[Old hag…] After comforting the crying Marie, Dante turned to Nobara. [Sorry for-]
"You better be." She cut him off, the corners of her mouth dropping. "Damn brat. Making us worry so much."
[I meant… the shop…]
"Oh, that? Don't worry about it. I will get it up and running by next week."
[Is… is that so…]
The Bowl of Fortune was an old shop that had been around for ages. The old cook started it way back when she first moved to the city. It was the place where she had raised her daughter and granddaughter. Though she might not look like it, Dante was sure that loss pained her greatly.
[Even so… I'm sorry…]
"Just hurry up, get back on your feet." Sighing, Nobara patted Marie's back. "Come, Marie. Let's leave this idiot to rest."
