"Momogu!"
"Gaffguff!"
"Is it good?
"Mmm!"
Returning from the Lady Blue exploration, the Frans are now in the middle of dinner at the Inn.
He usually even served me a Ursi meal, even though I didn't pay extra for it.
The contents were not for animals or anything, but usually salty, the same menu as the flan.
The subtlety is whether it's an old Japanese style that doesn't care about animal health or whether you dare serve the same meal by spotting a wolf as a powerful warcraft.
The menu of meals consists of gnocchi-like pasta made with wheat and potatoes tangled with cheese and tomato soup with ground beef. And then there is bread, and scotch eggs, and salads.
Ursi's share is put together in a large deep dish and the cat is still in good condition. No, with all this mixing up, it's not even catty anymore.
It looks very bad, but the wolves look delicious. Apparently it was just a combination of unexpected fit.
"... Hmm"
Oh, Fran, don't mix it up! Because you're behaving badly! Don't look at Ursi with such envious eyes. Though it does look delicious!
"How's Non's cooking?
"Yum!"
"On!"
"Good for you. If it's not enough, I won't say it. There's still plenty of them."
After that, my grandmother responded to Fran, who was replaced three times without any hesitation, without one disgusting face. Rather, he was delighted to serve it with extra rice.
Still, can I eat like this? Should we pay extra? Maybe I ate for about 10 people in Fran and Ursi......
But my grandmother doesn't seem to care about Fran and Ursi's bulimia either. That look of Frans laughing at Nico only looked like a grandmother adoring her grandchildren cats.
"No, no, no, no. It's full of food."
"It was delicious"
"Let's see. How about some herbal tea after dinner?
"Get it."
"Ho ho ho"
It looks like a pretty bitter dark green tea, but Fran drinks it deliciously. Sounds more like you like it.
Fran sips tea and looks up at the giant ancient tree. Well, even if I say I look up, that gaze is blocked by the ceiling.
Fran, who had been quietly staring at the tree for a while, accidentally opens his mouth.
"Hey, is there a spirit in this tree?
"Right. Spirit of the Green Tree."
"How did you build an inn around a tree like that?
"It's a little long to talk."
My grandmother gave me a long explanation for the mess, as self-declared. I manage to finish listening to Fran getting bored along the way, tying him to a chair with a mindfulness, and sneaking sweet treats out of storage to give him.
To sum it up briefly, there was originally a tree here inhabited by spirits. That's why they say trees are over 3,000 years old nowadays. But about 1500 years ago, they didn't think of it as a tree inhabited by spirits, they recognized it as just a strange demon tree. And the sap, branches and bark were forcibly harvested by alchemists and pharmacists who lived around here at the time, making them weak.
It was the elf, the founder of this inn, who saved it, and the Weena Lane, who was consulted by that elf.
The way it was done was simple: it bought this place and encircled the surroundings so that no one could get a glimpse of the Spirit Tree. He made it an inn because the spirits living in the trees liked to observe people.
As a result, he said, he became a one-of-a-kind inn where only humans recognized by the Spirit could stay. Then 1500 years went by, and now my grandmother, the founder's grandson, is cutting it up. It's only the third generation to go on for 1500 years... That's a long-lived elf.
"So I was recognized by the Spirit, too?
"Right. In the first place, if the Spirit doesn't admit it, you can go inside the inn."
Was it? I had no idea because we couldn't feel the Spirit. Spirits are strange after all.
And again, I could understand the horror. If the spirits with the ability to attack were after us, we don't know how far we can sense them.
Perhaps if you launch an attack, you'll know just fine, but if the Spirit lurks his breath and jiggles, he'll be close to impossible to discover.
The Frans then thanked him for the meal and went back to the room. Even then, I have been looking around at the crowd.
Well, I know how you feel.
"Are you looking for the Spirit?
"Mmm! I want to see it!
"On!"
By the time we return to the room on the third floor, we are peering into the branches of the Spirit Tree or into the tiny sinuses. But I never touch my hands. I guess it's because they tell me not to hurt you.
However, there was no way I could discover the Spirit for that, and I would end up giving up.
Both Fran and Ursi, unfortunately, get to the floor. The Frans these days, sleeping in a bed with them has become routine. Now that Ursi can be smaller, it's no longer a problem.
Ursi is gatch-reheld with Fran's two hands and legs and is in a complete pillow state. Isn't it painful? No, Ursi's sleeping face looks happy. Fran is also resting comfortably, and both were satisfied.
When I was observing those two sleeping faces, Fran suddenly opened his eyes. Did my signs get in the way?
But Fran's gaze jumped out of bed isn't me, and for some reason he's pointing toward the entrance to the room.
"Duh, what's up, Fran?"
"On?"
Ursi, who was falling out of bed because Fran suddenly woke up, is also tilting her neck without understanding the situation.
"... I felt my gaze"
"Gaze? Did Ursi feel it?
"On..."
"I feel"
It's a lot vague for Fran.
Did you even have weird dreams? Neither I nor Ursi can feel it... I tried my best to explore the signs and magic, but I couldn't feel any other signs inside or outside the inn than us and my grandmother.
Regardless, there are signs of small bugs, etc., but it is hard to even think of Fran waking up to the extent that he felt those signs. For example, even if you have magic or skills to look far through the eyes of a bug, you can definitely feel the remnants of it. There wasn't even that in the inn.
"Maybe it's a spirit. He said he likes to observe people."
"I see."
After that, I couldn't feel a sign for Fran or us. Well, the Spirit is the other guy. It will be quite difficult to feel.
In the end, Fran lies in bed again.
"... good night"
"Ooh. Good night."
"Spirit..."
Apparently it was going to be a little further before Fran could get some sleep.