Digital clock shows 07.30…
The day after being on duty until the morning…
The day after Glimmerport's Independence Day…
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In a small, common square room like a budget room flat. White walls, fan blades on the ceiling and one window without curtains.
The bed lamp above the wooden drawer, the bed, and the cupboard that only filled the room looked barely fit.
Instead of lying on the pillows, Cron preferred to rest his shoulders on the bedframe. He turned off the alarm clock that used a piano melody.
"Oh my gosh... *Hoams*" still with wistful eyes, he reached for the dark brown wooden door.
#Ckrak, Ngeekk~
Cron was greeted by two other rooms across from him and Cron's room was at the very end. The rooms have numbers and have names.
Even though he lived for about 3 years, Cron still thought that a room with those numbers looked absurd.
“Uncle Cron!!!”
From the corridor past the four rooms, a little girl with pale light blue skin came up to him cheerfully.
“Folen! Don't run away!” a woman in an apron walks with a pot through the dining room. The woman had the same skin color as the girl who approached Cron.
Even though his gaze was asymmetrical, Cron bent down and grabbed Folen.
“BzzBzzzBzz! Lady Folen, the Lc-225 cosmic ship has reached one hundred percent fuel and ready to launch!” Cron said as if imitating the sound of an airplane's instructions, while holding Folen in a lying position with his arms stretched out.
“Launch in!!”
Cron went round in the corridors in front of the four rooms, carrying Folen as if she were playing an cosmic ship.
Then Cron walked straight through the four-room corridor and set the boy down on the dining room seat. Hopefully he can do something that he forgot after waking up.
"Again! Please do it again!" Folen, a cute dark purple ponytail girl around 8 years old stretched out both hands.
Cron scratched his head in objection. At least he should check out the tutorial on MoTube, how to reject a cute little girl.
“Folen! You know Uncle Cron was still tired from coming home yesterday morning!?” The woman in the apron scolded Folen. Her hair was jet black with white glitter like the stars in the sky, long straight with bangs that parted her forehead.
“Tch, Solana is not cool!” said Folen softly with pursed lips. "That's why you don't have a boyfriend, right?"
#Klangtang!
The sound of the spoon falling made Cron roll his eyes carefully.
Solana quickly turned around. Her footsteps stepped on the floor with all her might until they sounded slightly vibrating. Her black hair moved like tentacles, carrying a ladle with an angry face that was enough to make Cron step aside for a moment from Folen.
“Folen…~ can you repeat that?”
It was obvious that Solana's face was smiling, but the aura that was exuded was extremely frightening.
“E-Ehh!?” Folen was terrified and took a sideways stance. “I-I-I have to go to the toilet-” Folen was about to run away, but Solana was more agile.
“Is this that rude mouth, huh!?”
With exasperated and annoyed, Solana widened Folen's cheeks until they were quite red.
“Spare me, AH!!? Le-let go of me!” Folen screamed in pain.
***
Within minutes, the three of them were sitting in silence enjoying their breakfast. Folen stroked her red cheeks while contemplating her actions, whereas Solana just ate calmly and contentedly. Feeling satisfied in the sense of repaying Folen's actions.
“Solana, yesterday I saw a promotional flyer… um, there is a university with… major you want. Want to try?”
“Business and development?”
"Well, bulls eye,"
Solana sipped the vegetable soup.
"Then what about the shop below?"
Folen raised her hand with swiftness and vigour, as strong as the smile on her face.
Solana slapped herself on the forehead, "Giving a shop to an elementary school kid who can't do math?"
"Hey, that's not true!" Folen pounded the table lightly.
"Okay then, how much is 10 + 10?" Solana raised her left eyebrow.
"1010?"
"Look?" Solana turned to Cron. "No way, right?"
"Calm down! Us-usually my brain needs to warm up!” Folen's two fingers tapped lightly on the table. Folen could not accept it and looked for other justifications. “Can you ask me a question, Uncle Cron? Which is more difficult!”
Cron had quite a lot of expectations.
“O-okay… hm…” added Cron. "Okay, okay. 120 + 71?”
Instead of answering directly, Folen looked thoughtful this time. Folen was even willing to put down the fork that had been stuck with the roasted flying beef.
Cron saw the cute girl move her hand, arousing interest. Solana just rolled her eyes. She still thinks her sister needs at least private arithmetic lessons.
"ROTI!?" Folen gave her best answer.
"Well made decision, Solana," Cron said confidently.
“UNCLEEE NOOO!!?” Folen whined.
"Well, how about finding a private tutor for her?"
“SOLANAAA!!?” Folen whined again.
“Sounds like a plan,”
After that Cron didn't want to listen to Folen's excuses. Now he agreed that Solana's little sister, Folen, needed proper direction.
After breakfast, Solana gave Folen a bath and escorted her to the school. The location is not far, about 800 meters and about 2 alleys away from home.
Now Folen was ready with her school uniform, and Solana looked elegant in a black shirt and jeans wearing a beige jeans jacket.
They were already in front of the shop's glass door
“Okay, Uncle Cron, I'll open up the shop when I get back. Meanwhile, can I have this?” Solana handed over a small note.
"Wanna stocking up?" Cron read the contents of the note
“Yes, some items are running out,”
Then Cron realized the words 'CrescentMart' were burdening his intentions.
(Moonshed's convenience store, huh? Geez…. Really bad luck!)
“U-um… why not at other shops… um… for example Protea's?”
“I like their place but… not for their… price. You know that I only go to that place to look for things that aren't in the regular shops?”
“Ah! How about a metroport?”
“They don't have a discount, after all, the place is far…”
Cron is still persistent with his other ideas.
"Then the Wraith Sanctum sounds appropriate?"
#Hah… (Sighed)
Solana complained lightly. “They haven't even opened a shop yet. Seriously, what the heck is going on!?”
"N-nothing! Everything is cool, ehehehe!”
Solana looked suspiciously.
"Good…. Then as usual."
“Bye, Uncle Cron!”
They left, leaving a heavy burden on Cron that they didn't know about, even though Solana was a little suspicious. Cron sighed, he was weak and not eager to do the task.
(Oh my… got angry again….)
He immediately returned to the top floor to carry out the responsibility for cleaning cooking utensils and food. After taking a shower, choosing a relaxed and polite collared outfit, locking the shop house, he hurriedly left. He didn't even forget to shouldering his sword.
Cron looked up at the name of the store "Regys's Mart" which looked dusty.
(Hm… that name seems outdated, dude….)
(Shops for all needs, especially for the Voids! Well… how nostalgic….) Cron read the inscription just below the shop name in his mind.
Then…
Cron walked out of the bend from the small kiosk district into a very straight alley, leading him towards the main road.
Red light at intersection.
Cron was about to cross the zebra crossing, suddenly a black classy sedan nearby rolled down the windshield.
"Hmm?"
A brown skinned man with dark glasses greeted him. His long, shimmering golden hair was tied up, her hand brushed back the bangs that covered his left eye.
Cron turned his head almost squarely at the man.
"Aren't you surprised that people are excluding you, Cron? You always play around when you stare," the man quipped Cron for not looking at him symmetrically.
“As usual, your mouth needs schooling…”
“Helix!”
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