Dream Life

Around 4pm on April 1st.

He was invited by the Sorel tribe to enjoy the festival in their camp. I was able to get around to the nomads as well as the Humans and get into a unique culture.

I bought some products that looked interesting and made them souvenirs. Even so, it's not booze.

Dried meats, unique flavored rock salts, and dried herbs.

I wanted to stay until night, but today I have a tasting of the Zach collection at the Blacksmith Guild. For this reason, we are going after the festival venue and heading towards the guild.

As I walked, I was thinking about the inheritance I heard from the former chief of the Sorel tribe.

(I care about the word from God... what happens in the future and what I ordered... I know it's likely to involve Luna... I can't help thinking about it now...)

Sharon lines up next to me when I'm thinking about that.

"Mr. Luna might come here in the future."

I stare at her face unexpectedly in words as if I had read my thoughts.

"You might want to be actively involved with the Dwarves as well. Because the Blacksmith Guild is all over the world. Why don't you stop by Ars and tell Mr. Ulrich and the others to behave like cooks"

Her thoughts are somewhat understandable.

If Luna fights the enemies of the gods, she'd better have a little more allies. But not just a lot. The enemy is so much as the gods fear. So I'm going to need the condition that I can absolutely trust you.

Dwarves are relieved in that regard. I can't think of them betraying their friends.

And the network of blacksmith guilds is also attractive. Always exchanging business information and engaging with the Lockhart family is communicated at the fastest level in the world.

Even in terms of information management, it can be trusted far more than commercial guilds and magician guilds.

"Right. But you shouldn't have a lower heart. It would be better to think about it just because you want to have a delicious knob"

"Right. I'm sure Mr. Ulrich, Mr. Gaelnote and all the other Dwarves will definitely like Luna's cooking. So that's it."

"That's right. That's fine."

Talking about that, Luna said, "What are you talking about? I've heard."

"I would have had the meat potatoes that gave me this intermission. I'm talking about how everyone would be happy if we showed that at the blacksmith's guild. That's a good knob for beer."

"Really?," Luna tilts her neck,

"I'd like to make it if you guys would be happy. But will you be really happy?"

"I guarantee that," Sharon said, "because Master Zach says so. Absolutely. Whatever it is, because you know Dwarf best," he adds.

"Okay. I'll think about if I can make something else... what would you like..."

That's what I said and started thinking about putting my finger on my jaw.

Arriving at the branch of the guild, tastings are held as usual.

As expected, how do they drink the Zach collection? was well worn. I still admire the network of guilds in my heart that they are not insulted.

A series of rituals? at the end, tears and runny nose, surrounded by dwarves whose excitement still does not cool.

"It's a dream! I didn't know you could drink so much..."

I get feelings similar to this over and over again.

Branch Manager Carl Krutz told me that he was worried about leaving Netherton after hearing about Scotch.

"... I guess I'll still be able to drink this here... I've thought about pulling it up to Ars for a while..."

Few dwarves settle in Netherton, and they say there are many cases where young blacksmiths open workshops for about a decade to train.

This tends to be common in regional cities of the Empire, and seems to be the same in the major northern city of Welburn. In fact, Beltram, a blacksmith in the village of Rasmore, trained in his native Ars, and a training workshop was opened in Welburn, but his grandfather invited him to come to the village of Rasmore.

This was originally based on the habit that a species called Dwarf would not want to remain in one town.

In their case, they have a desire to drink alcohol from various lands and often move to another town in about ten to twenty years. Apart from the biggest cities such as the Imperial capital Plymouth and Aurelia, they will continue to live for decades and eventually settle in because the land alone will allow them to taste enough booze.

Carl was also from Ars, and he thought about that because it was time to set up a workshop in his hometown.

"If you can only drink distilled liquor here, you can't go to Ars. Drink as much as you succeed in taking a bath..."

They talk about corn distillery liquor, and then the Dwarves are so motivated that they can't see it. I'm curious if the officials are okay, but they're enough to be employees of the Blacksmith Guild, so they'll figure it out.

"We were to send the breweries. If you're going home, I'm sorry to have to take you with me."

That's what I say and I bow my head.

"I don't think my father would disagree either... but it doesn't necessarily mean I'm going straight home, okay?

So far, the return is through Fortis into Ars, but in Ars it is the time to install the distiller, because it could go to the distillery along the Slay River.

"I don't mind. There are few good mercenaries around here. You can't afford a satisfactory escort. If the craftsmen are safe even after a little delay, that's fine. You don't have to worry about that with Lockhart."

The meadow area of the central region is a very safe land, as nomads and the Humans maintain security. There is also good security on the part of the northern and southern imperial capitals, and the quality of the escorts hired by the merchants is no big deal, and the absolute numbers are small.

But when it comes to going to Fortis, the story changes.

Fortis is a mercenary state that has declared eternal neutrality. The security of the country itself is fine, except in the border zone with the Empire.

The Imperial side is not interested in security in the border zone, and Fortis doesn't want to turn his own soldiers around and stir up relations with the Empire. For this reason, hanging from the Porta Mountains to the Testa Mountains, it had become a land full of demons and bandits.

You have to ask Fortis to hire even more satisfactory and brilliant mercenaries, but it is currently difficult to secure brilliant mercenaries as a result of the war between the Empire and Luke's Holy Kingdom.

As a blacksmith's guild that cares about craftsmen, I've asked them to make sure they're ready.

Speaking to my father, it was immediately accepted and I decided to rendezvous on my return from Welburn.

"And that's not Lockhart," Carl said. I wondered what you were talking about, and I was talking to the Humans.

"I've been in this town for about twenty years, but I've never heard of a horse being given to me by the Humans. When I said that, I'd never heard the Humans wish for a match."

"I'm surprised about the horse. Even though it's a matching prize, it won't match the bottle I made."

"I thought an earlier bottle would suffice?" and lean his neck.

Sure, if it's just the way it looks, it's beautiful enough to cut out crystals, but the cost of raw materials is five kronas, not five thousand yen in Japanese yen. Thinking about it makes me wonder if I can get a frog horse that does 10,000 kronas a head.

"Whatever it is, there is no doubt that this has given Lockhart even more name. Especially in the middle of nowhere."

I feel Carl's point, too.

After this story was passed on to the town, it felt like the merchants' attitude had increased by more than one step. Until then, I had felt respect for the Viscount of the Empire, but there began to be a look of respect there.

You wanted to get close to the Lockhart family, or even something came to greet you with a gift. Though I didn't receive any gifts, several merchants have told me to speak up whenever I needed to.

I finished my tasting and banqueting at the Blacksmith Guild, and this ended everything I had to do in Netherton.

I leave for the north the following April 2nd.

The adults are tired at a long time banquet yesterday, but Theo and Serra were unusually healthy.

He can't help but be happy to ride the horse he got from the Sorel tribe yesterday.

Luna will be riding the horse by herself, too, and that makes her tense. Only one, her last sister Sophia, was a dissatisfied face.

"Only Brother Theo and Sister Serra are sloppy! Sister Luna, if you want to ride a horse too, I want to ride one too," she said in a dew of dissatisfaction.

Sophia also has enough equestrian skills to ride by herself, and if she's just physical, she's better than Luna, so there's no problem, but she didn't have the right horse gear and she wasn't allowed to ride by herself.

"You have no choice," Beatrice suggested putting him on his horse, and he manages to fix his mood with it.

Though a nine-year-old girl, riding with a big Beatrice for a long time is too burdensome for a horse. For that reason, I had never been able to, but the horse that Beatrice rides was also a large frog horse, and that allowed me to do so.

Theo and Serra's horses together will have been given seventeen, and adding the four that were there from the beginning will result in twenty-one frog horses.

Because there are four carriages, there are twenty-one people riding, including Sofia.

One line of the Lockhart family was in an incredible situation where everyone rides a frog horse, except Luna.

A horse given away, by the way, but well educated, including the young pawns of Theo's.

The Humans can raise horses, but they can't ride them, so it was strange, but when I heard the story, they entrusted their ordination as military horses to nomads in friendship.

As I was preparing to leave in front of the inn, the blacksmiths came to drop me off.

"It's a banquet on the way home! Sieg Scotch!" The voice echoes.

I left the town of Netherton in response.

When I left town and entered the northern streets, there was still the aftertaste of yesterday's festival. Hundreds of nomadic and human horse tents are standing, and they are also beginning to prepare to leave.

Through the camp of the nomads, the same vast meadows had been spread until then.

Now if you think you're finally leaving, now the Sorrels have come to drop you off at the grand total. In their case, they seem to drop them off from the hilltop a little further away, swinging their spears up and loudly.

We waved loudly to meet it, and we proceeded with the horse.

Two hundred and fifty kilometers from Netherton to Wellburn, the destination. Of which, about one hundred kilometres is a meadow zone, through which you will enter the northern region.

In the meadow area, he fell out in three days without being attacked by demons or bandits.

into the northern region, but there have been no significant changes in the landscape, with gentle hilly meadows continuing. However, the difference is that we started to see small settlements and fields.

"Security could be getting worse from here. Take care so you can move into battle immediately! Dan, Lydia and Beatrice ask for perimeter alert."

My father's concern is the long overdue absence of the Northern Governor's Office army.

It is inherently a very safe land in the northern region, especially along the northern streets, but I remain anxious to see what is happening in the absence of the army, which maintained security.

Although the northern governor, Raswell Border Uncle, also appears to be corrupt in policing using prostitutes consisting of citizens and mercenaries invited by Fortis, it is realistically impossible to fill 15,000 regular troops.

We should probably be dealing with it by deciding where to focus on protecting it and keeping patrols close.

Considering that, there was a good chance of being attacked on the way down the street.

Unaccustomed to horses, Luna and Sofia decided to take a carriage and arrived in Dirac, a town in the southern part of the northern region.

Dirac is an imperial standard fortified city in major cities around here. I feel nostalgia for the walls I haven't seen in a long time.

(I don't hate the feeling of "going back and forth to the sea of grass", but I'm getting tired of it, so it's just fine...)

At the castle gate of Dirac, a man of about thirty years of age with a beard fixed in black hair waited. He is wearing blue based clothing, and a beautiful posture with stretched spine makes him feel aristocratic.

"I've been waiting for you. My Lord Viscount Lockhart!

Say that to my father riding the horse and hang the words of welcome. My father rushes down the horse, and we rush down the same way.

"It's Masaias Lockhart," he says, offering his right hand.

"I'm Baron Owen Dirac, lord of this town. I welcome you with all my heart."

When Baron Dirac took his father's right hand and finished his greeting, his brother and his wife Rosalee spoke to the baron.

"You look good"

There's only Miss Borderline, and she seems to be familiar.

"The lady also looks magnificent and above all. And you've become more and more beautiful. I envy Sir Rodrick."

I heard later that the Baron was a schoolmate of Patrick, Rosalee's brother, and he was face-to-face many times at Welburn Castle. It just meant that I've hardly seen Patrick since he died.

"We will now show you to our castle. And you're a brilliant horse."

Look at our frogman horse and raise your voice of sentiment. The northern region is close to the meadow zone, and the frog horse should be familiar with it, but that seems to be a horse he can look at.

Dirac is a standard fortified city, but only has a population of about two thousand. For that reason, I feel a little lonely for us coming from near the Imperial City.

You noticed that, the leading baron explained the current situation to me.

"The number of merchants coming and going on the northern streets is decreasing. The merchants are screaming in our territory…"

There is also a reduction in the security of the northern streets themselves, but what has a greater impact than that is the paralysis of the Aurelia streets.

The northern streets were based on low cliffs leading to the streets of Aurelia and flourished in trade with the kingdoms of Lax and Sartooth.

However, the decline in security completely paralysed Aurelia Street, causing merchants carrying properties in the southern part of the empire to shift to Ars Street through the Kingdom of Kaum.

In addition, merchants handling properties in the central region also have to choose the route via Fortis, and the northern region is gasping for the recession, he said.

We're talking about that, but there was a welcome voice from the people in town for the Lockhart family.

Especially to Rosalie: "Welcome home, Princess!" There are many voices hung, and she responds by waving at it.

My brother next door has many voices, and his popularity in the northern region still seems to be alive.

Walking through such a town, I arrived at Dirac Castle.