Dream Life

Tria history around the dawn of November 1, 318.

I watched the morning sun go up from the Aquila Mountains.

The sky is clear and has already changed from blue to deep water. Excellent festival sum.

It's me watching the morning sun, but I couldn't afford to enjoy the panorama of nature.

Last night, I decided to marry Liddy and Beatrice, engage Mel and Sharon, and go get my family's consent. All my family blessed me and I was going to bite my happiness again, but I wasn't given that time.

I was ready for today.

Wellburn's blacksmith guild clerk Jonathan Water was the one who exhaled and prepared, but he just couldn't direct the four-thousand-man festival.

There was also Sir Otto Elwes, a bureaucrat in the Kaum kingdom, who had never prepared for such an event, and even more so had left early because until then he had been terribly abused by the Queen, essentially, me and Johnny.

The two of us will go through the night to figure out the amount of alcohol and ingredients brought in and further consider how to distribute it. Usually Sharon helps me, but this time my mother detained me to adjust the costumes I wear today, and I didn't become a force of war.

In addition to just under eight hundred residents of the village of Rasmore, this celebration will be attended by one thousand and five hundred Black Steel Knights of the Kingdom of Kaum, two hundred mercenaries and adventurers of Kaum, one hundred adventurers and two hundred blacksmiths of Periclitle, and one thousand and three hundred blacksmiths of Ars and surrounding blacksmiths.

It's a tough event to have just four thousand humans, but this time there are a thousand and five hundred Dwarves drinking ten times more than humans.

The event, which brings together a thousand and five hundred Dwarves, is said to be no other than the Ars, and is of such magnitude that it is not comparable compared to the Blacksmith Skills Assessment, or so-called Dwarf Festival, six months ago.

We must prepare and implement it in just one day.

(The amount of scotch should be enough. Where to place who later...... I don't have time to build a stall so I just have to cook without a tent...... some space to rest my drunks...... how can I use the bathroom......)

It was dawn that we had some plans.

After the plan was ready, Johnny said, "Master Zacharias rests as we begin to prepare. Whatever it is, it's the star of the day," he said and flew out of the mansion vigorously.

Seeing as I yawn, I'm impressed every time that I can't be an employee of the Blacksmith Guild.

Today's celebration is scheduled to start around 11: 00 a.m., and I still have more than four hours, but I don't have that time to be the chairman of the executive committee and, in a way, the star of the festival.

When I went out for breakfast, there was Liddy and Beatrice with sleepy eyes.

I was wondering why he looked sleepy. The two of them have decided to wear the dress they wore at their brother's wedding last year, and their body shape has barely changed, so no adjustment should be necessary.

"What's going on? I guess I barely got the dress reworked, huh?

Liddy taught me as she yawned.

"Huh. I'm glad I didn't rework what I wore before, but Tanya got me in the mood... Huh... start telling me how the laces on the decorations are and how I should put my wings on here..."

Apparently, my mother put her hands on the dress decoration.

"And ma'am, no, my mother-in-law, Ha Yea, she had a different dress for me at some point. Hey, Lydia?

In Beatrice's words, "Lydia?" I overheard it. She kept calling herself "Lydiane” for six years. It's like family a couple of times, so I told him to call me “Lydia," but he didn't listen.

"Oh, you're my real family from today on."

"Nevertheless, couldn't it have been longer?

Beatrice grinned like a solder,

"I thought one day I'd have to leave you because I don't need you anymore."

"That can't be right!" and he makes his voice absurd. Beatrice grinned like a solder,

"Of course I do. Still, if I thought you no longer needed me, I'd leave myself. But that's not until yesterday either. From today on, I can tell you that you're Zach's wife. That's why I decided to call you Lydia too."

Beatrice has a delicate heart, unlike the luxurious look. I was going to realize that, but I didn't seem to get it at all.

"Right. Right," then we change the story.

"My mother said she had another dress for me, but what's this all about?

"Let's find some time to make it. He says one day this will happen," Liddy replies.

"They also have Mel and Sharon's share. Those two are still doing costume matches. Go visit him later... Kukukuku..."

That's what Beatrice laughs at.

I felt a sense of crisis in that laugh, and I said, "Are you kidding me, too?," Liddy told me with a laugh.

"The boy says it's not funny because no one cares if he gets dressed. That's what Tanya said. I don't think so. Huuuuuuuuuu..."

I'm starting to feel like there's nothing busy about stopping by the mansion somehow, even if they say so. But I have to tell my father about the progress of preparations and today's steps.

Bring in breakfast and head to the dreaded mansion.

I found my father having breakfast in the living room, but fortunately my mother seems to be busy matching up with Mel and Sharon's costumes and wasn't there on the spot. I'm going to report what I need to my father after breakfast.

"After ten o'clock you will be ready. My father gave me the first words of remembrance for the victims of war..."

Today's step, but first the Father gives his words of remembrance to the dead of war, and we all pray to God. Afterwards, the queen and the blacksmith guild's master craftsman, Ulrich Drexler, congratulate him and begin the celebration.

That's the end of the line.

After that, we enter into a grand banquet or festival, so we haven't decided on a particular step.

I'm planning on anticipating the timing along the way and reporting on my marriage and getting a word from Ulrich, but I just have to leave it to the stream because the Dwarf who is drinking is the other guy.

(Will it end in one day...... I guess it won't end. I guess I should finish tomorrow morning...... with that said, the Ulrich guys are supposed to be drinking since last night, but you didn't hang the invitation. You shy away because you're ready for today's celebration?

Ulrich and the rest of the Dwarves were having the eve festival just for the Dwarves at the East Gang Hill training institute. Usually we are called, but only this time there was never a call.

While in doubt, I headed out again to help prepare.

After 9 a.m., a carriage of carriages came one after the other from a nearby town.

Liquor and ingredients arranged by Sir Elwes. Cookware such as large pans and large iron plates will also be brought in.

This time it is planned to use the meadows south of Kanga Hill as the main venue, and the stage on which my father and my guests speak is going to use the main entrance. I could have made it with earthly attribute magic, like six months ago, but I couldn't get around to it. Naturally, the cooking area is more important than the stage, which is the reason why I focused on you. By the way, the cooking area is magically made of earthly attributes from the north side of Kitagaki Hill to the Finn River.

It is the cooks of the three houses in the village and the housewives of the village who cook. Indulging in the ingredients that arrive and discussing what to make. Even so, fried and baked goods are planned to be the main dishes because they cannot be so difficult to cook.

A barrel of liquor brought in yesterday by the Dwarves of Ars was arranged on the side of the Hall Hill. There are about eighty hogs-head barrels for beer and about ten bat barrels for wine, and they line up neatly. And small quarters of barrels, or casks of Scotch, are arranged together about forty times.

It's spectacular to see more than a hundred barrels lined up, but this isn't enough at all. Each barrel brought in from the nearby towns of Kilnarek and Bogwood is left along the Finn River for each carriage.

Ultimately, the beer served one hundred and fifty hogs-head barrel conversions, the wine served thirty-two bat barrel conversions, and Scotch served thirty-seven quarters barrel conversions.

(Now even Dwarf will manage to get enough...... no, enough? Twenty litres of beer per person, less than ten litres of wine, three litres of scotch... I'm starting to feel like I'm missing...)

It's usually enough, but I get anxious when I think about the Dwarf Festival. At that time, there were fifty barrels of beer, forty barrels of wine, ten barrels of apple liquor, and five barrels of Scotch. Given that Dwarves will go from a hundred to a thousand and five hundred, it's not surprising to be anxious. By the way, humans go from a thousand to two thousand and five hundred, but this one thinks it's an error.

(I wonder what I will do if this is not enough. I also brought in liquor from Kilnarek today, so there should be little surplus around here. Even when it comes to preparing your return booze... don't really pity Sir Elwes...)

I am also anxious about alcohol, but the cook also remains anxious.

As a cooking place, I have all the necessary number of simple dishes to make all night, but I don't feel that I can provide them without having to wait for this large number of people while I have limited time to go down.

I can buy some time by keeping the water boiling in a large pot and boiling the bowel "sausage," but regret that I could barely prepare underneath.

I'm thinking about that, but I wasn't relaxing and watching the work. He gave instructions for Johnny not to turn his hand around while he cooled every barrel of beer and white wine. It really hurts to say Sharon isn't here at a time like this. Because the instructions are accurate as well as the cooling of the liquor.

Preparing the table - this time placing a wooden plate on the crate in a swallowing (corner punching) manner, making it a table - and directing the location of the emergency tent come up with as much to do.

I finally got the aim of getting ready after 10am, but didn't have time to sit on me and rest. I immediately had to go back to the mansion and take a shower and get dressed.

I'm going to wear black skinny trousers as well as black jackets "jackets" worn at my brother's wedding, and black long boots polished to them. The only thing that isn't black is the flirty feeling tie, Jabbo, but I'm used to it these days, so I don't particularly think about it.

I'm not the only one dressed up. Fathers and brothers, as well as their squires, wear costumes that resemble the knightly clothes of the Caerm Empire, paying tribute to the spirit of the war dead.

Liddy and the others are wearing dresses that are not gorgeous with their mothers. According to what I heard, I'm going to change into a wedding dress after the memorial service. Because of the hassle of returning to the mansion, they use the public bath stripper for the dressing room.

Around eleven in the morning, all is ready to go up to the main entrance with my grandfather, father and brother.

Walt and his servants aligned themselves in front of the main gate, where their mothers were also lined up. The main guests, the Queen, Baron Roxbala and Ulrich, were waiting with us on the main entrance.

Going up to the main entrance, a nicely aligned Black Steel Knights lined up to the right, Dwarves and Adventurers on the left, and the villagers of the village of Rasmore in the center. In that front row is the surviving family of this war victim.

My father leaves a step forward.

"The Knights of Black Steel of the Kingdom of Kaum, the blacksmiths, adventurers and mercenaries of the Kingdom of Kaum and Periclitle, and Her Royal Highness Queen Katrina. This time you have gone to our territory for rescue, and I cannot thank you enough. For your friendship, I would like to express my gratitude once and for all on behalf of the people of our country."

With that said, I salute the queen, and bow my head deeper to the front. To go along with that, the Lockhart family's face also pays tribute.

When his father looks up, he speaks to the villagers in the front.

"We beat the great army of the undead by more than 13,000. But that was a hard and tough fight. An endless flock of white bones. A suspicious demon sneaking in quietly. Necromancer (Rich) unleashing powerful magic... It was a desperate battle that seemed to last forever... and still we won. This is a sign that all villagers have come together to protect the village."

There was no exhilaration of victory in my father's words, and it felt like he was telling the facts lightly.

And the meadow was so quiet that no one could imagine there were more than four thousand people without speaking up. In that tranquility, my father's speech continues.

"We lost a lot of company in that fight. Good father, good husband, good son lost forever..."

Survivors in the front row leak whimpers and squat as one of the widows collapses. Supports it so that the surviving family lying on its side holds its shoulders.

"But their death was never in vain! Their honorable sacrifice protected their beloved children, wives and families! We must not forget about them..."

Many snorted quietly at the words.

"I would like to offer silent prayers to the English spirits who died in battle so that they can safely head under the Noctis...... silent prayers!

Everyone was quietly meditating on their eyes. Even the young children have nothing to make noise about, and quiet times pass by. My father's words break that quiet.

"This is not the last fight. In the future, the demonic invasion will continue. But we left so many armies! I am so proud of everyone! Let's carve this thing into our hearts and bite our victory! Begin the celebration with this!

And I'll give you a toast. After a quiet time, when the queen began to applaud, a thunderous applause boiled over the meadow, "Hail, Rockhart family!," "Long live the village of Rasmore!" The voice ruled the meadow.

We did the same applause and hail, and the brightness was back on the look that was sinking.

At this time, everyone here felt victory.