Editing Apocalypse Witch:Volume4 Chapter3 (section)

===Between the Lines 3===

“Wow, that was a lot of excitement. My ears are still ringing from those ''fireworks''.”

“Well, they need a big parade for the world’s strongest, don’t they?”

A salaryman and a housewife held a carefree conversation in a hallway throbbing with the beat of Delane’s surprise concert. …Although secretly, the family finances were primarily supported by the advertisement money from the online cooking channel the wife updated on her tablet during the breaks between her housework. Even more secretly, she had an online cookbook coming out that would finally let her live off of the royalties like she had always dreamed of.

Or you could call them Utagai Karuta’s parents.

They did know how to use a phone, but they had not called their son. They did not know what Karuta was really doing any more than the other 5.5 billion people out there, but one look at their son’s face on the flatscreen monitors hanging in the hallways was enough for them to know he was busy.

They did not want to get in the way of his schedule by forcing him to make time for them. They had already seen he was doing well, so they could wait until he had more time before they spoke with him.

“Neat, they still sell chocolate bananas at these festivals.”

“I wonder what their haunted houses are like. I hear they use their cutting-edge magic for it.”

“Ahm, mm, ooh, this is good.”

“Honey, honey. Don’t use your tongue like that in public.”

“Hweh, what was that? I’m enjoying this banana now, so give me a second.”

It was lucky Utagai Karuta was not here. He would have experienced the same horror as Marika but 100 times greater. It was apparently a habit she had picked up as a child, but the usually kind and gentle wife was the type to eat a corndog by gradually peeling away the breading and working inwards. She unfortunately did not realize how ill-mannered that was.

This ship was the training ground for the world’s strongest magicians and a mobile fortress in the fight against the Threat, but it was also a school. The Utagai Couple were seeing what each class had prepared while mostly feeling nostalgic for their own school days.

And the father spoke to no one in particular, oblivious to the situation underway on this very ship.

“He seems so busy, but hopefully he’ll have some free time tomorrow.”

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