Dream Life

March 6.

We, the Lockhart family, have spent a lot of time leaving from the southern realm of the Empire for the central realm of the Empire.

I enjoyed the banquet with the blacksmiths last night, but now they're all tightening their faces. To get into strange land.

When it comes to strange lands, it doesn't mean danger awaits.

From here to the city of Fosdale, the entrance to the central region, it will pass through the central street, so security is good and there is no place to call it a difficulty.

But because I don't know what's going to happen like this one, my father had warned me to keep my mind on it during yesterday.

"Thank you for your help!" When my father raised one hand, the Dwarves said, "You're always welcome! Sieg Scotch! He responds by saying."

Departure under the drop-off of the Dwarves and continue on the central street across a huge bridge.

Out on the street, on the right hand side, a huge mountain of testa swept like a wall, and the top of it was white with snow.

The central street runs through the countryside, where freshly sprouted grass tells us of spring visits.

Until the third day it was while overtaking the Imperial Army's Heavy Squad, but after the fourth day it also stopped seeing the Heavy Squad.

The Lockhart family also has carriages, but although there are fewer barrels of Scotch, loaded with souvenirs to the village, costumes used in ceremonies, etc., it is almost empty by weight.

In fact, I started the Imperial Family and received celebratory items from each Duke's house, etc., but there are many artworks such as paintings, tapestries, sculptures, etc., which have become my storage magic (inventory) to avoid damage during transport.

There is also a carriage with close proximity to the sky, which is able to increase the speed than normal.

Also, if it was a line of other nobles, it might have been difficult for the ladies riding the carriage to turn up the sound, but my modified carriage doesn't make my mother or sister riding uncomfortable even if the shaking is smaller or slightly faster. That's one of the reasons I was able to increase my speed.

It just meant that, although the Imperial Army itself has decreased, there are many merchants who intend to do business with the army against them and that the number of carriages is more than usual.

Around 3pm on March 18th.

He proceeded well on the central street extending west from Ezarrington, reaching the city of Fosdale, some four hundred kilometers away.

Though it rained heavily along the way and ate a halt for two days, it would have travelled at an average rate of thirty kilometres per day as planned.

The city of Fosdale is also a fortified city, but not on the same scale as the standard fortified city.

The standard fortified city is surrounded by walls one kilometre on one side and ten meters high, with no moat built.

But here one side is surrounded by a three-kilometre wall and a moat about ten metres wide. And the walls were covered with towers, and they showed their beauty.

There is a reason why Fosdale is such a robust fortified city.

It hits the border with the central region and crosses the Foss River west of Fosdale into a vast grassland area.

In other words, here in Fosdale, during the expansion of the Empire, we fought repeatedly against the nomads and the Centaurs who were horseback riding nations.

If Ezarrington is the last fort in the Imperial Capital, this hits a fort on the front line.

Nowadays both the nomads and the Humans are respectful to the Empire, and it seems that the land of peace itself is just a defensive force called the Fosdale Regiment of about a thousand people hitting security.

As we crept through Fosdale's huge castle gate, the imperial-style township was spreading. But the figure of the people who live is very different from that of the southern part of the empire.

They have a unique cultural outfit, cloth wrapped around their heads like turbans, and the emergence of a vest in colorful larger clothes in blue and red, so baffled by the gap with the streets.

In addition, the city has a distinctly different spice scent than around Teito, which also scratches my exotic feelings.

"That's amazing. It's like a nomadic town like Mongolia I saw on TV."

Luna riding a horse with me leaks her thoughts.

"Right. Until yesterday, it was a different country. It's totally different from the North, and I'm really surprised."

Luna's horseback riding arm had risen in the past half month or so, enough to ride alone in a flat spot. However, the central streets are heavily trafficked, so they ride together in case of unforeseen circumstances.

Upon entering the inn, my father took Sims and headed to the castle for a tribute visit. Since this town is under the direct control of the emperor, there are no lords and deputies are sent.

By the way, there is no branch of the Blacksmith Guild here, and you don't have to go greet the Dwarves.

When we left the horse at the inn, we went straight to the garrison for training.

There is about a kilometer from the inn to the garrison, so I walk relaxed, but is it rare, everyone but my brother-in-law Rosalie walks around looking at Kyolo Kyolo. Rosalee has been to the Imperial City from Wellburn in the north, and the only one of us has ever visited this place.

There were many stalls out on the boulevard, and meat from demons living around here was also sold.

Lizard demons, armored lizards (armored lizards) served at the Dwarf Festival, such as the Great Horn and five meters in length, are caged not only in skewers and chunks of meat, but also in living demons.

"It's the demonic meat the Humans hunted! It's a rarely edible and precious thing! What do you say, brothers there!

An open-air father selling skewers calls out to us. Obviously because I can tell as a traveler.

"I have somewhere to go. I'll have them drop by later," he said appropriately, continuing down the main street.

The garrison of the defensive forces was northwest of town and many soldiers were still encouraged to train.

My brother will represent me and negotiate with the commander of the defensive squad, and I will rent a painting of the squad to start training.

Here Luna also trains together.

I've been letting them join me since about before I left the Imperial City, but of course it's not something rock-heart stream intense.

herself, she wanted training because she was aware of her lack of physical strength.

Now that she's overwhelmingly short of strength, she lets her stretch, run, etc. as an exercise to build her basic health. I intend to gain some strength during this journey and start training in earnest after returning to the village.

In about thirty minutes, my father will also join me, and all the Lockhart family, except my mother, will be encouraged to train.

Is it still unusual here, or can we have a crowd right away? But because you know our rumors, there was no one involved.

On my way back to the inn, I went down the same road as I went, but when I saw us worn out, my father in the street couldn't seem to speak either.

Return to the inn to take care of your gear and enjoy local cuisine. This is because I ordered it.

Being the best lodging in Fosdale, we could have the same dishes as we would have had near Teito, but then we convinced everyone that there was no flair for the journey.

There was plenty of yogurt, lamb, etc., and the squire and vigilantes were eating with a subtle look on their faces.

Liddy also said, "It doesn't feel very good for my mouth," and Mel also said, "I think I should have turned off the smell a little bit more."

"You smell too strong," Beatrice also says while letting his nose snap, and Sharon and his younger brothers say, "Spice is too clever... it's hard" and huffy.

In the meantime, Luna was the only one who looked subtle at times but ate normally for the price. The friendly Selah was so surprised that she could "eat well".

I'll talk to you later.

"Because I liked Ethnic food a lot. Even so, I've only eaten family stuff."

and told me with a smile.

The following March 19th.

Exit the west gate of Fosdale and cross the Foss River. The river was two hundred meters wide and one hundred meters deep, making it a deep valley of cliffs, which prevented the invasion of horseback riding peoples as a natural barrier.

The river is crossed by beautiful arch bridges, admiring the high ability of earthly attribute magicians two thousand years ago.

On the western side of the bridge, there is an exit castle that combines a checkpoint, and from here lies the central region.

Through the castle gate, a gentle undulating meadow was spreading.

Still, a little light to say blue, but the jade color of the sprouted grass and the slightly discolored green over the winter look like a carpet.

"Sometimes it's just a meadow zone......" and when I leak a word of emotion, Luna also says, "That's amazing. If you run a horse, it's going to be fun," he looks up at me.

The central street runs through its meadow zone, but here too the great civil engineering skills of the empire appear.

The main streets of the Empire are magically paved with the earthly attribute "stone creation". Because of this, it looks like a concrete paved road, but it is still in such clean condition that after more than two thousand years it needs little repair.

Professor Raspade taught me at the Tilia School of Magic that it is not a simple stone-creating magic, but combined with a “hardening (hardening)" of metallic magic.

The professor's research seems to draw a magical formation of hardened magic in the stone and to keep it working by regularly supplying it with magic. The supply of magic is provided by Imperial Army magicians, but if you see only one place, it means every ten years is enough.

This technology, but now it's almost lost, to the extent that researchers like professors can use it, and it seems that few can use it in the Imperial Army.

The landscape, where one weed-free street pierces the green carpet, makes the modernized earth's meadows (broom).

We took the street northwest all the way.

Even in the meadow area, without being attacked by demons or bandits, things were going well.

The security around here is borne by the nomads, the horseback riding nations and the human horseback races.

The Humans and Horses in particular are also hunting peoples and hunt demons for food. It is also rare for bandits to appear, as they eliminate the leftovers who have broken in in in the sense of protecting their own territory.

For this reason, to the extent that weak demons of detachment appear, it is said that they can travel safely without escorts.

Only one inconvenience is that there are few accomodation towns between Fosdale and Netherton.

In the meantime there is a distance of about three hundred and fifty kilometers, but only three can be said to be accomodation towns. If you go thirty kilometers a day, it means you can only stay in the inn once every three days and the other days will be in the wild.

Its wild boarding house, but once set for camping, a place with a water field. We could have accomodation towns, but the imperial government's policy of protecting the rights of the nomads is that we can only make towns that are minimally necessary.

The town is also not an imperial-style fortified city with walls, it seems to be a small town with just a simple wooden fence.

In the camp the nomads waited. Not only do they sell food, fuel and specialties, but they also lend tents, blankets and other things for lodging.

Even when it comes to tents, it's a simple, multi-cone thing like Native Americans used.

My brothers are excited about this situation.

This will be their first camp, as they have never joined a reconnaissance into the woods that involves camping. To put it plainly, it feels like an elementary school student going to experience learning in a forest school. I wonder if the children of the twenty-first century are the same.

Theo, Selah, and Sophia said, "Brother Zach, how can you stand a tent?" or "Cooking on a bonfire is like a festival! It feels like" constantly.

Luna also came near me and said, "I remember when I went to camp. I miss it," he said, trying to go help his mothers cook. But you remembered something, and suddenly you stopped.

"Can I just make something else for a second?," he asked me to lend him a pot.

While taking the pan out of the storage magic (inventory) and giving it to him, he said, "What are you going to make?," he asked, "Don't tell me. I'll tell you when it works," he said, laughing nicely, and went to his mothers.

After taking care of the horses and preparing for the camp, by the time you can cook, the sky will be stained blue, and only the orange light of the campfire will illuminate the camp.

The fat from the meat begins to smell good from the area where the nomads are. A small group bought meat stabbed on the skewer there, and also bought liquor in the skewer.

I went to see what liquor was for sale during preparation, but it wasn't horse milk liquor, it was regular beer and wine.

I talked to one of the nomads and they said they had horse milk liquor for once, but only to the extent that they consumed it on their own.

I asked him if he could share it with me because I was interested, but he refused to share it with the outsiders because it was special to the tribe.

By the way, they bought beer in barrels when they went to town, and they sold it for about three times the price of town. Surprisingly, I admire you for being good at business or strong.

There is also a good smell from the Lockhart family bonfire.

A simple stew made in a large pot and skewered meat, bread in my inventory, is dinner.

Alcohol is also in the inventory, but it is my father's policy to ban alcohol throughout the camp. This is because, although it is a safe street, it is treated as being in march. The truth is that it is a measure of vigilance against the enemies of the gods, but it is only telling them that because it is not a story that can be told to the servants.

As I approached the large pot to eat the stew, the pot I gave Luna hung beside me. Inside are potatoes, carrots, onions and beef, with hints of fish stock and sweetness.

"I tried making meat potatoes. Even so, it's moddly," Luna said, laughing and serving it in a vessel.

"Potatoes of flesh... well made even though you don't have soy sauce," I admire.

"I tried replacing it with fish soy. It smells a little strong and it's not what I imagined."

"So it's moddly..." he says and carries the potatoes to his mouth.

She's right, too much fish soy, strong salt, strong smell of fermented fish. However, it was well sweetened with sugar, and the smell was less than I thought I was also using white wine.

"This guy is delicious! Well done for making it in a short time. I'm glad you made it again."

Luna snorted, saying "yes" to my words.

"What is this guy," Beatrice approached, feeling intrigued and so on.

"It's a simmer made of beef and potatoes. I think it tastes a little sweet and spicy."

"Can I have a little too," she tells Luna, nodding quickly and serving in the vessel.

Beatrice flaunts her face for a moment at the smell of fish soy, but throws potatoes into her mouth.

"This guy is nice. At first, it smelled like fermented eagle (anchovies), but the sweetness and softness are good."

Liddy, Mel and Sharon also stop by Beatrice's words.

The three of them called it delicious, Luna said "thank you" and smiled as she lit up.