357 346 words. Close friend?

Today is the second day of the previous festival.

The second day also follows yesterday, when buying clothes for this festival and getting dyes.

And on the 3rd and 4th days of the previous festival, everyone dances on the main street to celebrate the spring visit.

When I listened to the story, I was surprised that it was not a book festival.

Somehow, we all felt it was the flavor of the festival to dance.

The last and fifth days of the previous festival are the rest days for the next day of this festival.

"What do we do today? You want to go eat at the stall?

"What. Through this?

Look out the window.

He's amazing today.

When I look next door, I blur. Sol looking out.

"Sol, you've been looking outside lately, haven't you? You want to go play?

……

Doesn't silence mean you want to go play?

When I gently stroke my head, I shake it pully as it feels good, pressing my body against my hand.

This is a signal to stroke more.

"Sol, don't stick too much to the window. 'Cause if they see us, we could get into trouble."

"Pefu."

"You sure are an amazing guy. You want me to stop you from going outside?

"Hmm, but I'm curious about that stall I saw yesterday"

Stewed obituaries, seen in a stall near the inn.

Thinly chopped obituaries meat and white vegetables seemed to simmer deliciously.

It smelled unique and attracted me so much when I went through the front.

"Well, it sure looked delicious."

"Yeah."

When I check the stalls I care about through the window, I still have a long line of snakes.

Go in line for that or not.

It says "festival only."

That's right!

It said "festival only" to wait if you can eat after the festival.

Mr. Druid said he didn't know if that was true, but if it was true, he wouldn't be able to eat it.

"Puffy ~"

"Teriyu ~"

To the sound of Sora and Flem, he moves the gaze he was looking out into the room.

The two are round on the bed, turning right, turning left.

Again to the right, to the left.

"What are you doing?

"Come on, are you free?

Where it continues in the meantime, in the meantime.

Ciel looked at the two and slept with her back turned.

It feels like we can't hang out.

"Well, not as much fun as you play, Sola, Flem"

By the way, by the way, by the way.

"Puppy, puppy."

"Teriyu ~ Riu ~"

I haven't been able to get to the woods for about a week now, so maybe I'm free.

As more people began to gather and couldn't even fit in the square, more adventurers began to set up tents in the woods to sleep.

By that time, weak demons such as animals and obituaries were invisible.

"Well, what do we do?

"I knew I wanted to eat! Can I go buy some?

"Sure. If you decide, go with me."

"Yeah. You can't just say that festival."

I'm in a hurry somewhere when I see that one.

"You know, I'm gonna keep my eyes on you."

"Yeah."

"Hey, don't go shopping. Be a good girl."

"Puffy ~"

"Pefu."

"Teriyu ~"

"Nyah."

Ciel seems to be sleeping already.

Leave the room and close the key.

"Did you close the second one?

"Oh, I'm fine"

I was surprised to see the door keys the first day I came to the inn.

Normally it had two keys that were supposed to be one.

I wondered and asked Mr. Chickal, usually one seems fine, but when people started to grow at the festival, he wanted me to use two keys.

It seems to be a countermeasure to crime aimed at those coming at the festival.

Incidentally, when the second key is opened outside of the matching key, an alarm sounds.

I heard the story, but this alarm was going off at some inn yesterday.

I was surprised because it was quite loud.

Get out of the inn and head to the stall.

Connect your hands so you don't get separated from Mr. Druid, but there are more people than yesterday.

A little flushed by a wave of people, but managed to arrive at the intended stall.

"I've been looking from the top, but you're pretty lined up"

"Right. But it still smells good"

Line up with Mr. Druid.

It's until today that I buy clothes, so the people who buy them are amazing, but the people in the store who sell them in are amazing.

Look at the sellers when it's powerful.

As I slowed down, I saw the street sign.

The sign reads: "Stewed obituaries, limited time only for the festival. I will give it to you in a slightly lukewarm state for the crowd '.

"There you are."

When I stand in front of the stall because the order has come, I hear an energetic voice.

"3 Servings of Stewed Obitunes"

I just put the simmered one in the container, so the stall rotation seems pretty good.

"Looks delicious. Looking forward to it."

"Ah. Store owner, are you sure this simmering is only during the festival?

"Yeah, it is. Usually I'm an arms dealer, and I don't have anything to do with cooking."

"What? An arms dealer?

"Yes. This simmer is my father's specialty dish, who was a drinker. I wanted to revive you for the duration of the festival."

I wonder if your father is dead when it comes to resurrection.

"Did you?"

"Yes, please wait, it's better to make it hot."

"Thanks"

Receive a simmer from the owner and return to the inn.

I managed to get through the crowd and arrive at the inn.

"Don't be nervous when you have food"

"Yeah. Glad I didn't spill it"

Get inside with your hands on the inn door.

Then, two men in beautiful clothes were talking to Mr. Chickal.

Hi, the atmosphere is not good.

"What is it?

"I don't like it. Let's just get up there."

"Whoa. You're the ones staying in this inn."

Surprised by the tyrannical attitude of men.

Mr. Druid stood between me and the men all the time and hid me.

"Don't bother your customers!

I can hear Mr. Chickal in a hurry.

Were you rubbing it after all?

"Annoying, shut up. Hey, open your room right now. This is an order from the nobles."

Wow, those are amazing people.

"There is no nobility or anything else for those attending the festival. This is a festival decision."

"I don't care about that stuff. You can't have one room for us, so we'll have a room for ourselves. That's all. What are you guys doing? Open the fucking room."

I wonder what I'll do.

Look softly at Mr. Druid.

Angry.

Unhelpful, angry.

But it's noble.

"Sounds like fun"

"What?"

Is that it?

I think I've heard this voice somewhere.

"What, are you gonna give us an opinion?

I gently put my face out of Mr. Druid's back and look at the person whose voice I care about.

What, Lord Foronda?

Why are you here?

"No, when I came to visit someone I knew, the fools were acting stupid, so I crushed... I came to stop"

I don't know why, I'm laughing but I'm cold.

Besides, I think I heard disturbing words...

Did you come to see me?

I wrote in the fax I sent to Mr. Seiselk that he was staying at an inn called Cocologne, so it's not funny if Lord Foronda knew.

"Do you know him?"

Mr. Druid asks in a low voice.

Nod at it and tell him 'I am Lord Foronda'.

With a surprised look at the answer, he sees Lord Foronda.

"Stupid, you! You know who we are!

"No, I don't. I'm not even interested."

Haha, I'm afraid of Lord Foronda's eyes.

"We belong to the Mitchell family in the king's capital."

Wow, you're prestigious, but I wonder if you're okay.

In front of you, you're pretty angry.

"Ah. Was it the Mitchets? Um, I fell."

"Oh my God!

"Sure, you bought your anger trying to get closer to the royal family, didn't you?

Wow, Lord Foronda sounds like fun.

"Hey, how do you know that? That thing..."

"My friend was the victim of a problem you had."

"What? Friend? That."

Is that it?

Two faces of an aristocratic man turned blue at once.

"Yes, I know the lady there."

"What!"

"A close friend of mine, the victim, said I wanted to see your daughter, too. Speaking of which, it's like I or a close friend was ordering you to 'open the room' to a lady who cares... If you tell a close friend, it'll be fun, won't it?

"Hih."

The complexion of two aristocratic men passes through blue and turns into a shitty color.

I think I'm going to fall down now, but are you okay?

"Oh, we, uh, just checked to see if there's a room available! Excuse me!"

Two aristocratic men rush out of the inn.

Somehow, I don't know.