The Peerless Kobold (WN)

This one (here) also gives a gentle thank you and looks across the store... I don't see any witches with silver hair and blue eyes anywhere.

"Sir, are you meeting someone?

"Oh, she's a beautiful Wizard girl if you keep your mouth shut..."

"What do you care, Archer?"

While I am embarrassed, I will wait to hear back from you about the service that I think I may have.

"Eh, that's Ernesta you wanted earlier"

"Do you have an acquaintance?

"No, he's a famous figure in the kingdom... waiting upstairs for you"

"Ugh, I knew you'd be here first."

You wanted to welcome your best friend from afar first, fluttering Muriel's redhead, who roared adorably, followed by a service that led you upstairs.

There are three private rooms at the end of a wide range of spiral stairs with elaborate designs, all of which have a structure that cannot be viewed indoors from the hallway side. Perhaps it will be treasured during a conversation you don't want to be overheard, such as a business meeting where you exchanged meals.

(... That's weird, I've got more bad feelings)

The door at the right edge was knocked as he responded to an earlier threat in the name of a favor and raised a little vigilance.

"Excuse me, I've brought you a waiter"

"Thank you, please let me through"

There is a glimpse of a distressed ernesta with a cheek cane poked in one hand from the gap in the door where the service opened in response to the voice of acknowledgement.

She turned to me with an unusual natural smile, even though it was the first time I had met her in a humanized state, knowing her appearance in a letter that she occasionally (sometimes) interacted with a friend.

"Ya, long time no see, were you both breathing disaster? Pfft, I had a hard time... economic aggression in a neighboring country with neo-denominations involved, deeper than I imagined."

"Don't get me into this."

"... my eyes are empty (depressed), are you okay?

Muriel sits in the chair across the street from the table, caring for a slightly tired look ernesta, and I sit down in that neighboring seat, too.

Shortly afterwards, the servings I had withheld walked over and gave me an oral description of the dishes and drinks available in today's ingredients.

"Hmm... is the main food a meat dish, a female (Mezuki), a pig (Uribu), or a fish dish a river trout?"

Between spring and early summer, a river trout called Brown Trout is swimming well even on the Stile River, close to the settlement.

Freshwater fish can't be wiped (stuffed) by danger if they don't pull out their guts and let the fire through, and it's only recently that our guys got their hands on it, but I ate it with my sister yesterday as food for a precious herd this time of year.

Therefore, if you don't want to eat until you get here (here), and you are worried about the meat of the soft Uriba or the meat of the female (Mesuki) that tastes better than the male, Muriel will order the fish dishes and chamomile tea of the river trout first.

"Sometimes I want to be extravagant because I rarely eat fish dishes that take a lot of time inland."

"Mm-hmm. Maybe it's a feeling I don't know about living in Wangdu, where there's a fishing port? All the dried cod (if any) and cod (sukiyaki) in the winter... Oh, this is a pork (urubo) teriyaki."

"Wang Du, I wonder how your father is..."

At the side (Kawawa) where the two of them start talking, I also want the same meat dish as Ernesta, and ask for vanilla tea from the water for drinks.

Please wait a minute.

The consideration is with the late payment. The daughter of the servant who replicated the order leaves, and for a short time before the food arrives, the friendly redhead and silver-haired girls blossom into the conversation.

(There's no way in...)

There is no particular need to interrupt, and Lord Christ, who may be my father-in-law depending on the circumstances, puts his eyes (rarely) on oyster farming, and listens to one reported in a foolish noise in a liquor store with delighted fishermen.

"Ugh, I don't need any trouble from my father..."

"You don't have to worry about it. I'm investing in the aquaculture business, because I'm actually King Alexius."

More importantly, Ernesta turns to the subject, sipping (soothing) the beverage brought to her by the earlier service along the way, while also exchanging words about last winter's pageant.

"Deakbell is the senior... just because you know him doesn't make it difficult?

"Yeah, I'm tired, but if it turns out good, it's all good"

Muriel, who dyed her cheeks a little, grabbed her jacket sleeve gently, and the gaze of a hazy witch pointed at me, too.

"These days, they've read all the letters I've fallen in love with, but they seem really hot"

"Well, it wouldn't be a bad thing to get along."

"Mmm, the reaction is boring, do something, Muriel!

"Again, I don't know if I want to be unscrupulous."

You're right, “But on the contrary, isn't she cute?" And at the beginning of hearing it from next door, there's no denying the feeling that she's gradually being kept away.

Somehow freedom-loving wild instincts were stimulated, and if they were secretly tightening their minds, there was a shout from the outside, and appetizers were carried along with a good aroma.

Then it won't take long, and the main dishes and main dishes will be arranged on the table, and a little extravagant lunch will proceed while the three of us have a conversation.

I was wondering why I bothered to take this seat, but when the meal was one paragraph away, Ernesta unraveled a bunch of parchment paper.

"Before they brought me here, I was guessing there would be something... what's this?

"It's a report with recent developments in Armedia, the Eastern country. As a result of the old Athos civil unrest of the fourth (...) half (...) century (...) ago (...), the King's Party, which lost many territories, built its country around the ancient capital."

Thoughts stop for a moment at statements that make me realise the unknown name of the country and the shift in time, and I feel unexpectedly homesick.

When I was a mercenary, I heard rumors of the wind that young (...) hands (...) of (...) wise (...) people (...) In view of the fact that Graeo Elbarado was in gray hair (Kan.), I could understand the corresponding passage of time itself, but I didn't know that my country had vanished in previous life...