Dream Life

June 30th, entered the summer vacation at the Tilia School of Magic.

I left Doctus to return to my hometown of Rasmore.

With sunny early summer weather and no further trouble, we arrived in Periclitle, two hundred km east of Doctus, in just four days.

We used to stay at the Inn, the Arid Eagle's Nest pavilion, but we just stopped by for a little while.

I was going to visit Byron Seedorf, a mercenary I traveled with before.

I visited the inn he used to use and asked if he was there, but he was absent. It's not so strange that there are no mercenaries escorting the mercenaries, but I asked for more details. Then for about six months now, he told me that he didn't seem to be in Periclitle and that he had served somewhere.

There was a new squire in a letter from my father that I had previously received, but the letter didn't say the name of the squire if you were going to introduce me when I left.

Considering the story of Byron serving somewhere and the contents of my father's letter, I guess he was able to serve in the Lockhart family safely.

I headed to the Arid Eagle's Nest Pavilion thinking this gave me one more pleasure to return to.

The Arid Eagle's Nest was a popular inn for adventurers, and it was possible that the room was not available.

But I thought it was unlikely.

Today is July 3rd, the Summer Solstice Festival ends yesterday, and neighbors are leaving the city as well. Also, the adventurers will have a festive aftertaste, but they should be back to normal starting today or so. I mean, I figured a lot of people would be asking to stay.

As I expected, the inn was vacant.

My husband Yoan, who wore it at dinner time because he entered the inn at about 6pm but was also a cook because I was here, showed his face.

"You look better than anything. I'm busy right now, but I'll be calm in two hours, so stay."

That's what I said and went back to the kitchen.

Beatrice, who saw it, said, "Do you know a cook?," he muttered wonderfully.

By the time I had left my luggage in the room and finished taking care of my horse, the cedary sky that had been stained in the sunset had begun to turn blue.

We all finished cleaning up and headed to the dining room.

As before, this time I was able to choose the main dish from meat and fish.

When I was wondering if it was quite late, Mira, the general, said, "My man kept it for you. Whatever, you can have both".

I got both because it's a corner and Beatrice asked for meat and fish the same way. Sharon and Liddy decided to focus on fish and enjoy authentic dishes for the first time in a long time.

Fish dishes are Ivana (Ombre Chevalier) Poirette. Large enough fillets to think of as trout, the surface is crisp baked by butter, with a good aroma of appetizing butter and fish oil baked. And fresh vanilla was put on top, adding a refreshing aroma and flavor.

As always, soak the bread in melted butter, thinking it's good. With water in one hand, I thought this would be white wine.

(It smells really good. You like it because it tastes more delicate this way than trout. It would be perfect if there was just a hint of citrus in this... white wine for this. That's fresh Sauvignon Blanc too. Or Champagne with a little more acidity......)

By the time I finished eating fish dishes, meat dishes came out.

Today's meat dish is a stewed beef cheek. It is simmered in red wine, and besides celery and laurier, it has a hint of clove-like spice.

(This makes me want to drink red wine. Syrah or the dark-eyed Malbec around South America is going to fit. Or a little excited, a good guy in Bordeaux cabernet......)

I drink water, delusional in my head.

(The hardest part of a kid's body is still booze. Especially when I see Liddy and Beatrice drinking well, I think I'll stop sober......)

Though I thought so, I was cooling Liddy and Beatrice's liquor, as usual.

When I finished my meal, Yoan came from the kitchen.

"What do you say, Doctus," he walked as he removed the apron.

He's smiling and nodding when I say, "I'm having fun."

Noticed Beatrice sitting beside me, "No, you're the first face I've ever seen this one. I'm Yoan," he says softly.

Beatrice also said, "It's Beatrice. It was a good meal," he responded with a smile.

Joan sat in her chair smiling and nodding at her,

"By the way,“ Scotch ”is an example, but we're finally getting in."

I finally heard the word, and I thought it took me quite a while, and I questioned it, "I thought I was going for it."

Yoan raised his hands in a way that felt like a lift,

"Since about last summer, they've bought more Dwarves for Ars - the king's capital in the southern Kaum kingdom. Henry from the Norton Chamber of Commerce - the president of the Norton Chamber of Commerce, who escorted him outbound - negotiated and managed to attach a promise to have him turned once every two months, but in no time, he sells it to the Dwarves of Periclitle (here). Hey, can't you handle it?"

Apparently, more consumption in Ars made it harder to supply to others.

But Scotch needs a maturation period, so he can't increase his supply right away. In line with my plan, I produce the same amount of luxury products that I serve in three years and sleep in for more than 10 years. For long-term aging, I am not willing to sell it at the moment, no matter how popular it becomes. This is what my father, the lord and owner of the distillery, has also acknowledged.

(You're in trouble. Short-term maturation or... smaller barrels and shorter periods of sleep? There's nothing I can't ship in about two years. Well, I don't know if I'll try. The rest is slightly irregular, but the scent should be applied quickly by reusing the barrel. When I get home, I need to fix this...)

Yoan's story says that if you can drink reputable scotch in Ars, the Dwarves in Periclitle will push over with their arrival and they'll be out in no time.

When I first put him in three months ago, he was worried he would sell it for this price, but he said dozens of dwarves showed up the day he came in to hear where he'd been.

And I vacated about a hundred liters of scotch overnight.

The next one in, he said, was last month, and even though he didn't advertise it, the Dwarves showed up from nowhere, enough to run out of places for guests to eat. For that reason, he quickly put out a table and chairs in the backyard and created an extraordinary liquor store. It was decided that the day was gone in just two hours.

"I'm sorry, but you can double the price. No, you can triple it out. Can you turn a barrel or so every ten days? The Dwarves are loud in the evening. When are you going in?"

I shake my head gently, reflecting that I was licking a species called Dwarf.

Sure, there are hundreds of dwarves here in Periclitle. There are many skilled blacksmiths, and many adventurers are top notch. So there are a lot of people with high incomes for the price, but I still couldn't believe that this price of booze would be gone in no time.

For some reason, it pushes Scotch on the day he enters. That was strange and I couldn't help it.

(And do you even feel the smell of booze? No, Beltram - a blacksmith in the village of Rasmore - was ravishing if you could smell liquor from a kilometer away. I thought it was Junuh, but out of the blue, maybe it's the inherent ability of the dwarves in this world... but we don't have a hitter at the moment...)

I bowed my head to Yoan,

"I'm sorry, but I can't make any promises at the moment. I'll try to hit my hand as hard as I can, but that takes three years to make. It's three years from now."

Joan dropped his shoulder disappointingly and groaned, "Three years... until then I have to deal with that (...) Dwarf..."

I heard that whine and for some reason I felt a gaze from the kitchen.

As I turned my gaze toward the kitchen, I felt like I had seen Dwarves looking for booze and peeking into the kitchen like a ghost.

Fourth of July the following day.

Starting today, we will take the Ars streets from here in Periclitle - the main streets of the North and the South connecting Ars, the king capital of the Kingdom of Kaum, from Periclitle - south.

Today's destination is the village of Meigle. It's only 25 km, so it's okay to get out slowly.

So far, I don't even see tiredness in Sharon, who has the least strength, so I didn't rest in Periclitle and hit travel day today.

From Thornblow - a fortified city about eighty-five km south of Periclitle - to Kilnarek - a city close to the village of Rasmore - sixty km is a difficult place for demons, bandits to surrender, where they intend to be cautious. So from today on, I won't be able to, and I'm making it an itinerary to get into the inn early.

It's only 25 km, so you can go in four or five hours if you're riding. The departure was decided after 9 a.m., before which we decided to go and say hello to Geiselhale, the blacksmith of Periclitle.

Even at Geiselhale's, the sword story told me to increase the supply of Scotch there. I thought how much I liked alcohol, but I can't say much about people either, so I just said I'd do good.

Through the south gate of Periclitle from the Guiselhale store and into Ars Street.

Five days after departure, the weather is stable, with dazzling blue skies and white clouds in summer.

In the meantime, I'm dressed like a black man.

Hot is hot, but not as hot as I thought.

Of course, unlike in winter, the inner was a thin hemp thing - something Liddy bought, but somehow this is also black - and it's a delightful miscalculation that it wasn't as hot as I thought it would be to see if Rufus' arm made the armor was good.

However, it is very noticeable that under the sky this summer the equipment is pitch-black.

People who are different from me always look back. And he nods small with his tender eyes at the painful child (...) saying, "Is this child okay?" or “You're up for this outfit."

Until the village of Meigle, the gentle hills run through a series of meadow areas.

There are white sheep eating grass in the meadow, but when I go through it, the sheep stop eating grass, too, and I feel like I'm looking up.

To tell Liddy about it, she laughed,

"It's my fault. Sheep don't care about you. People look at it differently because it suits them. But it's been like that for over eight months. Come on, give up."

I give up badly, but the feeling of cosplay still doesn't go away. I guess I shouldn't have thought I was like Lord Dark first. Every time I put this on, that bass theme song plays on my head.

Having such a chat, I entered the village of Meigle.

The next day and the following day went well, arriving in Thornbrough, the fortified city, on July 6th.

Thornbrough is an accomodation town with a population of about a thousand in the city using the castle fort of the Caerm Empire. To the west is the Fatas River, made in narrow lands sandwiched by forests that lead to the Aquila Mountains to the east.

Ride through the splendid stone castle gates and enter the city.

In the meantime, secure the inn and then gather information in the Adventurer and Mercenary guilds.

Gathering information on both guilds, they say there is no particular unusual information and there are always passing objects and bandits out there.

Tomorrow we will pass Karsh, who was attacked by Harpy on the outbound route.

I wasn't going to join some merchant squad this time, but I'm not going to act alone either. I decide to go down the street not too far away in front of or after the merchants.