Only with Your Heart

The first person to speak up was a merchant setting up a tent with a narrow alignment of brightly colored fabrics.

As Luklov and Chizuru approach, they begin to proudly introduce their products with a soft, dusty smile as if they were in one of the Seven Fukushi gods. A beautiful cloth with various colors and weaves was wrapped around it like an antimatter and displayed cleverly.

"How about these colors for your beautiful lady? You'll see the hair color."

This fabric store doesn't seem to be local, and I didn't know anything about Chizuru.

However, he treats me respectfully and finally because I am a woman with whom the castle owner who invited me, but there is no personal greeting, no prying.

There were some beautiful cloths that would take his eyes off him, so Thousand Cranes reluctantly asked Lucroff for his opinion by choosing one of the cheapest seemingly.

Luklov narrowed his eyes and was still comparing the thousand cranes to the cloth.

"You can buy that too if you want"

Calm, but not so happy, tones. "But brighter colors suit you. Hey, merchant, what's behind it and spread this out."

Luklov chose two types of cloth that seemed expensive to see and could not be very mentioned, although he wanted a thousand cranes too.

One is calm red (be there) and the other is painted in cream coloured fabric close to beige with a small floral pattern in gold embroidery. Both are made of bright colors, but they looked elegant and reminiscent of Japanese dyes.

"That's a great aesthetic eye. I just thought this one would look great on me, too."

The merchant is smiling satisfactorily as he spreads the red cloth wide.

I guess this is such an expensive purchase, even Thousand Cranes still neglected this price. It didn't come with a price tag, but it was displayed on a shelf a step higher than the rest of the fabric.

I don't mind the confused Chizuru, and the merchant, who sneaked out on the table, is lifting the cloth and matching it perfectly to the Chizuru collar, checking the color.

You know exactly which one holds the purse string, the merchant sends a meaningful gaze to Lucrov, not to Chizuru, and says, "What do you think?," he said in a confident and carefree tone.

Luklov is oddly satisfied, too.

"Let's get that. And then this and this."

and fingers, choosing a total of about five pieces of fabric pompous.

The merchant still smiled and followed Lucroff's instructions like a hungry dog.

"So we can deliver this to the castle tomorrow, right?

"Oh. Let's tell the teller. You should get the fee from him."

"Ha ha."

I finally took off the feathered hat I was wearing, and the merchant made me salute Luklov.

Then turn to Chizuru, and let the example of the Seven Fukushi God Smile shine.

"Madam, you are a very lucky man. No, is your husband the lucky one? You've got such a beautiful woman. Ha-ha-ha."

In many ways, Chizuru turned bright red.

─ ─ Being said to be beautiful. that they were implicitly shown to have bought a number of expensive items. And 'your husband'.

Ruklov didn't even deny it.

Next, he bought some products around some local artisan tents dealing in ceramics, silverware and glass crafts and in the same way.

According to Luklov's explanation, on top of these shopping leads to local prosperity, it is even the duty of Chizuru not to hesitate to choose what he thinks is this, because the ornaments that decorate the castle will be a kind of investment property of Luklov.

When told that it was not for himself, but to decorate the castle of Luklov, he also changed his view, and Chizuru chose some soaked silver dishes, a wooden basin with elaborate finishing touches, a glamorously colored ceramic vase, etc.

Thousands of cranes, indeed, were not squanderers, nor were they abstinent.

No matter how many times and positions changed, shopping was quite enjoyable. And, more importantly, now Luklov is next door. Chizuru was totally enjoying this situation in a situation not strange to the illusion that it was like a date.

Ruklov watched with much tender eyes a thousand cranes shaking with excitement about rare trinkets or a savage leather product that made him want to doubt his eyes - there was a coat of pork skin with his head on it and so on - screaming.

I was watching, I might say.

Such a trance of light dwelt in his eyes.

But such a calm and soothing time marked the end with the discovery of a large hedge created in the corner of the training ground.

It was already close to midnight, but it sounds like a lot of noise.

Many of those gathered in the hedge were men, but there was also a mixture of women and children inside, all shouting disturbing wilderness with equally excited voices.

"Not yet, do it! Arms, take your arms!

"Damn, I was betting on the blonde!

"I can't forgive you, you can do more!

Chizuru took a step back in surprise. Luklov takes her shoulder like that and makes her face look like she's angry.

"Hey, what...?

Chizuru looked up at Luklov and asked.

Between Ruklov's eyebrows, a wrinkle that looks grumpy is clearly engraved.

"It would be a wagering fight...... I like loans. I told you not to do that much."

Hearing it was a fight, Chizuru was just a little convinced. The vast majority of the audience is male, as well as the excited rough wilderness, as if it were a boxing match. I can also somehow imagine that the loan might be a setup. If Luklov said "don't do it," it's because that red-haired knight is the one who wants to do it instead.

"Damn, that idiot. We just need to see if he's using the sword."

Ruklov said so in a way that he looked down at Chizuru and became a contemplative face. "... never leave me. They're as excited as cats."

"Ugh, yeah."

Don't leave me.

Ruklov pressed even more cautiously.

There is no reason to refuse to Chizuru. I shook Ruklov's hand back honestly as he was offered, and began to fit into the crowd about his arm.

Maybe there are people who get excited and spill it out of the cup. Not only the wine, but the smell of alcohol that seems stronger is making fun of me, and Chizuru, who is vulnerable to alcohol, is going to get drunk just because of it.

Reaching the inside of a huge circular hedge, as Ruklov said, the knight and the bumpy young man were working together.

Both have their upper bodies barefoot, barefoot, dressed up in just cloth trousers full of sand and dust.

The audience is surrounding them and screaming wildly one after the other, blinding them as if they were fighting.

In the meantime, the knights were alone except in their trousers, and they did not wear a single piece of armor, not to mention anything that would serve as a weapon. Beating each other, grabbing each other's hips like sumo wrestling, that even makes me feel even more painful than a sword fight.

When Chizuru distracted himself from the game, the most prominent part of the audience circle was a loan sitting in a chair looking at this one with garlic. His brown eyes capture Lucroff and Thousand Cranes with pleasure.

"Um, bastard."

Luklov's finger, holding Chizuru's hand, trembles as if he had strangled the loan even now.

When it was going to be bad, Chizuru looked up at the night sky with thoughts similar to giving up.

The full starry sky sparkled innocently as if to grin Chizuru's worries.