Today is the second day of the previous festival.\n
The second day also follows yesterday, when buying clothes for this festival and getting dyes.
And on the 3rd and 4th days of the previous festival, everyone dances on the main street to celebrate the spring visit.
When I listened to the story, I was surprised that it was not a book festival.
Somehow, we all felt it was the flavor of the festival to dance.
The last and fifth days of the previous festival are the rest days for the next day of this festival.
âWhat do we do today? You want to go eat at the stall?
When I look next door, I blur. Sol looking out.
âSol, youâve been looking outside lately, havenât you? You want to go play?
Doesnât silence mean you want to go play?
When I gently stroke my head, I shake it pully as it feels good, pressing my body against my hand.
This is a signal to stroke more.
âSol, donât stick too much to the window. âCause if they see us, we could get into trouble.â
âYou sure are an amazing guy. You want me to stop you from going outside?
âHmm, but Iâm curious about that stall I saw yesterdayâ
Stewed obituaries, seen in a stall near the inn.
Thinly chopped obituaries meat and white vegetables seemed to simmer deliciously.
It smelled unique and attracted me so much when I went through the front.
âWell, it sure looked delicious.â
When I check the stalls I care about through the window, I still have a long line of snakes.
Go in line for that or not.
It says âfestival only.â
It said âfestival onlyâ to wait if you can eat after the festival.
Mr. Druid said he didnât know if that was true, but if it was true, he wouldnât be able to eat it.
To the sound of Sora and Flem, he moves the gaze he was looking out into the room.
The two are round on the bed, turning right, turning left.
Again to the right, to the left.
âCome on, are you free?
Where it continues in the meantime, in the meantime.
Ciel looked at the two and slept with her back turned.
It feels like we canât hang out.
âWell, not as much fun as you play, Sola, Flemâ
By the way, by the way, by the way.
I havenât been able to get to the woods for about a week now, so maybe Iâm free.
As more people began to gather and couldnât even fit in the square, more adventurers began to set up tents in the woods to sleep.
By that time, weak demons such as animals and obituaries were invisible.
âI knew I wanted to eat! Can I go buy some?
âSure. If you decide, go with me.â
âYeah. You canât just say that festival.â
Iâm in a hurry somewhere when I see that one.
âYou know, Iâm gonna keep my eyes on you.â
âHey, donât go shopping. Be a good girl.â
Ciel seems to be sleeping already.
Leave the room and close the key.
âDid you close the second one?
âOh, Iâm fineâ \nI was surprised to see the door keys the first day I came to the inn.
Normally it had two keys that were supposed to be one.
I wondered and asked Mr. Chickal, usually one seems fine, but when people started to grow at the festival, he wanted me to use two keys.
It seems to be a countermeasure to crime aimed at those coming at the festival.
Incidentally, when the second key is opened outside of the matching key, an alarm sounds.
I heard the story, but this alarm was going off at some inn yesterday.
I was surprised because it was quite loud.
Get out of the inn and head to the stall.
Connect your hands so you donât get separated from Mr. Druid, but there are more people than yesterday.
A little flushed by a wave of people, but managed to arrive at the intended stall.
âIâve been looking from the top, but youâre pretty lined upâ
âRight. But it still smells goodâ
Itâs until today that I buy clothes, so the people who buy them are amazing, but the people in the store who sell them in are amazing.
Look at the sellers when itâs powerful.
As I slowed down, I saw the street sign.
The sign reads: âStewed obituaries, limited time only for the festival. I will give it to you in a slightly lukewarm state for the crowd â.
When I stand in front of the stall because the order has come, I hear an energetic voice.
â3 Servings of Stewed Obitunesâ
I just put the simmered one in the container, so the stall rotation seems pretty good.
âLooks delicious. Looking forward to it.â
âAh. Store owner, are you sure this simmering is only during the festival?
âYeah, it is. Usually Iâm an arms dealer, and I donât have anything to do with cooking.â
âYes. This simmer is my fatherâs specialty dish, who was a drinker. I wanted to revive you for the duration of the festival.â
I wonder if your father is dead when it comes to resurrection.
âYes, please wait, itâs better to make it hot.â
Receive a simmer from the owner and return to the inn.
\nI donât know why, Iâm laughing but Iâm cold.
Besides, I think I heard disturbing wordsâŠ
I wrote in the fax I sent to Mr. Seiselk that he was staying at an inn called Cocologne, so itâs not funny if Lord Foronda knew.
Mr. Druid asks in a low voice.
Nod at it and tell him âI am Lord Forondaâ.
With a surprised look at the answer, he sees Lord Foronda.
âStupid, you! You know who we are!
âNo, I donât. Iâm not even interested.â
Haha, Iâm afraid of Lord Forondaâs eyes.
âWe belong to the Mitchell family in the kingâs capital.â
Wow, youâre prestigious, but I wonder if youâre okay.
In front of you, youâre pretty angry.
âAh. Was it the Mitchets? Um, I fell.â
âSure, you bought your anger trying to get closer to the royal family, didnât you?
Wow, Lord Foronda sounds like fun.
âHey, how do you know that? That thingâŠâ
âMy friend was the victim of a problem you had.â
âWhat? Friend? That.â
Two faces of an aristocratic man turned blue at once.
âYes, I know the lady there.â
âA close friend of mine, the victim, said I wanted to see your daughter, too. Speaking of which, itâs like I or a close friend was ordering you to âopen the roomâ to a lady who cares⊠If you tell a close friend, itâll be fun, wonât it?
The complexion of two aristocratic men passes through blue and turns into a shitty color.
I think Iâm going to fall down now, but are you okay?
âOh, we, uh, just checked to see if thereâs a room available! Excuse me!â
Two aristocratic men rush out of the inn.