Dream Life

Tria calendar July 20, 2017 at 4: 00 pm.

The feast began with the advent of the two protagonists.

The bride and groom Rodrick and Rosalie, returning from the parade, did not look tired and came in smiling. Conversely, is my father and mother beside me tired of the parade, and their smiles are subtly stiff?

"Exactly what keeps me waving my arms for two hours... I thought the smile I made would harden my face"

My father says stand aside, but he seems definitely tired. There will be no choice because it is impossible for a rural lord to be exposed to the eyes of tens of thousands of people, etc. My mother likewise leaks, "I knew I couldn't live a noble life".

Still, when the brothers entered, they forgot their tiredness and applauded with a full grin.

The venue is not lined up with a round table like the Japanese banquet hall, but a table about five meters long is used. Six cars per row, that's four rows lined up, and there's a table on the upper side where the Borderline Uncles and their brothers sit, and that's the only place that's about 50 cm taller.

Our seats, but the second table from behind the row on the side of the courtyard. Since the imperial custom clearly stipulates the order of seats for such feasts, the Lockhart family, in its capacity as the Cavalier class, was assigned a place close to the last seat. There's a family of maternal grandfathers sitting behind us.

In the next row is my father's sister, Luana Buzby, who hits my aunt, sitting with her husband and son. I gave a brief greeting before this feast, but my aunt and grandfather Govan didn't seem to have a very good relationship, and I was under the impression that I was giddy to hear conversations with my father and mother. I didn't hear the details, but after Belinda, who hit my grandmother, died of illness, my aunt became a servant of one of the Viscounts, returning from the village of Lasmore to Welburn, she said. I have little interaction with the Lockhart family because I don't think that rural life suited me sexually and my grandfather didn't love his wife Belinda.

The Busby family is a knight's house for the Raswell family tree bill and is above the Lockhart family in character. However, my grandfather's martial name is still high, and the Lockhart family, which has even more kinship with the main family, has attracted more attention from the nobles. As an aunt, I can't completely ignore the fact that I didn't go rubbing off in front of the Lockhart family. So I guess I got the giddy feeling somehow.

When the brothers are admitted, greetings will be given by the Northern Governor, Hubert Raswell Borderline Uncle.

There is no talk of political entanglement, and in a soothing atmosphere, the speech ends in about two minutes, with a toast. The steps around here were not so different from those of Japan.

When Uncle Borderline lifted up the silver goblet, the attendees likened it, and took the goblet and stood up.

"So... I offer this cup to the gods and His Majesty the Emperor... Cheers!

We all said to that voice, "Cheers!" and summon. And empty the cup at the same time.

I empty the cup the same way, but the slightly warm red wine spreads through my mouth.

(I would have liked it to be cooled about five more degrees. If I had noticed a little earlier, I would have cooled it myself but I didn't... well, is it cruel to say that in a metal goblet in the middle of summer...)

The goblet for the toast was handed out in front of Uncle Borderline's greeting, and it seems to have gotten warmer in this large hall where there is no cooling. Of course, I'm not so dissatisfied because I didn't enjoy the flavor, but because I was dividing it from the ritual, but I'm really worried about the temperature.

When the toast was over, the five servants and the fifteen maids moved in unison.

As the servants push a wagon with a silver wine cooler, they head to each table and the samurai take a tray with an appetizer (amuse) and scatter it all together.

"First, I want you to taste the sparkling wine from the Lockhart family…"

Briefly describe sparkling wines and glasses. In the meantime, the servants opened the cork with a tense face.

Pulling out the cork without making any noise, he pours the wine quietly. When you have finished pouring, gently wipe the mouth of the spinning bottle with a napkin (torsion) so that the bottle is half-rotated. And leave a beautiful golden glass on the table. The movement seemed to flow, sophisticated enough to raise an exclamation from the invitees.

They had mastered almost perfectly in just two days.

(Even though I've been dealing with senior aristocrats from the beginning, that's just great... aren't you better than me already?

The servants were also impressed by my father, who was next door to the stiff movement and graceful handcuffs.

"That's a brilliant move. I heard you coached him, but how tough did he do it?

As I grinned, I replied, "I'm not being harsh," and Liddy, sitting in front of my oblique, squirts small. My father saw what it looked like and stopped saying anything more than that by just shaking his head small with the look of a man.

My father seemed to misunderstand me, but I also thought it was silly to explain, and I didn't say anything more either.

(Sounds like you think alcohol changes my personality. That doesn't make any difference... it shouldn't have...)

While I think about my own actions, my servants serve (serve) sparkling wine one after the other. Even though this many people stared at me, I never made a single sound of a pong when I opened it.

Fergus, the foreman himself, came to our table. And pour out the sparkling wine with a serious knack. My father was admired for his sophistication.

Furthermore, a young samurai named Aina distributes amusements while adding explanations. She's the daughter who broke her rock glass two days ago in the practice of making On The Rock, and she cried out. Youngest member of this feast, but seems to have worked pretty hard.

When I told her I was "doing well" with my eyes, she smiled happily, but still never stopped her hands, and dined with dignity.

(You must have been fourteen, but do you mean there's just something about going up to the castle...)

From what I've heard, it seems pretty hard to be a samurai at Welburn Castle. The nobles and knights seek good fortune with their daughters' behavioral apprenticeships and try to raise their daughters to the castle, but to be a samurai they need to be interviewed by Baroness Ferdinand Oldham, a housekeeper, and Baroness Barbara Harding, a samurai chief. That multiplier is more than ten times what it is. They are the elites who have dived through the difficulty.

Several impressions of the beauty of the glass and wine are raised by those who receive sparkling wines.

"What a beautiful drink. It's like a springing fountain of gold... these glasses are fantastic too! It's as if you've melted the crystal… I've never even seen this many glasses in the palace…"

That's what the mid thirties Marquis in the front row was screaming pretty loud.

The voice of consent rises one after the other.

"Lord Hubert was said to be a gift from the Lockhart family, but is it something that can make so much stuff out of that neighborhood..."

It doesn't sound far and good, but it even seems to have such a voice.

He asked me to give him the glass a few times later in the banquet, but I refuse everything because it's a hassle.

"This is my handmade and I can't get all the ingredients inside. We have run out of stock for what we have given to His Excellency the Governor... and when we have all the materials we can give you, we will contact you."

For once, I'm not lying. It's troublesome to align the glass and lead of the ingredients, and we're running out of "what we can give away” glasses. I really don't have the ingredients to give in. However, since I am not willing to give in, it is just impossible that all of its ingredients will continue to be aligned.

Reason I said no, but this is easy. simply because it was troublesome to deal with senior aristocrats.

Certainly there will be buyers even with one thousand C (krona) and a value of one million yen. I also don't like the fact that blood taxes collected from the civilians are used for glasses that are luxury goods, but when I sell them to someone more senior noble than that, I'm going to say, "Who sold them to that but won't give them to me” and so on, and I figured from the beginning I shouldn't deal with anyone. Never expect the value to surge.

The feast went on without delay.

Just go and state the words of celebration to Uncle Borderline's table between dishes, there is no such thing as a speech like a Japanese reception, so I don't get pioneered by stories that don't get stuffed long enough, or have trouble reacting by being shown subtle banquet art.

It is not a speech, but it will read aloud the names of more senior aristocrats than the Count in attendance and the items of celebration given. There are many gems, paintings, etc., but famous horses produced in the central meadow area were also included in the celebration.

Some of the celebrations were given to the Raswell family, and not all of them will belong to my brother. But the famous horse was given to an individual brother who was raising his name as a knight.

Frogm's famous horse is highly regarded as a military horse. Due to its large body and endurance, ridding a heavily armed knight will not slow down speed or travel distance. Even smarter and loyal to the rider who recognized him as his master, it is quite a status to own this famous horse, the Frog Horse, in the Frog Empire.

Because of his excellence as a force of war, he was fairly tightly controlled and forbidden to take it out of the empire. Of course, the village of Rasmore is not a problem as it is also part of the Caerm Empire, but it seems quite unusual to be given to knights who are not ministers either.

It's just that these famous horses talk about being smart, having a high temper, and choosing a rider over a horse. Even if you have high equestrian skills, you can't even cross them unless your horse likes them, so it's possible that you won't be able to ride them even if you get corners.

Normally, when choosing a frog horse, they let the horse choose from among the herds, but this time it means that it will be given away, which means that such a process cannot be carried out.

Well, he's got four heads, so he's going to give me a ride or so, but if I can't miss a single one, my brother will lose his face as a knight. I don't know if the giver is after it, but I don't have to think of it as a subtle gift.

Surprising voices along with famous horses were a wave of swords (swords) from the Blacksmith's Guild.

The branch manager, Dagenhardt, was not present because he distanced himself from this feast, which was attended by many nobles, but the gift seemed to have been made available in the morning.

That sword, but it was a practical bastard sword, and the sheath design was mediocre, not as good as it looked. But when my brother pulled out the sword, a big sigh leaked into the venue. That sigh includes mine too.

All of the body parts were made of missles. When his brother put his sword up in his dress, he took the western sun from the courtyard and glowed silver, like a hero Tan.

My brother also had booze in him, and he was more cheerful than usual, the moment he pulled out that sword, he was raising his voice.

"I've never seen anything like it! This is going to cut off even the dragon's neck."

They showed it to me later, but it was a really beautiful and practical sword. The cured magic was applied to the mirror-polished Mithril body, something that made me wonder if a leading swordsman like my grandfather could even cut off the steel if he waved it.

I heard from Dagenhardt himself that it is based on the sword that a blacksmith who came from Luke's Holy Kingdoms a few years ago had, and that if you bring it to Ars, where the Blacksmith Guild headquarters is located, it can be a magical sword of light attributes.

Ironically, the Dwarves walked away from Luke under the influence of treating the Lockhart family heretically, and at that time an unfinished sword was brought into Welburn, which was in the hands of his brother, the Lockhart family's man. Deigenhardt spoke with pleasure about it.

"The Holy Knight ordered it. Yes, but he was a guy with no big deal about sword arms or magic. Well, for a sword, I guess I'd be happier to be used on a rod..."

If you ask me, it looks like the Holy Knight who has cemented himself in silver armor deserves to have it. However, as far as the rumors go, the Saints are less skilled, and it doesn't seem like they deserve to have this much of an industry.

With the title "Giant Killer," I also thought that my brother, who is said to be a knight's appraiser, deserved it.

As the feast progresses, so do a number of invitees to our Lockhart family table.

Some of them celebrate wholeheartedly, but many were more intent on forming friendships with the Lockhart family (of which).

It's just that even senior nobles such as the Marquis and Count from Imperial Capital shy away from the Borderline Uncle, and no one came to us with a high-pressure attitude.

For this reason I was able to bless my brothers wholeheartedly without feeling bad at the feast.

The dish also ended up in the main dish and all we had to do was leave dessert behind.

Distilled apple liquor served along the way, but it was more popular than I thought. But it's a subtle thing if you're drinking because you think it's really good. Because I felt like I was drinking just to say that the Dwarves drank something called distilled liquor that changed the color of their eyes.

Drinking, but unlike the Dwarves, there were more rocks than drinking straight. This is as assumed. It's inevitable because unfamiliar humans mouth nearly forty degrees of alcohol for the first time.

My personal thoughts, but the truth is, I wanted you to take the time to drink that, too. Because it is a young product with three years of aging, it is not that restrictive, but I intend to explain that I want it to be tasted as straight as I can when serving long-term aging products in the future.

But I didn't have any thoughts about the glass, and it seemed I admired it.

Heavy duty round crystal glass rock glass with spherical ice and amber liquid without bubbles. All of the senior aristocrats were sighing at its beautiful shapes.

"Earlier wine glasses are also works of art, but this outweighs even that one... it's no exaggeration to say artifacts... what is this made of? It can't be just glass..."

The Marquis, who had just raised his sentimental voice in sparkling wine, had forgotten me and said that. When people say artifacts, they show their faces, but I don't feel bad about being complimented on one of their pride dishes.

Coasters to be placed with glasses and goblets, but there was also a surprise in this. Originally, I guess I didn't think of it because I rarely use ice and never sweat in the glass, but there was a leak of praise for that consideration.

This cork-backed coaster depicts the raised lion's crest of the Lockhart family. I really wanted to line up the Raswell family crest with the Rockhart family crest, but I can't even use the crest on my own, just ours.

There is no particular profound point in this. It's closer to playfulness than that.

The coaster itself was meant to be used to keep the tablecloth from getting wet, but I thought it wouldn't be very funny on a cork coaster, and I was just going to put some painting in it. So what I came up with was that manufacturers of whiskey and beer use their brands as coasters. Neither the Lockhart family (of which) nor the whiskey maker can be said to be, so I saw it as a playful imitation.

Unfortunately, I don't have the painting in mind, so Sharon, who is somehow good at this sort of thing, used it to make baking marks with metallic magic and pushed them.

Later on, he heard that this coaster was quite popular and the customer continued to want to take it home. Hard to say just give me a glass, but maybe I thought it would be to this extent.

And dessert.

I consult with the chef and apply plenty of apple distillery liquor to the pound cake. The aroma of apple brandy combined with the aroma of roasted wheat was very reputable. Unlike distilled liquor about this one, I seem to be purely satisfied with the flavour.

Even more admirable was the ice cream served with the pound cake.

I've made it with the magic of the pseudo-perche effect before, but this time, I remember mixing ice and salt to make low temperatures, and I tried to recreate the ice cream making I did in science experiments - I feel like I was a sorbet when I was a kid.

Vanilla ice cream is not possible because there are no vanilla beans or essences, but milk and sugar - some white sugar here - are available. I was anxious to use the egg raw, so I didn't use it.

Not so much as it could be done, but everyone seems surprised that a cold dessert was eaten in the middle of summer.

They say that nothing in the Imperial Palace of the Empire will ever be served a dish made with ice in the middle of summer.

I asked the Sorcerers of the Knights that they had never thought about using magic for cooking, etc. When I told him that there was nothing to talk about, he was bitterly laughed at for some reason.

The feast ended without delay in about two hours.

Some were quite drunk, but there were also precise instructions from the chief samurai, and there was no great confusion.

After this, after the sun sets, the ball begins in the courtyard.