"Ah, Dad. Did you finish fixing the storage?

Returning to the inn, his daughter Terrier-Mass was stuck alone in the cook.

I don't have to ask what I was doing. The cook had sweet aromas of caron milk and milk fat.

"Making confectionery again? That's a lot of sperm."

"Yeah. Asta and the others took it easy on me, so I need to shape it somehow."

Terrier-Mass grinned with a grin as he swung his hands on the forehead.

She is a shy, small daughter, but she has been smiling a lot more lately. I guess the thought of her mother's carelessness cleared up made a difference to Terrier-Mass. Also, the harsh attitude of the Lord of Genos that whoever commits evil will be judged should have brought great relief to all the people of the Accommodation Town.

"I think I made this look cool, don't you think?

Terrier-Mass offers me a wooden dish with confectionery.

What was on there was a small dough.

"Hmm. Did you cook the Poitan round?

"I'm not just using Poitan, I'm also using fuwano and eggs. I melted it with caron's milk, mixed it with sugar and milk fat, and then grilled it."

Milan-Math pinched one of those dough and put it in his mouth.

Really, the vibrant sweetness spreads through your mouth.

The dough was also covered with melted sugar.

The sugar had already solidified, but when I chewed it, the inner dough was still slightly warm.

And now I felt the soft sweetness and flavor of eggs and milk fat.

"Hmm. That sounds softer and smells better than what I made before. No one will complain about this."

"Really? Don't you think there's enough flavor yet?

"I don't know. I've only spoken of sweet confectionery."

Milan-Math asked him to answer that while he peeled the sugar on his finger.

"I just think that I feel like it doesn't go with the sourness of fruit liquor after all. Women and children come to the stalls, but they deal with men in the inn cafeteria, so I don't think it's going to sell unless it's something that goes with booze."

"Um, right? Eating with tea is delicious."

Terrier-Mass was, unfortunately, dropping his shoulder.

Many of the other inns serve snack stalls, so I'm sure they're willing to serve sweets there. However, there is no extra manpower in Kimmus's Tail Pavilion, so I hadn't put out stalls or anything for a long time.

"Well, not every man drinks. If a customer orders tea, not alcohol, why don't you recommend it to him? Besides, at Easter, guests will be flowing from day to day, and there will be opportunities to deal with women and children in that case."

"Yeah, you are. Sooner or later, I'll rub some more delicious treats so I can stick my chest out."

Terrier-Mass smiled again.

That innocent smile makes Milan-Math evoke one thought.

"... but even you don't know how long you'll be in this inn, so it might not make sense to think that way ahead"

"Huh? What do you mean?

"Whatever or nothing, if I put you in my wife somewhere, you'd be leaving the house, though?

Terrier-Mass shook his neck sideways with a serene face.

"If I leave the house, my heir will be gone. Are you going to crush this important Kimmus Tail Pavilion?

"Where such an old inn has crumbled, there will be no one to spare. And I don't know what happens to the inn after I screw up."

"But... if I marry someone else, Mr. Mass will die?

"That's what no one else spares. The nobility of Genos, for example, would rather have Mr. Free Explorer and others just gone away."

While cleaning his hands with the water in the water bottle, Milan-Math asks him to answer all the time.

"I don't think that's what a man would like to be in an inn like this and join his son-in-law, and even you're not always young. You don't have a bad amount of equipment like your mother, so you should grab some guy. So if you can spare a lot of kids, you can give this inn to one of your kids."

"... Dad, I'm not leaving this house."

Terrier-Mass said that with a clear voice.

"One day I'm going to take my son-in-law and chop this inn up with him. Of course, my father's with me. I've never thought about any other life."

"Hmm. I didn't think you enjoyed your inn work that much."

"Until a year ago, maybe I did. Because I was afraid of outlaws back then.... but nowadays, I think it's fun to work in a hotel where you can meet a variety of people. So I want to cut it up like my father did."

Milan-Math sighed before looking back at his daughter with a serious look on her face.

"Then you should refine a lot so you can grab an affordable man. Um, why don't you let the daughter of Westwind Pavilion, who looks a lot more colorful, take it easy on you?

"Already! I'm serious!

When Terrier-Mass shouted out loud with a red face, a magnificent woman who would help the store revealed herself.

"Oh, is that a parent-child fight? It's rare in this house."

"Oh, no, it's not like that... well, thank you very much"

"Yes, you're annoying. Nice to see you again today."

The dining room is busy these days, so I started hiring people every day in the evening. After a while, another young daughter came as well.

"Are we going to clean the dining room? Then you're cleaning up!

She is a well-fattened daughter of the same age as Terrier-Mass. Both the daughter and the older woman were just trying to help with the lodging job at night, and the gall stood quite still. In the evening meal, alcohol enters, and there are outlaws in it, so it's hard for a weak-minded person to get stuck with them.

(Until a while ago, Terrier was the most awkward.)

Terrier-Mass often kept the cook with Milan-Mus, but even when he was given a job as a waiter sometimes, he was less afraid of his guests than he used to be. It is also a change that has taken place in the past year or so.

"Until the guests arrive, I'll help you. Should I set this pot on fire?

"Oh, the fire is weak because it's going to boil."

The Milan-Maths were also ready for their visitors.

Put back the fire in the dishes that we could buy from the people of the woods and get to the bottom of our dishes. Giva, Karon and Kimmus dishes, and these days the dedication had also increased to about ten varieties.

"I hear this giva meat is going to cost a hell of a lot when we try to buy it. I almost got my eyeballs popped."

That's how I freshly mentioned it as the woman helping me twirl the contents of the pot.

While thinly chopping caron's foot meat, let Milan-Math try to be "so-so".

"It is Genos' law that meat, not just giva, will be double the price if you don't buy three boxes. It's still cheaper than caron's torso meat."

"Heh. Then noblemen are eating carons of meat higher than that giva every day. I can't imagine life."

That's what I said, and the woman laughed furiously.

"But on the day I help this inn, we can eat whatever food we want. Do you mind if I have Giva's cooking again today?

"Oh, thank God you keep helping me even when I'm so busy."

There were several other people who could help, but the two people with the most faces were the ones who were here today. And the woman who came this year was also thankful for taking care of Late once.

"It's not just this inn these days, but the Inn Town itself is lively, isn't it? My husband's busy, too. He's a little busy with copper coins."

"Oh. I guess there are more people visiting Genos than before. It would be a blessing for the great sinners who were making such a foolish scene."

"Right. In those days, we all felt giddy, didn't we? There was some anxiety that the guards would be useless no matter what kind of villain came out."

Some of the disbanded nobles included a man who was the head of the guard. In addition, the deputy commander who binds the guards, the battalion commander, and others in that capacity, should have been cut off.

There are also rumors that you still decide you don't have enough errands, or that you've been working the guards back out of their sexual roots lately. Asta told me that the suspicion that there was a guard in Turan who deliberately let the outlaws escape was dispelled.

(Until now, the lord of Genos, who had decided to make a mockery, became concerned even outside the stone walls. That must have changed Genos)

It is also the effect that the great criminals of Moribe and Castle Town were cut off.

The noise also led the lords of Genos to know how much the people were averse to the nobility.

(Besides, you said that the son of the lord trying to rebuild Genos was a friend of Camua-Josh. Totally called Camus and good Asta, which is what the rest of us did a lot to spark Genos)

When Milan-Math thought of it that way, the first order came in early.

If you notice, it's dark outside the window. The time has come to earn money in the dining room.

"Um, they said it was a little sour giva dish, but I'm sure you mean 'too much', right?

"I guess. There is no other Giva dish with vinegar"

"Well, two servings of" If Too Much, "and then three servings of" If Too Much. "

"Vinegar Gibba" was a dish that we could buy from the people of the woods, and "Gibba Curry" was a dish that we used curry vegetables that we could buy from Asta to serve ourselves.

"Vinegar Giva", which initially didn't sell well, has also become a popular staple dish. Until a few months ago, Mammalia vinegar, which was only sold in Castle Town, was also used everywhere, so I guess the innkeepers also decided to know the delicacies of something called sweet and sour dishes.

"Giva Curry" and others were more intense flavors, but this one has been a lot more popular since the time it was sold. By then it had become normal to use novel ingredients already, and the flavors and aromas of 'Giva Curry', which had nothing at all similar to the others, seemed to attract people strongly.

(It feels like the Inn Town is competing for novelty these days, and this' goofy 'tastes weird)

I was just smelling that scent, and Milan-Math was about to belly out, too.

But the innkeeper mouths the meal only after the dining room job has come to a halt.

After that, orders were to come in from next to next.

Half of them are Giva dishes, and the other half are Caron and Kimmus dishes. Giva cuisine was the most expensive, but its popularity had not diminished at all.

A magnificent woman also moves to a work of service, where the cook receives only Milan-Math and Terrier-Mass. Terrier-Mass grinned as he rushed to finish the dish.

"I knew the popularity of Giva food was amazing. But now that Giva meat is being sold on the market, will this calm down a little too?

"I wonder. It will depend on how good the other inns can serve."

Milan-Math made me answer that way, remembering the appearance of the three masters I spoke to during the day.

"Well, there may be fewer guests flowing from the extra inn, but the people we're staying with will be looking for some crazy Giva food."

"Yeah. I couldn't think of another innkeeper flowing in at mealtime until a while ago, could I?"

Terrier-Mass laughs with pleasure.

"But the only four inns that can make" Bullshit "are buying his vegetables from Asta, right? If that were the case, there might still be a few other innkeepers."

"Oh, you said you wouldn't sell him any more because making his vegetables is such a hassle"

And he said he was not willing to sell any more dishes made by Asta or the daughters of the Lew family to other inns. In other words, I also think that the Astas promised the Milan-Mouth that they would continue to wholesale the ingredients of their dishes and curries, even though they also seemed to lose the significance of selling the dishes to the inns, beyond being given a formula to sell the Giva meat on the market.

"That's all we can do for you. That's all we have left."

Asta said so.

Naudis and others from The Great Tree Pavilion in the South would have caressed their sawdust breasts. Few people visit the lodgings in search of Asta's cuisine, which also made the nobles of Genos disappear.

(... I don't know what you think, we're the ones left to look after you)

That's when my younger daughter jumped into the kitchen better.

"Um, hey! Forestside people are coming to the dining room!

"What? What the hell are you doing at this hour?

"No, he says he just came as a customer. Sometimes this happens."

My daughter looked completely out of her liver.

What is surprising, however, is that Milan-Math is with us. The fact that people from the woods visit the dining room as guests has never happened before.

"If I'm free, I'm saying I want to say hello to my husband, what do you do?

"Well, I just want to keep my face worshipped too... did those guys name their names?

"I was named, but I forgot. They have a Mr., too."

Refreshingly unclear, Milan-Math looked back at Terrier-Mass.

Terrier-Mass is also tilting his little neck with a decent face.

"In the meantime, you seem okay with one person now, so go. Still, if I were someone I knew, I'd say hello later."

"Right. Well, then, I'm gonna go for a bit."

Milan-Math entrusted the 'Giva Curry', which was according to the wood plate, to the daughter of the servant, before leaving the cooking with him.

My daughter says, "It's in the back over there," and goes to the table where she took her order. Milan-Math slid between the tables filled with guests and turned to the seat behind the wall.

"Oh, I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry I called you in."

A familiar young man is waving in the back seat.

Of a table of six, two were people by the woods.

"Oh, you guys. What the hell kind of blow is it that people from the woods are coming as guests?

"No, it'll be longer if we talk. I was supposed to go out with my dad."

When I turned my eyes, this again looked familiar and took my seat with a smile on my face.

Dora is a vegetable seller who also buys out some vegetables in the Kimmus Tail Pavilion.

"Actually, the people at the house wanted to eat Giva food, so we decided to have dinner in Inn Town. This is my son and his daughter-in-law, and this is my youngest daughter."

An unrecognizable young couple and a familiar little daughter bow their heads.

"My youngest daughter is looking at you. But it's a rarity for the people of Dalaim to eat in an inn town."

"Oh. It takes a luggage truck from Dareim to Accommodation Town, and it doesn't necessarily mean there won't be a burglar at night, so I only turn my legs about Easter time."

"But unlike my dad and Tara, who go out of town every day, we don't really get to leave Dareim, so we totally miss Giva food."

Dora's son accompanied the words that way.

"But I knew the night lane was dangerous, so I gave up going out to Inn Town. Then those stories go into the ears of people by the woods..."

"So I bought an escort and got out. Really, another one was supposed to have it. I happened to finish the hunter's job early today, so I had him replaced."

The young people with yellow-brown hair are laughing more prankily.

He was a young hunter by the woods, escorting the Astas every once in a while. Next to it, my young sister, who was always helping me with street work, laughed.

"Uh, what was your name... but was it Rud-Lew?

"Oh, you're Milan-Mus, aren't you? I'm Rud-Lu, and this little one here is Limi-Lu."

Rimi-Lou is face-to-face at a rate of about once every three days. But it never seemed to happen that I had ever checked my name or anything.

"The truth is, a guy named Barsha was going to take on an escort. He's got a lot of arms, but he hasn't got his hands on a giva hunting job, so he's always free to move."

"Rimi said she wanted to go from the beginning. Because I wanted to have dinner with Tara!

Tara is Dora's youngest daughter. The two young daughters, who snuggled together perfectly, looked like sisters, even though their hair and skin colors were different.

"So if you want to leave Lew's house with Barsha, Rudd's back. I brought you with me."

"Heh. My arm stands better than Barsha's, so you're just right for the escort. My dad was worried about you."

"Eh heh," Rimi-Lou chuckles uncontrollably.

She is a daughter-in-law who is always laughing, but she seemed to have some fun today.

After smiling at those two daughters, Dora looks back at Milan-Math again.

"That's why I was able to bring my family to Accommodation Town. There's an old man in the house, and he couldn't bring them all, but he's going to bring my daughter-in-law and second son tomorrow."

"I hope I can come back tomorrow. Whether or not you finish your work early is a good idea for the forest."

The Dora family and the Lou family brothers and sisters seemed to be completely unraveling.

Watching how it goes, Milan-Math nods "I see".

"So you're sending them to Dareim when you're done eating and going straight back to the woods? That's a lot of haste."

"But it's not. Don't sleep in a spare house. It's not as much trouble as running a luggage truck."

"I really appreciate it. Don't forget to thank Donda-Lou."

Dora is smiling as well, stating so.

But Dora was also visiting a forest settlement with Terrier-Mass during Easter. Even if I'm grateful, I'm not more afraid than I need to be. It looked like a definite relationship of trust was being built with the people of the woods.

"I see what's going on. If you came out as a guest, you'd be welcome. Besides, I'm taking care of the people by the woods and you, the vegetable dealer. Let me put on a bottle of fruit liquor."

"I appreciate that. Now let me leave you with some vegetables."

That said, Dora stroked her diagrammatically thick belly.

"Well, then let me order it. Take a proper look at this number of Giva dishes."

"There are Giva dishes that we can buy from the people by the woods and that are served in our cook. Are you sure you want to put both together?

"Oh. 'Cause it was the women of the Lou family who rubbed him today, huh? Rimi's got her hands on him, so it's not funny if he's just cooking his own food."

It was Rudd-Lou who said it that way.

"Besides, I wonder how people in town deal with Giva's meat. Let me eat plenty of your dishes."

"Right. Well, that's all Asta and the others taught me how to cook."

Milan-Math shrugged one shoulder and then tried to return the blemishes.

"Well, I'll let my daughter carry the food, so let him say hello, too."

"Oh, wait a minute! Before I do, I need to ask you something."

And, Rudd-Lou comes up with himself.

"Asta, have you never been here as a guest?

"Yeah? That would be right. They look at each other like they do every day, but there can't be any reason to go out as guests."

"Oh well. It's funny how you broke out of Asta, who's in the deepest relationship with the people in town."

That being said, Rudd-Lou smiled again like a prank.

"Well, I'll ask you to cook. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of food it is."

"Oh," he answered, and now it was time for Milan-Math to return the climax.

The surrounding guests are making noise in an unusual way. I'm sure Rudd-Lou and the others caught a lot of attention when they came in, but now there was no one to stick with their fingers or anything.

Even if the people of the woods visit the lodging as guests, no one will change their complexion with it. This was also something that was unthinkable until a few months ago.

(And you're looking forward to my cooking, 'cause? The first time I looked at him, he was all that flashy)

When Asta visited Kimmus's Tail Pavilion for the second time and asked me to lend her a stall, it was that Rudd-Lou who was escorting her.

Milan-Math in those days hated the people by the woods wholeheartedly. So he made me bump into words of contempt that it was not a decent human eating, such as the meat of Gibba.

Its Milan-Math is about to cook a Giva dish and get it out to Rudd-Lou. There was no way I could have foreseen such a fate to Milan-Math a few months ago.

(It's only been a year. What the hell is going on next year?)

Milan-Math couldn't contain his mouth from loosening as he headed to his daughter's waiting cook.

I just let it suppress whatever it takes to loosen up to my eyes and something's about to flow.

The companion of Milan-Math, who returned his soul to Western God, would be watching this scene with what thoughts.

Praying for the peace of mind of its soul, Milan-Math stepped into his place of work.