Vermillion

"We're here at last."

Wolvern Outer Edge, Accommodation Town. Kay, down from Sasquatch's back, groaned pompously and small.

Blurb, stroking Sasquatch's neck, sniffing, looking at the fortified city of far-sightedness. The thick walls surround them at the end of a wheat field that soars in the wind, in stone houses that gleam on a small high hill.

As the castle of the lord, the first wall, the second wall, and the structure spread gradually, it is as if the city itself were a large rocky mountain.

"Finally, ……"

Likewise, Irene, dismounted from Suzuka, leans softly next to Kay.

From the duel with Alexei, roughly half a day.

A line that reached the urban area of Wolvern, he stayed in an accommodation outside the walls and was preparing to enter the city.

"- That load is on carriage number one, and the cracks are together number two. Finish the list properly. Oh, you pay proper attention to the way the fur folds, because it's in good shape at the corner!

In front of the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce warehouse on the corner of Inn Town. Under Holland's direction, merchants and apprentices were busily moving around and transferring their shipments to another carriage.

tax measures, they are. When you get into the city while the caravan is still loaded, they take a tax that doesn't make you an idiot, so they use a dedicated carriage to transport pistons from here to the city's branches to cut expenses.

"You made it this time, nothing happened..."

"No, you said nothing happened. Grandurus, you're out.

"Well. But we didn't do anything..."

"I wish I'd known it was over."

With the busy merchants on their asses, the escorts who have finished their work are easy-going. All I have to do is get paid in the city, so I'm relaxing and wasting my time disarming them.

And such a distance from them, Kay and Irene were in the world of the two.

In silence, listen to the sounds of the wind blowing and watch the city just sitting in the distance. The relief that we have finally reached our destination and the loneliness that brings to an end the days of our journey that we were beginning to get used to and the slightest anxiety about our new environment. There was a complicated look on their faces, where they crossed.

"…… Nevertheless, is that Wolvern?"

Kay opens her mouth as if to shake off the moist air.

"That's a big difference from the game, isn't it?

"Right,"

In response, Eileen laughed small too.

"The game was a village... compared to this one, a kennel or something."

"Must be."

I smile unexpectedly at the expression I heard somewhere. Wolvern in the game was a player-made fortress village - a carefully built defensive stronghold on Rock Mountain, which, if poorly done, was smaller than the Inn Town where the Kays are now.

"Exactly, it's a good comparison..."

Similar thoughts to the moist air that made me laugh and blurry back home. With them in their chests, Kay and Irene quietly return their gaze to strange cities. Hands and hands overlapped so that they were attracted to nature.

…………

No more exchanging words - but saying we share the same feelings. With certainty, they confirmed the warmth of their hands.

- But.

"Hey, Kay! Eileen!"

Husky voice thrown from behind, hurriedly releasing his hand and looking back as if he had been bounced.

If you look at it - Alexei walks up to you with her hand waved this way.

The figure, just like during the duel, is fully armed. Or should I say, wearing all my possessions? The large sword of the product on the shoulder, pulling the helmet on the patterned part, equipped with armor, shin, and armor in addition to the circular shield (buckler) pulled out by Kay. And on his back, his traveling gear carries a backpack packed in bread.

With Kay crushing and flashing the atmosphere with a good feeling, and Eileen raising her unpleasant voice with a "howl," but without the wind to worry about how the two were doing, Alexei came all the way in front of her.

"……… Can we move now?"

There may have been some irony in Kay's voice when he asked. Alexei seems to be pimped, even though Kay did a terrible job at the duel and it's only been half a day. The cut lip wound is almost healing, and the blue mole on the lower jaw is already diminishing its color. As far as the left arm penetrated by "Dragon Scale Through (Dragon Stinger)" is concerned, the bandage is wrapped around it, but it does not even show a painful bare gesture.

"Well, the wounds heal fast."

Alexei, who moved his left hand around, "Humph," can focus on his muscles. but at that moment, the red of blood seeped through the bandages that were all around.

"Whoa, were the wounds still blocked?"

By accident, but just to say, it's like Alexei from other HR. Aileen, who seems to have pulled a dong, steps backwards. Kay's sarcastic grin was also a little convulsive.

No matter how pain-resistant this may be, this would be a little unusual. Together, not in a metaphorical sense, but like I'm in no pain at all -

"'Pain Relief', or"

To Kay's whining words, Alexei looks up all the time. Both eyes, only slightly opened, as if they had been forced to dispel the look of surprise.

"It must be a crest, right?

No, or I'll tilt my neck. I had a good idea since the time of the duel, but I saw this reaction and was convinced.

"Pain Relief" - one of the minor crests used, although not nearly as lightweight as Eileen's inscriptions.

Acquisition conditions are relatively loose and their effect should be 'to reduce pain and reduce the likelihood of knockbacks and fainting'. However, even minor wounds in the game were directly linked to death, and since pain was never fed back in the first place, the "crest of pain relief", assuming injuries, was less thankless. At best, the magician player had some degree to carve into himself as an insurance policy to reduce the chant failure caused by the bullet. Kay would have even forgotten its existence if he hadn't met Alexei in this way.

'Pain Relief' which was not helpful in the game, but in reality, I have to say, it is quite useful. Kay himself, in the interpersonal battles he has experienced since coming to this world, his actions were often inhibited or misjudged because of pain. Although there are drawbacks to delayed injury awareness, it is a useful ability if you want to specialize in aggression. It's just that if a brave and resolute warrior becomes dull in pain, what kind of chemical reaction does it take to fulfill it?

By the way, in Alexei's case, it is Kay's view that, in view of the speed of healing of the wound, the rest is stamped with 'physical strengthening' or a minor 'natural healing enhancement' crest.

"... you know more. No, you're right...... where did you find out?

Alexei with a thin grin, but those eyes aren't laughing. Kay shook her head slightly, thinking lightly, "Did you step on a mine?"

"You're not the only warrior of the people of the snowfield I know."

"Heh. What a name?

"It's Andrei."

Irene, who was picking up and listening in silence, looks at Kay sideways.

"Andrei...... Andrei? You don't know me."

"Well, it was a long time ago. What more can I do for you?

To Alexei, who was somewhat of an imaginary face, Kay shook the subject to the throw.

"Oh, I did. I have business with Kay."

Pong, and Alexei, who struck her hand, saw Eileen on the back of her back with words and waved her affection, while clamping down the back sac she was carrying to the ground.

"Now,"

Next, he throws the great sword and circular shield at Kay's feet and also sequentially removes gear such as shin and hand armor. Using the back sac as the foundation, a pile of supplies stacked in front of Kay's eyes.

"Eh, you what?"

Approximately confused Kay and Eileen, Alexei, who took off her armor, quickly became just her skin and sandals with the terrible stripping speed she showed at the lake one day. Then, at the end of the day, place the purse you were holding in your right hand on the mountain where it was made.

"- This is my entire estate!

Alexei proclaims herself exalted and looks directly at Kiri and Kay.

Almost naked, consistently arm-wrapped, grandiose and royal, even though they never attract the attention of the crowd. If that was something to scream abruptly about, I couldn't have told the people around me not to pay attention. The mercenaries who were wasting their time, the residents who were passing by, even the busy merchants, are stopping their hands and looking at us for something.

"……… What do you mean?"

"They'll take it!

Damn, Alexei distorted his face with remorse.

"You... are the winner of the duel, so...

To the words, Kay and Irene looked at each other unexpectedly. Sieve, and Eileen shakes her head with no expression.

"I don't want it."

Kay's answer to that was concise and clear. Alexei stumbles out of her arm-wrapped position.

"Why!

"I don't care why. I find it particularly unattractive."

In a troubled breeze, Kay answers with a puffy cheek.

Sure, Kay fought Alexei to win, but it was to defend his honor and Irene. Kay was also slightly injured, but even slapped Alexei enough to match it. For Kay, the duel was already over - there wasn't much more to do.

Strongly, Alexei's protective gear - the shin and armor of the alloy that played the blow of the "dragon scale through", albeit the arrow of the white feathers - could be described as attractive compared to Kay's current protective gear. But if it's new, I'd like to forgive the horn and Alexei for dropping back.

I also thought about collecting only gold as a nuisance fee, but that felt narrow. If Kay was alone, I'd still have Eileen now. Before she saw it, she didn't even want to get dirty about the money.

"Well, what. Just take your feelings."

"But…… that is troubling!

Alexei of gratuitousness and weakness to Kay of the unobtrusive answers. There is no shadow to see, such as the usual strong attitude there. Kay asked back the other way, feeling funny and strange as to whether it was unexpected to be turned down so far.

"Why would I be in trouble? It wouldn't be a bad story for you, either."

"Involve the clan's selling tickets. If a dueling challenger loses, it's easy to give up all his wealth to the winner. For the sake of romance, I lost while trying to fight a duel from myself, and on top of that... Nah, I can be pitied, etc...!

As I explain, Alexei's cheeks become red. The last words almost seemed to squeeze out. I guess it's extra humiliating to be forced to explain that, also flinching the fact that I lost.

"So... this is bullshit. Take it."

"... to the point of becoming"

To pleading Alexei, Kay took off her helmet in trouble.

"I mean, if it's not received, it's a disgrace for life"

"Exactly."

"Fumu...... If so, that's right,"

With a small sigh and a worryingly forehead, Kay switches her expression to something serious.

"- Okay. Let's take that offer."

"Oh, take it."

Next to Kay, Irene blinks her eyes unexpectedly in the heart.

"Oh, will you take it!

By the way, Alexei makes his face shine. But at the same time, looking down at the pile of luggage, those watery eyes that can be narrowed a little lonely - Kay didn't miss it.

"Oh. By the way,... no matter how you dispose of what you receive, that's on my own, isn't it?

…… Oh, of course. If you want to sell it, if you want to use it, you can do whatever you want. "

For a moment. But Alexei answered with perseverance. "Really?" Kay, again taking the tense, nodded heavily,

"- Then, as the winner of the duel, I give you this set of gear."

Speak up.

"... eh"

Surrounding faces poked by Kay's dialogue and making a pompous dumb face.

"Huh - don't be ridiculous! That won't change anything!

Soon, Alexei, whose cheeks were red, stuffed with momentum, but Kay wouldn't move on it.

"No, I only got it. Be prepared and proud."

Only in sincere Kay's words, Alexei, drained of poison, moved his mouth like a fish fried ashore.

Kay is a Gentile.

Regardless, it is not bright in the customs of the people of the snowfields, etc. If Alexei were willing to do that, the post-duel interaction would have been as deluded as possible.

But without doing so, his own offer to transfer his property is a sign that he himself is proud to be alive. Even if, for example, it was incompatible and incomprehensible, its straightness deserved praise.

This world with a minimum of life aside and not even a guarantee of life. I don't know how much I'm prepared to throw out all my possessions and give them to others in my hometown, where I don't even know them.

No, Kay thinks it's cleanliness until it's clear.

"- I'm impressed. That mindset, I must say, is utterly clear. Therefore, in honor of you, I would like to give you these weapons."

With the mouth spoken well, the pitch-black gaze captured the shaking eyes.

"They'll take it. Proud, warrior of the people of the snowfields - Alexei"

Alexei leaned down silently to Kay's words, which would not make him say whether or not he was somewhere. Because of his right hand, which covered his face, he could not see the expression.

"... if you stick to it, follow it,"

- Thought it was going to be all gone.

A small voice reaches Kay's ear. Fearful, unapologetic - such sloppy words.

".................. haha"

Eventually, Alexei, who exhaled long and thin, looked up to heaven with a disillusioned look. Pull your mouth together and stare at something in the heavens, scratching your head roughly .

"……… OK. Thank you."

As he realized something, Alexei, out-of-the-box, honestly nodded, picked up his clothes from the pile of luggage and began to wear them in silence.

From then on, it looks like it will play the scene backwards. Wear trousers, weave shirts and wrap around leather armor with sheet metal, and wear armor and shin. He rambles his abandoned purse into his pocket, picks up his sword and shield, and carries his back sac.

And there was the appearance of Alexei, a few minutes ago and just one thing that didn't change her appearance.

…………

With the head of his nose on, Alexei slips away at random and wears a helmet in a rough motion. And I tried to keep my cheek (visor) down - but I stopped moving and exhaled briefly.

Shh. Give Kay the hand he was putting on his cheek.

"- Thank you."

Kay shook her hand, accepting the gaze she was looking at without being distracted.

Alexei's grip was strong.

"You will not be thanked. I just did what I thought."

"…… well."

Alexei, smiling bitterly and reassuming the Great Sword, turns his back on the Kays.

"……… You lost."

Over your back, a word. Gashari lowered his helmet cheek and began walking in a relaxed foothold.

North.

Its back is gradually smaller as the cool early summer breeze blows.

In the end, without looking back to the end, the youth traveled alone.

"…… Now,"

Kay, who dropped it off in silence, takes Sasquatch's reins and rewears his helmet.

"Let's go too."

"Yeah."

Eileen nodded with few words, jumping on a flicker. I can hear the Hollanders calling. They're ready to leave.

- That's a farce.

And so on, ironic thoughts erupted, but I didn't feel strange or bad.

Now, look north again.

Kay also swept his horse's head to join the caravan.

†††

Through the castle gate, he was paid at the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce branch of the general city, and Kay's work as an escort was completed.

One head, six small silver coins with a few copper coins. If it is converted into copper coins, it will be less than 70 pieces.

That was the price put on for seven days by the Kays, who provided the merchant escort.

Considering that the cost of a day's food can be covered by three pieces of copper coin if it is a coarse meal, it can be considered a not bad salary. Eileen started using magic on the night shift along the way, so a special allowance was put up on about two small silver coins as a catalyst for that.

By the way, Holland said that if he was injured on escort duty, he would also get an injury allowance, etc., depending on the extent of the injury.

"No, it was nice working with the Kays this time. Do me a favor when you get another chance!

"Thank you for all your help. Thanks."

"Be well, princess!

"I'll see you soon, see you!

Dagmar and his escort left the branch to get paid or not to go swallow for work. Kay laughed bitterly that she couldn't live without booze, but she didn't miss hearing Eileen say, "I want vodka, too."

After that, Holland and I briefly discussed the treatment of the fur of the "Great Bear (Grandurus)", and Kay and the rest of the Chamber of Commerce branch.

The fur is expected to sell to a favorite for a considerable amount of money, but Kay had two options: wait until the buyer was found, or sell it off to the Chamber of Commerce for a certain price. The former does not know how long it will be open. Instead the selling price rises and the latter gets the gold that is immediately wrapped up instead of being bought and beaten.

According to the information purchased at Satina, Wolvern's library can be quite expensive to admit, so as for Kay, who wants cash as soon as possible, he's moving on in the direction of selling it off instantly.

"Actually, I don't know how long it's gonna take."

"Not at all. But the" Big Bear "skin, if it's processed, it's going to be there, right? Isn't that an ant to use?

"I'm fine now. If Eileen is here, I think that's okay."

"No, I'm fine, too.... and heavy."

Talking about that, he walks towards the recommended inn that Holland taught him.

In the evening, people cross the main street through the general city, filling it all up. To a woman in a basket, a slave in a black piercing coat, a traveller-style man who works to negotiate discounts with open-air merchants -.

While pulling Sasquatch's reins, Kay noticed that the building was generally taller than Satina or Euria, going on a beautifully maintained cobblestone. Starting with the building on the outer edge of the castle wall, everything is basically made of more than three floors. Because of this, even though it was a medieval European-style city, it had a more advanced atmosphere than any other town.

"The boulder is the" capital city ", or…………"

As you wander your gaze, you arrive at the desired accommodation. A unique sign with a deformed beetle hanging a Yale jock in one hand - the "HangedBug" pavilion.

Leave Sasquatch and Suzuka to the use of the small room in front of the entrance and open the door painted green. From teasing, a bell rang, and what was going on inside jumped into my eyes.

"Oh, good evening"

It was a young woman with beautifully folded sheets who welcomed the Kays. I bandana together my barbecued wheat skin, flax hair to my shoulders, and my curious black eyes are adorable when I twirl.

"Meals, or stays?

"I want to get a room"

"OK, wait a minute."

With a good grin of dust and affection, the woman pulls the sheet into the back of her hand. The "HangedBug" pavilion does not leak into the example of an inn, and the ground floor appears to be a tavern and dining room. The large room lit by the light of the lamp was lined with a round table and inside the counter was a middle-aged man polishing the glass. The muscular physique, the mustache spread over the blush - it doesn't exist in the game, and probably the same in this world, but at first glance it makes me think, "Ah, it's a dwarf" look. I heard it later, but Eileen thought the same thing.

"Yes, yes, wait. Then..."

A returning woman expands the books at the reception. Black eyes stared alternately at Kay and Irene.

"……… Can I use your room?

"……… Ah."

As conscious as possible, not to feel it, Kay nods like it's nothing. I had the illusion that Eileen's presence next door would get a little hot, floating.

"How many days are you planning to stay?

"I haven't decided yet, but on the contrary, how many days can I get a room from at least?

"Nothing. You can have a day. However, extending every day is a bit annoying. I'd be a little cheaper if I took it on a weekly basis, though?

"Well, I'll ask you first in a week."

"Mm, OK. Room 203, then."

Receive the keys and pay for the room and the horse feed together in silver coins. With the woman's voice "Take your time -" on her back, Kay and Irene all went up the stairs.

Room 203.

Tidy, clean rooms. On a small table at the window, a cushioned comfort chair and a locked crate (chest), two sleeping spaces placed on the walls on both sides - furniture and other grades are higher than in any other inn, as Holland recommended. The windows are as simple as the rain doors fit, but they are relatively quiet because they face the back of the street.

"Wow, the bed!

Eileen, with her luggage on the floor, dives happily into bed. Unlike every other Satina inn, Eileen's body was taken by Po Phun and the mattress because it was properly stuffed.

"Oh, my body melts."

"I only laid cloth on the ground here."

Take a sigh of relief, Kay, as you unpack in the same way. Its cheeks unwittingly loosen to the feel of a mattress of good solidity. The business trip was quite enjoyable, but my body was stiff because I kept sleeping in my tent. The presence of comfortable beds is honestly delightful.

Honestly, I'm glad.

…………

Soon, there was silence in the room.

Instead of a tent-like fabric, I am in a confined space built firmly with walls and ceilings - the fact that we are alone again was felt to emerge. The relief, the sense of accomplishment, the exhilaration that led to the destination and the loosening of the feelings that they bring also add colour to that feeling.

Kay tries to delude that silence by moving around in vain to unpack, pack, check the rain doors open and close. But even while I'm not sure what to talk about, the air pushes me towards saturation.

…………

When Kay finally stopped looking, Eileen jumped like a doll, hugging her pillow and staring at her.

"Yeah, right."

She had eyes, and as if she remembered, Kay opens her mouth.

"Well... I forgot to ask my husband in Holland. I'm gonna go for a second, okay? It's for the wild, so I'll be right back."

"Oh, yeah, yeah? I'm perfectly fine, Ked."

Irene nodded small with her pillow in her arms as she squeezed her eyes.

"Okay, I'll go then"

I'll keep the keys.

"I leave it to you."

Ping, Irene takes the room key she played with her finger.

"Be careful, go."

"Yeah, I'll see you later."

Laughing over her back, Kay left the room with Irene on her ass rolling in relaxing mode again.

Tips, tricks, tricks… and the footsteps of the boots keep away. As she fell asleep, Eileen was careful and listening to the sound.

- Eventually, when Kay is thought to have definitely left the inn, Eileen largely wakes herself up.

"Hum,"

Eileen puts her hand on her hips and looks over at a room that's neither large nor small. Drop your gaze on the luggage placed in one corner, then pick the shirt you were wearing with your fingers.

"……… OK, shall we get dressed?"

I don't know who to tell.

Eileen started flipping her stuff.

†††

Walking fast on a path that was already getting dark, Kay visited the Chamber of Commerce again.

The purpose, as I told Eileen, is Holland.

"Hey, hey, I thought you were coming."

corner of the branch, a small room for business discussions. Holland greeted Kay with a flamboyant smile.

"Then I guess I know what to do."

"Of course not. This is it, isn't it?

Being good at it, Holland opens the little box he brings to the room to show it.

Among them, a square mirror with a flat hand size was housed with the cotton.

"Oh...... this is it"

"Yes, I originally planned to deliver this one, but the customer said, 'I like the round one'. So I was transporting a round hand mirror that you guys saw."

"As far as it goes. So, what's the price?

I don't care about the detailed explanation. Holland laughs at Kay's eating.

"Twenty silver coins - I'd just like to say, but let's lose to fifteen at the mercy of the body. By the way, this is close to the cost, so I can't afford it any more."

"No, thank you enough.......... How do I pay?

"Um, you can pay me here now, or you can deduct it from the fur bill"

"... I'd like to ask for a deduction"

Holland responded comfortably to the request that he didn't want to spend much cash.

"Now, do you need gift wrapping?

"Do some of those things? Please."

Kay cheeks as illuminated to Holland, who does it and turns a meaningful grin. Surprisingly, Holland, who removed wrapping paper and ribbons from a nearby shelf, began wrapping mirrored crates from his hand.

"... sometimes, sir. Is there a recommended restaurant near the" HangedBug "pavilion? At this time, I don't have any threads on my gold, and I want to make it a good dinner."

Kay reluctantly asks, looking at Holland's hand wrapping incredibly clever and handy.

"Hmm, restaurant... no thread on the gold, then... no, but you guys don't have a dress or anything, do you?

"Ugh... unfortunately"

"The rental costume… may not be the right size, it's a little late for that. Speaking of delicious restaurants that don't have to be cared for..."

Holland either demonstrates his leading role as a "chef" or inadvertently stops his wrapping hand and begins to think seriously.

"…… I have an idea, but the problem……… TU SAIS PARLER LE FRANCAIS?

To the abrupt words of Holland, Kay moved his eyebrows tingly and often let his eyes swim.

"…… Ouai, un petit peu"

"Well, this surprised me. Then there's no problem."

Kay returned the question, "Can you speak the language (French) of the people of the plateau?" Holland looks so impressed, he's nodded over and over.

"Oh, oh... but why are you suddenly again?

In the street behind "HangedBug," it's a restaurant called "Le Donjon," but everyone from the owner to the service is from the people of the plateau. Instead of serving dishes that aren't so expensive and have a remarkable flavour, he refuses to speak our language. I think you'll all be turned down at first, so just say it's my introduction. "

Holland takes a note out of his chest and writes down something sarcastic with a blade pen. Signature of Holland if you take it and in French: 'Be polite!' It said.

"But it's a lot of work. You are. No, I was wondering if it wasn't because I had a conversation with Dagmal that I kind of knew."

"It's not that much we can talk about. A little twitchy."

I shrug my shoulders and answer modestly.

Although Kay has been learning English since childhood, after the practical application of VR equipment, other European languages were also slightly twisted to interact with patients around the world. I know a little French, Spanish and Italian specifically, and Portuguese as a minimum greeting and a few words. The Russian language was hard to come by. I ended up learning nothing, but as it stands, don't tell me that you regret that you should have done a little.

"Okay, now we're done."

"Thank you, that's perfect."

A smile and delightful kay with a tiny beautifully decorated box in her hand. Holland, smiling another different kind than Kay, smashed Kay's back to encourage him.

"Well, good luck. Bonne (Good Luck) Chance!"

"Ha ha, Merci bien (thanks a lot)!"

Laughing bitterly, he leaves the Chamber of Commerce with the box by his side.

And on her way back to the inn, Kay realized that if she left with it, it would not be a surprise gift, and as a result of her struggle to hide it, she managed to fit the box inside her hip-bow case.

(Forgive me, "Dragon Scale Through (Dragon Stinger)")

I feel sorry for my partner, who seems cramped in the case.

"We're back -"

at the inn. When Kay knocked on the door, "Welcome Home -" Eileen unlocked.

"Whoa."

Looking at Irene in the room, Kay's eyes dot for a moment.

"……… Did you change your clothes?

"Yeah."

Under the soft lamp light, Eileen smiled in the illuminated wind. A powder blue piece wrapped around her dances in front of Kay.

"... I didn't have it."

"Uh, actually, find it in Satina."

Irene's uppercut, which slightly dyed her cheeks and stroked her hem, shot Kay straight through the front.

"…… you look great."

"……… thank you."

Kay couldn't face Eileen, who laughed.

Then Eileen leaves the room first, manages to hide the mirror, and then goes to the restaurant.

Le Donjon was easier to find than I thought. Because it features a sign shaped like a castle, and it also says "Le Donjon" in front of the store. As Holland feared, at first glance, I almost ate the front door payment just to say no, but when I showed him Holland's writing, he let me through. While the regular and thinkers saw it with strange eyes, it was the small and beautiful private room that was guided.

"Kay, you look good in French too!

"…… just a little bit."

He was Kay the Doya Face for modest words, but after this, he was handed a menu and became the feather of struggling with an on-parade of words he didn't understand.

Order orthodox menus, such as grilled pasta and lamb, while you are not afraid to be the first to enjoy a white wine-based aperitif (aperitif). It took me a long time to get the key dishes from the order and in the meantime I got pretty drunk, but the quality was great for that matter.

The appetizer is a mousse mixed with raw cream and beef and multiple herbs. The aromatic and savory sauce stirs the appetite for dancing on the tongue. Kay quickly flattened out, but Eileen seemed to eat it unfortunately.

Next, pasta. There was cosiness in the noodles, which reminded me of the handbeaten udon that was in Kay and I ate on the day. We shared Kay's requested Bolognese flavor and Eileen's Carbonara flavor, both of which were impeccable. In particular, Carbonara had plenty of damp, uniquely scented ingredients, which Eileen said were similar to truffles.

The main thing is grilled lamb. And perhaps this was one of the most impressive dishes. Take a bite, we both stopped moving, so much so that we finished eating silently as it was. Despite being a sheep, I can hardly smell the meat first. While maintaining some tactile sensation, it is soft, and the taste seeps out after each bite. A fat body that is thick and not persistent. Every time I swallowed it, I proceeded to eat another bite, one more bite, and if I noticed, there was nothing left on the plate.

"You must be beating the meat to heart."

Wipe your mouth with a napkin elegantly, otherwise it won't soften that much, Eileen says. Sure, Eileen's guess is correct because Kay's grill grill was mixed with crushed bone fragments.

Apple tart for dessert. Sweet enough that your cheeks are about to fall off is, of course, a luxury enough in this world. And Eileen, who only had ties to weak alcohol such as beer and wine these days, asked for a strong distilled drink just here, and she looked extremely happy.

"No, it was delicious."

"Let's come back!

The two of us return to the inn in a good mood, with a sizzling addition and subtraction. Silver coins blew up at dinner tonight, but that was a satisfactory satisfaction that I had no choice. Perhaps coming here to eat again could even be called a certainty - leading up to Kay could even shift to the purpose of living eating at Le Donjon.

After returning to the inn, take turns and take a bath. Ground floors have shared but small bathrooms. And this is also one of the reasons Holland recommended the "HangedBug" pavilion - first Irene bathed and Kay washed away her traveling fatigue refreshingly with the replacement.

"Oh, good. Satisfied, satisfied"

When Kay returned to the room, Eileen was gobbling on the bed. The bathed, damp blonde hair looks oddly colorful in Kay's eyes. The clothes seemed to have made a choice of pieces again, and the whiteness of the thighs peeking slightly dazzled. but sometimes he is moderately more concerned with alcohol, and Kay manages to keep room.

"Sappy! I'm glad you had a bath."

"Totally. I haven't had a bath in years."

Kay squeaks and squeaks as she wipes her hair with a towel. To Eileen, who looks like "ah," I immediately realize that it was a failure.

"Oh, yeah, Eileen. Actually, I have one present for you."

Only, in the way I figured it out, Kay changes the subject. A wrapped box of examples was removed from the bags in the corners of the room.

"Whoa! What's that! What the fuck!

Wake yourself up in bed, as if you were a young child, Irene, shaking to heighten tension. Kay, sitting down next to him, handed him the crate, saying yes.

"……… Can I open it!?

"You bet."

In front of Kay, who laughs at what is natural, Eileen carefully peels off the wrapping paper as if to disarm the bomb.

And then he shows up in the box, from under the cotton, the mirror.

…… Mirror! "

Look in the mirror twice alternately with Kay, Eileen. I stare at myself in the mirror with my eyes round and astonished, and I stop.

"…… Mirror!

"You would have wanted it, wouldn't you?

"No, seriously......? Yay! Thanks! Thanks Kay!"

Rejoicing at all the jumping up, I repeat my thanksgiving with the mirror in my hand, looking back. Irene, who seemed to take care of the mirror and put it in the box, smiled with a full face and showed her the set-up to jump in here.

Take that, and when Kay spreads his arms, he hugs me as if I'm going to hit him. It smelled fluffy and good, and for a moment my vision was filled with golden hair.

"Thanks! Seriously glad!

"You're welcome, I'd love it if you were so happy."

Kay also breaks up with her little, luxurious body as she softly hugs her. Eileen was squeezing her forehead around Kay's chest as she raised her voice "squeaky."

For a while, we held each other in comfort as it was.

…………

Eventually - silence will descend.

Kay as a gentle watcher and Eileen as a merciful look up.

"……… Eileen"

The first, just a little, courageous was Kay. Chiu, mouth gently on Eileen's forehead as if to bless her.

Irene, shaking her body like a tickle, crawled her lips on Kay's forehead as if to lose and stretch her back.

At the same height, two unspeakable eyes face each other. Black and blue gaze intertwine.

…………

As if the water would flow, as if it could attract.

I exchanged kisses.

Chiu, it's like a little bird pecking at you. A moment of confirmation without other love. Each other's breath tickles, they're comfortable, they laugh, they never stop.

But one of them tried to sweet bite his lips - the covert equilibrium was broken.

Like a prodigal... The hesitation was a moment.

What separates the two no longer exists as one.

Feels like the core of your head is numb. It's like stars scattering behind your eyelids. each other in search of each other. It was a goosebump sensation. I've always wanted to do this - forever. Such wishes are, however, eventually inhibited by the limits of breathing.

Pfft. It's as if those things that were drowning, gasping for breath. They were disturbing each other's breathing, outrageously. The heart is hitting the early bell, as it did after finishing the full walk of disease.

"……… Eileen"

Embrace the luxurious body. I couldn't wait to love Tonto and the same fast heartbeat as myself.

I can't stop, I can't stop anymore. The feeling of a rising, burning desire lingered.

"Kay......"

Pull your body apart a little, and Eileen peeks into Kay.

Clear pale eyes speak silently. Eileen was also trembling.

Eileen looks anxiously at the lamp swinging in the ceiling.

- and.

Outside the room, the atmosphere moves.

A small breeze blew through the window clearance gently knocked out the light of the lamp.

The Book of Darkness descends. It's dark - but Kay's eyes, they reflect everything.

Clearly, it's like floating white, insanely adorable, looking like one girl.

"Irene."

I whispered in my ear, gently, and drew the hand.

"Ah..."

There were no more reasons.

The two try to get together and fall straight into bed.

At night - it was going to be.