Dream Life

Tria history November 1, 2018, around 11: 00 am.

The opening of the celebration was declared by Father Masaias.

And the congratulations of Katrina Brentwood, Queen of the Kingdom of Kaum, the guest of honor, were about to begin.

The queen wears a simple blue dress that is not gorgeous and gracefully moves forward.

And when he stood in the center of the main gate, he bowed gracefully with the edge of his skirt. The work was sophisticated and would have been perfect if it had been in a slightly skinny shape now.

"The Lockhart family, and everyone in the village of Rasmore. I have come to this occasion to offer my thanks to you all. Without your struggle, our country would have been exposed to an unprecedented crisis. That's not all. This world was doomed. You've all been prevented from that crisis…"

The people of the village have the expression of being just as daunting in the words of the queen.

But I was heartily surprised. Because for a moment I wondered if the queen knew my secret to the word that the world would perish, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

"This is never a big deal. If this village had been defeated early by the undead, tens or hundreds of thousands of people would have lost their lives…"

The queen told her that if the undead broke through the village of Rasmore and went out on the streets of Ars, the towns and villages along the streets would be wiped out, the inhabitants killed would become undead and the enemy's power would be increasingly enhanced.

And he told us that if we headed south, we could not contain our enemies even in the Kaum kingdom's stronghold Barbezy, and that the Kaum kingdom would have been doomed, and on the contrary, if we headed north, we would have intercepted in Periclitle, but Periclitle was a city with only an easy barrier, difficult to resist the undead that swelled up to tens of thousands, the undead even more, explaining that the world was headed for collapse.

(Sure that's possible, but the Periclitle adventurers would have been able to deal with it fully, and Cohm wouldn't be helpless. So it shouldn't have gotten that bad...)

Though I do, there are many who snort at the words of the queen.

"... this is how the survival of the Kingdom of Kaum was in jeopardy. You all prevented that. The kingdom has been indelibly indebted to you all...... as Sir Lockhart said, it is to be fully honored that we have preserved this village. But more than that, you all deserve to be honored! ……

Slightly hooked on the word that we should be honored more than we protected the village.

(Do you want to honor the fact that you protected “booze” over "village"...)

Regardless of that thought, the Queen's story continued. Speeches have already continued for about five minutes, enough for Ulrich to whine "Long story, Kati" and sleaze.

"You're all heroes who protected the world! I am going to tell this to the whole world. To that end…"

So I send my gaze to the Dwarves on my left. I had a bad feeling about that unnatural move.

"… I, Me, consider October 24th as the day on which peace in the world was preserved, and I want to add it to the anniversary of the victory over the Demons. We propose to hold a Victory Festival to convey our gratitude to the Lockhart family…"

A Victory Day exists in the Kingdom of Kaum to mark the victory of the Battle of Acree Chain. That's June 23rd. And on October 24th, in addition to Victory Day, we have also proposed holding a Victory Festival.

That's where non-Knights start bothering. Because we are not sure of the queen's intentions. But I knew why somehow.

"To convey gratitude from the Kingdom to all of the villages, every year (...), we want to honor the English Spirits in this place (...), as well as celebrate victory with you! Of course, the kingdom will bear the cost"

And turn to Ulrich,

"Why not propose Drexler Mason Chief, and Blacksmith Guild together? Every year (...), here (...), we celebrate this great victory with the Rockhart family (...)!

Here I am weak.

Every year, the Queen proposes to hold a festival here in the village of Rasmore. Involve the Blacksmith Guild as well.

(I wonder how many Dwarves will ever come to the festival... I wonder if a hundred or two will ever make it... was Kati after this from the start? Because if the kingdom is a festival that conveys gratitude, I can wave the big hand and come myself...)

With that in mind, Ulrich was whining on the side, "Is this the secret?" "What are you talking about," I heard, but it is undone by the endorsement of the Dwarves like the anger.

"That's Katie! Non agrees!

"Ulrich! Don't tell me you disagree!

"" Sieg, Scotch!

Next to the Dwarves, the villagers also said, "We agree so much!," he shouted, clapping loudly.

And for some reason, the villagers said, "Sieg, Scotch!" The scream rose, and the meadows were dominated by avid air.

(Do you know what that means... I guess it's going to be popular all over the world...)

Ulrich slowly comes forward to the cry.

"Quiet!" he sips, stopping the screams of those who were enthusiastic.

"Non agrees, but we're going to take a vote just in case! Hands up if you agree! Sieg, Scotch!

When I say that, I shake my right arm up loudly. Shortly afterwards, all Dwarves simultaneously said, "Sieg, Scotch!" "I shouted and shook my arm up.

"It's up to you!," he shouted, "" Sieg, Scotch! "" The cry wrapped the meadow. The villagers and even the Knights said the same thing, "Sieg, Scotch!" "he exclaims.

Ulrich turned to the queen,

"The Blacksmith Guild also endorses the Victory Festival. It will be difficult to give money for festivals in other countries. Funding will be provided by the Nora Blacksmith Guild. The kingdom only needs to help transport it."

I was blurry to hear the interaction. I wasn't the only one. My father, my grandfather, and my brother stood up similarly.

(No, no, this wouldn't be a good story to decide just that way...)

Though I think so, it's not an atmosphere I can say anything about. Especially when I see the surviving families bowing their heads in tears, I can only think of no choice.

Does my father feel the same way, look at me.

"What do you think we should do? No, I guess I'll just have to accept it, but what can I say..."

I knew how my father felt painfully.

"Please convey your gratitude. But I was wondering if I could tell you that we need the approval of the Imperial government."

I'll tell him that somehow. My father nodded at it, too, and stood beside the queen.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your offer! However, our Lockhart family belongs to the Caerm Empire. Just know that you will need the approval of the Imperial Government."

That makes the Dwarves even more enthusiastic.

"I mean, bye! I hope the Plymouth branch persuades the Emperor (...)! It's not easy!

Dra's voice echoes that of former master craftsman Gaelnote Graver in the front row. The word "persuasion” sounded like "blackmail” to me. My ears must have gone crazy.

When the queen smiles satisfactorily, she once again graciously thanks her back. You seem to think you've already made up your mind. In fact, it's like a decision.

(I knew you were after me, Kati...)

I finally understand what the queen is after. She was going to be able to host the next Dwarf Festival, which is on hold every year.

(But can I get my parents out of Ars for nearly a month? I'm worried it won't affect the economy of the Kaum kingdom... no, it's not just Kaum. Dwarves from other countries will come too. I don't know how many dwarves are coming here...... I'm anxious...... if we're going to have a festival every year, we'll have to rethink Scotch's production plan......)

With that in mind, Ulrich, with the same satisfying grin as the queen, moves forward. The meadows are still engulfed in excitement, but when Ulrich stood he became natural and quiet.

(That's the master craftsman. It calms the field only with its presence. His face seems to be laughing for it...)

Ulrich started talking to Seo Momouro. The voice had earlier enthusiasm calmed down like a lie.

"When I heard that this village had been attacked by the undead, all of them lost their blood. Immediately afterwards, the blood of Nona boiled!

So I looked around the venue,

"Some will worry about the liquor in this village and think it's mad. But that's not it! scream." And keep talking in a talking tone.

"Nong and the others don't like alcohol. I can't deny that. But then, we came all the way down here to save this village because we were worried about our friends, our drinking friends!

Dwarves are nodding at the words.

"Lockhart is not a friend of Nona's. Anyway, so are the people from this village. You can rebuild the liquor. It takes time, but we can rebuild it! But not my friends! Once you lose your life, you can drink with me twice!

Look around the venue again, and gaze at the villagers in the center.

"Many of those who lost their lives in this battle can remember their faces. I wonder if there are so many fun and noisy companions in this world six months ago, even though I regret it and thank them for protecting the village and spreading my life. It may be hard for the survivors, but Non and the others never abandon their friends. I just want you to remember that."

The villagers were impressed by the words. They called us friends about ourselves, and told us that we could throw everything at them if we were for friends.

He is the master of the blacksmith's guild, where he is said that he will not even bow his head to the emperor of the world's greatest power. I was impressed with his words myself.

"If the village had been wiped out, Non and the others would have shot and destroyed the undead, and even crossed Aquila and attacked the land of the demons. I was so prepared to come to this village. We can't stop Nong La in the future. No matter what anyone says..."

Having said that, I glanced at the queen and turned to the Dwarves.

"O brave dwarves! Now the great army of the undead disappeared with dew by the brave men of the village of Rasmore. This result is a testament to Lockhart's justice! ……

The meadow is quiet. He will shake up that powerful arm and continue his speech even further.

"... we Dwarves can live for the first time by being with Lockhart! To keep Lockhart fighting any longer is a crisis in our lives, in the food for our lives (...) itself. We have to remind the villagers! Now is the time for Dwarves to stand for tomorrow's future!

"" Ooh! "" said the dwarves. For some reason, the villagers and the soldiers of the Knights are also screaming.

Ulrich shakes his arms up loudly as if to respond to it.

"Sieg, Scotch!

Shortly thereafter, the voices of the Dwarves explode.

"" "Sieg, Scotch!

"" "Sieg, Scotch!

"" "Sieg, Scotch!

The voices of the Dwarves surround the village of Rasmore. With that enthusiasm, the people of the village were also together and shouting up their arms.

(This is Dwarf...)

I was blurry and looking at the far mountains.

And he shook his head small that the last words had at some point turned into "food for life," i.e. stories about protecting distilled liquor.

(I wonder what it is. This emptiness...... I could honestly be impressed without the last word. I want to tell you to give me back my inspiration...... but I guess it's something I can't help. Because it's a dwarf...)

Whatever my thoughts, the Dwarves' enthusiasm continued.

Ulrich's congratulations? ends, where a frantic enthusiasm has only subsided, my father declares the holding of the festival.

"We will hold a festival to celebrate victory over this! It's rude, as usual! I want the knights to enjoy themselves fully! Musicians! Bright song!

"" Ooh! "" I heard a scream, and the musicians, whom Sir Elwes was calling in, began playing. As my father commanded, upbeat cheerful songs begin to play and I feel festive all at once.

"It's all free today! But if you have something you want, line it up properly! There's plenty of alcohol and knobs!

Alliance clerk Jonathan Water is circling the venue screaming like that.

Only a hundred of the Black Steel Knights are supposed to turn to security this time, and the other soldiers attend the festival. That's why they lined up in front of the barrel to get booze.

The demons around the village were confirmed to be free of anything dangerous, including the eastern woods, and all soldiers wanted to participate in the festival. But Baron Roxbala, the commander, has said no to just how to get rid of the security of his country's queen.

And today, the Village of Rasmore vigilante was also off guard, and everyone was at the festival. Walt, a grandfather or squire head, seems to think he's too relaxed, but it's unlikely that anyone who interferes with this festival will show up.

Assuming he shows up, he just slaps the angry dwarves. The Dwarves nowadays wouldn't think it strange for anyone to defeat the dragon with their bare hands.