Dream Life

Tria history March 25, 2022.

Me and Mel are having Sharon's wedding today.

It was also the day the Dwarf Festival took place, and many Dwarves were visiting the village of Rasmore.

Dwarf Festival, although the Blacksmith Skills Assessment and Liquor Quality Review were held last year, only the Liquor Quality Review took place last year. This was because the major branches showed off their arms after completing the Proficiency (Expert) course and did not attract enough participants to compete in the arms.

That being the case, it was decided by the General Assembly that the Skills Assessment would take place every five years, but some branches said they had an opinion that it should be done more often.

This came out of a branch that we weren't convinced of our allotment, but I feel it makes no sense if we don't braid groundbreaking methods like the Wellburn branch because the advantages of Ars's total headquarters are unwavering even if we do it too often.

The Liquor Product Review also suggested to Ulrich Drexler and the Dwarves that it should coincide with a victory festival in the fall, but was rejected with overwhelming opposition.

"Then you can only come here in autumn."

Their opinions are aggregated into this.

Especially since the distant Dwarves will be leaving work for a long time, only a few people at a time can participate, so much so that they cried, "Do something to keep me going".

As far as I'm concerned, it's hard to prepare, so I just want you to give me a break, but I can't say I'm so strongly looking forward to it.

At the heart of the wedding, but just like at Liddy and Beatrice, it turned out to be a massive outdoor thing.

That's fine, but I can't hide the confusion that more big men have gathered than I thought.

The head of the big man is Queen Katrina of the Kaum kingdom, just like last time.

Not surprisingly, this queen will always show up if she has alcohol. This time he is also coming to the village for the reason that he will visit the academic city of Doctus for improved printing techniques and scouting for metallic magicians.

I wonder what I would do if I ran out of reasons, but I also don't think that would happen. Because I wouldn't be able to create it without a reason.

That leads to a large number of annoying people headed by Sir Otto Elwes, a young bureaucrat. Their faces float, but there's nothing I can do.

Speaking of the major players in the empire are the Marquis Clement Seawell and Viscount Ignacious Radford. Viscount Radford is not uncomfortable because he participates every year along with Seawell Wine, but he couldn't hide his surprise when he heard the Marquis himself was coming.

Because he thought he would behave cautiously, who belonged to the neutrals and seemed to value his relationship with the Lockhart family, albeit with alcohol entanglements.

However, as permission for this marriage has been granted, it appears that the relationship between the Lockhart family and the neutral, headed by Lord Ezzarington, is improving, so we have decided that it will not be a problem.

Preliminary information from Viscount Radford meant to discuss the improvement of the quality of Seawell wines and the sales strategy for Seawell Brandy, whose distillation began last May, but they came to experience the Dwarf Festival to make Seawell's wine festival a success.

The Seawell Wine Festival will take place next February. I was taught that it was just the time when new liquor could be made and that I would do it in anticipation of the time when brandy production would stabilize.

"The production of brandy itself is going well, but the visibility is low. I plan to start selling again next May, but I thought I'd make it a little more visible by then."

Even when it comes to low visibility, the Dwarves, who are consumers, are more overwhelming, so sales are not anxious at all. He just wants to brand it for a sales competition against later distilled liquors that will come out in the future.

Currently, Seawell brandies are made of three-year and long-term maturation. However, for long-term maturation, the warm climate meant that only small quantities were made at first, and after about fifteen years of seeing how things were going, they went into full-scale production.

As this other big guy at the head of state, Clyde Holborn, the mercenary guild chief from Fortis, came along with Gideon Dyer and others. Of course, I'm with my younger brothers who are training under Gideon.

That's why Clyde came, but it means he stopped by on his way to Periclitle, where the Adventurer Alliance is located. They're going to make a joint proposal to improve the streets out of Fortis to Periclitle, but I can't help but think of a reason for the postponement.

If you ask me about that,

"It's not fair that you're enjoying Gideon all the time. I like booze, too, and I wanted to see this village that he's in heaven..."

All I got was a bitter smile at that honest answer.

My brothers, but they were all growing up to look different. Being fifteen this year means that the childhood of when I left the village two and a half years ago has disappeared.

Theo and Serra were on the same level as the Swordsman Level Thirty-seven and the fifth level mercenary known as the Veteran. He had raised his swordsmanship as well as his equestrian arm, and his brother Rodrick, who was platoon leader in the army of the northern governor's office, was surprisingly skilled.

In addition to this, a message of blessing has been received from the Sorcerer's Guild and the Commercial Guild and the Adventurer's Guild.

Of course, the Ulrich's. Almost all the heavy towns of the Blacksmith Guild are here.

In other words, it will be blessed from all of the five guilds.

The wedding began as last time with a brief greeting and a blessing by the clergy, with a parade in the carriage. Mel and Sharon wore pure white wedding dresses and happily wrapped their arms around me.

Sharon cried out in the middle of the ceremony, impressed by the fact that he was the cause of the postponement. It was more than I could imagine from my usual calm appearance, and it was impressive that Mel was comforting.

At the end of the parade, it will be a partying liquor tasting.

The venue is overflowing with tourists and neighbors who came to the Alcohol Review, and it feels like there are at least three thousand of them.

We got dressed from the courtesy clothes and joined the festival ring.

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I was frying croquettes and mench cutlets in the booth of the Lockhart family. I'm glad everyone at Dwarf said it was delicious, but it was full of loneliness in my heart.

My wife rang out to me, "What's wrong, Luna," to see how that felt on my face.

"It's nothing. I was just trying to figure out what to fry after this."

I forced myself to make a smile so I wouldn't be worried.

"Fine... rest if you're tired. There's me and Molly."

That word says, "Thank you. But it's okay," he says, frying the croquette. Because now it's more distracting to concentrate on something.

Still, I sometimes wonder how happy Mr. Zach and Mr. Mel and Mr. Sharon look.

Two like my sister to me, but now I can't sincerely congratulate them.

(How could we not have met sooner...)

That's too much of a head.

Mr. Mel and Mr. Sharon have been with Mr. Zach since birth. I mean, we've been together for almost twenty years now, and I've always loved you.

I've only lived with him for four and a half years. No, it's shorter because it was pulled for the first year and a half.

I don't think you'd look at me, even if it was the same period. I know that.

I know this is something you shouldn't just think about. But I want that guy to look back. I just want you to look at me. I can't help but think so.

And I don't like myself thinking about that.

I felt like my thoughts would go into a negative spiral, so I decided to think of something else.

I will be fifteen this October. It is often the treatment of adults at the age of fifteen in this world, such as being able to freely register for the Adventurer Guild and the Mercenary Guild.

When you're fifteen, you'll have to decide whether to be adopted by the Lockhart family or live as "just Luna”.

Even so, I can't tell my wife and all the Lockhart family who think of me like a daughter that I will live alone. Sometimes I feel stronger about my wife being a real mother than my biological mother myself.

There's just a reason I can't get through it. That's about Mr. Zach.

Being adopted means being Mr. Zach's sister. I mean, I won't be tied to Mr. Zach forever. That you decide that for yourself.

Of course, you don't have to be my sister. The results are the same. Because it's impossible for that guy to look back.

Still, I honestly can't accept that the possibilities are completely gone.

With that in mind, Serra called out.

"I don't seem to be feeling well for a bit, but are you okay?

I haven't seen Serra in two and a half years. She was so beautiful that she couldn't see. He is also about ten centimeters taller than me and slacked like a model.

Beautiful golden short hair and sapphire-like eyes, nostrils go through, and enough to be an actress. Now I think no one would suspect wearing a normal dress and being a Duke's house maid if it wasn't tanned.

In comparison, I haven't changed much in two and a half years.

He's over a hundred and fifty centimeters tall, and the style's not good. Ms. Sharon said, "I was too late, but I was fine. The growing season is coming," he encourages. That Mr. Sharon was originally an amazing beauty, which makes me unnecessarily depressed when comforted.

"It's okay. But maybe I hit the oil a little bit. I'll give you a break."

"Then I'll bring you something. Brother Zach told me not to drink, so I'm going to get you another drink."

"Thank you. Well, I'll wait here"

When I answered that, I walked up to the stall with Eunice and Robina.

"Because Mr. Zach has strange details," he says to himself unexpectedly.

There is no law in this world that minors should not drink alcohol. If there were such a law, all the Dwarves would make it obsolete.

But Mr. Zach says, "Alcohol has been around since I was twenty," and he barely lets me drink it. It only gives you a taste when you have a really good wine or beer, but soon you erase the alcohol with the magic of detoxification. I do magically turn it off quickly when I drink it, but sometimes I feel obsessed with the drinker and forget about it.

Of course I know why I shouldn't drink it. Because it adversely affects physical growth, but as far as people in this world are concerned, I wonder if Earthlings' common sense doesn't apply.

With that in mind, Serra brought me a wooden jock with food and drinks.

"It's Fortis' famous matton pie. It's delicious with plenty of sheep (matton) ground beef. The drink is a lemonade from Mr. Burt's lemon syrup mixed with the carbonated water made by Brother Zach."

The pie, which seemed to be about thirty centimeters in diameter, was divided into six equal parts. Take one of those and receive the jock with you.

"It's been a long time since Brother Zach's lemonade. I'm afraid you can't drink this without Fortis."

That's what Serra said. She put her mouth on a boneless jock and cheeked up a big matton pie.

Sure, I forget when I'm with Mr. Zach, but they have very few carbonated drinks in this world other than beer. It seems that there is a fountain where carbonated water springs up when it is an empire and you can drink it near it.

I also mouth the lemonade and eat the matton pie crumbled with a fork.

"Delicious," he said.

When I heard about the matton and wondered if it smelled, the aroma of spices and the aroma of well baked pie flour and butter was turning the smell of the matton into a fragrance.

"Right! Brother Zach was so surprised, it's a delicious decision, but I'm the one who found it."

That's what Serra says and stretches her chest.

They found this store in the city of Fortis for everything and invited me to open it at this Dwarf Festival.

I ate something delicious and felt a little better when it got dark.

"That was delicious. It's a great knob, especially for red wine," Mr. Zach added to the story.

I'm dressed in black monochrome clothes as usual, and beside it, Mel and Sharon arm each other with a happy look. They had both changed from dresses to clothes that felt a little more stylish than usual, and they were so natural that I didn't think they were the ones who were having the wedding until just now.

My chest hurt so badly when I saw him.

Because I thought I couldn't be in that place.

At that time, I felt more and more black thoughts gushing up in my chest. If it weren't for those people, I would have been there.

I never thought about that before. I thought I was jealous, but I never thought I'd be gone.

I really didn't like that I thought about it. So I just had to walk away from the spot.

"Thank you, Serra. I'll be back for some fried food because I'm feeling better."

"Wouldn't that be a little better? Because it's a corner," he resents, "but I didn't want to be on the spot, so I'm forced to make a smile and head to the fryer.

"We can't keep you Dwarves waiting. Besides, it's fun because you can tell me it's the best I've fried."

That's what I said and flickered my hands off the spot.

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Luna hadn't noticed, but at that time a small mass of darkness was being born deep in her heart. It was a presence full of destructive impulses, which she had never had before.

That was six months ago, when Zacharias was transported from the ancient ruins he entered with Professor Kittry Erbain.

The lump of darkness emitted a creepy laugh-like thought, but too small for her to realize it.