Every five years there is Thanksgiving in this country, thanking Ejka, the goddess of battle and abundance, for her daily life.

Originally it was a festival to thank for the victory of the battle and its spoils of war, but he said it turned to a festival to thank him for his daily life because there has been no great battle for the last hundred years and peace.

The festival lasts three days and three nights and features shops and dewstores that don't usually come on the street alongside the Royal School, the stage of the game.

Why is it divided into two places, the Royal School is for the nobility, and on the street the common people each enjoy the festival.

When the nobles descend into the city, there will be problems with this, and there is no hand in not enjoying the festival every five years. That's where they chose a school that was well guarded and had plenty of space. Nowadays, the school tour is also a major event.

Luxurious carriages line up long serpents for the huge gates of the school, which are usually tightly closed. Thanksgiving is the norm.

It gets crowded when I get in the carriage really. Nevertheless, nobility getting off the carriage and going on foot is disgraceful, so any impatient person patiently waits for his carriage to arrive at the gate.

It seems to take plenty of an hour for our carriage to get to the front of the gate.

Your father and mother avoided the first day with the most people and going on the third day meant that I could be put in Brunsmeyer's car.

Our carriages are generally superior, too, but that's the Duke's house. The cushion is too soft to calm down.

The Berns laughed at me for misunderstanding that I was looking forward to the festival because the roots were softly restless because of poverty. Katerina, maybe once every five minutes? Or so you say. I can't solve it.

Not much more than six months after I was first invited to the Duke's house.

In the meantime Bern turned thirteen, or Katerina's engagement with His Highness was decided.

Katerina's engagement is almost like she wanted it and the Duke had decided more than he was drowning his daughter, but it seemed like the game was getting ready to start steadily and I couldn't be happy to let go. Should I even speak of planned harmony?

Compared to the relationship between me and Bern, the walk of a turtle is also a good place.

Nothing's going on except that we can talk to each other comfortably.

No, it's only six months, and, yeah, it's okay...

Plus, there's the fact that I'm getting wary somewhere in Bern where I can't see my heart.

'Cause this guy, his eyes aren't laughing at you when you start laughing a lot more than before. The pale grin in the beginning was more natural.

I was in a bit of a hurry because I felt like an invisible line was forming between us as we got along longer.

It's not like I was failing in my efforts. Bern tells me horseback riding was not too much fun or busy because I play with Katerina. Yeah, really.

Escorted by Bern and disembarked from the carriage, the lively blurring produced by a large number of humans pushes over.

Katerina went looking for His Highness at a squeaky speed, wondering if she had come down like a perfect lady. You think I'm going to go find His Highness, who's here with all his patience?

Katerina's eyes were of the hunter perfectly. So I felt pure fear for her, who didn't even run but vanished instantly on her fast feet. And don't tell me that if you're here with patience, maybe even if you find it, you can't go around with me.

Your Highness, run! I know that's the case, but I'm on Caterina's side, so I don't support His Highness. Good luck on your own.

"Where does Lizzie want to go?

Bern asks me with a smile.

Oh, again.

Again, this guy is turning a shape-only grin on me.

Why? And more than confusion and impatience, a grief occupies me, but I can't even put it in my mouth. One after another, you hated me? Or because I'm going to be really vigilant about you? Like, that unquestioned question makes me think.

I laughed as heartily as I could in the face of about to lean over.

Didn't you decide today to get close to the real him?

"A popular journey is coming. Especially with an amazing magician..."

Bern's hands, which are connected as a matter of course, are cold. I missed the warm hand of the day just a little bit.

"Yummy!"

I chew on the terrace for the ice I got in the queue.

Though at the end of summer, what a delicious thing to eat on the shaved ice during the still hot day! I have strawberry jam on my syrup and coarse ice eyes, but summer shake ice is rarely edible in this world.

Oh ~ I want ice cream... Because a simple vanilla flavour is fine...

If this world were a magical fantasy, I'd make it with some, like, cooling magic or something. I don't know how to make it, but I'm sure my passion for ice cream would have led me.

Ha! How about that!

Notice yourself normally enjoying yourself and panic. I'm not eating ice cream, myself. Ah, but I rarely eat it, so shouldn't I taste it and eat it without thinking about anything extra?

Speaking of Bern against me, I was somewhat concerned about my surroundings.

Speaking of which, he wasn't very enthusiastic about going to Thanksgiving. Is it also something of a concern...

Or my gaze is amazing when I walk with Bern. Sometimes he doesn't get the blurry air together like he always does, like he got nervous somewhere today, and that's already cool. And my gaze hurts because I'm holding hands, without a heart. If it were an arrow, I might have stabbed him in the back with a surprise. It made me a little sick to imagine you carrying a surprise arrow on my back.

I also heard a pair of misguided ladies say why they're with such a plain kid...

What, everybody's talking about people. It's plain as hell! Even though Katerina produced it properly! Huh? No material...? You idiot! Even potatoes are so delicious because of the ingredient potatoes!

But the beauty shape is amazing. The other girls at the table are making a lot of noise when they see a flicker. I don't care if you stop staring at me like I'm some kind of stickler.

Thinking about that I don't care, I stared at Bern, and I saw a beautiful watery hair that caught my eye behind it.

A water color is a rare color, what a relaxation, and I almost blew it out when I saw the face of the owner of that hair attracting my surrounding attention.

Plumpy little lips in beautiful almond-shaped eyes that always shine like moisture. Clear white cheeks are now dyed red as if they were for excitement or red.

Everyone catches an eye. The name of that beautiful girl is Lila Carnail. Yes, the protagonist.

"Why..."

Unexpectedly the question leaks out of my mouth and suddenly reminds me.

Yes, Lyla meets some offensive characters this Thanksgiving. It is also here that Lyla can get along with Her Highness that we met her future alumni, and Lyla, who was liked by them, inevitably also knows Her Highness.

I just cared about Edwin Route, and I completely forgot it was clean. Or isn't this the opening!!

I stood up unexpectedly as Bern tried to look back at me realizing I was staring behind my own idiocy additions and subtractions.

"Bern! I'm getting a little cold, so why don't you go inside?

Bern stopped looking back, even though he seemed surprised at me for being suspicious of behavior.

Lyla and Bern do not meet at this event.

Yet I didn't want him to see her.

Bern can be seen as a beautiful and poor Lyla. I didn't want to see anything like that.

As I went inside to pull Bern, I immediately realized my unworthy appetite for exclusivity.

I'm just a mob, and I just happen to be Bern's fiancée, and I really want to live in peace with no one, so there's no way I'd want Bern to stick with her like Lyla. I didn't.

I couldn't wait to be embarrassed and pitiful, I told Bern I was leaving my shaved ice vessel and going to the makeup room early. And flinch yourself to escape.

"Lizzie!"

I felt like I heard him in a rare hurry, but ignore me and I walk.

Anyway, I wanted to be alone and calm.

As I even walked, I was coming away from the square to near the school building.

Will Bern wait for me at that store? Or have you gone home angry? No, he suddenly grabs his arm with a strong force when he even thinks he's not like that.

Looking back at what he was going to do, there was a man there who had never seen him look down at me with cold eyes.