Those two odd people came to visit Westwind Pavilion on the 7th of the Ashes Moon.

"There you go. Are you staying or are you eating?

Yumi, who had been asked for the store number, throws her voice from the reception desk behind the store.

Because it was halfway through the afternoon, all three men in the dining room were just winding pipes with cheap fruit liquor.

Two people coming in through the entrance approaching Sosa and this way so as to avoid the gaze of the men.

Weird people.

Even though it's all over town, he's wearing a jacket headscarf as deep as Sim's people.

but it can't be Sim's people. Peeping through the combined eyes of that coat was a jaguar-style outfit called a thin barrel foot coat on an embroidered torso, and the height, one as small as a child.

With men and women, or parents and children - whatever, it's an abandonment to hide your face even though you're not a Sim, and what you're wearing feels as splendid as the Inn Town doesn't deserve.

I wondered if this was a customer, and Yumi thought blurry with her cheek cane on the reception desk.

Whatever the reason, if you pay for the copper coin, you become a customer. As for Yumi, we could only do enough to break our hearts so that the guests wouldn't sneer at each other.

But...

"I finally found it. Hiccup, Yumi."

Yumi was surprised when the smaller person said so.

Yumi's surprise is also approximate, and the person snaps his jacket headscarf off his back.

What emerged from under it were dark, still brown hair and tiny, white, well-made faces.

"You, Dial! What are you doing here?

"What, I'm here to see you?"

Disgruntled, make lips squeeze.

He looks like a boy at first sight, but the line is so thin that he doesn't think of it as a people of the south, and his face is adorable. She is the daughter of a luxury merchant who came to business from the southern kingdom of Jagal.

Standing behind it was also a familiar face. He's a young man named Larvis, the Guardian of Deal.

"And anyway, come here for a second. It'll catch your eye here."

Yumi stepped out of the reception desk and directed the two to their most terminal seats.

I'm not proud of it, but Westwind Pavilion has a lot of rough customers. Because they sell cheap prices, they also frequent roughnecks, low-paying windmills, and bandits and little crooks trying to draw them into their company.

For those, a human being as fine as the Deals would have only seemed to be walking with Myrmu around. Three of our clients who are drinking cheap alcohol have been looking at each other and exploring them since just now.

"Yumi's is a much harder place to understand. I looked everywhere."

As for the seat, Dial still raised his dissatisfaction.

"That was bad," Yumi says back as she arms up and looks down at that.

"We've been opening a store in this place since my grandfather's day. If you complain, tell your grandfather. My grandfather was summoned by Selva a long time ago, even though I never worshipped his face."

"Not that I have anything to complain about..."

"Why are you wandering around in the first place? What do you mean, I don't think this is the kind of place where people like you wander around?

This is the back street of Inn Town.

All that touches the house is the flamboyant stores that deal with the desolate and the poor, and at night, women, merchants, pickpockets, tears, and even slaughters are rampant. It was such a neighborhood that even the guards wouldn't step in alone.

Sometimes they are reputed for the rich dark parts of Genos, the fumbling of the villains, etc.

It is a rich town, but it would therefore have required something like a flower to keep to its grace, or a receptacle for the shepherds who failed to do so.

But Yumi is not ashamed that he was born in this area.

It is not in the hands of the person himself that the nobility was born in the house of the nobility, and because I do not think it is the sin of that person that the poor man is born in the poor house.

Of course, I think that sinners such as the bandits and the Tsukuba should be brought to justice correctly.

But may those have lost themselves at the end of their agony of starving to death or being able to live forever as sinners?

I don't feel like sheltering, but I don't even feel like blaming you.

So I guess the role of the innkeeper's daughter, who is not the enemy or ally of those people, but just gives them an overnight inn or a glass of fruit liquor in exchange for copper coins, suits her sexuality.

"... so?

"Huh?"

"No, so it's a matter of taking me to a place like this. I have some business to attend to, and you came all the way out of Castle Town, right?

To Yumi's words, Dial got annoyed.

Refreshingly unclear, Yumi puts her hand on the table and peeks into its face.

"Well, I can almost imagine. You had business with Asta, not me, didn't you? If you were Asta, you'd be working in another inn by now, right?

"Chi, no! I need to talk to Yumi."

"Really? Then talk to him."

"Yeah......"

Dial had laid his eyes down for a while, but eventually he looked back at Yumi's face as he thought out.

"Oh, you know, is Asta doing well?

"Yeah? Well, aren't you well? Yeah, I could have let you get back to business safely. If you're from North Street, you've seen Giva's stalls crowded with customers, right?

"I saw that... and Yumi hasn't seen Asta face to face much either?

"Right. Asta's been out of the store for over half a month. I guess I finally felt like I could face the crackle yesterday."

"Oh well..."

Dial frowned at the bitterness and bit his lips.

He has a hard face to look at.

"What's the matter with you? What the hell is Asta doing?

"Yeah... Asta must be mad at me... so you wanted to ask Yumi what it's like to be mad at me..."

"Are you mad? I don't think so."

"That's why I'm here. When Asta got caught by Leflaia, I couldn't help it."

Yumi never fell to her heart.

The other guests' table was far away, but they still whisper and ask Dial.

"Refraia is about your daughter, who's probably the winner of Count Turan, right? I hear about you face-to-face with Asta at that mansion, and that's when something happened?

"There was nothing, so you can't. Asta was in so much trouble that I couldn't do anything about it... and I, Cycleus, couldn't even realize that you were such a big sinner."

"Well, I didn't even know that."

"Just because I managed to get out of Castle Town and tell the people by the woods where Asta is, Asta could have gotten out of there sooner. Yet I..."

Yumi decided to think "hmm".

"I know you feel responsible. But Asta wasn't mad about you, was she? He said he wanted to buy cooking tools from you again."

"... Asta was saying that?

"Yeah. You also said you were worried that the Count was going to be tried as a sinner, and that your business with your father would have gone unscrupulous."

"... Asta's a sweet guy."

Deal became a darker and darker face, and I got upset again.

Every youngster is silent with a much more grumpy face from earlier on.

"You know, I figured it'd be quicker to talk to Asta herself, right? If I were you, I'd think I'd be working in an inn called The Great Tree Pavilion in the South.

"Yeah. There's no face to match Asta."

No treatment, Yumi shrugged her shoulder.

There are many emotionally relaxed and lavish people called the people of Jagal, but this is what happens when they turn to the bad wind. Anyway, I'm serious, I guess it's temperament to be swept away by my emotions.

(If you don't live a little longer, you'll get tired of it)

But Yumi really liked her daughter, Dial.

After all, I can see a lot of petty, unworldly parts because I grew up in a house like dealing with nobles, but I have a lot of charm to make up for it. Yumi is also more fortuitous as a people in the west, so this upright character without a backdrop feels like a beauty, not a flaw.

Speaking of which, where did you move your address from the Count's house? Asta went around asking someone she knew, but now she doesn't know for sure. "

"... now I'm taking care of you in the mansion near the castle. So, I'm re-talking business with the Marquis Genos people."

"Jen, the Marquis de Genos? So you're finally going to do business with the lord?

"Yeah. Because that business with Sasa is going to take over that way"

Not at all, it's a frightening story.

Yumi has only worshipped his figure at a distance, such as nobility. Because it's impossible for those prestigious people to show up to the Inn Town.

Even the Earl of Saturas, who governs the town of lodging, is so likely that the Lord's Marquis of Genos and others were equal to their presence above heaven.

(So, this girl was taken care of at the Marquis' mansion, and Asta was also as a cook to the nobles)

No, Asta's name is supposed to blow all over Genos.

Because the story spread that the lord of Genos had bewitched the dish of Giva and taunted that it was no less than the dish of the castle town.

Thanks to this, they have also achieved excellent results in the commerce of stalls and lodgings that they have allowed to reopen since yesterday.

Especially in the stalls, it seems to have become so noisy that guards can be called in too much prosperity.

But Asta stayed Asta.

Yesterday I was also burning my mind that I had to prepare a dish that would meet the customer's expectations.

For the exotic Asta, I'm sure the nobility, the people of the boarding town, and even the people by the woods are the same "human beings".

The feeling was not even known to Yumi, the people of the city of the living quarters.

I don't like the nobles who are high up, but that's the same thing I don't like the burglars, the tears, etc.

No one can choose where they are born.

No matter how poor you are born, there are good people and bad people.

Then some of the nobles. 'Cause I guess some of them are good and some are bad.

Um, even the forest people who were said to be vicious barbarians were.

By being associated with the people of the woods, Yumi was set to reinforce those thoughts more and more.

"But anyway -" Yumi said, opening the back door to the lid.

It was Yumi's mother with a large cloth wrap who emerged from it.

"Oh, have you been waiting for a customer? Sorry about that. Order anything."

"Oh, oh, welcome back. What happened to your father?

"Dad's cleaning up the firewood back there. So, what's your order?

I leave my big baggage behind the reception desk and my mother laughs at me.

Yumi nodded back at you vaguely before hurrying to his mouth under Deal's ear.

"I'm sorry, can you order something for me? If I bring someone who's not a guest to the store, I'll be pissed off."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Then I'll leave now. I'm sorry you're at work."

"No, it doesn't make any difference that you get mad when you get back here,"

Yumi decided to take the whole thing.

"I don't have a lot of food, but I thought you were going to eat something. I don't care about fruit liquor or anything."

"When I get home from drinking fruit wine, Larvis will be pissed off by my father, won't he?

With the words of Deal, the young man will look so grumpy.

"If that's what you're ordering, I just obey."

"He said he wouldn't give orders like that.... Then I'm sorry, but can you serve me a light meal? 'Cause I don't mind being alone."

"Mm, thanks.... Mother, please cook Kimmus' milk fat for one serving."

"Aye."

With his arms around him, his mother pulls him into the cook.

Dropping that off, Deal leaned his neck like a small animal.

"Speaking of which, even the stalls along the street smelled like milk fat. Is milk fat prevalent in Inn Town these days?

"I mean, it's fashionable, I've suddenly decided to go out in Inn Town in the last half month or so. Until then, we didn't even know it existed."

Yumi makes me shrug my shoulders.

"He also seems to have been triggered by the presence of Asta. This store was once with Asta, so we were able to handle milk fat and poitan early."

"Poitan? Are you using Poitan or something for cooking?

After saying it that way, Dial blocked his own mouth in a panic.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Nothing. I'm not making fun of the lodging town."

"I'm not talking about anything unusual. There was no such thing as eating Poitan in Inn Town. I was just selling it for people and travelers by the woods."

That's how Yumi thought about it.

"No, you've been visiting this Genos all the way from Jagal, haven't you? If so, have you ever eaten Poitan?

"Yeah, sure. Sometimes I carry fuwano powder, but when I get hit by the moisture, the bugs get wet. Long journey offerings are always poignant. If you simmer with tau oil or sugar, you won't be able to eat it."

"Heh. I don't know about tau oil or sugar, because it's hard to get in the west then.... west, or in Inn Town, I guess."

........

"Whatever, don't look anxious. Isn't it your fault you're rich?

Yumi giggled and twirled Dial's short hair around him.

"Stop it," Dial shrugs his neck.

In the meantime, there was a fragrant scent of baking milk fat from the cook.

Occasionally another table of drunkards starts making noise out loud.

"Oh, my God, don't smell so hungry!

"This guy smells like milk fat. Loose people in their nostalgia aren't nice."

Yumi laughed at you too.

"If you want to eat something delicious, you guys should get to work. You said you've been drinking since noon, and you're not gonna make any money, are you?

"Let it go. I don't remember being instructed by the daughter of the inn."

"If I had any money, I'd be sitting in such a poor inn."

"Greetings! Then do your best not to spare even that poor lodging."

"No, no," the men laughed, putting on the fruit liquor.

"What's the matter," Yumi asked, as Dial was looking up at his face properly.

"Yeah, slap a customer like that in the mouth and think it's not a good fight..."

"Accommodation is in Accommodation Town, and that store has its own way of doing things. Sometimes it's more troublesome to be adult."

While I was exchanging those words, my mother made a face out of the chef.

"I can do it. Carry me."

"Yes, sir."

As he heads out to the cook, his mother, with the wood dish in her hand, looks at him.

"Hey, what are those guys? You're doing fine as a nobleman, aren't you?

"There's no such thing as nobility. She's the daughter of a merchant doing business in Castle Town."

"No, you're with a nobleman. I don't know how you get involved with these people, do I?

"Yes, sir."

Receive a wood plate from your worried mother and return to the Deals' table.

"Please wait. It's Kimmus' milk fat grill. Three red copper coins."

"Yeah, thanks"

Under Deal's gaze, Larvis offers more copper coins.

It was white copper coin, so Yumi was to go back and forth again from the reception desk to the table to return the change.

"Come on, enjoy it before it gets cold. I don't know if it fits my mouth."

This was the second most valued contribution in the current Westwind Pavilion, after Karon's milk fat grill.

It is a dish in which the salted meat of the chest of Kimmus is baked in milk fat along with the myrmu and thinly chopped aria that remain stems.

At first, I wondered what would happen if I put milk fat and myrmu together with a strong smell, but when I tried it, it was out of the question. This is pretty good. As for Yumi, Kimmus was also preferred to the stiff caron's foot meat.

Karon's milk is also used in the round poitan dough accompanied by the side.

What should be done with milk left out of the fat? So far, I have been instructed by a Saturan envoy whether it is water or water to dissolve the powder of Poitan, or to use it in a juice dish.

It was the Saturas and Dareim families that distributed the milk and poitan powder of Karon to the boarding towns, which apparently stemmed from the conflict with the Turan family.

However, regardless of the circumstances behind it, they changed the cuisine of the Inn Town.

Everyone who is loose in money prefers to cook milk fat.

The fat caron carcass meat and the kimmus skinned meat don't get that chance, so this milk fat gave a great deal of color to the cuisine of the Inn Town.

(More ingredients could pour into the Inn Town ahead, I don't know what Asta said, but what the hell is going to happen?)

With that in mind, Yumi watched as Dial carried the approximate dish into his mouth.

"What do you say? Give me your flattery thoughts."

"Hmmm...... smells good, but I don't know if it's enough to only taste salt. I just feel like I could use tau oil and it would taste really good..."

"The people of Jagal love tau oil!... well, I've been reminded of the deliciousness."

To confirm Asta's skill in her father's words, Yumi is savoring numerous dishes at the Great Tree Pavilion in the South.

There was plenty of tau oil in all of them, such as "meat chatch" in "Gibba's Horned Stew" and a juicy dish called "sup".

While Asta's skill and the taste of Gibba meat also decreased, I still think that is delicious with tau oil.

"Eat Larvis, too. If it's not giva meat, you don't hate it, do you?

"No. Please don't worry"

"Eh! When I'm alone, I'll be hungry and I won't be able to eat dinner. Wouldn't you be sorry for the people at your mansion then?

To Deal's words, Larvis took a shaved wooden spoon.

Place the Kimmus meat and aria on the Poitan dough and tap the sturdy looking teeth.

"What do you say? If you like, why don't you let me know what you think?

"... nothing unsavory. It just doesn't taste good enough with salt after all, and this Poitan dough seems bulky and hard to get through your throat"

"Oh, I guess I should put the gigo in. That should make you feel like the Poitan Asta's in the street."

Materials cost a lot more, but maybe we should still do that.

At present, however, we are in the process of reconciling this with the price of the newly obtained caron's milk and poitan powder.

Poitan can be obtained cheaper than Fuwano, but instead the one called milk fat can only take a small amount from milk. Even if you try Yumi's parents, that's where they worry about how they should be treated to improve the quality of their meals so they don't lose their money.

But only a few more days to worry about that - and Yumi secretly thinks.

"Actually, we have plans to sell Asta's food in our shop."

"Huh?"

Dial looks back at Yumi as surprised.

"That kind of story has been up for over a month now. Because of the nobles, the conversation was relaxing. Before I do that, I have to dust my father's stone head into a piece of wood, but if Asta's skill is enough, don't worry about it."

"Oh well... good for you"

Dial breathes with a rather frivolous face.

That's an unsightly look, and Yumi shaved that head again.

"So, from now on, as a business associate, I want Asta to work harder than ever. Asta like that says she wants to buy cooking tools from you, so why don't you listen to her, too?

"Ri, you're selling cooking tools in Inn Town, right?

"All they sell here is cheap stuff. When I bought the meat cutter from you, Asta looked really happy, didn't she?

"Well, I'd love to be able to sell some iron equipment to Asta..."

Dial laid his eyes down again without force, resting his disturbed hair with both hands.

Close your face to the face and say that you should be Yumi.

"You come on, it's cute to sift weak, but you don't like it too much, do you?

"Beh, I'm not even cute from the start."

"Fine, don't talk to Asta personally. If you were to go back to Jagal like that, would you not regret it?

Dial has pulled his mouth together and stared back at Yumi's face.

He has beautiful green eyes, like a real jade that is not a good one.

"Okay.... I'll talk to Asta."

"Oh, have you finally made up your mind?

"Yeah. I didn't want to see you face to face because I don't like it when Asta turns a cold eye on you... even more so if you don't run around, you have to be properly annoyed"

That's how Deal smiled for the first time when he came to the occasion.

It's as if the sun finally showed up from the cloudy sky.

Yumi loves this kind of smile from Dial.

"I finally made up my mind. Thank you, Yumi."

"You're welcome. It wasn't supposed to be such a big story from the beginning."

Yumi smiles bitterly and Dial nods "Yeah".

"Then in about three days' time, I think I'll be able to show my face at the stall. If I ever see Asta, could you tell her that?

"Huh? You can talk about it by the end of the day"

"Hey, I can't do it today, because I'll take three days to sort out my feelings!

"Yeah," Yumi made me laugh.

It was precisely then that they appeared at the entrance.

"Um, is this the Westwind Pavilion?

Dial looks back at you with dismay.

The brunette boy, who came up to the Westwind Pavilion with a tall blonde man and a child with flax hair, looked just as surprised.

"Oh, isn't that real! Why are you here?

"Of course, you've come to see Asta. I was getting a taste of our food until Asta finished her job."

With a laugh, Yumi answers.

Dial, who was shivering his thin shoulders as he sifted, turned his face bright red and said, "No!" He shouted out loud.

"You're not fooling me. Asta's going to have to confront my dad, so talk to him before you do."

Yumi made Asta laugh as she pounded her angry Deal head.

"Welcome to Westwind Pavilion. Welcome, Asta."