That day as well, he went to the workshop in the morning for brewing alcohol and worked silently by himself.
Since he was the only employee, he didn't need to worry about anyone else, and he was grateful that he could work without being on guard about his surroundings.
"...… "
There were limits to what one person could do, but for someone like him, who harbored distrust toward people, this was just right.
It used to be lively.
The workshop that had been run by his family and many employees became his overnight when his family passed away and it was passed down from his father to him, and as if everything before had been a lie, they left the shop, even taking with them the precious sake and tools.
Being left alone in the workshop that had lost everything, he lay there in a daze, unable to understand what he should do.
The one who came to visit him then was his uncle.
