Dream Life

August 15th

A month after returning to the village of Rasmore.

Compared to when we were alternating visits to the college and woods in Doctus, there was a slow flow of time in the village.

Having said that, I do morning workouts with the dawn and almost accompany the vigilante training in the morning, so it wouldn't seem so relaxing from a normal person's point of view, but it still means that time spent in a familiar home is different.

Beatrice, the least familiar with this village, but she became familiar here day by day. She herself seemed to like this village very much and said, "You can move here from Doctus. Tasty liquor for a big bath, no matter what. With these two..."

I thought in my heart, shaking my head small.

(Hey, Aizu's Ohara-san, it's not Chisuke... well, I can't let him sleep in the morning, so will he ever crush himself...)

I also got permission for Mel and Dan to go to Doctus more lightly than I thought.

With me and Sharon making some money as adventurers, it was decided that we had no financial problems, and that we had a solid adult guardian named Beatrice. Speaking of parents, Liddy's been on it since the beginning, but from a credibility point of view, the short Beatrice of dating seems to be more overwhelmingly appreciated. I have nothing to say about why.

What's more, there was something about Mel's mental state.

When I went to talk to Hector, Mel's father and mother, Polly, about taking Mel to Doctus, Hector told me.

Since I left the village to enroll in college, Mel's emotional ups and downs have intensified. Showing anger, laughing, crying with a few things...... Apparently, the mental burden of adolescent body changes and my absence overlapped, making it pretty unstable.

Particularly worried, he said, was about the training of unscrupulous swords.

He also said he was resolutely opposed initially to his training into Mount Shekharion, but he had no choice but to allow it to break his heart if he didn't allow it.

On the surface, only Dan and Mel are supposed to have stuck in the mountains, but in fact Hector and Dan's father Guy always cared.

And when I saw how she had changed since I got back, I thought it would be better for her to leave it with me than against going to Doctus.

"I apologize for the inconvenience caused to Master Zach and sincerely apologize, but when I think of my daughter..."

Usually cheerful smiling Hector said so with a worried face and the couple bowed their heads.

"It's hard to be a daughter of your age," Hector added in a bitter laugh.

(You're my daughter about her age... puberty. I feel like there were times like that... well, what should I do...)

I can be on my way, but in the meantime, I reconsidered that I had no choice but to face her properly.

That happened, but it's still fun to have more willing people.

I thought about it after I went to Doctus, and the four of us (Zach Cartel) + Liddy and Beatrice went into the woods, checked the collaboration, etc.

It changes the story, but initially, Dan didn't trust the effect of the camouflage cloak, but he actually went into the woods and tried to use it and was surprised at the effect. And he seems to like it a lot.

It wasn't just Dan, it was highly regarded by veterans Guy, Hector, Rob the Hunter and other guys who often go into the woods. Seriously, it's going to be the official Lockhart family gear.

What we all felt when we went into the woods is that it's still peaceful.

Doctus feels like a killer the moment he walks into the North Forest. But I hardly feel anything like that in the woods near the village. I don't feel so dangerous when I say "idyllic" forests in Japan that even picnics seem to do it.

Such forests also follow the departure from the village, and the atmosphere changes. Demons appear as frequently as in the forest north of Doctus, especially in Mount Sheharion, north of the village.

Mel and Dan spent a month in this dangerous mountain.

If you are indeed in this mountain, Encount encounters with demons are frequent and would be convenient for you to level up. But when it comes to just the two of us playing wild boarding, the story changes. Even though they were hiding and Hector and the others were watching, the two of them don't know that fact.

Even if you alternate between sleeping shifts, fatigue should build up.

If the fatigue accumulated at night continues unabated, even the downward opponent cannot be denied the possibility of falling behind. He was hunting a comparable number of us in such a critical state, so I guess he was lucky, too, while gaining strength.

Beatrice, a veteran, also said that, and was often dismayed that he was safe.

On that point, Mel, anyway, Dan's seemed pretty disturbed.

He seemed to have made good use of the small caves in the scenic rocks for camping in the mountains, and also placed alarming songko.

I guess that has something to do with it too. Surprisingly, Dan's ability as a scout for scouts was dramatically increasing.

I myself have been in the woods with the hunters since I was in the village, and even since I went to Doctus, I have been coached by Beatrice, and I was proud to say that my skills such as sign detection and cover-up are quite high. But Dan had been a better scout than me in just one year.

Dan says nothing, but I guess he was always in critical condition to protect his beloved girl, Mel. The result seems to have led to an increase in skill levels several times more efficient than the average adventurer.

Beatrice, a veteran, was also surprised at this, "These kids are really just geniuses," he said, shuddering, but acknowledging Dan's power and giving this kid an inkling that he had no problem leaving his scouts to him.

Such a summer day passes and we leave for Doctus.

As with the journey from Doctus, there was no escort for the squire. Actually, my father was reluctant to suggest it, but I was saying no.

There are more kids named Mel and Dan than outbound, but our six fights are comparable to the same number of third-class adventurer parties. Especially if it's limited to ranged attack power, I wouldn't even take a pull to a second-degree adventurer's party.

Anyway, there are three magicians, me, Liddy and Sharon, and some more Dan who can use the bow. The party, where four out of six have ranged means of attack, is more unusual than unusual, let Beatrice say.

That doesn't mean I don't like melee.

In addition to Beatrice in the third degree, me in the fifth degree, I have Mel equivalent in the fifth degree, Dan equivalent in the seventh degree, and Liddy equivalent in the fifth degree if he is thorough in defense, and if he has about ten oaks, he can adequately counter melee fights alone.

Besides, Beatrice said, "It's best to have two good healers." It seems very comforting to have a healer with me in this world where I don't really feel like a healer, but I don't have an emergency medical provider.

Sure, you can't call an ambulance, and once you get hurt, it's just a struggle to move to a safe place. They say even healers to the extent that they can make easy haemostasis are valuable from the point of view of reduced combat power, and with me and Liddy to the extent of fracture, our party is so good that they can't compare to any other party in terms of their ability to relapse.

And it was August 15th, the day of departure.

This is my first trip for Mel and Dan, but my expectations ahead seem to prevail over my anxiety to leave my parents, and last night I seemed to be soaring like a kid in front of an excursion.

Today the city of Kilnarek, at a distance of about twenty-five km, is the destination, sometimes summer sunshine with no weather or clouds, and the departure was around 10 am.

Finish your early morning workout and breakfast and say goodbye to your family.

Exactly, the adults are smiling, but my brother and sisters. The young children cried out when they heard we were gone.

After deceiving the little children, he rides the horse and the hall goes down the hill.

The villagers knew our departure, too, and waved us out in line on the road that passed between the hills.

I left my hometown behind again.

The journey to Doctus was peace itself, compared to outbound journeys.

There were no demons or burglar raids, even in the dangerous Karsh.

The only thing that bothered my peaceful mind was the story of the emergency statement of the Blacksmith Guild that I heard in the adventurer's city of Periclitle.

He entered the “Nest of the Rough Eagle” pavilion, which was settled in Periclitle, and was laughed at by his husband, Yoan, as "awesome stuff".

At first, if I was tilting my neck without knowing what I was talking about, Joan told me that the Blacksmith Guild had made a statement.

And when I got the outline from Yoan, I was so shocked that I took off the sword I had in my left hand that I thought I'd go back to the village once.

After going to Bertram to talk to him, he had told his father and Nicholas, who was in charge of home affairs, about how to protect the village and the distillery. But when it became so important, "Oh and", I was worried that the measures I had in mind would suffice.

What I thought was the diffusion of distillation technology.

However, instead of selling the technology itself, as in the case of soap, it is a long plan to train artisans to set up distilleries everywhere.

Why did I decide not to do the same thing as soap?

Thoughtful of soap, but thoughtful of booze. That's just the difference.

I didn't want to sell this distilled liquor making technology to people who only think about gold. At least I'm not going to sell it to a large merchant or nobleman who has no temper to make good liquor.

By the time I was in Japan, I had a good idea, but when large capital acquired small distilleries and liquor manufacturers, it became unattractive as soon as possible. Of course, it doesn't mean it doesn't taste bad. I just make it a flavor that I generally accept while leaving the personality of the small and medium-sized manufacturer, but I didn't like it.

Indeed, when large capital is acquired, the great detachment, of course, eliminates the subtle flavors of liquor that make you want to lean your neck.

But even with the detachment, the big winner is the good thing about small manufacturers. I used to go to sake tastings and stuff, but in small breweries, I sometimes encounter unsavory liquors that make me want to scream, "Why did you make such liquor?"

If my taste is normal, up to nine people would taste bad.

In the case of a small manufacturer, if the other one says it tastes good, it can be put out as a product. But I won't imitate that first for big capital, and no adventure that would discredit me would even be offered a suggestion.

Plus, I'm the only one in the world who understands what distilled liquor is. If major merchants and aristocrats who don't understand the importance of long-term aging start making distilled liquor, they should only prioritize efficiency and ship it in Newpot, or "wheat shochu” state. There's nothing you can't drink with that.

In other words, they say they can be sold without aiming to improve the taste.

What would happen if it became mainstream?

There is a risk that the whiskey I seek will be banished.

Nobody wants to keep inventory for a long time, even though their earnings will go up in the short term. This is very preliminary common sense for those who do business.

And it takes at least ten years for a long-running, authentic whiskey to emerge into the world. Those who have never drank it and don't understand the flavor will think that they don't need to spend that amount of time.

As a result, the real thing I'm after is buried before the world goes out.

So I don't want the distillation technique to diffuse without darkness, at least until a long-running scotch circulates and the flavour is recognized. That's what I'm saying.

Longer foresight, but what I thought was that if a motivated craftsman visited Scott's distillery, he would accept and teach the art of liquor making.

However, three conditions were attached to it.

The first is to allow the loading job to be loaded for at least three years.

The second is to be able to talk to Beltram about alcohol.

The third is that you have dreams of making something beyond Scott's liquor.

Three of the above were my terms.

The first is to maintain quality by reminding them to manage barrels and raw materials. In the third year, I can drink the alcohol I was involved in from scratch. If I could understand how important this time is, I wouldn't make bad booze. Of course, it also has the purpose of eliminating guys who come here to steal only distillation technology, or people who are unwilling to make fun of the downloading.

The second is easy. Just see if you like alcohol. Without a passion for alcohol, Beltram would see it through, and if you have a passion, it would be very helpful to hear directly from Dwarf, the customer.

The third is just to see if you have a passion for alcohol. It makes no sense to shrink and reproduce Scott's technology, which is still developing. Because there's no way that technologists who don't make an effort to improve can be top notch (professionals).

After remembering the distillation techniques in our village, whether you are headhunted by a big merchant, independent or not, I'm not going to say it anyway.

Because if a craftsman who can fulfill my conditions spreads distillation technology, it's a welcome story for me.

Well, even if I start now, it's a long story to worry about, because the distilled liquor that those craftsmen make will satisfy me more than thirty years away.

So far was my plan, but the blacksmith guild's declaration changed the story all at once.

To say that the Blacksmith Guild has issued a statement for the whole world is to say that the whole world will pay attention to distillation technology in the village of Rasmore. Naturally, that includes the Caerm Empire.

Once (...) The Lockhart family is a knight who pledges allegiance to the Caerm Empire. In fact, the Lockhart family is a small but independent nation, not under the asylum of the Empire. But if the imperial government has said something, it's still hard to say no.

As for this, my grandfather and father have always said, "All you have to do is return the knighthood, etc." Especially since my father had a really rational idea as to whether there was no detention originally.

"When I say knight, I have no duty or benefit. Besides, if your father is good, you don't have to be a knight who's not my feat."

This village of Rasmore was originally like a pioneering village in the free border zone.

In fact, even if the Lockhart family became independent, if the Caerm Empire sends troops, whichever route they take, they cannot reach this village unless they pass through another country. Naturally, if it does, it goes into the ears of a blacksmith guild who takes care of the firearms.

The only rumoured Flying Dragon Squad would be able to get there directly, but it's hard to imagine sending an elite unit of Tiger Kids to a small village on the border.

But still, to say that the Caerm Empire will be interested is not a very good situation.

Aurelia, a commercial city that wants to go through or obey the Alliance of Blacksmiths and Friendship, doesn't know what it will do by letting its finances say something.

Thinking about it, I thought maybe I should go back to the village.

(But when you think about the Dwarves obsession, you should have expected this much. I got a powerful back shield that I never thought would be a blacksmith guild asylum, but things got too big......)

To conclude, I did not return to the village.

The reason is that if I go back to the village, there's not so much I can do. My father and Nicholas will have a tough time, but if I publicly declare that I will not sell distillation technology as a basic policy, there will be no forceful hands for people who don't want to turn their blacksmith guild against their enemies.

What will we do with those who come later using tangled hands, but if we declare that we will not sell them no matter what, if the village of Rasmore is capable of self-sufficiency, there should not be so many problems, because economic tightening will not work, nor will we succumb to power.

It would be harder to hit a hand poorer than having me with a rigid father and an honest Nicholas saying no.

(I see Nicholas struggling... sorry...)

I bowed my head to the village of Rasmore and apologized with my hands in my heart to Nicholas.

Again, he continued his journey towards Doctus and arrived safely in Doctus on the 28th of August, although he had eaten some stops in bad weather.