916 Count Turan's Dinner Party ① ~ Reunion ~

Thus, it is the holiday three days later - the fourteenth day of the month of tea.

We were set to head to Castle Town just past Jomtien.

It is a dinner party of the Count Turan family, welcoming the nobles of Gerd.

And on this day, there will also be a dinner party at the Earl of Saturas. They say you are a wedding celebration of the person who is the niece of the winning Ruidros.

We are talking about it being an inner dinner party, but still the other party is the Count's house. Moreover, the fierce request from the Lord's first son, Leeheim, led Rayna-Lew to entrust the partitioner. If I served dishes that I couldn't do with this, I guess I'd be putting mud on the faces of Leeheim and Ruidros. Since the decision was taken to host this dinner party, Raina-Lou has been more excited than usual.

Of course, we are a castle town with unbeatable enthusiasm. This is it, and I'm the one who says it. Even if all the dinner party attendees were willing opponents, they could never be distracted or anything like that.

"It's a real honor to be able to help Asta with her work on a day like this. I want to do everything I can to make sure you don't pull your legs off."

In the moving carriage, the Rats ladies said so. Word is a big smile as usual, on the back. But also, it should have been her strength to be in the ordinary mind at times like this.

Fay-Baim and the like are getting stiff all over the place. Doing Kamadu's work for nobility in Castle Town is an unusual thing, after all. Because she was serious, the pressure seemed to be heavy.

"Please drain your shoulders, Fay-Baim. If you could wield your powers as usual, that would be perfectly fine."

"Wow, I know. I'll take care of it."

That's how the van arrived at the castle gate while Fay-Baim's nervousness could not be lifted.

Eleven humans disembark from the two cars, accompanied by two escorts, Pratica and Nicola, on the seven Kamadu numbers.

Kamadhu's help included Tour-din on Yun-Sudra, Ray-Matua on Malfira-Naham, and Rats' women on Fay-Baim. The escort, of course, was accompanied by the eldest brother of Ravitz, from among his family members who were - and are - in the period of rest.

"Oh, it's been months since you've visited this place! Well, I only visited once for baptism."

Ravitz's eldest brother, who stepped down to the ground, was rarely looking up at the walls.

There, the usual old martial officer approaches.

"I've been waiting for you, folks by the woods. You two have your own passports, right?

Pratica and Nicola nodded, "Yes."

"Now, after you've crept through the castle gate, get in the car.... We talked about eleven people this time, were you sure you wanted to have one car?

"Yes, I don't think there's anything cramped about it, as no one is that big"

"I understand. Okay, there you go."

I entrust Gill and Fafa to the man, and we approach the Totos car.

It was still Gardell waiting for us there.

"Oh, I've been waiting for you. Za, take your seats."

"Yes, this time, you were able to meet again soon"

When I said that, Gardell smiled vaguely.

"... Lord Asta is in a position to be invited to Castle Town so often. Well, I don't know... don't say goodbye, I feel afraid a lot"

"I can't believe it's scary. There's no reason for Gardell, originally a castle folk, to be afraid of us using passes to get in and out, is there?

"Shit, the petty officer, etc. was born to say you're a lowlife. That's why we're part of a militia, not a Kingsguard."

Then Ey-Fa, who was silently sloppy, raised his voice to Urunou.

"Isn't that the same thing as that Devious? Still, isn't he so grand?"

"Sir, the captain was born in the cavalier class. You can't compare it to me."

My name is back on "me" again. Somehow, he seemed a lot disturbed.

"Let it be, I have offered to indulge. Come on, get in. We'll be leaving soon."

"... um. I pray there will be peace in your heart"

That's how we're supposed to fit in the seat of a fine Totos car.

When the door is closed by the hand of a martial artist, Ravitz's eldest brother, who is also slammed against the wall, shrugs his shoulder "hump".

"You're a much weaker man. With such sexual roots, does the job of soldier or something come together?

"In fact, he does a great job of taking over the great sinner Silhouel. Certainly not the right temper for rough things, but let's be praiseworthy."

"Yeah, but I don't like nagging men. They can't fake it to that mood."

"Then shut up.... and why don't you calm down, too?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. If you shake a little, you're gonna touch yourself."

That being said, Ravitz's eldest brother smiled hazy.

Yun-Sudra and the others are smiling as they lower their eyebrows as they struggle to react. He is familiar with everyone here because he visits Fa's house and lodging town every once in a while, but only the bloodline Malfira-Naham was still known for his heart.

When the Totos car finishes crossing the jump bridge, the guards at the castle gate confirm the number of people. Later, Pratica and Nicola, who crept through the castle gate with their own passes, came into the car. Five people each sat loosely in the left and right seats because Ravitz's eldest brother was standing for me.

"I am sincerely grateful for this kind of day, tour, forgiveness"

Pratica sitting on the other side of the Ai-Fa, lowering her head. The words had already been heard many times since last night.

"It seems awful, but it was the nobles who allowed me to visit. You don't have to thank us."

"But you took it and fulfilled it, Asta and the others. Deep and grateful."

Pratica retained the attitude of not relying on Alvach's position even during these times. Nicolas, an associate of the Count Dalaim family, is likewise. Therefore, this time it was also decided to deliver words to the castle town via Shayla and obtain permission from the host, Count Turan, to visit.

That is how the Totos car arrives at the VIP Hotel, once Count Turan's house, just as it was ten days ago. Refraia and the others live in the official residence, and the city well will still rent this place today because of the cumbersome procedures involved in getting people in and out of there.

The members who will be visiting for the first time look around the mansion, exfoliating curiosity and tension. The masonry we are so used to seeing will still be amazing at first sight. Especially Ravitz's eldest brother and others, who seemed to have a long hazy face.

"Now, please clean yourself up here"

Guided by his lowest surname, he is led to the bathroom.

I'm alone with Ravitz's eldest brother, and I'm set to step in between being a stripper.

"Hmm. Being naked in a place like this is quite unsettling!

Saying it that way, Ravitz's eldest brother had thrown what he had undressed into a grass cage that looked like it.

The back length is about 150 centimetres, but its body has meat on it firmly. Still, the impression is that the supple and practical muscles cover the five bodies, not the bone too much like the people of the south. Now, only from the neck to the top were each bone fractured, which was a lot unbalanced.

"Well, here you go, then"

I said I didn't need help with my last name, so it would be my role to invite him into the bathroom. To the look of a steamy bathroom with a scent like yomogi, Ravitz's eldest brother said again, "Whew!" He was raising his voice.

"This is a face demon! It's like a gigantic garlic!

"Haha. I knew at first, anyone would think that way."

Answering like that, I was biting off a secret emotion.

It was also in this mansion that I first met the Refraiers.

Sanjula and the others were exposed in the Inn Town, and when they woke up, they pushed them into this bathroom, and they cooked without even knowing - and that's how they were supposed to face Lefreia.

(Refraia back then was arrogant and arrogant on the shore... I never thought I could have such a reassuring relationship)

Refraia must have had that temper by rebelling against Cycleus, who has a strong, lonely and cramped life.

But perhaps Cycleus took care of Lifreia, so he had to. I dared to keep Leflaia away from myself to avoid being poked weak by my dreaded real brother, Silel, and to make my life strong as a bird in a bird basket. That is how Cycleus feared Silhouel, but therefore fell into the path of evil himself, so that he was never praised - yet Cycleus should not have hated or neglected his flesh parents as Silhouel did.

(I guess Lefreia could have gotten back on the right path too because I could understand that)

When I thought of it that way, Ravitz's eldest brother stuck his neck out from across the steam.

"What are you scared of, Asta? Weren't you talking about rubbing your body with this tree belly?

"Oh, yes, they are. The vapor lifts up the dirt from your body, so you sneak it off."

"Hmm. How much quicker would it be to wear water"

Rubbing his brown skin so tightly, Ravitz's eldest brother looks up at me with a gold pot of mandarin.

"You looked a lot more serious, Asta. Are you so concerned about your work today?

"Yep. Of course this is an unacceptably important job of failure... I was just thinking of something else now"

"About Count Turan's house, huh? After this, you were talking about exchanging words with the nobles before work?

"Yes, stories involving the people of the North are hard to talk about when they have extra ears… specially, we're going to have time"

"The rest of us don't mean our compatriots by the woods, do we?

"Yes. If you're worried, come with me... Oh, but you have a job as an escort, too, don't you? So why don't we ask Malfila-Naham to accompany us?

When I answered that, Ravitz's eldest brother snorted "Han".

"If we trust you, we need to imitate you like that. You mean Fa and Ravitz haven't even bonded their trust yet"

"Oh, no, I never meant to..."

"It's a joke. I was the one who said what I suspected earlier."

and is the eldest brother of Ravitz, who hoists the edge of his mouth.

"Well, at best, I'll deepen my bond with the nobles. I will gladly give you such a troublesome role."

"I understand. With all due respect, as a representative of the people of the woods, let me finish my work."

In keeping with Ravitz's oldest brother's temper, I decided to joke and answer, too.

However, although I am joking, I often feel sorry for the words of Ravitz's eldest brother. While floating, it seems to be poking sharply at its essence somewhere - which is why it remains to feel the Camua-Josh plated atmosphere.

(Besides, for me, I don't have to joke or talk lightly about Refraia.)

That's how we cleaned ourselves up early, and we went back to the corridor wearing our original outfits.

"Thank you for waiting. Well, then, so are the women."

That's all I got to say, I'm gonna breathe.

He also found Chiffon-Cher in the corridor under the Ey-Pha.

"... it's a hiccup, Master Asta... you seem magnificent and most importantly..."

In a relaxed western language, Chiffon-Cher greeted me that way.

It was a luxurious curly hair with a northern folk honey color, deep purple eyes, white skin to pull out, and a fleshy, smooth length - an elegant, soothing appearance that looked really crackly.

"Then shall we cleanse ourselves too?"

The women disappear during the next, spearheaded by a refreshing foothold of Ai-Fa. Only five small names and soldiers were left behind for me and Ravitz's eldest brother, Chiffon-Cher.

"Duh, thanks for hitting on me. You look good there, above all."

I managed to make him smile when he was still feeling a little unexpected.

Next to it, Ravitz's eldest brother is in arms with "Hmm".

"Are you the one who serves the nobility of the North? I see he looks hard to see in town."

"I'm afraid... we are honoring the lord of Count Turan's house, Lady Lifreia's maiden..."

Chiffon-Cher is smiling with a very soft look. From the time we met, she was an extremely gentle woman - but it still seemed to me that Cycleus and Silhouel had been so polished by their softness after they had been tried as great sinners.

"Master Refraia will be waiting for you upstairs in your room… when the ladies return, we will guide you there…"

"Yes, thank you"

There was also a small surname and the figure of a soldier on this occasion, so I couldn't tell him much about getting in.

In about fifteen minutes, the Ai-Fas will be back. Everyone was pompous and uplifting their faces, and Fay-Baim and others, among others, seemed to relax at all times.

"A bathroom is something you like comfortably. It's like they melted something bad in your body."

"Really? If you like it, most importantly."

So we were led to our respective locations. Me and I-Fa are upstairs in the room, and the other members are by the kitchen, between refrains. It was only a meeting with Refraia for a moment to come, so everyone else was supposed to take their time to feed their English.

Break up with everyone on the way up the corridor and climb the stone stairs. Going upstairs in this building felt a lot cracklier.

Are all the guests out of town, and the VIP hotel is quiet. And I didn't even see the guard in front of the room where I was guided.

"I beg your pardon... I have brought Master Asta and Master Ai-Fa..."

When Chiffon-Cher calls, the door opens from the inside. From there it was Sanjula who met again in the stall even a few days ago.

"I've been waiting for you. Go ahead."

With a gentle smile, Sanjula points indoors. Ai-Fa, who had finally been able to break his guard against Sanjula in recent years, nevertheless entered the room with caution and glance.

"I've been waiting for you, Ai-Fa to Asta. Thank you so much for taking the time out today."

Refraia, who was sitting in the bench, stands up to thank your lady. Musul, who had refrained right next to it, thanked him with a tense face.

Meeting with Musulu is also the first of its kind. As always, he has a mustache wrapped around the lower half of his face, making a tough face with each. But his face and body were just as tight as they were the last time I saw him, and he wasn't returning to being blunt cow-meated the first time we met.

"Come on, sit down. Can I get you some tea, Alou? Though there seems to be some preparation for a chat."

"Thank you. Same as Refraia, please."

When I answered that way, Refraia happened to glow her tiny eyes.

"Asta. Have you forgotten your promise yet? There's no one here who wouldn't allow a cheap word, is there?

"Oh, you did. We've only seen each other recently."

As far as I can tell, Refraia looked fine. Like at a new ingredient unveiling, I don't look like I took it. Refraia shrugged her shoulders to feel at ease, then lowered her back to her own bench, "Well, fine," she said.

"Besides, I have to say thank you for the dinner party proposal. We were in a position where we had to deepen our bonds with the Gerds, but we didn't even think of having dinner. Absolutely nothing short of a detour."

Refraia has gained momentum, as if she were trying to take back what was last time she was an oligarchy. I'm in a good mood, rapping - come on, it feels unnatural enough.

(... I thought you were imposing somewhere?

What I thought that way was because of Muscle's appearance. Musul is anxiously anxious to see Lifreia speaking in a pleasant way.

As Refraia thus attempted to overlap the words further, Ai-Fa stopped him "wait". Its eyes look back at Sanjula behind it.

"I'm sorry, can't you come over here, too? It's not that I don't trust you... it's still unsettling to stand behind a man of power like you."

Sanjula listens to Ai-Fa with a quiet face. After he put us through the room, he stood behind us to protect the door.

"Besides, Asta should want to have a word with you, too. In such a place, it would also be difficult"

"Right. You're here too, Sanjula. Chiffon-Cher, Sanjula and Musulu, please have some tea."

"No, I 'm--" Lefreia whispered quickly, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"This is not a meeting about anything, but a place to warm up old relationships. I don't like it or I have to lump it at night, so let yourselves go now."

As such, chairs were also to be prepared for Musul and Sanjula.

In addition, a chair is given to Chiffon-Cher, who prepares the tea. Refraia pointed to the appearance, smiling brightly.

"I guess letting a samurai or squire sit in the same place is a serious act that is in the nobility. But this is how we all surround the table when we invite Dial."

"Oh, yeah. You used to buy stall dishes until Dial bought them for Lefreia."

"Yeah, right. Me and Deal have been busy lately, so I can't really handle the time. So while it's hard to have lunch with me, I find time to enjoy my tea."

That being said, Refraia smiled with a grin.

Maybe I'm imposing on you somewhat, but I don't suppose you're lying about this look. That somehow seems like a busy aristocratic princess is very happy to have a place to talk with her friends who are relieved by the crackle - such a warm feeling that she let me hold her.

Refraia also turned thirteen at the beginning of last month. Oddly enough, they are of the same age as Pratica and Ray-Matua and Zwei-Rutim, which were the subject of the inn's stopover. The back length also seems to be a lot loose, and the chestnut hair, which has just been shortened, is getting a lot longer. And since she separated herself from her father, she had become a very grown-up peek at her expression.

(My goodbye to Cycleus must have grown Refraia... but it was the Chiffon-Chels who supported that hard time)

When Cycleus returned his soul, the way Refraia went out of her way to visit the Inn Town is still burning in the back of her brain. Leaning against Refraia, dressed in mourning, Chiffon-Cher was what made him look like a family.

"You're also going to use ingredients transported from Gerd at dinner tonight, aren't you? I haven't looked forward to seeing what kind of food they serve since yesterday."

For a while then, an irregular conversation was to continue.

Deepening ties in this way is also an important purpose today. But I couldn't do it for another important purpose.

"So, um... what happened to the story of the people of the North moving to Jagal? Soon enough, a group of pickups will arrive from Jagal, right?

When I cut it out, Refraia smiled, "Yes."

"You should arrive within the tea moon at the latest. In other words, Genos asked me to make it late in the tea month. See, the end of the tea month is already the rainy season, right? During the rainy season, the job of harvesting Fuwano and Maria will also be off, so in the meantime, it's a formula for accepting new residents and getting them to work when the rainy season breaks."

"Oh, I see. So, Chiffon-Cher..."

"Chiffon-Cher was allowed to meet with his family working at Turan just yesterday."

To Lifreia's casual remarks, I was supposed to be breathtaking.

Chiffon-Cher lays her eyes down quietly, holding a secluded smile in her mouth.

"Or family, you mean Eleo-Cher. We've talked about this before."

"Yes. Asta has spoken to Chiffon-Cher's brother every once in a while. And, of course, Asta came up on the subject."

Every time I do that, I don't look at you. One year before Easter, when the people of the North were driven out to expand the space in the open-air area, and the rest when the people of the North were raided by Gibba in the works of cutting new streets by the woods - that's how much I should have exchanged words with Eleo-Cher.

"It was Asta who first told me about the safety of the man named Eleo-Cher. Asta is a benefactor. As master of Chiffon-Cher, I would also like to offer my thanks once again."

"No, I don't care about that... for what, the two of you seeing each other?

"Of course, to make sure you feel the same way."

Refraia said so with a smiling face.

This look - it's a lie.

No, maybe I'm not lying, but I'm smiling and covering up my inner emotions. For some reason, I could have been so sure.

"You two have been separated for years now, but you're still family. You can't transfer God without knowing how you feel, can you? So I finally got the forgiveness of Lord Genos."

"Right. So, is Chiffon-Cher... moving to Jagal?

"Of course," Refraia smiled.

"Now Chiffon-Cher will be freed from his slavery. Of course I get inconvenient, and although I miss losing the Chiffon-Cher that has accompanied me for so many years... but I am more than happy to do so"

Musul and Sanjula look very worried about what Refraia looks like.

Chiffon-Cher smiles quietly, not trying to lift his laying eyes.

Knowing or not what was going on with such people, Refraia overlaid her words with a flamboyant voice.

"Asta, you've been so worried about me and Chiffon-Cher. Because that's you, there's something I'd like to clarify... can I ask you for this without saying anything else?

"... yeah. Don't hesitate to ask me anything."

"Thank you. Now I'm not even talking about hiding it. As a matter of fact, for the past year, I've been plotting a better life for the people of the North who work in Chiffon-Cher and Turan."

It was an astonishing confession.

Refraia goes on to say it all the more as she brightens her tinted eyes.

"It was my father who gathered the people of the North to Turan, so I thought I had a responsibility to do so. But you can't. No matter how much a little girl like me twisted her head, it wouldn't have taken her long to set such a course. … so much so that the story of moving the people of the North to Jagal was raised."

I see the moment the story lifts. In the first place, the story of Dells, a miso merchant, hanging out in Pole Earth, began.

"But even Selva's best strategist wouldn't have found a better answer than that, would he? Slaves are slaves because they've improved their treatment. If it is unacceptable to return the people of the North to Mahdra, it must be the best way to transfer God to Jagal or Sim. I guess what I feel sorry for is that I couldn't come up with it on my own."

"Yeah... but the Refraia..."

"Don't look like that, Asta. I am truly delighted."

Whispering my words, that's what Refraia said.

"I confess because I can't help hiding anymore, but I care more about Chiffon-Cher than anyone else.... Oh, of course I don't mean to take Sanjula or Musul lightly, but I wonder if that's the kind of insecurity between women. To me, Chiffon-Cher was... very special. You're supposed to be in a position to resent me, but you've devoted so much... that's what you've been like in your family"

"Princess......" it was Musul, not Chiffon-Cher himself, who raised his voice. In the small, dimpled eyes, there are tears in my eyes.

Chiffon-Cher kept his eyes down and lay his hands gently over Lefreia's little hand. Refraia smiles at Chiffon-Cher and Musul before turning back towards me.

"That is why I am heartily pleased. I am more than happy to see Chiffon-Cher free from his status as a slave to have a happy ending with his real family... than anyone else in the world. Compared to my joy, my feeling of loneliness is not enough to take."

Refraia said so with an adult smile.

But after all, that smile - it never seemed like she was trying so hard to catch tears.