Dream Life

April 6.

From the depths of Aquila back to the town of Riccadale, three days passed.

Rest is also determined to be adequate, leaving today for the village of Rasmore.

In the meantime, the processing of ground dragons and other materials has been completed. Riccadale artisans were used to handling big men, so skins, scales, fangs, etc. had turned into stunning materials.

My grandfather's "Ride!" All twenty-four cross horses at the same time by order.

The usual sight, but Nicholas, who had lost his left arm, also straddled the horse without any delay.

There's only a few secrets to this.

I heard that it was difficult to balance with one arm, so I made a prosthetic hand. He cleverly used his prosthetic hand and crossed the horse.

Even when it comes to prosthetics, it's just a hook-clawed easy thing to wear by pirates who are likely to be in cartoons and movies. Metallic magic makes steel, wood attribute magic makes prosthetics, and enables armorers to fasten it with leather.

When they tried it on, the image of the pirate was strong enough to say, "You've become a bad guy".

Nicholas himself seemed to like it besides his thoughts,

"Looks like you could take a sword instead of a shield with this," he said with a laugh.

It's a joke, of course, and not that strong.

Everyone gets a signal to leave where they have ridden.

I've barely ridden a horse since I moved my base to Rickadale around last summer, and at first I couldn't get over it. Still, the body remembers and quickly regains its senses.

I've been somewhat stuffy since I got back here in Rickadale, but the refreshment of manipulating the horse makes me feel just a little clearer.

"It's a good trip," said Mel, who was feeling better, pulling over a horse to talk to him.

"Right. It's a good idea to ride a horse like this."

I sincerely think so. I'm going back to my hometown now, and I have fun events and things I want to do waiting for me, but still it's not bad to be rocked by a horse in the wind.

Liddy has joined the conversation as well.

"When you have a paragraph to do in the village, let's embark on a journey. I'd like to go to Doctus or Aurelia or something because there's going to be trouble with the Empire."

"I like that. I haven't been to Doctus in a long time, and I want to go where I used to live and to the old town."

Rarely does Sharon actively join the conversation.

She seems to care that I was blocked, too.

That's how I headed from Riccadale to Periclitle, the city of adventurers.

After a night on the way, I entered Periclitle on April 8th.

This street is not always safe, but you alerted twenty-four fierce men, and the demon never showed up.

I entered the city from the north gate of Periclitle, but as lively as ever, so much so that I wondered if it wasn't some mistake that the enemies of the gods were hiding behind Riccadale.

With Luna in the South End, we decided to take a place in the North End, a commercial district.

I just wanted to say hello to the "Nest of the Arid Eagle" that I was staying at, but I refuse to do so because the inn where Luna is staying is too close.

I'm not going to go to Alliance headquarters for the same reason.

Show your face to the Norton Chamber of Commerce, the merchant of the Lockhart family, and ask them to introduce you to the inn there.

There is an inn in the North Side where mercenaries who escort the mercenaries stay, where they stay, but we seem to be heterogeneous with ground dragons and other materials, and were watched far from the mercenaries.

After Periclitle, head south on Ars Avenue.

On April 13th, he enters Karsh, the biggest difficulty on Als Avenue.

The day before yesterday, several merchants in the city of Thornbrough were asked to accompany them until they crossed the line. If you're with the Lockhart family, it's because no demons or bandits come out.

My grandfather also allows it if the danger can be averted simply by accompanying us.

A herd of harpies appeared above the top of the mountain, but when me and Sharon unleashed their magic, they went back to the mountains, not close.

Upon safe passage, his grandfather decided to issue a decree to report to his father, Masaias. Behavior in a small number of places is fine, as we will enter safe Lockhart territory.

The decree will be decided on Sim Marron, accompanied by Will Keegan, chief of staff, and Buddy Reed, a squire, as escorts.

He arrived in the city of Kilnarek, Lockhart territory, on April 14th.

In Kilnarek we receive a warm welcome from the citizens. They heard from Sims, and even though it's just spring, there are so many petals available that they're sprinkled against us going down the central road that they can carpet the petals.

My grandfather and brother, as well as my squire, are responding to it by waving at the triumph parade.

After a night in Kilnarek, head to the nostalgic home village of Rasmore.

I haven't been home in about a year and a half.

Enter the road from Ars Street to the village. He was advancing his horse, enjoying the unique long idle atmosphere of the West Forest.

My grandfather, who is usually tattered, is rarely restless. Pull the horse over and speak up.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm. It's been a long time since I left the village. I just felt like I couldn't tell you."

My father and brother have left the territory relatively frequently, but my grandfather has barely left the village since he emigrated. When he left the village, he said it was only a matter of entering the east woods and the mountains of Aquila, and it had been a long time since he had entered the west woods.

"Maybe your uncle can go on a journey once in a while. I can see the village again."

"Well," he says, but he doesn't open his mouth any more and manipulates his horse looking at the trees around him.

Around noon, the west forest broke off.

You can see the management cabin of the sewage treatment plant, and beyond it you can see a continuous hill.

Sometimes it's just spring, and winter wheat shows blue leaves, and pastures other than wheat are just sprouted and stained with young grass. The field of root vegetables still remains brown, but its contrast is beautiful.

I go into the village with that in mind.

Crossing the bridge over the Finn River, the villagers waited along the road. Everyone smiled and waved their hats and scarves, "Welcome home!" He shouts out loud.

"No matter how many times I come back, I think the same thing. This is where I come from."

Liddy is waving as she says she's smudged. Next to it Beatrice was responding with a smile as she raised her spear, and Mel and Sharon waved loudly as well.

The village centre was overflowing with even more people.

The inhabitants of Higashiga Hill and Nishiga Hill also seem to be gathered. I can see the faces I see by the way.

Even more nostalgic Kanga Hill appears in the front as it leads through Kitaga Hill. Brick walls and surveillance towers, as well as Scotch's vault, line up.

Even closer to the top was Lockhart Castle, which I built, shining in the sun of spring.

Pearl-like pure white walls and tropical beautiful ocean-like cobalt blue roofs. I used a lot of windowsills and the whole castle was sparkling.

Beneath the castle is a line of dwellings for brothers and knights. This is a building of the same colour and stands like a beautiful cottage in the resort.

"You're really pretty. I know very well that the royalty of the Imperial capital wants you to make it in your own territory."

As Liddy says, a lot of contacts have been coming since we built Lockhart Castle three and a half years ago. I didn't ask directly because I was out of the village a year and a half ago, but my corresponding brother taught me with a bitter smile.

"The other nobles were tough, but Lord Seawell was the toughest. I changed my plans and stayed close to a month saying I'd never seen a castle as beautiful as this... I think if Zach had been there, the Marquis would have kidnapped me."

"There will be no abduction," he laughed, his brother shaking his neck small and sideways with a serious face.

"No, you've definitely been abducted. Because as many times as I told my father to keep in touch with Zach. If Master Ignacious hadn't taken it in, I'd have taken it seriously into Periclitle..."

They didn't have a problem without Viscount Ignacious Radford, the house slayer of the Seawell family.

Well, Marquis Seawell has a lot to take care of, so I can go and build it if I can afford it, but if I do, I'm going to get a lot of other things done, and I'm hesitant to say I'm sorry about my six-month stay.

Scott and the distillery craftsmen and the children who were coming to school greeted me as I walked through the castle gates of Kanga Hill. He also waves to them and climbs further up the hill.

In front of the castle were my fathers waiting.

When my grandfather goes down the horse in front of my father, everyone imitates it.

"Good luck with this expedition. I hear the synopsis from Sims."

My father hangs words of labor on my grandfather. It's coming to us.

"Thank you all! Get some rest under your family today!

In that word, the occasion is dissolved. A concise welcome like the Lockhart family.

We leave our horses with our squire and follow our father into the castle.

Dan behaves differently from us. Because my fiancée Elena was waiting in front of the castle and she was hugged with a tearful smile.

My mother Tanya says "Welcome home" when she enters the castle and hugs her.

"I'm home now, Mother"

That's what I say. Accept my mother's embrace.

My mother held him in turn with Liddy, Beatrice, Mel and Sharon, and at the end she was slightly tearful with her brother in her arms.

"Glad we're all safe..."

My grandfather was ready to die and I guess he didn't think they'd all come back alive.

"We were safe, but Brett and Ricky are losing their lives. Nicholas had arms too...... still lucky. Because in the worst case scenario, it could have been wiped out."

"Right. I'll see how Brett and his family are doing later."

I was wiping my tears while it was good.

My brother then seems to feel the joy of embracing his wife Rosalie and being able to carry the children back safely.

After removing his gear, he enters his father's office with his grandfather, brother and Sharon.

"Sim tells me it's true that God told me your role is over."

My father had a serious look and cut it out to go straight in.

"Yes...... I was also forbidden to engage Luna"

"Well... so for the future, how do you think the pitch-black demons you see move? Should I think this village will be affected?"

My father's concern is best as a lord. But I don't know for sure either.

When I tell you about it, I say, "Well," and I shut up.

"May I," Sharon asked to speak.

When my father nods at it, Sharon shows off his thoughts.

"I think it has less impact. Of course, I know something like a violent earthquake will happen to the whole world, but at least I don't think it will happen that I targeted this village"

"What makes you think that?

"In Dear Zach's story, Mr. Luna and the sender of the other gods will be the lead actors ahead. But in this case, the enemy will be vigilant against the Lockhart family. And you should think that you have to put your hands down directly to get your hands on us. If so, given the words of the gods, I don't think those enemies will move themselves."

"Mm-hmm. But is it conceivable that the Warlord (Archdemon) class will attack you as a commander?

"There may be that. But the defense in this village is perfect. I think it's more natural to assume that there is no large-scale invasion if you don't like the dispersion of power, because we have to allocate a lot of power to attack this village while dealing with Luna and the others."

"I think it's possible they're setting up something in the village to upset Luna," I said.

"That possibility remains, but I don't think we're going to send our forces into this village where Master Zach is for all that. It may be harassing, but I don't think you risk losing your precious power to do that."

Sharon's ideas are reasonable.

However, it is an idea at the human level, and if the other person is the godless (Vanitas), then think of it from the perspective of God. It's dangerous to judge cheaply because we'll also be seeing things that we don't.

Just in case, I'll point that out.

"Sharon's idea is sensible, but only on the assumption that he thinks the same as a human being. I don't think excessive vigilance is necessary, but the enemy has the same degree of power and horizon as God. You better not be alarmed."

For the time being, it was decided on a policy of remaining vigilant and not failing to collect information.

We still have time for around 3pm and evening training, so we decided to head over to the Scotch vault with the Liddies.

To greet the distillers, Scott, on their return.

Scott and the others were checking barrels in the vault. Many of them are craftsmen I don't know, and they seem to be coming from some city to train.

"You're safe and above all," Scott lowers his head greatly. That is followed by Brandon and Calvert bowing their heads, and the young craftsmen bowing their heads so that they are caught by it as well.

The reservoir is even more in six buildings, and I look at Scott and his smiles, and I say, "Looks like it's going well," and I pound his arm.

"Yes, production itself has not increased, but we have further increased the proportion for long-term aging…"

Scott's story says production everywhere is starting to get on track, especially in Ars, the largest consumer, where distilled liquor production has started for nearly six years and production far surpasses the village of Rasmore.

Other sales have begun in Welburn, Periclitle, and even Imperial Primes, and they don't have as many requests for three-year items as they used to.

"... That said, our village Scotch was popular..."

Scott smiles bitterly and clouds his tail.

Scotch in the village of Rasmore is branded and has a lot of deductions (again) for even three years. Same goes for me, but Scott also wants to focus on at least eight years, if possible twelve years, over the younger three. Because of this, we are suppressing the production of triennials, but I guess the Dwarves are under a lot of pressure.

"Either way, if Master Zach is going to be in the village, he's going to have a lot to do."

The only thing he's happy about is being able to talk to me who knows the real flavor, and he's breaking up with me.

"I'll go see the distillery tomorrow. Because it would have changed a lot in a year and a half."

That's all I said and tried to leave the scene, and Beltram and the other Dwarf blacksmiths showed up. Behind him are also his wife, Meena, and his son, Duonis.

Duonis was five years old and had become a gushy, bodied boy who looked like a dwarf.

There are other Volker and Lauderich, all laughing at Nico.

"You're finally home!" and Beltram slaps me in the back with a basin.

"Oh, I think I'm finally going to settle down"

"It won't take long to calm down! We're putting off this year's Dwarf Festival because Govan isn't here. Well, I'll tell branches all over the place the dates by the end of the day."

"Dates? When are you going to do this?

"Match the Summer Solstice Festival in July. If you don't look at the moon, the distant ones can't come."

"Are you talking to your father? I haven't heard that yet."

"I forgot. I'll tell him now," he said, taking the Dwarves to the castle.

"It's okay," Liddy asked anxiously.

"You'll be fine. It's just a festival consultation."

That's all I said, I had an idea.

(I usually do it in the shortest period of time, but this time it's two and a half months away. How could Dwarf have so much time for a liquor festival? I'm getting a bad feeling...)

Speaking about it, Beatrice also said, "Right. I wonder what you're thinking," he tilts his neck.

I'll ask Mel and Sharon too, but they were both tilting their necks.

(I hope nothing happens... but now you can worry about this. I want to put it back into its original life one by one…)