Dream Life

Tria history September 20, 2023.

A year or four months have passed since my twentieth birthday.

Peaceful days continue in the meantime.

Peace didn't mean I was free. The liquor festival continues without being cancelled, and we have been invited to the ceremony last June because the sale of distilled liquor will begin in Ars.

The distillery near Ars, the "Slayside Distillery", was even larger than it had been at the beginning of operations.

In addition, five new distilleries have been added nearby, all of which operate at full rotation. We have already drastically separated the village of Rasmore in terms of raw alcohol production, and in less than three years the Dwarves of Ars should be able to drink Scotch without restrictions.

Other distilleries, but Wellburn has started selling distilled liquors, and production of distilled liquors has also begun in the southern part of the empire, such as Seawell and Ezarrington and Imperial Primes.

Seawell wines also matured well, and hands were added to the production of low-temperature fermented beer.

Alcohol relations are very good, but I had problems.

That's about Luna.

She was officially adopted by the Lockhart family a year ago. That in itself is not particularly problematic and my family is very happy.

Especially as my mother's delight was unusual, so much so that my sister Sophia, after we had been listening together, was about to bend her navel.

"Even though I or Sister Serra are there," she swelled her cheeks and Sophia said, even though my mother fought back.

"You or Serra don't show interest in sewing or cooking. Well, except for those who eat food, Luna has shown an interest in sewing and cooking, and she'll be happy to wear cute clothes. I wanted to do that with you as a female parent and you guys..."

Sophia nearly bent her navel, but she quickly escaped because she thought the flag was badly colored. The decision to withdraw brilliantly made me laugh when I thought it was for the commander.

As my mother says, neither Seraphine nor Sophia show interest in swordsmanship, but not in anything feminine. Especially since Serra seldom returns when she goes to Fortis to study, and when she does, she only talks about her sword.

What my mother particularly cared about was the outfit. I only try to wear boneless clothes like soldiers wear, or clothes like knights wear in public. My mother always whispers about it, but Luna likes dresses, and she likes to wear feminine outfits.

That Sophia, but I don't hate Luna, we're pretty close when it comes to "Luna Sister".

This looks like the dessert Luna makes is working, and I've seen her sweet "Sister Luna, make something" many times after she's tired of training.

"I'm glad I seem to have a real sister," says Luna, who also seems less than full.

It's the fruit of Luna's training, but this one is going well and not particularly troubling.

There is no problem with the body growth I was worried about, and my bow arm is up according to it.

It has now risen to level twenty and reached the level of a common (...) young adventurer. However, he thought he was stretched because the comparator was the Lockhart family.

What bothers me about Luna is that she obviously has a problem.

That's not about bowing arms, it's something else. I've already noticed it for over a year now and have asked myself several times, but I only get the "nothing in particular" answer back.

I've only heard your troubles once, to be exact.

That was about a year ago, just before her fifteenth birthday.

On the day the blue sky swept through, I was taking care of the horse Kokuyo at the stable. When I was brushing my beloved horse, he said, "May I have a moment?"

"I don't mind," he says, stopping his hand.

Cockyoo cared about us, too, and walked slowly toward the other horses.

"Okay here," he says, sitting on the grass.

I fell asleep in the meadows in the wake of a nice early fall wind blowing through the stable.

Luna sat right next to me like that and started talking.

At first it was a story of no other love. After about five minutes of talking, I've changed the subject.

"What was it like when Mr. Zach was fifteen? I was thinking something special..."

I kept my mouth shut without thinking.

"Right... in the previous world, you didn't think anything of it. It's been fifteen in Doctus over here, but I don't know what to look forward to starting with."

"Really?" I said lonely,

"What should I do? I still do, but even though I was in high school two years ago in the world, I didn't have anything I wanted to do..."

"Weren't you doing the bow? I thought I heard that was a pretty good line, too?

"That's not true... for once, it was the best thing in school, but if you asked me if it was something I wanted to do... it was a time when I had to decide the path too, but I couldn't decide anything... so I'm wondering if I've been flown into this world"

That's where I realized I was somewhat troubled. But I'm not sure I'll give good advice. I managed to put into words what I came up with.

"I don't think so. Even in my day, I could only count the guys who went to college finding what they wanted to do. Don't you have much to do and feel like you went to college for now? I picked the easiest discipline to eat myself. Besides, if they were flying to another world (here), the Japanese would be everywhere."

At the end of the day, I just had to make a joke.

"But you found what you wanted to do here, didn't you? I don't have anything..."

"That's no choice. You're not like an old man who regretted it as much as I did. You can take your time looking for it now. Besides, I don't think I need to find something I want to do."

"Really?!" and Luna is astonished.

I woke up and put my hands on her head.

"Luna thinks too much of anything. I hope you enjoy life. You don't have to have a reason, so you can do whatever you want. You can fail. Because we just have to start over."

This is what I meant.

But she seemed to see it differently and gave a crying look, "But... there's something I want to do..."

The look looked like a lost looking for a parent.

"You don't have to look. I'm not sure they'll find me looking for it. Don't think it's one hand to try everything."

That's what I said and stroked my head, but I worry that what I said was right.

"Thank you," Luna stood up and went back to the castle.

When I dropped her off like that, there was no bullshit about the cockyoo that was behind me at some point.

Looking back, he's shaking his head small enough to look at him properly.

But when I turned my gaze toward the castle, Luna was no longer there.

For once, that made it a little brighter, but I often gave my fifteenth birthday another dark look on the border.

Sounds like a father with a puberty daughter, but I have no idea what women these days are thinking.

Talk to the Liddies, they all seem to know why.

All I got was an answer that said, "Time's the only way to fix this."

When that happens, I just have to say, "Right."

If it's a romantic affair, it's not a matter of how I can be one of the parties.

And today, that Luna came to my room alone.

"I need to talk to you..."

Keep saying that with a slightly more contemplative look and don't cut out the main point inside.

At times like this, it would be counterproductive to hear them out in a hurry, so when I waited relaxed, I started talking in a small voice.

"I want to be an adventurer. Hopefully not here, in Periclitle or another land..."

Suddenly he said, "To the adventurer?" I ask back.

"I don't mind, but let me know why"

She nodded cocklessly and started talking.

"I've been an adult in this world for a year. I think it's time to be alone..."

Adults in this world have been around since the age of fifteen, but the word adventurer is not connected to that.

He hastily adds, because I looked surprised.

"I'm not dissatisfied here! Both father-in-law and mother-in-law should adore each other like their real daughters. And please do well with everyone else, so I'm not dissatisfied. But..."

I don't know why I want to be an adventurer, but I felt like I was in a hurry.

"I don't know what you're in a hurry for, but I'm only sixteen. You don't have to be forced to stand alone. Even in this world, the people who go to school in Doctus are very much the same as Japanese students. So you don't have to."

"I know that. But..."

It feels like I'm finally saying something, but I don't know how to ask. Nor is it the wind that I have found what I wanted to do, which I said before.

"Then let's change the question. You mean independent, but you want to go to another town on your own?

"Yes, because otherwise I'm going to rely on you..."

I don't know if relying on it is a problem, but I answer "ok" and ask another question.

"Then why are you an adventurer? I think it's a different profession. For example, I think you could be a cook."

I didn't quite answer that question. After about ten seconds of silence,

"I thought about that, too. But then it's going to be sweet..."

"Sweet?"

"I think all the Dwarves will come in every town if I cook. I make it for all of you in this village, so even if it's not that delicious...... I myself don't think my food tastes so admirable. So if I'm going to be frustrated at all, I'm going to rely on it. In that regard, if you're an adventurer, you won't be noticed unless you say your name. And I can only do about a bow."

I don't know what to say, but I don't. Luna is liked by the Dwarves. Sometimes it's because it's my family, but the Dwarves sympathize with the way they're trying to cook hard to do something for them more than that.

So I tried to say "I don't think so..." but I wondered what she cared about there.

(Are you feeling responsible for being adopted? That I became a noble daughter after you saved my life... no, to break my feelings for me...)

That's what I've been thinking. I'm having trouble hearing it.

If you feel responsible for being adopted, you can't be honest with me, the second son of the Lockhart family. If you're sick and tired of me, you won't be able to put yourself in front of me.

"Somehow I know why. I would like to be as much in line with Luna's wishes as possible, but I find it difficult for a young woman to live alone in a rough adventurer. Why don't you talk to Liddy or Beatrice, and then we'll decide?"

"Right," but I don't try to move.

"If it's hard to hear, why don't you tell me from me?

"No," he said, standing up,

"I'll think about it a little more. Please wait a little longer to tell Mr. Lydia and the others. If you want to talk, you want to talk to me."

"Oh, if that's all right," he said, smiling.

"It's a little neat. Thank you."

When I said that and lowered my head, I left the room.

I worry about what to do with this story as I look at the door she left.

(You can't tell the Liddies, and I said it was neat, but that face felt like I couldn't make it. I wonder what to do......)

I decided to see how things went for now, but that doesn't solve anything.

Besides, being an adventurer isn't a bad option for her.

Hopefully I'll always be able to watch, but I probably won't be able to. You should have to leave me in the near future. If that happens, it would be comforting to have a trusted fellow adventurer.

It is better for her to deal with powerful enemies than with power and wisdom to create a relationship of trust that allows her to keep her life together.

I hope she thinks for herself that she will find a trustworthy companion, but I feel she only wants to escape the pain she is feeling.

I decided to think about what I could do to make sure I didn't.