塞姆利亚文库 #3短篇 （空之轨迹短小说）(10)

‘Good riddance,’ the son coldly muttered as he turned the key to lock the shop. This would be the last time he would be forced to ever step inside. ‘I’ll bet I can fetch a pretty mira for his tools at the market.’
The shop and its contents was now his to do with as he pleased, and as far as he was concerned, he would be a happier man if he never had to experience the nauseating smell of freshly cut wood ever again.
His wife, however, disagreed. She was never one to keep quiet–a trait of hers he normally adored–and tonight, she was no different than usual as she voiced her concerns over dinner.