Dream Life

Tria history on the evening of March 10, 318.

A feast is held to welcome the Viscounts of Ignacious Radford, a heavy town of the Seawell family. Unlike its name, the large hall of Lockhart Mansion (...) is not that big. It's about eight meters by eight meters in size, and putting the table down makes it full for fifteen or six people. Today the Lockhart family side is the grandfather, parents, brother and wife, me and Beatrice the seven, the Viscount side is the Viscount and two civilian, four knights the total of fourteen, but there are many big ones and it feels a little cramped.

In addition to her brother-in-law samurai Angie and Elena as salaries, Jean, the daughters of Claire and Nicholas Garland, wife of her squire Guy Jakes, are holding back. Maid chief Molly, along with her daughter Tricia and others, seems to devote herself to cooking in the cooking area.

You can say I'm the star of the day, Beatrice, but I'm not wearing the usual men's clothes, I'm wearing a dress. They said everything was handmade by my mother Tanya, not a gorgeous one for nightclubs, but it was lemon-colored and feminine with a simple design.

The same was true in Welburn, but my mother makes her own clothes trying to dress Beatrice. Sometimes I am a tailor's daughter and I am good at sewing, but I have asked why before.

"It sounds like Mr. Beatrice doesn't think he looks good, but that's not true. So I thought I'd let you know."

My mother is right, Beatrice has a complex in her appearance, especially her big body and slightly twisted face. Not so much since I came to this village, but so much so that I used to really think my kids would scare me. If you don't have a tough look like when you go into the woods or when you train, you won't be scared by a little kid, and in fact, your youngest sister, Sophia, is quickly nostalgic for Beatrice.

"Besides. Whatever Lydia is, it's not good for Serra or Sophia's education if she only wears men's clothes to Beatrice. And there's Mel..."

My younger sister Seraphine, five years old, and my younger sister Sophia, eight years old, admire my brother and me and aspire to be a leading swordsman, but with an example called Mel nearby, both Sera and Sophia want to dress up as adventurers - boots up and down the leather. My mother cares about this.

That said, in Mel's case, I have a strong impression when I go to the woods or when I train, but when I'm with me, I often wear clothes like village daughters - tunics and long skirts like German ethnic costumes - so I'm not always dressed as a man.

Liddy, who is often dressed as a man, doesn't care much for her mother either, because any outfit seeps femininity out of a little trick.

When this happens, it becomes Beatrice who is considered the worst for education. In her case, my mother seems to be particularly concerned because of the usual way she talks and how she works like a man.

"So, just a little bit, I'm trying to get you to dress like a woman. Besides, you'd better do the same."

That's what I say. Tilt my little neck like a girl and laugh. My mother, who turns thirty-six, is still young and uncomfortable, but when she says to her face, "Sure she is..." the lights come out.

The mother also seems to be the depths of the lord, sleeves through the A-line dress that she rarely usually wears, and bickers alongside her brother-in-law Rosalie next door. Previously, I couldn't have been more natural in dealing with the head of the Viscount family, but the experience of dealing with Marquis, Borderline Uncle, etc. in Wellburn suggests that I don't think I'm the daughter of a tailor by the side.

Rosalie, the daughter of Uncle Borderline, of course, even my mother is grand, but Beatrice seems to be the only one still unfamiliar, softly restless. When I asked you later, you said this.

"I hope the Governor and I had a drink with the blacksmiths. After all, I'm kind of nervous about dining with the nobles. It's a country."

Beatrice's birthplace was the village of the Wang Tiger tribe in the northeast of the Caerm Empire, and he did not have the opportunity to meet with the aristocratic class as often as a tax collector came once a year.

Ever since I became an adventurer, I have worked in the city of Doctus in the Union of Free Temperament Cities State, where I had no contact with the aristocratic class. I've known the Lockhart family since I met them, but the original civilian Lockhart family is not as formatted as the aristocratic class.

She usually looks luxurious, but she doesn't treat me as much regardless of my identity as a dwarf when alcohol comes in. But once we break it down, there's nothing wrong with either the imperial northern governor, who is comparable in power to the king of a small country, or the master of a blacksmith's guild, who has enough power to replace the neck of the ruler of a country, but we can't break it down inside without the other side approaching aggressively.

I was a nervous Beatrice, but when the meal started, the nervousness broke off all at once.

"This wine is good. I thought it was good when I drank it at Wellburn, but it smells better today. Zach, did you do something?

I've heard that with the Seawell family's wine in my hand.

Viscount Radford in front of us. Nodding, too,

"Sure, it's a Seawell wine, but it smells better than usual. I think the flavour is also sophisticated.

He sent his gaze slightly towards me, putting up a huge glass of wine.

"First, I made the glass a big one with a fragrance that is easy to stand on. That should change your mind a lot."

The Viscount nodded at my explanation, but sent a gaze peeking "I don't think that's all". Impressed that you're just going to be a nominee for the Marquis.

"I only used a little magic. Your wine is great, but I felt slightly cluttered because I transported it over long distances. I tried to take that clutter."

Beginning with the Viscount in my words, the face of the Seawell family mouths the wine again.

"If you ask me, I do..." snorted Civilian Representative Ledley Sutherland.

"Try using the glass as a magic tool for the lights. It should look clear ruby."

In those words, not only the Viscounts, but also the faces of the Lockhart family held up the glass simultaneously.

"It's certainly not a beautiful color," my grandfather, Govan, nodded, and my father, Masaias, also told me, "It's very different from village wine, Zach, can you explain it to me?" To cheer up the place, or for my father, I'm eating up on alcohol stories more than usual.

"The wines of the Marquis of Seawell are made from very good grapes. Perhaps the grape varieties are different, but they are blessed with a warm climate and good soil…"

To put it that way, a civilian named Bernard Darnton has joined the story, "I wonder if he's ever been to Seawell". I shook my head.

"You can't have this much intense red wine around here. Even nearby Periclitle, which is warmer than here, can feel a little lighter. In my knowledge, the more red wine goes south, the richer and more aromatic it can be. I think this is affected by the warm climate…"

Although it is only general knowledge, red wines are less suited to production in high latitude regions than white wines. An easy example would be Germany.

Germany also produces red wines, but there are overwhelmingly many white wines. Quality white wine regions such as Rheingau and Moselle come to mind immediately, but as much as I know red wines are made close to the French border, about Franken has had them.

Franken's red was also less impressive than white. Of course, there may be good red wines just because I haven't met them, but I think low latitudes are generally more suitable for red wines.

Thinking about it, the southern part of the Caerm Empire with the Marquis of Seawell is probably in a great location. As far as the literature on geography is concerned, the area around Teito Primus seems to be a land of warm climates, with specialities such as citrus and olives, with images close to the Mediterranean Sea, especially Italy.

"... that doesn't make it this flavor. The intense colour is a good sign of the grapes and the maker, but the lack of turbidity is due to the removal of it"

Sutherland said, "Even Seawell has filtration," so I said, "Of course, I know," and then...

"There are really limits to doing filtration. And the starch was turning in long haul. What magically calms it down will be the wine at your disposal. We also believe that this method will increase the taste."

The Viscount lost the word by saying "magically......" and Sutherland has instead asked "what magic it is".

I shook my head small to the left and right, "I can't tell you the details because they belong to the secret, but I use four attributes, which also use multiplex magic between anti-attributes. So far, I'm supposed to be the only one in the world who can use this magic, so I was wondering if it wouldn't be very helpful".

The Viscount groans, "That's right, you have all the attributes".

"But I'm also thinking of ways not to use magic. This takes time, but it's an easy way to do it."

If Sutherland asks, "What way? I'd love to have you professor," he said.

I laughed bitterly at the wrong way of putting it, "It's really an easy way," he said, "to keep it slow and quiet in a place kept at low temperatures. Doing so builds starch and the wine has a beautiful clear color," he adds.

"Is that all you need?," Sutherland questioned.

"Sleeping quietly causes aging, melts acidity and tannins, and brings the original aromatic aroma of wine to the fore."

And as he received the empty bottle from Gene, who had refrained behind him, and showed him the bottom of the bottle, he said, "This is how we make a big dent, so that the accumulated starch does not rise. Doing so helps separate wine and starch well when pouring," he explains.

The Viscounts looked at the empty bottle, but were skeptical, "Will this work?"

Aging does not make all wines better, but I am confident that this full-bodied wine will.

I said to the surprised Viscounts, "Tomorrow, and with the flavor of wine the day after tomorrow, let's recreate that," and I tightened this topic.

Afterwards, meals will proceed as sparkling wines and white wines from the village of Rasmore are exchanged. It is March, and the season of wild birds and beasts has passed, but meat from a deer demon called Spear Deer (Speadia), lightly smoked Ivana and Mass, which was stored in the storage magic (inventory), is served.

(Deer is not a seasonal time, is it? Well, the demons don't matter so much about the time of year, but I still want the seasonality... It's dairy lamb (aniodre) season at this time of year, but there's no culture of lamb eating around here... If it's Seawell's red wine, the aniodre looks good...)

Here near the village of Rasmore, it is basically the perception that sheep are livestock that take hairs, and it is about time to make them edible. As a result, there are few dairy lambs (agnodre) even grated lambs (lambs).

As the meal progressed, Beatrice's tensions seemed to have broken off, and conversations were playing out with the Viscounts as well. Especially with the knights of the Viscount's escort. It is exhilarating with stories of martial arts.

The head of the Viscount's escort is a knight named Oswald Towerdin, who, when he was in his early thirties, is great with a flesh forged about one hundred and ninety centimeters tall. That's just what Marquis Seawell chose, the three sons of the Baron family, but it didn't feel great, and it didn't feel at all transgressive towards Beatrice, a civilian.

"I heard in Ars that you have a divine spear."

Towerdin also looks like a magician and seems interested in the spear of celebrity Oigen Hauser.

Beatrice also enjoyed talking about spears, "Lord Oigen's divine spears are just artifacts. I'll show you tomorrow," he replied.

Finish your dessert and a welcome banquet opens.

"We thank you for the feast tonight, Lord Masaias," the Viscount returned to his room in a good mood.

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As soon as Viscount Ignacious Radford entered the room he was given, he began talking to three people: Ledley Sutherland, Bernard Dulnton and Oswald Towerdin.

"Redley will check with Sir Zacharias on measures to improve the quality of the wine. This is of the utmost importance. It tasted like it only took a few hours. Tomorrow, I don't know, but Sir Zacharias never tells a lie about booze. Then it will be a secret to raise the value of the wines of our Marquis of Seawell more than ever."

Sutherland nods, "I understand," but leans slightly, "I didn't feel so much... was the taste so much better?"

"Without a doubt, it had a one-ranked flavor," the Viscount said, "I'm sure if Master Ignacious said so. He's the best gastronomer in the Marquis," he laughs.

The Viscount said, "It's not even at my feet. Not to Sir Zacharias," he grins bitterly. When the three of them tilted their necks, they began to explain why.

"This isn't the capital, it's the border. Serve as much ingredients and liquor as it should be on the border. How much restraint..."

When the Viscount says so, he tilts his neck when Towerdine says, "It was a good dish indeed, though".

The Viscount shook his neck small and sideways, "The ingredients would be from the ground, except for spices and seasonings. But it's not the usual way to match that booze," he insists strongly. And he said, "Remember the order in which the dishes came out and the liquor."

"A walrus frit on that sparkling wine that should be called kamikaze. It's a perfect balance that turns the bitterness of a wasp into flavor. The next thing that came out was a smoked nijmas roasted with light white wine and butter. Probably smoked in cherry blossom trees, but the critical smoking added and subtracted kept that light wine alive..."

The Viscount's cooking story continues further.

"And what I felt most about was the dishes that went with the wines that should also be called the treasures of the Marquis Seawell family. The carefully roasted venison had flavorful forest fruit used in the sauce. No, that shouldn't be all. There must be other materials used that I don't know about. Unfortunately, I didn't get it either… that was what made the wine more glamorous. Sir Zacharias only drank once six months ago. Serve so much food using limited ingredients around the border. Terrible means this..."

In response to the Viscount entering his world, Dalungton questioned, "Isn't that a cook's arm problem?"

The Viscount said, "No!" and strongly denied,

"Certainly the cook's arm isn't bad. But it's a bad word, but technique isn't out of the realm of home-cooked food. Perhaps today's dishes are at the hands of the ladies serving the Lockhart family... a single dish or two could also be coincidence. But all the dishes were perfectly in harmony with booze. The hall tells me that even the feast at Welburn served the dishes proposed by Sir Zacharias. With that in mind, I can't think of anything other than him..."

And against Darunton,

"Ask Scott for more information about the manufacture of the" brandy, "but immediately say," No, Sir Zacharias might be better off. Whatever the way you make it, find out how you can be the most successful and the secret to it, "he added.

When Darnton says, "I'm still a fifteen-year-old boy," he says, "If you have that much knowledge, it doesn't matter about age or anything. I command you to listen to the sales strategy."

Furthermore, Towerdin said, "Oswald will have a drink with a Dwarf blacksmith in this village tomorrow night. You would be able to handle a drink with Dwarf," said Towerdin, "Are you with Dwarf? I don't have a body," he said.

Ignoring that word, the Viscount ordered that he "gather information from whatever it takes to strengthen his relationship with the Dwarves," adding, "If you can afford it, take part in the training of the famous Lockhart family. Whereupon they also procure information from their servants."

Towerdin said with a bright blue face, "That's all forgiveness. We hear that even the Knights Commander of the Northern Governor's Office was not reduced," he bows his head. But the Viscount said, "You can't die. As long as there is Sir Zacharias and another healer, he says there has never been a dead man," there was no island to attach.

Towerdin was dropping his shoulders disappointingly.

And the two colleagues put their hands on his shoulders and comforted him.