Dream Life

Tria history November 1, 2018, around 5 pm.

When the sky begins to stain the sea, the inhabitants of the village of Rasmore follow one family path after another, and the soldiers and adventurers of the Kaum kingdom drink up and dive into the tent for camping. The only thing left in the venue is almost Dwarf. As we expected, the festival was moving to the Dwarves' grand banquet.

The village housewives who were cooking are naturally home, and the fragrant smell that was so stuck in the meadows has disappeared.

But another good aroma that builds my appetite comes in slightly.

The aroma originated from a stewed dish made in a large pot. This is what I asked for in anticipation of the night, and it is put on a simple "Kamadu".

Moreover, as at the last Dwarf Festival, many incendiaries had been set ablaze. There, the meat and fish stabbed on the skewers are roasted, and the dwarves make rings and serve liquor.

"I still have Scotch left. Not tonight!

When Ulrich Drexler, the chief craftsman, declares so, the surrounding dwarves hoist their jocks high.

There are only ten barrels left. Still, there are more than a thousand litres, but only a little (...) 800 cc per person, about a bottle.

(I think it feels strange to think it's less for a bottle, but it will never last until tomorrow morning. Well, I guess I'll have it between because there's still barley and wine left... Dwarves drink about two liters of scotch per person...)

The Lockhart family faces are still there, but my mother and young sisters are about to return to the mansion.

It's us on the first night of our wedding, but we're going to hang out to the point where we can hang out because it feels even better now. For once, I've asked Liddy and Beatrice.

"Not now. Besides, these people are leaving tomorrow, but we're with them all the time. Then the priority should be to thank these people."

"I agree with you. You have no choice but to leave your parents alone."

When I went to tell the Ulrich guys about it, they laughed when I said, "Sounds like Zach and the others".

I also started drinking by saying, "Sure you do".

Lift your left hand where you started drinking and look at the ring.

"Not only are you thankful for the words of celebration, but you've even given me such wonderful things."

When I thank you again, the Dwarves say, "It's not a big deal," but he had a satisfying look on his face.

"But why am I the only one with the right hand?" I asked what I was wondering.

"There's a little trick there," says Oigen, the divine spear next to Ulrich, inviting Beatrice.

"Try to match your left hand with Zach's right hand."

With that said, take Beatrice's hand, which is tilting his neck, and overlap it so that it is flat with my right hand.

The rings hit each other and made a noise called a trick.

The next moment, the light leaked out of my overlapping hands. The light is gentle yellow to make you feel warm.

They don't act alone, but when the two overlap, the magic formations become connected.

"Wow. This" was in my mouth unexpectedly.

"Well, it doesn't just glow. of nothing else," said Georg, who made my protective gear,

"Don't even try it with the Lydias," said Johann, who struck Lydie's sword, pulling her hand.

Thinking of Liddy and her hands glowing together, she emitted an equally pale light. The light was a gentle color that hung slightly green.

"Maybe Mel and Sharon are different colors too"

Nobody answers my question, but the answer was decided because Nico and I were laughing.

Mel, hand in hand with Sharon, Mel was warm pink and Sharon was cool blue hung white.

"You've used up a lot of colors," he admires, telling me why, laughing lavishly.

"In the application of the magic guide of the lights. Non and others were made in their studies."

The Dwarves are said to be made lighting magic props during the apprenticeship period for the practice of granting magic. For this reason, he told me that he was well aware of the structure of the magic formation of the magic props of the lights.

I was concerned that there was no magic crystal stone and asked,

"You take the place of the Demon Stone. It says on the ring via you that the power of the Spirit works. Thanks to my work on the magic team."

Having done an analysis of the magic formations of the weapons seems to have allowed us to come up with a lot of ideas.

"I know exactly what it means to be a group of five. Thank you so much."

This ring is just one very precious set in the world. Even though Dwarf masterpieces have just made ornaments, new attempts have never been made, and I have no idea how much value they add.

(If the imperial nobles knew what this ring meant, they wouldn't be trying to break our relationship. Assuming someone thinks about that, the blacksmith guild turns completely to the enemy, as Kati says...... and I wonder if Kati suggested it so far?

That goes over my head, but I quickly forgot it as I watched the four happy faces.

After about an hour, the sky turns blue from a cedar and the stars begin to twinkle.

Earlier noise had disappeared as to whether the warm orange light of the incendiary fire somehow lured home.

The musicians coming from Kilnarek also feel the atmosphere of the venue, playing soothing songs that provoke the deceased.

By the way, the musicians, but they're getting a fair amount of reward from the Kaum Kingdom, and they're going to keep playing all night tonight.

There was Liddy and Beatrice, Mel and Sharon around me. Dan had been crushed by the Dwarves by a gap I took my eyes off a little while back. Now hanging the magic of detoxification, sleeping in a tent, but definitely getting hung over.

He asks for Dan's medical attention from his sister-in-law, Rosalie's maiden, Eleanor Masefield, about Elena.

Because Elena was learning swordsmanship from Dan and she felt like she was aware of him herself.

They are the same seventeen years old. Elena's home is a historic knight's home serving the Raswell Border Uncle family, and is above the Lockhart family in character. However, it is not the words of Queen Katrina, but if the Lockhart family were to be "soaked" by the Baron or Viscount, it is likely that the Jakes family would also be described by the Knight. In that case, the problem of personality will be resolved and there will be no major obstacles.

I think about it that way and try to keep the two of them together as much as possible, but I'm not sure that's a good thing for Dan.

By the way, it's Angelica Colridge about Rosalie's other samurai, but she seems to be in love with Mel's brother, Sim Marron.

Mel snuck me up on that.

"My brother seems to like Angie, but he seems to care because Angie is a baroness... he seems to have so much fun when he trains on horseback riding, he's kind of not feeling well when he comes home. I sickled a little when I was drinking and he said that..."

Sim's case is the same as Dan's, and if the Marlons were to be knighted, the hurdles would go down a lot. The Baron Colridge family is a martial arts fame, and a knight of fame has full eyes. Sim has raised his martial name under his brother during the Northern Governor's Office army, so if he himself became a cavalier class, the handicap would be almost gone.

Out of the question, Mel and Sharon, who would normally pull up early, had also declared that they would hang out until the end of the day. When asked why,

"I think we're going to have this kind of relationship in a lot of places. So I was wondering if we should get used to it soon."

When Sharon answered that, Mel nodded loudly.

And when they say with a soldered smile, "We want to be together," this one lights up better.

When we talked about this, there seemed to be only five of us, but there were always Dwarves around us. Beltram and Meena, Ulrich and the others are mostly together, especially if they have a long relationship.

"What are we going to do from next year," Beltram asked abruptly.

"That's sudden," I return.

"I don't mind if I do, but I was wondering if I might as well pack it up on this occasion where your uncle is."

There he became a legendary armorer. Beltram's master, and Meena's grandfather, Gaelnote Graver, joined the story.

"It feels like I told Ulrich and Kati, so we can figure it out? Well, it's not the thought of a disconnect that reduces the allocation of scotch."

"There's nothing I can do..."

I've been asking Ulrich if he has "anything" for my uncleaned answer.

"This time it means it's urgent and I can't help it, but if I'm going to do it, I want to make it a proper festival. Especially the liquor and the food. It's not satisfactory at all."

When I say that, the Dwarves admire "That's Zach."

"Nong et al. is not enough for this festival," Gaelnote says.

"I'd be in trouble if I was satisfied to this extent"

That makes me laugh, but the next word clouded the look on the Dwarves' faces.

"Plus it's convenient over here, but when this many people come to the top, the village is overburdened. If we do this without losing quality, the maximum number of people who can normally stay in this village is"

"How many, exactly?"

If the maximum number of people staying at a training institute in the village is fifty, the maximum capacity of three inns is one hundred, and as with the last Dwarf Festival, a total of two hundred and fifty people will be the limit. It's not like I have any hands on getting them through from Kilnarek or Bogwood, but it's unrealistic given the travel time.

"A rough estimate, but two hundred and fifty would be the limit. Including fifty staff of cooks and booze clerks."

"I mean, bye. You mean two hundred if it's just us..."

Ulrich shrugged so as to squeeze it out.

"If you decide to take part in the festival at the end of the Mastery Test, it will be less than that?

"Sure, but... Periclitle and Doctus, Fortis have completed their training, but Primus and Fonce and Aurelia have yet to even have the purpose of training..."

The Skills Assessment took a skilled "Expert" course at the Rasmore Village Training Institute, which means that the blacksmiths I coached to improve the magic team are supposed to make the best weapons and compete.

However, there is no training outlook at all for the remote imperial capital of Primus, the King's capital of the Kingdom of Lax, Fonce, which is difficult to reach in relation to the Empire, and the commercial city of Aurelia, which is difficult to navigate due to the insecurity on the streets of Aulera and the increased demand for weapons.

I know what's going on, but it's not a question of how I can do it. If I could, I could do it on the receiving end.

"How about this," I say, "Ulrich and Gaelnote say," Do you have any good ideas! "" and eat up at the same time.

"It's still an abdominal proposal, but divided into two parts: spring and autumn. Spring is a liquor tasting that brings in liquor. Autumn is a festival of celebrations. If we train accordingly, we'll have some accommodation. Even this way, it would be helpful if you narrowed down the number of participants per trip, and in the spring, as in the previous one, if you decide to bring alcohol, you will clean up the issue of alcohol depletion. If it were to be about four hundred people a year, it would be a tour in a few years. Well, we're just talking about the parent class."

My biggest concern is the load on the village. It's not a problem because the blacksmith's guild will bear it financially, but the loads involved in the operation, such as preparation and cleanup, will increase geometrically if they are larger.

There's also the problem with the banquet, but the biggest problem is with the bathroom. Not half the amount this many people excrete, this time digging holes and using them as toilets.

Every time, if I can magically drill a hole, it won't be a huge burden, but assuming I'm not around, there's no way to do this. The big question is what to do with the final disposition.

This time we'll burn and bury what's in the hole with the magic of a volcano (Volcano), but this is also a story we can't do without me and Sharon.

In today's Rasmore village's social infrastructure, Infrastructure, the population is just about one or five times more severe in the short term.

I think 30% increase is the limit for comfort.

Still, it will be necessary to develop the infrastructure now.

(Maybe we should take the sewage treatment a little more seriously. I have a stomach proposal for once, but if I don't study it, there is a huge risk of failure...)

The Ulrich and the others were starting to consult while that was on their minds.

"If it's 200 people per hit, fifty people from Ars isn't the limit. You'll only be here once every three years."

"No, if Ars alone accounted for a quarter, there would be fierce protests from each branch. Besides, my young people are here this time. If you just turn it around, you'll eat the poke up too. Precisely, once every five years would be better."

Tales such as these are exchanged with a serious look.

There are ways of not placing a limit on the number of people, once every few years, in multiple venues, but that would not fit the purpose of the Dwarves.

Whatever it is, because their biggest purpose is to come to the village of "Holy Land” Rasmore.

(Change your mind. Maybe even a tour, not an event. Have a group of about ten people from all over the place to embark on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land... maybe we could create a travel agency. I would enjoy the trip if I had the conductor "Touacon"... but I'm afraid I'm going to come aboard when I suggest this...)

Blurring with that in mind,

"Don't let your newlywed husband think about anything else. Ho ho ho..."

The queen made fun of me like that. I certainly didn't find it impressive that the groom who just had the wedding was letting the brides (...) go and thinking about something else.

I apologize to Liddy and the others,

"Oh, I don't care because it's the usual."

"Right. It's dwarf entanglement. If you don't think about it, we can't talk about it."

They say.

Mel, too, Nico, said, "It's okay. Because I'm having a good chat with you all," said Sharon and "I was thinking with you......" I bow my head.

Four people were paying attention.

In the end, the Ulrich decided to drink my suggestion.

"I don't want to come here at all, but I don't mean to bother you"

Was it a bitter choice, the Ulrich's expressions are hard.

I thought that was the end of the conversation, and there was more to it.

"See you there. Instead of reducing the number of people at once, will you let me stay for about three days? Or one more thing. Spring is not meant to come with alcohol, but I want you to do something about it in the fall. Of course I'll give you the money."

A stay of about three days is within our expectations. Alcohol and ice room storage have other ideas.

"I'll talk to your father. Besides, at least we have to get permission from the Imperial City, so the decision follows. This frequent event could bring not only the Imperial City, but also the Commercial Alliance."

Ulrich leaks dissatisfaction when I say so.

"You don't need the Emperor's permission."

"I don't need your permission. But at least we should give the Chancellor or the Senate some information. To keep us out of the royal house commotion."

"Is that what it is? You can't help it that way, but don't worry about the commercial guild. If anything should come of it, Noon and the others will do something about it. Hey, Katie?

The queen, who spoke to Ulrich, snorted.

"Yeah, I'll do something about it with me. By the way, what happens to my participation?

To tell the truth, I thought the treatment of this queen was the most troublesome thing.

It is clearly unusual for the Queen of one country to frequently attend festivals in another country. I have already participated patiently in the Spring Dwarf Festival and, including this one, will have visited twice in just six months.

It is unusual for the Queen to visit so often outside her own country of origin, but it is not surprising that frequent visits to one part of another, albeit adjacent, may seem intentional. Lockhart territory, in particular, has become an enclave of the Caerm Empire, and it could be assumed that the Kingdom of Kaum is trying to take in the Lockhart family with every distillation technique.

Tell them about it,

"… so I think visits by kingdom officials, including Her Royal Highness, are limited to about every five years"

The queen seemed like she would say something with a sad face, so I would press "because I can't do it as Mr. Katie," just in case.

"Don't give up. Non and the others had to wait for the order," he was comforted by Gaelnote.

But that didn't make me think this queen would give up. I'm pretty sure I'm going to use some kind of hand to try to join.