390 Little Bird Room (Medium)

The door on the side of the corridor was knocked on.

When Chiffon-Cher, who had been delayed in his thoughts, stood up and opened the door, it was Sanjula who stood there.

He is an accompanying martial officer who protects Refraia.

Originally it seemed like a spy working under Cycleus, but he was the only one allowed to stay at Count Turan's for some reason.

That didn't involve anything else like mercy or amnesty, but rather the thought that he didn't want to let go wild because he had dangerous powers.

"Excuse me. Refraia, what are they doing?

He is, however, a very gentle and gentle young man in appearance.

He says he is a mixed blood of the west and east, living as a child of Western God, but he has black skin, and the word of the west is more unbound than Chiffon-Cher, so he only seems to be a people of Sims. Only a pale shade of hair and eye color only made it look like a western folk for a little while.

"Master Refraia has been off here ever since he cleaned himself up in the bathroom in the morning... I don't even know what he's doing..."

"Really?" replied Chiffon-Cher.

He is not ashamed to move his expression because he is a people of the west.

"I want to talk to you, so please take care of me."

"Yes, sir."

Unless you're in such a bad mood, there's no way that Refraia would refuse him a visit. Even that day, Refraia said to the thick door, "I don't mind letting you through."

"Oh, and, uh, can I get some tea, Chiffon-Cher?

"Yes, I did," he repeated, while Chiffon-Cher stepped into Lifreia's room with Sanjula.

Close to Genos Castle, it is a room in the official residence.

The size is impeccable, but not dressed as gorgeous as the mansion of the former Count's house. In it, Refraia was sitting back loosely on a leather bench.

What I'm wearing is white long clothes for indoor use, just like when I came up from the bathroom. I don't wear a kind of ornament, only the chestnut-colored hair of the calf swirls around and adorns the young princess.

"Refraia, you seem a lot bored"

When Sanjula called it that way, Refraia stared back at you sideways.

"Right. I don't think so, such as people who are as bored as me in this world."

"Sometimes, go out, what do you say? Sunlight, necessary for humans to live healthy"

"Hmm. For me to go out, I have to summon a guard soldier at last, so it's not a lot of trouble. That's not why I'm walking outside. There's something funny waiting for me."

"Right. So, Totos ride, what do you say? The nobles of Genos, when bored, seem to be interested in a Totos ride in the garden"

"Well... I used to ride Totos a lot with hippocampus."

Refraia put a cheekstick on her elbow and narrowed her eyes to see something far away watermarked.

"I miss you. I just wandered around the garden, and it wasn't like I had any fun."

"Totos rides, muscles your body needs, you can build. Therefore, the aristocrats will also ride tototos and be interested."

"Hmm. If Totos could fly in the sky, it would still be worth the ride."

After saying so, Refraia glanced at Chiffon-Cher.

"Yeah, well, I wanted a cup of tea. Chutch's tea, please."

"Yes, sir."

Five months have passed since I lived wealthy and lost my father. On the outside, it hasn't changed much, but it's still not a reflair as it was before. The formerly arrogant shore has hissed a lot, and its eyes have often been lit with an unexpected light.

His father, Cycleus, was imprisoned as a sinner, but she is also like a prisoner.

Although nominally predominant, freedom of movement is not allowed. Soldiers on watch will be called both on the go and in meetings with people. The utmost care is taken to keep those with evil thoughts away from her.

All the humans who worked evil with Cycleus were supposedly captured. But there are many human beings who have not sinned, but who have been sincere with Cycleus. Apparently the Marquis of Genos was thinking of stopping someone in it from trying to work in his own interest by offering Leflaia as their lord.

As the people of the west grew older with the visit of the New Year, Refraia turned twelve. Until she welcomes her partner like that and gives the title away, I guess these lives will continue.

She is deprived of her liberty, so to speak, tied to a chain named the title.

"... Thank you for waiting"

Leave a cup and dish poured with chatch tea on a black-polished table.

Looking down at it, Sanjula lowered her brow butt like she was in trouble.

"For my part, have you prepared it? I'm not a customer."

"Shut up. You can drink or not, but if you're not leaving the room, sit down. If someone as tall as you stood there, I couldn't wait to calm down."

That, of course, was not Chiffon-Cher, but Lefreia's word.

Chiffon-Cher also prepared tea for two people, thinking it would be time for him to say such words.

Sanjula lowered her hips to the front of Refraia as she raised her long chestnut hair.

While satisfied with the results, Chiffon-Cher called on Lifreia.

"If you need me, I'll go back to the next... How about that?

"What if you were here for a while too? It's a pain in the ass to call for tea instead."

"... Yes, sir."

Refraia keeps others away or close by mood. Apparently, today, it was the latter.

That kind of temper is what I've always had. But since losing his former identity, he felt so strongly revealed.

There are only Chiffon-Cher and Sanjula around the current Refraia. Newly hired surnames and samurai are kept as close as possible to Refraia. I guess the daughter of a nobleman captured for rebellion is something that makes me so wary.

Loneliness changes people. So I guess Refraia has changed a lot, too.

But what kind of change that was was was only vaguely known to Chiffon-Cher, who was by his side so much.

"... so where have you been all morning? If you move around again, the Tolstoys will find your stomach.

"Yes. I, Tolst, was called to meet with a messenger from Castel Genos. We're talking about the end of the month, the event, the martial arts."

"Martial arts club? Oh, you had some of that on the silver moon. I don't know if Easter has just come to an end, but there's not enough noise."

"Yes. Before the rainy season, it seems to be Genos, the learned. The rainy season sinks human hearts, so before you do, maybe it's a lesson to inspire."

There is a rainy season in the land that lasts only two months. This is a year with a triennial moon, so it seems a lot harder to read, but it should definitely come at the end of next month or so. Before that, he seemed to plan on finishing something called a martial arts club.

"So, Refraia, you are invited to be Lord of Turan. I was at that meeting with Tolstoy and the messenger."

"Thank you for your hard work. I have no interest in a martial arts club."

Refraia lifts her face all the way up as she rinses Chatch's tea.

"Speaking of which, aren't you going to compete in that fight or something?

"Me? Why is that?

"Why, are you a swordsman, too? For a swordsman, winning a martial arts club is more than a compliment?

"... Me, you don't need to be flattered. The mission to protect Refraia, if fulfilled, is satisfactory."

Sanjula narrowed her eyes and smiled.

Refraia frowned loudly and turned to her.

Sometimes Sanjula sees her sister. Sometimes she sees Refraia with eyes like her brother's. That's when Refraia always lost her temper.

(My brother... it's time for Eleo to eat at noon... "

Chiffon-Cher breathes while holding back in the corner of the room.

Then Sanjula turned her gaze here for some reason.

"Speaking of which, Chiffon-Cher, did you hear about the rainy season?

"Yes......? What about the rainy season?

"During the rainy season, the people of the North seem to appreciate another job."

"Another job......? Isn't that repairing the fence that protects Turan...?

Five years ago, Chiffon-Cher had also been made to work in that job only once. During the rainy season, neither Fuwano nor Mammalia will grow properly, thus leaving their work hands free.

But Sanjula shook her head "no".

"That's a different job. Morga Forest, the job of paving the way, they say they will be appreciated."

Moments later, Chiffon-Cher lost his word.

The Morga Forest was supposed to be the home of the people by the woods who drove Count Turan's family to doom.

"He wants to build a new path through with Sims. It seems that the people of the woods have accepted it."

"But... isn't Morga Forest a dangerous area for Giva to leave...?

"Yes, the people by the woods will cooperate to make sure there is no danger."

Um, Eleo-Cher and the others will be sent to the people by the woods with an unbeatable fierceness even to the people of the north.

Chiffon-Cher felt his heartbeat quicken for no reason.

The first forest folk Chiffon-Cher met was a strange boy named Asta in Fa's house.

Asta is a weirdo that she moved from the marginal land to a woodland settlement, which, on the outside, only looks like a western people. Moreover, he is not even a hunter, but has been abducted by the Count Turan family as a cook.

The ones who have been abducted are the Sanjuras who were ordered by Refraia. For that sin, Refraia was also imprisoned for a time, and Sanjula and the others were sentenced to a whip-beating sentence.

Asta was a strange boy.

Even though he is smaller than Chiffon-Cher and has a very gentle appearance, the power of will dwelt within him until he was fierce. Has life in a forestside settlement given him such power? The nobleman said he had found out, but he did not give in at all, so much so that the first night and so forth attempted to escape through the upstairs window.

I couldn't wait to see the power of that will shine on Chiffon-Cher at the time.

The anger and anger at the deprivation of one's liberty - the feeling of rebellion against an irrational fate - was only too vivid for Chiffon-Cher, who had been burned home thirteen years ago and it was commonplace to give in to destiny to live.

If Asta had the power to be a warrior, Chiffon-Cher wouldn't have been so surprised either.

But he was a helpless cook.

If I did poorly, I would have been more powerless than I was when I was ten.

Even so, he did not try to succumb to his destiny.

It was the brothers by the woods who saved him as a result, but if he had succumbed to his destiny, it might have been difficult to regress to a healthy routine.

But Asta, who had reunited at a later date, seemed so happy that she could see it differently.

His strength led him to the right fate.

To Chiffon-Cher, it never seemed that way.

Of course, if it was Asta and the same situation as Chiffon-Cher, it might have broken my heart somewhere - but Chiffon-Cher couldn't imagine what Asta looked like succumbing to her destiny. It was in him that a quiet fierceness was felt, different from that of the hunters by the woods and the people of Mahdra.

"... what are you bluffing about, Chiffon-Cher?

Asked by the lid, Chiffon-Cher returned it to me.

Refraia is staring at us suspiciously.

"No...... I just disturbed my mind a little when I heard that the people of the North would be taken to such a dangerous place...... sorry to show you the ugliness......"

"Hmm?" said Refraia, still frowning.

Then Sanjula smiled at me this time.

"Chiffon-Cher, you used to work at Turan, didn't you? Could it be that you have a family too?

"... yes," he answered, his eyes wider open to Refraia.

"You had a family, Chiffon-Cher? And yet you're the only one who was made to work in Castle Town?

I also had to say yes to this.

Refraia bites her lips and drops her gaze at Chiffon-Cher's feet.

That was how my husband became silent, so that Sanjula raised her voice calmly again to take it away.

"I'm sure there will be no danger. To that end, the people of the woods, they hoped to cooperate. Forestside people, I think you deserve trust."

"Yep... I guess so..."

At that time, the door was knocked from the outside.

Following that, I hear a creeping man.

"Is Princess Refraia here? We've brought a guest."

Chiffon-Cher approached you to fulfill his work as a samurai, doing his hand to the swirling chest of unpopular emotions.

"This is Chiffon-Cher, the samurai...... who are your guests......?

"People of the South, this is Deal from the Ironware Store."

The voice apparently reached Lefreia, and she was told "You can let me through" without Chiffon-Cher having to ask.

When Chiffon-Cher opened the door, a familiar martial artist first thanked him and then guided his guests.

"Hey, hiccup, Refraia. Were you still stuck in your room today?

My daughter, with dark, still brown hair, smiles and enters the room.

Because the sun was still high, she wore a jaguar-style outfit like a man.

He looks indoors, even with a big leather bag in his hand. The grin disappeared from his face as those bright green eyes captured Sanjula.

"Uh, you were there, too. Was it Sanjula?

"Yes. It's a hiccup, Dear Dear Deal"

Sanjula stood up and thanked him like a knight.

Then he stares at Refraia with a smiling, puffy look.

"I, in the meantime, am waiting. Call me if you need me."

"... I didn't tell you to leave, did I?

Sanjula nodded "Yes," as Dial clasped his mouth as he crouched his lips.

"But I, who looked like the people of the east, wouldn't be comfortable in my eyes, would I? I think your squire would like me to leave the room, too."

"Uh, can you play with Larvis on the surface, then? I'm sure Larvis would be more comfortable with that."

The people of the south are enemies of the people of the east, so Dial doesn't like Sanjula. However, even with Sim's blood in it, Sanjula is a people of the west, so he could not tell how to handle it.

That's why Sanjula is leaving the room, and Chiffon-Cher is going to be able to make a new cup of tea.

"You're always dressed. Why don't you dress like a nobleman once in a while?

"You have no business going out, but you don't have a reason to wear it, do you?

"Really? I've been wearing clothes like that all day, so you're gonna be extra confused, aren't you?

I hear such conversations even while the water is boiling.

She was the only guest who could meet with Refraia without a watch.

Until a little while ago, I was watched in an interview with her, but the product she was dealing with was iron without ingredients. All the business stories that had been exchanged between her and the Count Turan family had been transferred to the Marquis de Genos and there was now no room for any more mischief against Leflaia, so it was safely combined with the lifting of the ban.

Or maybe merchants in similar positions don't think about meeting with Refraia.

In other words, she may have been the only person in Genos to think about meeting Refraia without a loss account.

"Today, I brought you a souvenir! I'll ask you just in case, but you wouldn't be finishing your lunch, would you?

"You haven't even rang the Jomtien bell yet, but you're not supposed to be eating, are you? I'm not hungry."

"Hmm? If you look at this guy, you might get hungry.

That's how just as Chiffon-Cher prepared his tea and returned, the lid of the bag that was on the table was opened.

Flat on the side, large bag. In it was also a flat crate covered with a lid.

"What is this? You're telling me you brought a meal?

"Yeah! Besides, this is Asta's giva dish, right?

Chiffon-Cher almost accidentally dropped the plate.

Lifreia also has her eyes open as if she were frightened.

"I just had a free hand at work, so I ran all the way to the lodging town. Of course, I bought you Refraia's share."

"... I'm not allowed to use copper coins on my own, am I?

"Don't say that to everyone! We're talking about a few red copper coins anyway. The people in Inn Town are so happy to have such delicious food at such a price."

The overlaid crates are arranged on the table, and the large bags are lowered to the floor.

When even the lid of the crate was removed, the fragrance filled the room with fragrance.

It is a dish fried with meat and vegetables, round meat covered with talapas, and an odd dish curled like a thin string.

"Er, this one here is" Cheeky Ro ", this one is" Hanba-gu ", and this one is" Karubonara "." Hanba-gu "is sold in Poitan fabric, but it was going to be a mess, so I asked them to separate it."

That Poitan was a white fabric that looked just like Fuwano, wrapped around a cloth.

"Oh, I'm sorry, can you bring me a plate because I want to share it and eat it?

Dial told me that Chiffon-Cher was to carry several plates.

And if you add a spoon and a three-strand skewer, Dial says, "Is that it?" and lean his neck.

"Hey, don't you have enough keys or something?

"Oh, if you don't use it separately for each dish, the flavors will vary... Thank you very much..."

"No, it's not. You think you two can eat this amount?

Without knowing what the word meant, Chiffon-Cher got it right.

"You know, this includes your share. If you don't like it, let's eat together."

"Yeah......? But I am the maid of Lady Refraia. How can a samurai and her husband eat at the same table..."

"That's all right. It's just a formal dinner party. I'm having lunch snacks with Larvis, too, right?

As Chiffon-Cher stood perplexed, even Refraia raised her voice, "I don't mind."

"Take your seats too, Chiffon-Cher. It's your job to accommodate your guests, isn't it?

"Yes......"

If it had been a previous Refraia, I would never have allowed a samurai to be present.

Chiffon-Cher was to carry a new dish as well as surround the table with his husband for the first time in his life.

"No, actually, I needed to talk to you, too. Asta asked me to tell her."

While taking the dishes apart, Dial further freshly stated that.

"Your brother told you his story properly, and he asked me to confirm it. Sounds like a long time ago, but what do you think?

"Yes... that was properly communicated by the envoy of the Count Dalaim family... how could Asta do such a thing...?

"Yeah? I was in a hurry at Easter, so Asta couldn't really talk to the Dalaim people either, could she? Asta seemed to care a lot if it was telling you properly or if you didn't feel right."

The edges of Chiffon-Cher and Asta had been severed because the residence had been transferred to this official residence.

Even if not, Chiffon-Cher is a samurai and a slave. I am not in a position to exchange words on an equal footing with Asta, who is invited by the aristocracy as a guest.

"So, when I bragged about going to Leflaia's today, she asked me about you. You knew Asta, didn't you? I looked at you every time I came here, but I had no idea."

"Yes......"

"So, there was nothing wrong with that, was there? You don't feel bad when they let you know your family's alive, do you?

"... of course," Chiffon-Cher answered.

I was informed of my brother's safety and I was supposed to carry emotions that I didn't know who he was, but that can't be a bad emotion. It was also enough to thank Asta, no matter how thankful she was, for having bothered to send her to the Messenger for Chiffon-Cher and others.

"I am very grateful to Master Asta... if you would allow me to say something like that, I would like you to tell me so..."

"Yeah. I can't get my legs up to Cebu Town all the time either. I'll make sure you know the next time you go."

Dial shows more white teeth as he stabs a skewer in Giva's meat.

She, the people of the south, has no reason to despise the people of the north.

"Well, let's eat then! I came back in a hurry to keep it as cold as possible!

Refraia, who was silently listening to the two questions, also takes up the keys with it.

Chiffon-Cher carried Guiba's dish into his mouth, whilst being stirred all over his chest.

For the first time in months, it is Asta's dish.

The more sigh it gave, the more delicious it was.

As a poison watcher, Chiffon-Cher has spoken of the dishes of numerous famous cooks. Asta's skill wasn't inferior to that, and besides, he felt as if he had raised his arm all these months.

And this is what Asta is supposed to cook - Giva by the woods.

Asta's cuisine was delicious, as was Gibba's meat itself. I wondered if Gibba was such a delicious piece of meat that I almost accidentally removed my spoon.

What Dial called 'Hanba-gu' seemed to be another dish that had been cooked round the chopped meat.

When chewed, the meat gently unwinds in his mouth. And the fat and gravy hidden in it teased the stewed tarapa and gave it a taste of the unseemly flavor.

Besides, it's so well chopped meat, the bite is very firm. The more bite it chewed, the more flavor it seemed to develop, and it was an unbeatable strength for gamma and muffled bears.

Different seasonings were actually used in the dish called "Cheeky Roe".

Chiffon-Cher doesn't know that name. I don't know, but there was no mistake in being delicious.

Sweet, spicy, sour, salty and smells great. The Castle Town cooks also weighed in on something called complex flavoring, which, while complex, was very even-handed. Sweetness, spiciness and sourness were all necessary for this dish.

This meat is cut into pieces about the size of a bite, making it as chewy as possible. Sometimes the fat stuck together was delicious again, so much so that the tongue seemed to melt.

The vegetables used together, such as Aria and Pra and Nennon, also feel very suitable for this flavoring.

"What do you say? It's delicious, isn't it? Looks like the ladies from the woods made this one, not Asta, but it's so delicious that Asta can't beat it, huh?

"Yes... Giva meat has been so delicious..."

"Try this' Karubonara 'too! Here's how it is, because it's easy to eat when you wrap it around with a triple-stranded skewer!

"... Dial, couldn't this have been a dish called 'pussy'?

"Uh, all these frivolous dishes are 'puffy', and they seem to change their name depending on the flavoring. That's why they call it" Kalabona "."

"Hmm. It's like your disgusting Sim spell."

Refraia was on the top of the Buddha, but it was clear that he was enjoying and rejoicing in Asta's cooking and conversation with Dial.

Even though the food has been thinning lately, I am eating dishes with unbeatable momentum on the part of Dial. Originally, she was a gastronomer for her father.

(Though I don't know what this daughter named Dial is going to be getting close to Master Refraia... she's kind of like a sister-in-law of the year...)

Even the country where the appearance and temperament were born should be different, but Chiffon-Cher thought so.

Speaking of which, Chiffon-Cher is a people of the north, and Sanjula is a young man who draws the blood of the east. It seems to me that there is hardly any other place to put Genos, such as the land where the human beings of the four kingdoms gather in this way.

"Speaking of which, the Arishna of the people of the east, he's sending Asta's food all the time to the castle mansion, isn't he? Isn't that a bad idea?

"Nothing's sloppy, is it? If you think it's sloppy, you should imitate it too."

"What? Because I'm often invited to an aristocratic dinner party. Even if they deliver it, I don't get a chance to eat it! Why do aristocrats like to call guests so much?

"I don't know. Maybe we're competing for how rich we are."

"Um, if you'd called Asta as a cook, I wouldn't have any complaints."

That's how you twirl and eat meat into something called Poitan dough, and then Dial says, "Oh, yeah!" I let my eyes shine.

"Next time, why don't you call Asta to this mansion? Then we can all have Giva's cooking together again!

"... it is forbidden to summon the people of the woods on their own, and I have neither the power nor the credentials to wish for it to the Marquis of Genos"

"What qualification? You're the Lord of Turan, aren't you?

"Lord of fame. Even my guardian Tolsto doesn't like grabbing copper coins for nothing, so he won't bother calling the cooks from the outside."

"Yikes! I thought it was a good idea."

"... and first of all, even Asta wouldn't want to cook for me, etc. Because I am the daughter of the enemy of the people of the woods, and the people of the woods are the enemy of my father."

Dial stared back at Lifreia like he was snotty.

"Do you resent Asta and the people by the woods?

"... it was my father who was guilty, so if you resent it, you resent it."

"Oh well. Well, then, isn't that a problem? Including Asta, who is a forest dweller, seems to think that if punishment is imposed, it will be over. There's probably not a single person who still resents Leflaia or Leflaia's father, is there?

Without answering, Refraia is soaking up "Karubonara", which has spilled off the skewer.

"I'm sorry," Dial frowned as he saw the toddler.

"You said something unsolicited. I didn't mean to steam it back, either."

"... I do not expect such consideration from you, the people of the South."

"What is it? If you're in a bad mood, get angry. Otherwise, I won't be able to reflect."

"I am a people of the west, so I will not say what I think."

Dial said, "No!" and curled her short hair.

But the more Dial worries, the less Refraia will be sinking. Dial came to me on a day when I miss people, so it seems that the joy is still more wandering. After all, Dial is becoming irreplaceable to Refraia.

(Resentful if you resent that, or...)

Had all humans thought so, would Selva and Mahydra not have spinned the history of hatred in this way either?

With such a blur in mind, Chiffon-Cher also wrapped a slew of "Karubonara" around him.

As we move on with our meals that way, we can finally hear the ringing tone of the Jomtien bell coming out the window.

In this room, isolated from the outside world, time seemed to pass loosely even today.