770 Affinity Supper (1) - Recall

By welcoming the face of the Silver Pot to Genos, I was able to live my days with so much fullness.

They stay at the Xuanrong Pavilion and are bound to visit the Giva food stalls at noon. Each time, I could chew on the joy.

"Heh. They even came to Genos at a time like this? Easter is usually spent with my family!

That is how you have said it was Dial who visited the stall to crackle. She also gained familiarity with the Silver Pot through this stall last year.

"But if you say that, Dial, 'cause this is how you're gonna celebrate Easter in Genos, isn't it? That's two years in a row."

While baking 'Kel Grill' up at the stall, when I argued that way, Dial was something he tongued out with a pretty face.

"I'm putting my roots down on Genos, so you're not talking about it. In their case, it's just a little off schedule."

"Yeah, well, maybe it's special to be a meadow people among the sims. Whatever it is, it's a pleasure for me."

"Yikes! Even I would have celebrated New Year's with the folks by the woods if I hadn't known nobility."

As for the people of the south, a sense of confrontation against the people of the east would also arise. To distract the spear, I turned to "speaking of which".

"I haven't told Dial yet, but it looks like the architects of Nerwia are going to be spending Easter in Genos, too"

"Oh yeah!? Didn't those people only come to Genos at the top of the year?

"Yeah. I'm not sure what's going on, either, but he said he had an appointment at the inn that he was pleading with. Apparently, the plan is to accompany the family and celebrate Easter together in Genos."

"Hmm," Dial narrowed his eyes.

"Then I'm sure those people are thinking of celebrating New Year's with the Astas, too."

"No, I don't know about that..."

"Me too!," Dial said smallly treading on the ground waste.

"It's not good! I'm celebrating New Year's Eve with the Refraiers! I won't regret it!

"Dear Dear Deal. If you make too much noise, you will unnecessarily catch your eye."

A secretly stood up Larvis whispers to Dial from behind. Larvis looked more attentive than usual, as the number of poorly resembled humans had grown in the Inn Town.

"You and the Ballans will be together for a feast? Even though it's hard to celebrate the New Year together, can't we make time during Easter?

And when this escort, Ai-Fa, threw his voice, Dial twisted his neck "hmm" with a difficult face.

"There are all sorts of people coming to Castle Town this time of year, so it's a good opportunity to expand your business hands. Even today, I made time to get out of here."

"Really? For a day or so, you can't handle it?

"About a day? Is it some kind of special day?

"At the Lou family, they're talking about wanting to invite the Ballans to dinner again. The oldest woman, Ziva, prefers to listen to exotic stories."

"Uh!", Dial shouts out loud again.

And the emerald green eyes that reminded me of that emerald crept at me.

"... why did Asta keep her mouth shut about such an important thing to me?

"No, if we kept the conversation going, I'm sure we'd have talked about it. But the fact that Deal is busy this time of year means I've been too busy..."

"Me too!," Dial stepped on the estate again.

The people who were lined up in the left and right stalls look back to the urchins, and Larvis sighs deeply.

"That's enough! Call me when the Ballans get here! Because I'll try to make it convenient for my schedule!

"Wait. It is the Lew family that invites the Ballans. If you want to be invited along, you can talk to Lew's people."

"Okay! Thank you, Ai-Fa! Larvis, take the food!

Dial turns to the Lew family stall with his shoulders angry. Larvis tried to follow you reflexively, but there was also a queue in this stall, so I had to put the order behind me when I left this place.

"Don't guide me. If there's anything by this stall, we'll figure it out. After the dishes are ready, turn to that crude master."

Larvis turned to Ai-Fa as he turned his mouth into a letter to.

"I appreciate your words... Dear Dear Dear Deal, they are not crude. I'm just not good at keeping my emotions down."

"Isn't that crude?... No, I'm also angry when they call my husband crude. Let me apologize for not thinking enough about this one."

"If it's enough to apologize, I'd like you to revoke the word crude."

"It's true, so it can't be undone. I just don't think it was a word I should have let you hear."

It was kind of funny to me that both Ai-Fa and Larvis were exchanging words with a serious look on their faces.

Either way, this would also be one of the buzzes brought about by Easter. Perhaps it was the result of the enthusiasm that filled the Inn Town that Dial felt more direct than usual.

In a while, Balan's fathers will be here. Rico and the rest of Gamray are supposed to be here. Then you will be able to experience further buzz. With Easter as it stands, I'm finally going to plump my chest into anticipation.

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Thus came the eighteenth day of the purple moon.

It's been the fourth day since the Silver Pot came to Genos.

That day, when we finished the stall business, we were supposed to finish the study group as usual before heading to Castle Town.

Invited by Fermes, it is a dinner party.

Fermez, it's a "dinner party to personally deepen rapport".

At the end of the discussion, the people invited to it had been determined by the rashes of me, Ai-Fa, Gazran-Rutim, Raina-Rou, Georg-Zaza and Tour-din.

Is it noteworthy that the Sauti family is still not included there?

Since this is only an informal dinner party, we settled on the story of keeping the number of people as small as possible and having one chief or nominee suffice.

Besides, Georg-Zaza was elected as a result of the erasure method.

With the exception of George-Zaza, he was nominated from the side of the castle.

It was Fermes, of course, who nominated me, Ai-Fa and Gazran-Rutim.

It was Eurifia who nominated the women of the Lou family and Tour-Din.

"If we're going to invite the forest folks to Castle Genos, shouldn't we give Tul-din a taste of Dia's cuisine with someone from the Lou family?

6 That is how Euriphia, who heard this story this time at the harvest festival of the families, proposed it.

Of course, this must have been a statement that drew on our mood. Between Kamadoku numbers by the woods, Dia's presence had already become a narrative grass.

That's how Raina-Lou gave her a name from the Lou family, and five members were to be decided.

In doing so, Gazran-Rutim and Raina-Rou become a pair of blood clans. Then it would be Zaza's lineage who deserved the pair of Tour-Din, and Georg-Zaza, the chief surrogate, was elected.

"Still, you're not sure what you're talking about. Doesn't that just mean you want to talk to Asta?

That evening, on the road to Castel Genos after switching to a fine Totos car at the castle gate, Georg-Zaza said so.

He left the settlement of Zaza early in the morning to do his job at Din's hunting ground from Jomtien, and then this is how he was transported to rendezvous with us. After the dinner party, they reveal the night at the Din house and return to the settlement of Zaza early tomorrow morning. I guess I couldn't even take a break from hunter's work today because I had a plan to go down to the lodging town on the day of rest.

"But Fermes also seems to have a strong interest in the people by the woods. I guess that's why he nominated Gazran-Rutim."

After I answered like that, I added words.

"Besides, George-Zaza is also exchanging words with Fermes without any abomination, right? Even for me, I'm comfortable with George-Zaza."

"Hmm. Whoever they are, there's no reason for this one to decorate the words. I'm just acting like I want to."

After shrugging his thick shoulders, Georg-Zaza looked back at Gazran-Rutim.

"Anyway, I guess he's going to have another nasty, nasty story. At best, you'll have to deal with him."

Gazran-Rutim only replied "Yes".

Something doesn't even look like you're sinking into your own idea. With what mood did Fermes plan such a meeting, is that what he thinks?

But I kept my positive feelings.

Fermes is someone who, no matter how long it takes, is hard to understand. If this is a gathering to deepen rapport personally, I would have liked to deepen rapport.

"You're easy on that. There's nothing to be unhappy about because you can taste the dishes of Dia Kamadu and Odifia again?

Seeing with Georg-Zaza's laugh-inclusive eyes, Tour-Din lowered his brow in a frightened manner.

"Also, I'm sorry. Never, I'm not floating..."

"You don't have to apologize for anything. If you can deepen your bond with a dear friend, you'll be glad to hear it."

George-Zaza grinned and then stroked his mandible a lot more beforehand with his expression.

"I hope we can deepen our ties with that diplomat, too. It's a hard place."

"Ya, is it still difficult?

"Mm-hmm. No one, even noble, seems comfortable. But that fellow named Fermes... he doesn't care about the title nobility or anything, because he has no grasp."

"Did George-Zaza also come to find someone in the aristocracy who seemed comfortable?

Gazran-Rutim, who was sinking into thinkings, asks, looking up all the time.

George-Zaza said, "Hmm?" and turned back to you.

"Well, if only we'd just poked each other in the face. It's still too early to call me a friend..."

"Which nobleman is it about?

"Oh, my God, I'm suddenly feeling better.... Melfried, Eurifia, and then around Raelis. Are you complaining about something?

"No, I am very pleased that Georg-Zaza has come to such a mood"

That being said, Gazran-Rutim smiled with a grin.

Georg-Zaza is scratching an ancient wound on his right eyebrow as he snorts "Hum". Do you feel anything, like it stinks?

"As the chief's offering, I face Melfried and Polearths at the top of the month. I guess it's a good idea to call a nobleman a friend, but those two names never felt close to it.... How about Raina-Lou?

"Is it me? I haven't had much opportunity to face the nobility... so I haven't been able to be as reassuring a person as the people of the Inn Town or the Chef of the Castle Town. However, I think Pole Earth is a trustworthy opponent, and I enjoy exchanging words."

"I see. How about I-Fa?

"Hmmm...... it would still be about Pole Earth that seems reassuring. But as for Mel Fried, I prefer it. He will be a man of right mind and strong will."

After answering that way, Ai-Fa let her gaze wander into the air.

"And... Railis would also be an honest person. Eurifia seems to be not only a lucid person, but also a deeply emotional and well-informed person"

"Really? So, what about Asta?

"I agree with Ai-Fa, don't I? If I were to add, Refraia would be able to speak with such comfort, and would be heartbroken by Tolsto."

"Tolst?" he frowned as George-Zaza seemed to get hurt. Perhaps it was a less familiar name.

"Tolsto is the guardian of Refraia. I'm a credit man for rebuilding Count Turan's house, and I've never looked that up, but I think he's a very honest man."

After I answered like that, I blurted my memory.

"And then... Rittia, the mother of Polearths, and Merrim, your companion, are also lovely ladies. I feel like you're favoring the people by the woods over there, too. I didn't really get along with the people in the Count Saturas family, but I hope we can deepen our ties with Ruidros and Leeheim."

"Right. I also think there are a lot of people in the aristocracy who seem to be preferred. So again… I guess it's not the title that matters"

That being said, Gazran-Rutim laid his eyes down again.

Georg-Zaza laughs "humph" as he looks at it sideways.

"To be sure, Gazran-Rutim has too much room for that diplomat."

"I have extra... right. I'm wondering what I can do to spin the right bond with that person."

"You don't have to be sick about anything. You can't think of all the people in this world as friends. Even if we can't be friends, if we don't become enemies, we won't have a problem."

"If you're the kind of person who becomes an enemy, any of them will also be friends, like Lefreia. But Fermes..."

and Gazran-Rutim shook his head quietly there.

"... no, it's nothing. It would be dangerous to determine everything about Fermes in my opinion."

"Hmm. Come on, you're using your head too much. We just have to follow our own minds."

While we were having that conversation, the Totos car stopped.

The rear door opens, and the voice of the martial artist who guides him resonates.

"Thank you for waiting. We have arrived at Castle Genos."

First, as a surrogate chief, Georg-Zaza moves forward with Tour-Din.

Gazran-Rutim and Raina-Rou followed it, and Shinkansen is me and I-Fa.

So I went down to the gray cobblestone - and finally, the beauty of Castle Genos stood before us.

The other day, when visiting the castle town, Gazran-Rutim and Raina-Rou only saw the exterior of the Castle of Genos.

But for other humans, it was the authentic, first Castle of Genos.

Naturally, it is a stone building.

Although many of the houses in Castle Town were made of brick, this must have cut out natural stones. It was a slightly gray white stone, however robust.

Not so far apart from some old German castle I imagine. Besides, would it feel a bit like adding Arabic essence?

There was a tall circular tower to the left and right, with a square castle with lots of windows sitting in the middle. The entrance seemed to exist at the end of a wide range of stairs with only twenty steps.

Looking back forever, there are walls strewn out there, and the giant castle gate opens its mouth firmly.

but it was now closing in front of us.

Even during the day, the castle gate seems to be closed. Even in this Genos, where we don't have to worry about fighting other countries, it still would be placed under strict protection if it were also the residence of the lords.

"Well, here you go,"

A guided martial officer walks up a stone staircase.

As we climbed up that staircase, about five metres wide, huge doors of both openings awaited us, with four guards sloppily lined up on its left and right.

"I'll keep the knife here"

In response to the word of the guards, the Ai-Fas offered swords.

Today the hunters by the woods are guests, not escorts.

Moreover, the Forestside hunters, in the mood to take weapons away from their enemies, did not hesitate to let go of their swords, even if they were attacked during the round hips.

Later, the door opens from left to right.

What awaited there was a group of samurai and lower-name women.

"I've been waiting for you. From here, we will guide you."

In it, an elderly woman creeps in.

In front of the people by the woods, there is no appearance of disturbing their hearts. It was a very soothing and well-behaved face.

"We ask you to clean yourself up in the bathroom first, and then we ask you to call us back."

That had been heard beforehand, so no one tried to complain.

On the corridor where the grape liquor carpet was laid, he proceeded to his right hand, and his thrust was the bathroom. They say it's for men in front and women in the back.

With this blush, we are all familiar with the bathroom. We were able to clean ourselves up without distracting the hands of our maid or maid of honor.

And it is a call to action time.

Neither is this, nor is there anyone who has not experienced it if it is today's facial rash. Surprisingly or what, the least familiar was Raina-Lou, but still, for once, as the cooking number for the ball, he should have had the experience of being forced to change into cooking clothes.

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

Me, Gazran-Rutim and Georg Zaza, wearing one of the lower bands, with the lowest names wearing unfamiliar outfits. This was the outfit that the Fermes had prepared for us in the past few days.

Five people, excluding Raina-Lou, in today's blush, have been measured in the dimensions of their clothes so far. He relied on it to prepare his over-the-counter outfit.

I'm sure a nobleman is something that can be bespoke and outfitted. That's how we were to be presented with new outfits at the Ball of the Earl of Dalaim.

But this time, there was only a few days between the planning of the dinner party and the showdown, so I was forced to wear a matching outfit.

But of course, the people of the woods did not possess the habit of adhering to such things, so they only followed the words of the aristocrats.

(I'm glad I'm dressed for the ball or George-Zaza. I didn't get a chance to put my sleeve through it.)

I thought about it that way, but it wasn't enough to speak out and argue.

Therefore, the call is also completed.

Prepared today was a finer silk-tailored outfit than the last one.

It is not a long garment preferred by Polearths, Tolstoys, Fermes, etc., but a jaguar-inspired, neat torso and leg garment.

A shirt with an ivory collar, dressed like a colorful vest, nothing fancy at all. If this were the case, it wouldn't be strange enough to roam the shopping district of Castle Town. It's more of an adult outfit than a ball outfit.

But as for me, the Rin of Gazran-Rutim and Georg-Zaza was quite something.

He is long in both names, and has a body that has been so worked out that there is no more. With all this splendid physique, I guess it's something that would make any outfit look worse. Among other things, Gazran-Rutim, with its extraordinary style and intelligent atmosphere, was distorted as if the nobles were daring to dress qualitatively.

"Hmm. That's not as funny as it was at the masquerade."

Georg-Zaza said so without much emotion either.

This one here, when you remove the gibberish, it unexpectedly reveals an age-appropriate face, which changes your impression dramatically. I tend to forget, but he's about two years younger than me.

"We will now guide you during your refrain. Relax there for a while."

We were led to the room across the street by a surname guide.

Again, this time, the women would take longer to summon, and the room, about six posts, was deserted.

"I didn't know you could even bother getting dressed, even though we're just talking about eating dinner together, not a feast today. Absolutely noble learning is a hassle."

Georg-Zaza, sitting somewhat in the bench, said so without worrying about the ears of his lowest surname standing up in the corner of the room.

I was looking indoors as I stood, and I said, "Right," let me start by agreeing.

"But it is true that your daughter, Deal, a merchant, also wore a fine costume when dining with nobles. This must be the lesson of Castle Town."

"Hmm. Well, nobles followed this lesson at the Forestside Festival, so I guess we can't all complain."

George-Zaza is going through both the ball and the masquerade, so I guess he's a lot more immune. Even if there is a negative word or deed, it is roughly like a light mouth.

Then Gazran-Rutim, who was sighted just like me, looked back at the lower surname.

"Um, what's hidden over there?

What Gazran-Rutim was pointing out was a screen-like conditioning installed in the back of the room. If you look closely, it was hung on a plank-shaped piece of fabric.

"Yes, that's the way it looks. It is a tool for checking your hair and outfits for deficiencies."

A small surname approached you in a chunky foothold, took away the textile.

At the same time, George-Zaza leans back in a slight way.

"Hey, what's that? Like on the water, you're reflecting this one?

"Yes, I hear it's an historic look that I could buy from Sims"

We were supposed to take the three of us there.

I had no idea that mirrors existed in the land, but speaking of which, I never bothered to check up close.

After all, it seems that Gazran-Rutim and Georg-Zaza were completely first sights. George-Zaza and others were glancing at their curiosity and peeking into their faces in the mirror.

"You're so clear that you can't compare to the surface of the water or anything else! This guy's pretty good, he's so happy!

"Right. I must have never seen my face so clearly."

That was such a big look that the three of them were able to peek into their faces at the same time.

Even for me, it was a lot of crackling that confirmed my face so firmly.

So I was supposed to be caught in a small surprise.

I see my face on the water every day when I take a bath.

But there was a change in appearance that could not be seen.

My face had been burning in the day a long time.

Wheat, not so much, but I was often stuck in the kitchen in my hometown, and I was in the white category. When I first came to the woods, people everywhere called me a "white exotic."

I had a pretty healthy shade like that.

Of course, I've always seen burning hands and feet, so it's not surprising. But still, it won't make a difference that it's a small change.

Besides, my face has changed a lot.

Would I have looked so tight?

I guess it also has the effect of sunburn, but my face shown there was 30% more than my memory and felt like it was getting tougher.

The flesh on my cheek drops slightly, and the line on my mandible feels just a little disappointed. Originally the mustache was a thin tache, and such a thing was pulled out of the side where it grew, so it's no different that the whole face was saggy, but still - I should have had a more, fuzzy face.

Besides, it is the light of the eye.

Black eyes, very strong, very bright and twinkling.

I can't compare it to the hunter's eye, but still, I wasn't supposed to be this eye-catching.

"Huh. Well, it was quite a delightful spectacle, whether you need something like this around the woods or not."

George-Zaza's return to the bench and Gazran-Rutim's retreat allowed me to monopolize my appearance.

If you take a little distance, you can reflect your whole body.

So I'm going to bite my emotions off again.

What has changed is not just the face.

I was clearly growing up on this land.

(I've been coming to the woods for almost a year and seven months... and I had a moon this year, so that means it's been 20 months, considering that)

In those 20 months, I turned 17 to 18.

In five months, I'll be 19.

So is this much growth within the standard boundaries?

I don't really know how it feels, but I'm probably tall.

I was wondering if the comparison with Ey-Fa would be about a centimeter or two lazy, but maybe Ey-Fa had grown together. Sensibly, three or four centimeters should not have felt like they were getting bigger.

Or is that because of the change in stature?

While living by the woods, something called waste of meat was to be shredded from my body. And the daily labor seems to have added quite a bit of muscle. Originally the bones weren't thicker, so this would still be a skinny category, but it still felt like they were extraordinarily successful over me before.

Just a little wider shoulder width than I know.

Only a little thicker chest plate than I know.

My hips are just a little tighter than I know.

Just a little taller than I know.

Those little piles changed my impression a lot.

(... in the eyes of I-Fa, was this how I looked)

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

The call for the women has been completed.

"Thank you for waiting. I'll show you around."

In the lead of an elderly samurai, the Ai-Fas come into the room.

To that look, I knew I was going to get my chest pounding.

"Mm-hmm. Tool-din still doesn't seem as pleasant as he used to be either"

When Georg-Zaza gave a cheerful voice, Tour-Din smiled embarrassingly.

Tour-din was nothing but a bit of a spicy piece and a scream. Sleeveless with a length that hides up to about half of the shank and a modest frill on the hem. The cool light blue hue suited Tour-Din well. Yet at its chest, the ornament brought from the woodland - the silver necklace presented by Odifia - glitters.

The Raina-Lou that followed is a slightly more decorative design.

Although it's still not so gorgeous, it has about a little bit of glamour to it. Besides, is it still an epidemic in the castle town of Genos, just like the banquet costumes that were once prepared at the ball, there was a bony collar empty, highlighting the outstanding proposition of Raina-Lou.

The colour of the outfit is light yellow, with silver ornaments glittering around the neck and wrist. Though Tour-Din remained an offering, Raina-Lou's dark hair was naturally draped, just as it was during the feast.

And it is ai-fa.

Ai-Fa was also made to wear the same outfit as Raina-Lou.

Its shade is deep red. The previous light blue banquet costume looked just as good on I-Fa, but the colors like this red Mammalian liquor also looked so good on I-Fa.

After all, it is empty to such an extraordinary part of the chest that it is almost stripped out of the beautiful clavicle, shoulder line, etc.

Nevertheless, forestside outfits should be more exposed - they have a large cloth area. It seems that the luster of the exposed areas will increase.

The upper body is designed to suck perfectly, with a fluffy hem spread from the waist to the bottom. Just like Raina-Lou, naturally draped golden brown hair appeared in a red outfit again, not above this.

And glow upon its chest is the blue stone necklace I gave it.

Through the conversation, Ai-Fa was asked to prepare a castle decoration, just like the previous balls. The original leather string is wrapped with silver chains and customized to suit the castle town outfit.

Furthermore, the eye-fa temples were also fitted with the transparent stone flower ornament I gave them.

I hadn't said a word about that, but I-Fa had also bothered to bring it from home.

He is more boring than he is at a ball or masquerade.

But I found this day's eye-fa most appealing.

Or - maybe I can, like, think that every time I see Ai-Fa. I'm sure that if I wore my outfit again when I was at a ball or masquerade, I would have found that to be the most appealing.

"... what are you scared of, you?

And Ai-Fa, approaching me with a frivolous face, peeks into my face.

"No, well, this is what happens when you see the unfamiliar look of I-Fa.... I think you look great."

"Hmm. I'm only satisfied with one thing about it because I'm not as tight on my torso as I was on my previous ballroom outfit"

As always, he was an eye-fa who was not obsessed with his beauty.

So I wanted him to sympathize with my amazement and point to the way he looked behind me.

"This kind of look clearly reflects who I am. I-Fa won't be very interested, but why don't you just check it out?

"Reflect yourself exactly? What the hell..."

and ai-fa casually peered into his appearance, clutching his mouth along the way.

As I peeled my own face, I looked back at me with my eyebrows lowered a lot.

"This... is what I look like?

"Yeah. You'd have looked pretty different, wouldn't you?

"I don't see anything, I've never cared about who I am before..."

And I-Fa pushed me away and stood in front of him.

My appearance is huge, so it still shows how much I am. It was quite embarrassing and quite a happy comfort to see him lined up with Ai-Fa.

"What's the matter with you? That's a lot of face."

"Hmm... I look like this"

In the mirror, Ai-Fa looked so complicated.

And that face looks back at me with the same look on its face.

"It's just a neck-to-top story... but my face looks a lot like my mother's"

"Oh really? Speaking of which, don't feel like someone said that a long time ago."

Could it have been Donda-Lou? But Limi-Lu and Grandma Ziba must have never met Ai-Fa's mother.

"Ai-fa's father, he only had dark hair, right? So your mother had better golden brown hair?

"Uhm...... Nevertheless, I never thought of it as so similar to my mother May, etc. I must have thought it would look like my father Gil."

That's how Ai-Fa glanced up at me when she was slightly depressed.

"... this is how I looked in your eyes."

I nodded, "Yeah," as I felt my heart pounding hot.

"I was just thinking the same thing."

Good thing my body was shielded, I-Fa seemed a little twisted.

It was so pathetic, it didn't make my soul miserable.