peek at Latina.
When it comes to dealing with this young girl, who Rita even considered as her little sister, she would look at her so much more kinder than the customers who come into the shop that there couldnât even start to be a comparison.
Rita was an only child, and didnât have any siblings. Perhaps the appearance of her ălittle sisteră, who she had gained through some unexpected circumstances, was a materialization of an impulsive wish of hers when she was younger, ăHow nice would it be if I had a cute little sisteră. Adoring on her, in a different way to how ăDale (Doting Parent)ă did, was natural.
What was wrong with a young woman, like Rita, asking for some sense of peace that these filthy men, that she had gotten used to, didnât provide?
âIt canât be helped that you felt like you wanted to run away. And itâs not unreasonable for you to not want to look at him either, okay?â
â It wasnât like Latina was saying that she didnât want to see him, but considering that it was Rita, it was obvious that there was intense pressure when dealing with ăidiotsă.
âYou donât have to force yourself. I know just how much effort you always put in.â
âRitaâŠ.hic.â
Rita hugs Latina, who was now truly crying with large drops of tears, and lead her to the back of the store.
âItâs not good if we donât take off your makeup properly, you know? Because Itâs bad for your skin.â
âUnâŠ.â
Rita watched over Latina as she washed her face at the shower area in the back of the shop, then headed back into the kitchen.
Her husband, Kenneth, seeing Ritaâs expression, quietly decided that he was definitely not going to interrupt her by saying anything unnecessary.
The inside of the shop looked like a crazed banquet. He couldnât understand exactly what had happened just by looking at that Dale, who was in the center of the mayhem. He had gone into the kitchen, where Latina seemed to have come back to, in order to grasp the situation, but just from seeing his wife, it seems that the one who ădid something stupidă was the one ăhe treated like a little brother, Daleă.
âRitaâŠ.â
âKenneth, Iâm thinking of giving Latina a break starting tomorrow. That girlâs always been nothing but hard working so, it might be good for her to relax once in a while, donât you think?â
What she probably meant was that her today wasnât going to be herăbreakă.
Kennethâs ădanger detectoră was working even to this day, so he wasnât stupid enough to show what he was thinking on his face.
âLatina, why donât you go up to your room? Okay?â
Turning around, his wife looked at the young girl whose shoulders were drooping, and had a face that looked like she had cried, with a gentle expression like she was someone else entirely.
Kenneth watched as Rita took Latina up the stairs, then took a look at the inside of his store which seemed to be on the verge of losing control with the addition of alcohol, and sighed. Following the ending of the ăfestivală, as new customers came into the shop, it became more and more chaotic.
It was a sigh, full of pity, directed to his own ălittle brotheră, who was probably facing them with anăexpression that looked like someone else completelyă compared to when he was looking at the young girl in his wifeâs possession. (TL :ăăăŻă抻ăźć°ć„łă«ćăăăăźăšăŻć€§ăăç°ăȘăăć„äșșăźăăăȘèĄšæ ăăćăăăăă§ăăăăèȘćăźăćŒćăăžăźăææ«ăźăăăŁăăăæŻăȘăźă§ăăŁă)
After drinking for real and making a mess, Dale went back to his room in the attic as always, and gulped, seeing the inside of his room being deadly quiet.
He couldnât see Latina.
He timidly peeked over at the bed. Dale, having thought that Latina would definitely be sulking in bed, grew cold seeing that there was no one there, and silently began nervously looking around his surroundings.
He had obviously felt something wrong the moment he got up to the attic, but he overlooked it because he thought it was probably because he was drunk.
A section of the luggage, in the place which had been their storage, had been moved.
The luggage that had been stacked there, is now a wall, and it seems that a part of that area had been cut away.
â!?â
He didnât let out a squeak even then, and when he tried to quietly go take a closer look, a partitioning screen, which acted like a door was standing there, as if obstructing Dale from doing such things.
Normally, the partitioning screen was used when Latina was changing.
â!!!!â
He felt like he had already got a good enough answer from just that, but Dale calms down his breathing, and carefully searches for a presence. Normally, he wouldnât have a need for that, and know for sure that it would definitely be her ăpresenceă, but all of that, just showed how panicked Dale was.
(!!!! Does her rebellious phase want to steal all the healing away from meeeeee!!!)
As a result, something hot started flowing from both of his eyes, and Dale let out an inaudible scream, falling to his knees heartbroken, and weak.
â The reason he kept his voice in his heart, was due to his consideration for Latina, as it was already past her bedtime. That may be the most obvious, irrefutable evidence of him being a ăDoting parentă by nature.
(Authorâs note: ăUchiMusumeă has now been going on for a year.
This is thanks to the everybody who has been reading. Thank you for the continued support. As a small commemoration, the next three chapters will be side stories. Thanks be always reading.)
(TL: Thanks for reading as well~ also just kidding at the top :v donât send nudes, ever, public service announcement)