"Boy, looks like you've made some good stuff lately"
"Oh, you old man. Yes, we've developed a new booze. You want a drink?
"Oh, okay. Don't hesitate."
"Don't drink too much. Because it's a prototype stage as a product. I tried giving my liquor-loving father a drink and left him only what he liked. I'll have to make sure it's in the mouth of nobles and knights later."
"Hmm. As I was asking, you're pretty strong on alcohol. But this one's about to burn my throat. Do you have a guy who wants to drink this?
"I don't know. I haven't tried it. But the more frequent ones might be better off letting them sleep for a few years. It needs research."
"Ha, I don't know. That sounds like a long story to me. I'm over here. It's more punchy than the regular one, but it's also drinkable."
"I see. The old man likes you that way, all the time. Ma, at first I'm going to have to distill the existing liquor and give it a try. We need to pattern and record the number of distillations and the combination of materials. Let me ask you how Billy did his research and let the liquor lovers in the Reed family do it."
"Whatever, leave it to the sellers, kid. I had an unusual drink. There's definitely one who buys it."
"Of course not. Alcohol is so bad that society collapses when it is banned from sale. Demand never runs out."
"Yeah? Was that someplace?
"Oh, no, we're talking over here. But Barca has a good product, not just booze, old man."
"Right, kid. Alcohol, clothes, paper, medicine, bricks, furniture, glass products, and so much more. Besides, food self-sufficiency is stable. It's nice to have a lot of products, but the fact that there's plenty to eat is also a characteristic of Barca."
"Sort of. It's not just my magic, but the crop itself has been increasing the number of things that can be improved. The vegetables I originally grew in the field are quite popular, old man."
"When they say that, don't remember the old days. I can still see him moving around in the field from when he was a kid. Remember the boy? When you first met me."
"I remember that. I went to your old man's to sell sandals, didn't I?
"Yes, if you think you've come with a kid who's not even named for sale for a surprisingly well-made sandal, you're starting to rule it all the way up to the Knight's Land sometime. I can't believe it's only been a few years since then, I..."
"I miss you. Thinking about it, it's no exaggeration that the starting point for my present appearance started with buying servant beast eggs from my old man. I think it was probably the luckiest thing Valkyrie ever laid out of those eggs."
"... Valkyrie, the servant beast? Hey, kid. Are you still researching the eggs of the servant beast?
"What is it, old man? Are you trying to tell me that research on the servant beast is still futile?
"No, I won't say that. A flying servant beast of rarer value than a rider was born. That's all I think that research is a success. But after all, isn't it hard to hatch a servant beast with warcraft-type targeted magic? Now that the management of the territory has stabilized, don't we have to jump to high-cost research?
"... you can't, old man. The study of the servant beast continues. This is a matter of decision."
"Why are you so obsessed? If Barca's business became stable and profitable, wouldn't that be enough?
"It's the war, old man. I've figured it out in the battle between them. That's Valkyrie's manoeuvrability excellence. It was only because of Valkyrie's legs that we were able to drop the Knight's Hall one after the other as we headed west through Arborest territory."
"Do we have another fight?
"I don't know. At least I don't want to fight. But when we have a situation where we have to fight, I want to turn to the side of the attack. It's tough to protect."
"Right. Okay. But what is Master Carlos going to do?
"I don't know. You'll announce it at New Year's Eve celebration. Fontana's move next year."
"Right. You keep fighting, we humans."
"Right, old man. I wish there was a peaceful world."
The old man came and talked to me, working in Vulcania, even though his current address was the city of Fontana.
The old man moisturizes his throat as he pours the newly made liquor into the glass over and over again in the name of tasting.
That's how when we talked, it only became a soggy topic.
Is it because it's winter time when the snow starts to fall, I try to miss the old days and talk in.
In it, it still seemed that some of the old men were worried that the study of the servant beast was heavily oppressing the balance of payments of the Knights of Barca.
But you can't stop being me.
If we may be able to produce a large quantity of Valkyrie, we will have to continue our research even if the results are not immediately available.
And realistically, the power of Valkyrie is huge.
I believe that this research will always help the future because we do not know when there will be a war.
And that was when I was talking to my old man like that.
"Excuse me. I'd like to report you."
"What's up? Is something wrong?
"Yes, a ghost came out of the North Forest."
"... ghost?
"Yes. They said soldiers who were out to exorcise the big pigs who were coming out of the woods ran into ghosts. Looks like he tried to crusade with a magic attack from a distance, but it was payback. Surviving soldiers testified that they boasted an unusual strength."
... Seriously.
Does that forest even live like that?
I now think that I have my own territory in a horrible place.
But I'm not sure what the current report alone is.
I immediately decided to go to the scene where the ghost came out.