830 Twenty-fifth Day of the Purple Moon ② - A Warm Night

"Speaking of which, how was the finish of the sacrifice hall?

I just finished about half my dinner dish and I tried to shake the subject that way.

The old man, who was eating 'Giva Tan's Hamburger', served in a refreshing sauce with a sleigh grated sima and tau oil tailoring, nods' um 'with a stubborn face.

"It was quite a splendid feat. A tent made of giva fur is still spectacular."

"Really? I'm looking forward to seeing it, too."

"What? You haven't seen it yet? I guess that was already done days ago?

"Yes, I was in a rush to do something before Easter... and you don't usually have a furry tent, do you?

"Mm-hmm. In the rain, the fur will soon be damaged too."

Then my youngest sister, who was smiling and rinsing 'Giva juice', remarked, "Oh, that was amazing.

"Something at first made me look like a dumb big giva nodding around! How many gibberishes can you take out so many furs?"

"I wonder. I wouldn't have counted them either."

The fur of Gibba, which is used in the tent, was brought by all the families of the forest. The story was that the women of the Sung family sewed it up and finished it in a few months.

"But well, you'd be capturing about fifty givahs every day by the woods. I don't think I've ever had a problem with fur."

"Fifty heads!? If you caught me that much every day, you'd be gone in no time!

"No, as much as the numbers still don't decrease, Giva sounds like a great breeder. Besides, in a year, it's going to be about the size of Gibba in the tent of" The Seat of the Gamleys. "

Instead of her youngest sister, who rounded her eyes, Aldas also looked impressed.

"Nevertheless, 50 heads a day is an unusual number. Is that a sure story?

"No, it's my discretionary estimate, though. In a time when Giva meat was not yet treated as a commodity, we couldn't have lived without hunting that much Giva."

"Then you don't need to jump so fast and hunt for Giva anymore... Oh, no, as soon as the people by the woods get back to work, they'll be attacked by Giva up to the fields of Genos"

That must be the knowledge gained from the puppet play.

I laughed, "Right."

"Now thanks to the hounds, more harvests should have been made than before. So maybe more than 50 gibberishes a day."

"Yeah. I'm talking about how I used to not be able to hunt enough giva and it wasn't uncommon for people to return their souls with hunger. The more I hear, the more amazing it is."

In a sober tone, Ardus opened a glass of fruit liquor.

"We were invited to a settlement by the woods, and we were able to exchange words with people from various clans. When I saw that puppet play, I was reminded that I still didn't know anything about the people by the woods."

"The people of the woods don't tell stories very often. That's why I'm happy to invite you home this way to deepen your interaction"

To my words, my youngest sister glanced at Ai-Fa.

"Neither did that parent, you haven't spoken a word since earlier. I know you don't think it's annoying about us..."

"Hmm. I'm not good at conversation. But I'm getting interesting listening to the Guests' words"

"There's something a little tough about i-fa. I've hardly ever seen Ai-Fa laugh."

And Dial also hitched a ride from the side.

But Ai-Fa is splitting up "Mallor Chili" with her face.

"I'm sorry I lack love, but there aren't many people like me by the woods. Never mind, I want you to enjoy your dinner."

"Yikes! Then why don't you cheer up with Ai-Fa in your dishes?... Ai-Fa, it's so beautiful to wrap up a banquet costume."

"... hey"

"Hmm. But really, right? Even the Ballans, you know that, right?

"Oh, you opened it for us, you mean at the feast? It sure looked different."

The answer is, of course, not the old man, but Ardus.

Ie-Fa took a protective stance while chewing his sigh to death.

"More than that, I want you to let me listen to Jagal. In Zeland and Nerwia, will things still differ from one learner to another?

"What the heck. Are you trying to shift the subject?

"... the people by the forest are intrigued by the story of the exotic. Asta, do you think so?

I nodded, "Well, that's right," as the directive for cover was given early.

"So far, we haven't had much opportunity to ask you about Jagal, have we? Is Zeland and Nerwia a nearby territory?

"You're not close. Even a luggage truck should take half a month or so."

It was still Aldas who answered me. It is how the liquor is turning and the tongue is finally smoothing.

"It was seven days down the street leading up to this Genos, and when it broke west, it felt like Zeland, and when it kept going south, it felt like Nerwia. So maybe from Nerwia, Zeland and Genos should be about the same distance away."

"I see. Well, then, you don't come and go very often either."

"At least we don't. There are times when pedestrians come to sell Xeland iron."

"I wonder if my shop has ever been to Nerwia. Dad is supposed to be traveling pretty much everywhere."

And Dial, who likes to talk, came on board too. Ey-Fa's plan to get out of the centre of the topic seems to have managed to bear fruit.

"So, all of your sons are doing architectural work in Nerwia, right?

Because of this, I also let my second son, the oligarchy, talk to me.

But as soon as he says "oh," he clasps his mouth. Instead, a cheerful eldest answered.

"Well, as long as I have an order, I'll fly anywhere. There are more or less architects in Nerwia, so if it's just nearby, it's a customer deal. If I hadn't, my father wouldn't have bothered to go to Genos."

"I see. It's going to be hard to get to Genos over half a month, but otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see you guys either. I would like to thank God of the South for his revelation."

"Huh. My dads set up this house, too, didn't they?

And, once again, his eldest son let his gaze circle indoors.

"It looks a lot old-fashioned, but this guy looks sturdy. You won't be crushed until your grandchildren's generation."

"Yes, I sincerely appreciate you building such a splendid house in just three days"

The old man whispered slightly as he lay face to face. He is an old man who does not like to be placed at the centre of the conversation, as is the case with I-Fa.

"There's no one on the right side of Nerwia in architecture. We're born tree people."

"Are you a tree people? I've never heard that name before."

"Really? Speaking of Jagal, the people of the trees, the people of the iron, the people of the earth. There's a lady from the Iron People over there."

That, of course, would be about the Ironware Store Deal. Dial, who had given up the lead in the conversation for a while, smiled and opened his mouth.

"The people of trees are architecture and forestry, the people of iron are mining and iron making, the people of earth are ceramics and - after all, architecture. Because bricklaying and building stone houses are the property of the earthly people."

"Heh. Nobles are only interested in stone houses. Even more so, they're not related to us."

"That's not true. Furniture is the property of the people of the trees, right? Nelwia's costume shelves, you're famous."

"It's a mechanic's job. It's none of our business."

I don't seem to see much disagreement, but my oldest son seems to be getting a restful attitude toward Deal as well. "Well," Dial chuckled as he was pleased with it.

"Well, all my house does is sell iron, and I'm not involved in mining or making iron. A heartless man can't even shake a hammer, but he's confident in the business of his house."

"That's a mistake," he said.

"No matter how fine iron you dig out and how fine iron you lump, there's nothing you can do without someone to sell you. People who slap their pussies like that, let them find someone to sell themselves."

Dial let his mouth down after a moment of neatness.

"Thank you. I'd love to hear you say that to Balan, a fine craftsman."

"Hmm. With us, we rely on lumberjacks to procure wood. Without a man with his own job, no business can be formed."

"That's right. Neither we nor the hunters who hunt Gibba cook it or we don't have the time to cook it, the stall business doesn't work."

"And the iron shop that prepares the fine tools."

Dial turned away and a soothing laugh arose everywhere. A second son without love also seems to have a slight grin.

"Well, anyway, there's no such big difference in life between west and south. Especially since there seems to be a lot of culture going into Genos in the south, so you hardly feel the difference."

And that's what Aldas said, as he turned the conversation so far.

"I don't even know what I'm talking about. To the west and south, the words go hand in hand, right? That means there must have been an old bond before the kingdom was divided."

"Before the kingdom is divided,"

That, apparently, was a conscious word for Tia, who was being silent.

Aldous' eyes looked at Tia and Tia.

"The four kingdoms were born a long time ago, 600 years or something. Before that, there was no such thing as a country in the first place, and we were all brothers worshipping the same God, right? So... when the four kingdoms were founded, some human beings who didn't want to be the people of the kingdom were drawn to the sanctuary."

Tia, who was playing "Cooking Chaska," looked back at Aldas as she leaned her little neck.

"Is that talking to Tia? Tia doesn't know much about it."

"Wah, talked!," his youngest sister glances at his body.

Tia looked back at you as she tilted her neck to the other side.

"Shouldn't Tia have spoken? Then I apologize."

"Ugh, yeah. I'm not... but I can talk to this girl, right?

And her youngest sister anxiously pulled her father's sleeve.

The old man compares his daughter to Tia with a difficult face.

"As for the people of the sanctuary, did you explain it? We are forbidden to form friendships and hostility with the people of the sanctuary."

"Ugh, yeah, okay. I don't think you need to apologize."

"Well," Tia said, letting the meal resume.

Aldas laughs bitterly as he sees it.

"This little girl, she's using the same words as us. So I guess it means that before the birth of the Four Kingdoms, they were compatriots living in the same place. It's hard to believe."

After all, even for the people of the South, Tia seems to be a peculiar being.

I guess that's because of the wild vitality of the tier, not because of the red-dyed figure or the tattoo engraved on the cheeks, etc. It was the contents, not the appearance, that separated Tia from the outside world.

"... then in the south and west, there's not so much difference in life."

I tried to pull the conversation back to correct the shaky air.

"Oh, oh," Ardus takes up the drink in a way he regains his mind, too.

"Of course, there are many fine differences. There are a lot of people in Genos who wear their southern outfits, but I don't really see the opposite."

"A southern outfit means the kind of clothes you're all wearing, right? Are these loose clothes still a western outfit?"

"Right," laughed Aldas cheerfully as I let him pinch his own leg coat.

"But the white torso that Asta is wearing sounds a bit like a southern style. I don't have a collar, so it seems odd."

"Oh, this is my hometown style."

"Oh, really? Asta's hometown, is it outside the ocean?

"Yes, I'm pretty sure it doesn't exist on this continent"

Then my youngest sister stared at me seriously.

"You're a migrant, aren't you? On second thought, aren't you more formidable than the people of the sanctuary?

"Yeah, maybe. But now he's a forest dweller, and he's the son of Selva, the Western god."

"I know. It's not like you're weird in there or out there. But I wonder how you, the emigrants, got lost in the middle of a continent like this?

"That's the biggest mystery for me, too."

The old man screwed his youngest sister.

My youngest sister just says, "I know." My youngest sister must have been worried about my mysterious origins because she watched Kamado Asta by the Forest.

"Speaking of which, even in Castle Town, that puppet play sounds like it's gaining a lot of reputation. The people I've been talking to today have been talking about it all along."

In Dial's words, Aldas said, "Hmm?" He raised his voice.

"You mean the puppet play," Kamado no Asta by the Forest "? Were those girls enough travelers to be invited to Castle Town?

"Yeah. I don't think I've gotten a pass yet, but they're inviting me to Castle Town Square just for a second a day to try. You guys, of course, are watching that play, right?

"Naturally. I think I see it once a day."

Aldas laughs cheerfully and looks more at me and Ai-Fa. I put my head on the blindfold and Eye-Fa lowered her eyelids only half as if she wanted to hide her emotions.

After confirming our reaction like that, Dial laughs with a grin and cuteness.

"That play is really well done, isn't it? We interact with people by the woods, so maybe that's what I think... Refraia, when we're still talking about that play, I'm about to cry."

Then the eldest son, who was tilting the glass, showed himself again a little frightened.

"Refraia is the name of the princess who appeared in that play. Do you have a crush on him?"

"Yeah. Refraia is never a bad person! With regard to the crime of taking Asta, I made a good atonement!

"I know. He wasn't that bad of a villain."

Then he rode himself out to Deal the way Aldas thought he would.

"That reminds me. You said you were with Asta when she was rescued by Ai-Fa. I remember hearing that at the previous banquet."

My eldest son and youngest sister compared Dial and Aldas in a way that looked heavenly.

"Dude, is that, like, a kidnapping scene?

"Were you with me then? Heh, that's amazing! If you could have made a puppet, it would have been even more amazing!

Dial lowered his eyebrows in a troubled way. She was very depressed when she said she couldn't do anything while I was incarcerated, knowing the circumstances.

"At that time, Dial put his back together well, so did the Ey-Fa's maneuvers. I really appreciate it, Deal."

"No, but..."

"If you had made a strange move, you wouldn't have seen me with Asta. I once told you I was grateful for that."

And even Ai-Fa gave me cover, so Dial finally softened his expression. Deal has helped me enough, and I don't need to be depressed by old stories like this.

"But this is another odd edge that you're making out with Lord Turan. We have a job to rebuild the house in Turan now."

In Aldas' words, Dial said, "Really?" I rounded my eyes.

"Oh. We're going to accept new residents in Turan, so I asked you to rebuild your house for that. Well, there's only nine of us over here, so just give us a quote. It was a long day."

"Oh yeah! I heard about rebuilding Turan's house! This needs to be taught to Refraia too!

"No, please don't. It would be a pain in the ass if you could just keep your eyes on me."

That is what you said, of course, the eldest son.

Looking back at you, Dial smiled, "It's okay," he said.

"Originally, Leflaia knew about you guys. I had Lefreia brag about sending me another banquet with her!

"Oh, I'm not having a feast like that."

"Oh, you and your brother said you were new to Genos. But if you hear that an architect with ties to the people by the woods is working in Turan, Refraia will be happy! Refraia has special feelings for the people by the woods."

"Really?" he responded.

"I hear stories of that aristocratic daughter and son reconciling with the people of the woods. You didn't just settle, you almost bonded more than that?

"Isn't that quicker to hear from Asta?

My old man gave me a serious look and I nodded yes.

"I have special feelings for Leflaia, too, and I'm very happy because I feel like she thinks the same way over there"

"Right. Then we'll do our best, too. … well, whatever person they are, they just do a job worthy of reward."

When the old man poured Nyatta's distilled liquor into the glass, he sipped it away.

After that, I turn to my second son.

"By the way, what are you talking about? Is that the kind of mastery you can't let us hear?

My second son was much quieter, so I wasn't turning my attention either. Apparently, the second son was talking to Larvis, who was next door in the seat.

"... I'm not being rash or anything. I was just listening to Zeland."

"Then why don't you let everyone hear it? Where do you need to whisper?"

"It's true. That's what I wanted to hear."

That's what your partner said, laughing.

"I'd like to hear more about Zeland and the forest side. This is a hard opportunity. Come on."

"Yes, before I do, I think I almost ran out of food, so should I serve you some tea and sweets"

"Oh, did you even prepare the confectionery?

The women of the south, young and old, sparkled their eyes. That is the origin of sugar, the people of Jagal.

"Yes, I'm not very good at making sweets, but I don't think there's anything I can't eat"

"But street treats, they're so delicious!

"That's the stall Din's house is putting out. Tour-Din, the partitioner, is probably the best at making sweets around the woods."

Explained as such, I drove empty wood plates and pans to the edge of the hall, preparing tea and sweets.

There are two kinds of confectionery. Cookies baked in a stone kiln and "kiki flavored pancakes" aimed at reproducing plum salami. There are two kinds of cookies: plain and chocolate.

Again, out of apparent insecurity, people, except for Ai-Fa, had their hands on roughly from the cookies.

In it, the first person to give me an exclamation was my oldest son's companion, who was no less than my second son.

"This is delicious! I don't think there's anything worse than the confectionery sold to the stalls!

"Thank you. I'm referring to how to make Tour-Din, so maybe I got a little bit of a candy arm up too."

"'Cause originally, your daughter over there was handled by Asta, right? Whatever it is, I think it's delicious!

And Dial also looked satisfied.

And I'm going to take up "Kiki Flavored Pancakes" a little bit.

"And so is this sweet! This was a treat you gave me at the tea party before, wasn't it?

"Yeah. I left the cook with Dia, that's the day."

"This is delicious and funny to eat! I can only think of this kind of treat for Asta!

Even at the tea party that day, Dial was eating "kiki flavored pancakes" to his satisfaction.

Dial, who was sounding polypoly and light tones, smiles and looks back at Larvis.

"Look, if you want to try Larvis too! Because it's really funny!

"Huh," Larvis grabbed the pancake with an careless look, opening his eyes a lot.

"This is indeed… strange to eat"

"Right? This wouldn't be too sweet, and it would fit Larvis' mouth, would it?

"Right," Larvis said.

Ey-Fa, who was sneaking her eyes out satisfied and eating pancakes, looks back at you softly.

"Don't you like sweets so much, either?

"Yeah, well. Not so bad, though."

"Even you like that, does this confectionery seem delicious?

"I think this sweet treat is delicious enough, too. However, it seems to me that this kiki flavored confectionery is more suitable for my mouth."

"Well," Ai-Fa nodded only with a solemn face.

Seeing how that goes, Dial says, "Hmm?" and lean his neck.

"This is the first time Ai-Fa has heard what you think of the flavor, isn't it? Could it be that I-Fa likes this confection?

"... well, that's what's gonna happen"

"That's the way I said I took it around! It's such a long stick, why don't you just tell me some more honesty?

And, Dial gave a disgruntled look, but he let his mouth down with a recollection along the way.

"Let's go. We can still talk about this today, can't we? Let me tell you something!

Only Deal and Larvis were scheduled to stay today. It was an inexorable procedure because there was no room left in the dormitory town.

Then this time, my youngest sister looks dissatisfied with "okay."

"I would have stayed anyway! Well, I know you can't do this with such a large number of people. Come on."

"If you know, don't complain. I just need a ride to the inn. Thank you."

"With that said, even Dad really wanted to reveal the night with Asta, didn't he?

On the rare face of it, the old man abandoned it as "obnoxious". It is as if it were a time dialogue and expression of my beloved parents.

Then his companion raised his voice to take it away.

"Either way, will you be able to behave like 'Giva's Round Grill' again tomorrow at noon? So they'll have stalls at night, so I can tell you as much as I want. What are you doing? You look disgruntled."

Ever since I said it that way, my partner has laughed at me and I-Fa.

"Besides, we're such a nightmare. This treat is going to be gone soon, but I'd be happy to let you stay a little longer. Hey."

"Yes, I'm still in the mood to talk about it."

I'm sure even if I spoke until late at night, that desire would never be fully satisfied.

Still, it is a full night. It was something that I wanted to be impressed with this pleasure until tomorrow's unaffected limit.