CH 84.1

While we were drinking all day, festival goers seemed to be pouring into Schenker Street before we knew it.

The music hadn’t even started yet and some of the old men had already started drinking.

I wondered if the people of Torquiva were too hungry for entertainment or if my second brother’s publicity campaign had gone too far.

Isuka came to pick up second brother for the starting speech. Even eldest brother and I were taken out and lined up on a platform in front of the headquarters.

I’m pretty sure eldest brother and I are unnecessary here.

「Look at that! It’s the three brothers!」

「Mou, Sawadi-chan, have you graduated from the academy yet?」

「Granma, Sawadi has already become a noble scholar.」

「You were still this small yesterday, crying when your head butler and your elder brothers beat your ass.」

「That was ten years ago.」

Second brother called me here but it’s so painful with so many neighbors parents’ and relatives in front……

However, second brother didn’t seem to care at all and with his usual smile, grabbed the microphone part of the broadcast magic construct and began to cheerfully greet the audience.

『Hello, everyone! We are blessed with clear skies today, making it a very nice day for the festival! Although this festival only has a short history, we hope you will enjoy yourselves before you return home! Then……cheers!』

“Oooohhhhh!” replied the drunken guys who had gathered here since morning.

Also, why are you proposing a toast this early?

Regardless of the content of the speech, the music of the band started and the calls of the street vendors began to echo throughout the street.

You can only hear bargaining from the top of the five-story apartment buildings which are only two buildings complete.

This building, which is slightly lower than the main building of the Magic Academy, is a new landmark that can be seen from anywhere in Torquiva…..

I don’t think that such a square, gray building can be considered a landmark though. However, I suppose that in this world, just being tall is enough to make one look unusual.

And in such an apartment building, there seems to be a guy who has opened a room and is using it as a store.

A banner was hung outside and bargaining was ongoing in front of the apartment.

What is it? North Home Cooking? I can’t even imagine what it is.

Are they going to serve it with potatoes?

Well, it’s good that they have a strong business spirit……

While I was thinking about this, a woman with a familiar face approached us as she tried to push her way through the people in front of the stand.

Her eyebrows are knitted and she has an expression that somehow resembles the head butler.

Her voice was also so loud that it could easily be heard from the front to the back of the store.

She was my eldest brother’s wife, the head butler’s daughter, Raiza.

「Bastard! How long are you going to stay here? The stores are open during the festival!」

If people who don’t know my eldest brother heard this, they might think she’s a devil wife.

In reality, everything’s my eldest brother’s fault and my sister-in-law is actually a great wife.

「Ah, your wife…..」

「Hello, sister in law Raiza.」

「Sawadi-kun, did this guy do anything inappropriate?」

「Haha, nothing」

「Let’s go!」

The festival has just begun but eldest brother has already been taken away by sister in law. The three Schenker brothers disbanded fast.

Well, it’s not like there’s any special effect if the three of us gather.

As we get older and start living separately, it becomes quite difficult for us siblings to get together so……I guess I felt a little sad.

「Ah, then, I’ll be at the headquarters. Have fun today!」

「Yeah, you too, brother.」

Second brother followed the disappearance of eldest brother. Now, I feel like I was left out.

In the meantime, I should look for something to eat and maybe I’ll meet someone I know while eating.

I walk through the festival, which is already crowded, listening to the band of instruments like guitars, and percussionists, playing cheerful tunes.

I threw coins at the street performer juggling knives and chilled out at unauthorized merchants selling trinkets on cloths laid out on the ground.

As I listened to a minstrel playing his guitar between the stalls who was telling news about the western front, I noticed an spectator biting into something that looked good. What is that thing?

Apparently, it was a crepes sold at a food stand right next to us.

The yellow eggs contrast beautifully with the brown ingredients and the dish looks irresistibly delicious.

Alright, I’ll buy one too.

As I approached the crepe stall, I finally met a familiar face.