And time passed, and the next day it was the day of the Teluka Martial Arts Festival. The nobles of each royal family had already been invited to the imperial castle of "Teluka", where they exchanged high interest and jokes about the festival. Of course, Yuri, the first prince of "Maristel", and Lauren, the second prince, were also laughing, but in their stomachs they were already moving tokens for the future....

Now, with all these stupid thoughts, Saya enjoyed the festival with her two beloved daughters. Looking at the street stalls of the festive market and the sparkling eyes of Lana and Shea, Saya's chest warmed to the cuteness of her daughters' age, who thought they were strong at the age of 10.

"Hey, Mom! I want to do that goldfish!

"I can't even throw away my baked corn..."

Lana seems to be interested in play-related stalls and Shea in food-related stalls. She looks like a twin, but this kind of thing makes her smile completely different from the other two, but I have to say something because I'm a mother.

"Total of 2. It's good to be obsessed with stalls, but I only have a penny for you. Don't waste it."

Saya was like a mother, and when she said that to the two of them, they said, "Ha!!" and he replied cheerfully to each of the stalls that he was interested in.

"Fufufu... oh dear. It seems that you will run out of the allowance I gave you. Well, as a precaution, I've given you a lot...."

Saya smiled and said so.

Well, even so, I don't think Saya would waste a lot of time if they did. However, I wanted to keep the money just in case there was a fact that they were being targeted. Well, whatever happens to them in the first place, Saya can always deal with it right away....

"Well... it's not like I was watching the two of you, but the parent where they're having fun is innocent of the boulders..."

I knew that no matter how sad my parents were, my kids wouldn't enjoy it. Honestly, I can't wipe out the loneliness, but I can't help it. In the meantime, Saya thought she would look around the stall appropriately.

"I'm sure... the bookstore that always goes there said it would do the old book city. I wish I had something to dig up....."

Saya tried to point her foot at the bookstore where she was always going whispering....

"Saya... is it...?

Suddenly, a voice very similar to the voice of a nostalgic person appeared, and Saya looked back unexpectedly, and Saya was even more astonished.

"... sir...?

He was just a little taller and a lot more grown-up than 10 years ago, but he was definitely Magnus Litton, the master of Saya's sword...