The warmth of the world apart from the cold wind raging greeted the man who entered the store.
A cooking table using a huge fireplace and delicious dishes cooked there and smelling fragrant. And the distilled liquor that your body lights up on fire if you drink it.
The man doesn't publicly proclaim his birthplace a 'area just cold all year round', but he thinks it's just the coziness of this tavern. There must not even be this many healing places in Heaven "Ratesheor".
"Whoa, you're here, sir. Good luck."
"I knew when I saw your husband's face, I didn't feel like I was in this store."
I look out into the store as I respond with my hands up to the familiars calling me like that.
The man they call 'husband' was a regular customer for many years. If there are days when you don't come to the store, there are enough people who come to the house to see how things are going because something happened. Actually, not showing your face would be about when you're sick and sleeping.
It is a small town.
All the faces that use this tavern were from the shopkeeper to the clerk to every customer, and to 'husband' they were all like parents and children brothers.
"... hmm?
That's why it caught my eye whether or not to respond.
One sits in the back seat, the big man.
Obviously not a local person. It doesn't seem as good as the upper back scissors, but the width is large. But not the impression of obesity, its standing as if it were a stubborn rock.
The jacket is made of black and qualitative fur, but its underwear is characteristic. This bizarre patterned thick leg coat, Hawes, is a mixture of green and gray.
The face, too, is boneless that suits its rocky appearance and standing. Now, the statue is shaped in a straight shape. He was a young man characterized by short aligned silver hair and blue, clear eyes, with a slightly less approachable atmosphere that made no joke.
Are you in your mid-twenties to thirties at best? In a small cup that is not commensurate with his large physique and thick palm, he drinks "Ya" with a little bit of booze.
"Hey, brother. I've never seen this shop before."
As he has done so before, 'Husband' sat down to an empty seat opposite him.
that young man, who turned to face with chirali,
"... Yep"
Answer with a thick, low voice, as you can imagine from the outside.
"Brother, you're not from around here. It's an unusual outfit... an adventurer?
"… that's what it is"
"Right, right, that's a big deal. I've lived in this town for fifty years since I was born. Everybody calls me Dana."
She laughs a little and talks casually.
"What do you say, the food and booze in this store? Pretty mon, huh?
Laughing proudly as if he had made it himself, 'Husband' looks at the bottle of liquor he is drinking his little one.
"Whoa, bro, let's do this. You're drinking 'Voln', right?"
It was a Badalnoise specialty, a distilled liquor called Vornquart. The more people supposedly drink to warm their cold bodies, the stronger the alcoholic ingredients.
"It's not amazing, brother, I can't believe you didn't drink it and change one of your complexions."
"... the strength of the liquor... may be conceded by my father"
"Really? What kind of booze does your father like?"
"My father said... he liked vodka and drank it"
"Vo......? Wouldn't it be Voln? Well, that's a name I've never even heard of when I was a liquor lover. I haven't either."
There were two things to know in the quiet response of the youth.
One is the name of a liquor you don't even know about the liquor lover 'husband'. That means he must have come from somewhere far away, not from this neighborhood.
And one is that his father won't be around anymore. Because I just said, 'I was drinking'.
I kept dealing with various visitors to this store, and I was able to detect such circumstances. Whether those predictions actually hit us or not is another story.
"Okay, I don't drink more. I'll pay for it here."
In that language, there was the first faint change of expression in the youth.
"To strangers, such..."
"Don't be sad, I'm no longer a 'stranger'. Everyone who uses this store is one of them. Hey, an extra order! Bring me the example!
I guess I felt it was useless to say no.
"... it hurts"
The large young man with the statue faintly drowned his head.
The two of us are chicken and sober.
'Husband' spoke unilaterally, to the extent that the youth occasionally returned the gavel, but there was no heavy air there.
"... ooh... this is turning into kara too"
The 'husband', completely red-handed, tried to call the clerk.
"No, I'm free now."
Youth raise their hands and block them. Thick...... was too thick an arm.
"Well. That's too bad. Like I said, I have the payment. Come back."
"... thank you for your generosity"
"Oh, yeah, that's right, brother"
'Husband' rushes to call on the young man who rises without even feeling drunk, just saying he had lost consciousness.
"If you like... why don't you tell me your name"
……
"I can't, I don't mean. I was so close to you."
"... myself, Mercosia. My name is Mercosia Aitomatov."
"Right."
Now, on Mercosia's back with her back turned,
"Come back, Mel."
Mercosia's movements stop, as if she had even been shot through by an arrow.
Keep it that way, leave it for about a full second.
"... thank you. One day I'll see you again... be sure."
One last glimpse of the 'husband', Mercosia followed the busy evening liquor store.
When I went outside, it was as if the cold winds were causing powdered snow every other world.
Night breeze that makes my warm body seem to get cold soon though.
But the cold in my home town wasn't like this, my father tells me.
What my late father now taught me was a different language from the Irish language and the martial arts of proximity called 'Systema'.
And...
(... Mel, huh)
My parents once called me, my own nickname.
Reflect on the tavern only once.
……
As he was immersed in unspoken sentiment, ripples swayed in Mercosia's ear.
"This is Mercosia."
"Hi-hi, it's a weasel. Is the comms okay now?
"is, no problem...... Dr. Kinzor"
"Then the" her "check-up is over. So why don't you pick me up?"
"Ha... immediately. … and how did it go"
'Hi-hi... should I describe it as not as good, successful, as it has been in the past? I was surprised myself. I heard the story, but that woman's stomach is a delicacy. He's also one of Badalnois' premier chanteers, Maggie. Bye, but I'm surprised. Is this also a thought of the ice god Cure Renee......?
"... I didn't know the teacher would say that much."
Are you saying that a presence has finally been created that can maximize the results of 'fusion'?
"For one thing, this is the end of the big job... but I don't think the Orchesters are going to like me. I need to be uptight here and earn my trust...... hiccup. Okay, I'll wait. '
"Excuse me."
After a brief communication, Mercosia walks out.
There were no more tender expressions felt faintly until earlier. Its face remains the same as the plaster statue.
Just one resilient warrior just moves on.
Rough snow winds, not even.