Even that day, we were supposed to sell out all the dishes a little before the time was up.

And today, after this, only a little use is discouraged. Participating in it were still six people for one luggage car. The facial rash is that of me, Ai-Fa, Yun-Sudra, Malfira-Naham, Rimi-Lou, and the men of Fou.

"It's amazing how a hunter by the woods helps his inn work! What the hell kind of work are you being left to do -!

Rimi-Lou, who was walking down the street cuddling Ai-Fa's left arm, said so with an extremely enjoyable smile.

As can be seen from that statement, Joo-Lan is on his way out to help with the work of Westwind Pavilion today.

Joo-Run might one day give you a wedding with Yumi. In the wake of this, Joo-Run offered the Westwind Pavilion a work experience based on the story that Joo-Run would help with the work of the Westwind Pavilion during the rest period.

"Ho, ho, that's a really amazing story, isn't it? Lily-Lavitz told me to see what I was like."

It was for that reason that Malfira-Naham had wished to accompany him. Limi-Luu was elected for the same reason, and then the men of Yun-Sudra and Fou, the blood clan.

So - after returning the stall to Kimmus's Tail Pavilion and finally having his luggage also kept, Morn-Rutim and Dick-Dom were also to be added. When we visited the stall at noon, Dick-Dom asked about the situation from Sheila-Lou to accompany us. The reason would still be, ibid.

"If it was Kamadu's job, we would have helped an inn called Kimmus's Tail Pavilion. I can't even imagine a man by the woods helping with his job at the inn."

On the road to the West Wind Pavilion, I spoke to Dick-Dom.

Dick-Dom has a tough, tight face and nods "um".

"Besides, the man named Joo-Run is a hunter enough to be a brave man at the Six Families Harvest Festival, isn't he?

"Yes. As brave as I've been twice in three harvest festivals, I'm a fine hunter. Just a little bit of a stranger... I don't know, there's a way of thinking about things that leads to the people in town, so surprisingly, you might be able to do the innkeeper's job cleverly."

While exchanging such words, he arrived on the back street leading to the Westwind Pavilion.

It is a so-called slum, told not to step in without the hunter's escort. Its back streets were quite busy too, but there were still many people lowering their swords, and there seemed to be more guards on patrol than usual.

"At the end of the day, this neighborhood is still not considered so dangerous. We need to be very careful to go further than Westwind Pavilion."

I didn't have to explain it that way, and the hunter's face was sharpening his gaze one step at a time. Outlaws that come from the margins are the most dangerous because of the rare feelings of fear for the people by the woods.

But even in the back streets, we were never made fun of by outlaws.

It would also benefit that the guards are staring hard, and after all, the power of Dick-Dom would be out of standard. Rather, it was the end of the day when outlaws could be scattered fleeing the alley under barometric pressure from Dick-Dom.

(You'll excuse me. even though there's no way Dick-Dom would make a scene out of himself)

When I had that sentiment, I arrived at the Westwind Pavilion.

The door is open and a lively voice can be heard from inside. Me and I-Fa peeked softly, about half of the guests' seats were filled from the height of the day like this, and some customers with the appearance of unreliable people were wearing fruit liquor.

"Hmm, that's a good one. I hope it doesn't bother you to push with this number of adults..."

When I was alone like that, a little yumi appeared between the passengers' seats.

He is lowering an empty basin in one hand, laughing brightly at the drunkards in his guest seat. Those eyes were always turned on us.

"Hey, you were a lot faster! Have you finished your stall work yet?

Laughing uncontrollably, Yumi approached us.

That's how you put your face outside the door, and you circle your eyes, "Wow."

"Something, a lot of people? I heard there were six of them coming... and you, Morn-Rutim!

"Yes. It's a hiccup, Yumi"

Morn-Rutim has worked in the stalls for a long time, so of course he is a good friend of Yumi's. And Yumi was spinning quite a few edges with Gazran-Rutim.

"Wow, really hiccup! How have you been? No, you look fine to see! Glad to see you crackling!

Yumi at times like this is so innocent that this one you're looking at feels warm. Morn-Rutim laughed happily, too, looking back at Shaggy Yumi.

"Is that it? Then maybe you..."

"Yes, Dom, this is Dick-Dom, the head of the main house."

"Heh! This is a better man than I imagined! I'm Yumi from Westwind Pavilion! Nice to meet you, Dick-Dom!

Dick-Dom nodded, "Uhm," as he remained a tough, tight face.

It was a pretty upsetting humi when I greeted Donda-Lu for the first time, etc., but I guess I've been invited to the woodland area every now and again since then, and I'm totally immune. There was no way to be frightened by Dick-Dom's power, and Yumi was spilling more white teeth.

"It's a little crowded today, isn't it? I'm sorry, can you turn around from behind?

"Yeah, sure. It's this way that I pushed myself."

"When I say that, it's me and Joo-Run who are behind the commotion. He's a little too quick to remember the Inn job."

and now it is a poor cheek-dyed yumi.

When Yumi hid the lower half of his face in the basin he had in his hand, he pointed in the left direction.

"If we go all the way around the building from here, we can get out the back. Well, good to see you."

Yumi pulled in, so we decided to go for the back entrance of the building as instructed.

That's how you knock on the door you discover, and you get a reassuring voice saying, "Yes."

Eventually, when the door opened, it was Yumi's mother Sil's smile that emerged from it.

"I've been waiting for you, everyone by the woods. I just wanted to say that inside... but inviting everyone is a little cramped."

"Oh, we're cool here,"

"Wow, I'd like to talk to you, too."

That meant that people other than Morn-Rutim and Dick-Dom, and Malfira-Naham, were to be disturbed.

Beyond the door is the cook, and the white hot air is about to rise. In the hot air was the figure of Samus and Joo-Run, the shopkeepers.

"Oh, my God, there's been another spectator gathering."

With a bumpy face, Sams discards it. He is the strong husband of an ancient wound to his neck and arms, who used to make rough business.

"Also," I guess the Birdu-Faws also visited the Westwind Pavilion early in the day. It was the people in Fou's bloodline position that this should not have been overlooked.

"Good luck, everyone. You've successfully completed your work at the stall."

Next, Joo-Run greets me with a smile.

What is in its hands is a wooden ladle, slowly stirring the contents of the iron pan. Seeing that appearance, Ai-Fa opened her eyes slightly.

"Are you... helping Kamado with his work?

"Yes, because my salary job is over before Jomtien."

Jou-Ran was slight, but I'm sure that's a remarkable story. In Moribe, it's impossible for a man over the age of thirteen to help Kamado with his work - with the exception of me.

Yet Joo-Run had taken off his hunter's clothes and knife and put a hook on top of his regular outfit. Its appearance is quite rare because there is no such thing as putting a hook on the woodside.

Joo-Run, however, has a gentle face for the hunters by the woods and a soft waist. In that sense, it wasn't that uncommon to have a hook on it.

"My husband has been pushing all the hard work since morning, hey. And now that Joo-Run has cleared it up, we're finally going to put it in the kitchen."

When Sil said with a laugh, Sams turned to him, "Uh-huh."

When Yumi and Joo-Run's wedding was discussed before, Samus was at the extreme of anger, and Sil was smiling sawdust - both of today, as usual, was a blur.

"Sa, it's time for you to get through the fire in good shape. Add the miso at the end and simmer again."

"Yes. How much miso?

"You're about to have three cups with that big wooden spoon there.... Oh, no, no. If you make a pile like that, it'll taste like hell. Here's what you need to do when you're stuck on top."

"Really? But then wouldn't two piles be about the same amount?

"You can't do as much as that. I'm deciding exactly how much water I want, so I have to make sure that the amount of miso is exactly the same.... Hey, Asta?

"Yes, you're right."

Or that was the way I handled the miso, which I guided the people of Inn Town.

The dull taken miso dissolves in the broth transferred to the wood dish and returns it to the iron pan. The practice of dissolving miso on the ladle with a wooden skewer or something was also taught, but the former is better for beginners because untreated humans may spill a mass of miso into the pan.

"All you have to do is let it boil and it's done. Nothing was hard, was it?

"Yes, I think cutting the ingredients first was the hardest part"

"Hey, you did great for the first time. Until Asta told me all about it, we weren't proud of ourselves."

Saying it that way, Sil offered me some dull broth in a wooden dish.

"If you like, give me a taste. I don't think that's a bad idea."

"Yes, I'll take it"

When I rinsed the wooden dish, the taste spread to my mouth without excess. Apparently this is' giva juice 'made from giva meat. The powerful stock of Giva meat supports the flavour well.

"It's delicious. The taste of 'giva juice' eaten by the woods is not so bad."

"Wow, can I give you a taste, too?

Upon Yun-Sudra's request, Sil shrugged the broth into a new wooden dish.

Yun-Sudra, who rubbed it, smiles a little complicated.

"It's delicious. If Sil handled it, maybe it's natural... did Joo-Lan make this up?

"Yes. I made it all exactly as Sil taught me. One more time, I'm sure you won't be able to make the same one by yourself"

"I guess that's true...... but I think it's amazing how delicious the first dish I made is"

"Hey, that's Sil's power.... but I'm glad you said it that way. Was Asta and Yun-Sudra always comfortable like this?"

That being said, Joo-Run smiled uncontrollably.

"I think I understand a little bit of Kamado's joy and pride. It's such a pleasure to have you say what you've made is delicious."

"Yeah. That's why Kamadoku by the woods and the innkeepers are going to do their best to spare no effort."

"That's a great thing. Once in a while, too, why don't you let Asta cook for you?

"........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................." The lips tend to suppress it.

At that time, Yumi rushed in and out of the entrance connected to the passenger seat.

"What? You've been making gibberish since noon? The customers made a scene about what they smelled like!

"Well, that's what it was all about. Did you get your order?

"Yeah, just one drink for now. We have a lot of new customers today, so I wonder if most people don't know about Miso."

"Then take it with you. If we could please that customer, the other customers would be willing to send out copper coins."

"Yes, sir," Yumi responded, moving on to Joo-Run.

After grinning and smiling over there, Joo-Run turned back to Sil.

"Before I do, I'd also like to ask Yumi to taste it, would you mind?

"Yeah?... right. Take a taste of Joo-Run's cooking."

"What? If your mother taught you so well, you wouldn't have failed."

To Yumi blushing her cheeks, Joo-Run offered her a wooden dish.

Yumi, who mouthed it, nodded small, "Yeah," he said.

"What do you think? Would it have been delicious?

"So, say it's delicious! Get ready for the customers!

Joo-Lan grinned happily, shrugging 'giva juice' on his new wooden plate.

Put it in a basin, and Yumi walks away to escape. Seeing that look, Yun-Sudra compared the faces of me and Fou's men.

"So it's time for us to excuse ourselves"

"Right. I'm sorry I stayed too long."

We thanked Sil and Sams and decided to quit.

When the back door is closed, Malfira-Naham will raise his voice.

"Hey, you looked kind of very, very natural. At first, I got used to it."

"Yeah. I'm sure this is due to Joo-Run's adaptability."

"Joo-hoo, if it's Joo-hoo, Joo-hoo, you can work in the street, but you'll soon do your job better than me."

"Maybe that's too much to say, but maybe if it was Joo-Run, it could be."

Laughing and glancing, I took an unexpectedly serious look there and got to breathe.

Dick-Dom was staring into the closed door. Watching that figure, Morn-Rutim was a bit of a worrying face.

(Right. Joo-Run is more than Dick-Dom, he's more than just an act out of a woodland lesson, isn't he? I can't believe we're welcoming people from town as partners and working in town ourselves... that should be big enough to be comparable to me or Schmiral-Lilyn)

Yet Joo-Run is the type of person who appears to be floating through such an act. Perhaps that would just not be put to the surface, and it would be a deeply troubled final decision on the inside - Jou-Ran, who would not strip away his struggling heart, was skillful at covering up those moods as well.

In the meantime, the inspection of the Westwind Pavilion has been completed, so we proceed with our steps towards the main street. Meanwhile, Dick-Dom had always had a serious eye, so I couldn't help but speak up.

"Um... how was Joo-Run? I don't think there are many men of that kind in the northern settlements."

"Um. Sure, maybe so.... I guess that Joo-Run has the tough heart he deserves"

(tough heart) and I was meant to repeat myself in my heart.

If that's understandable, how could Dick-Dom have such a strained face?

Maybe - Dick-Dom was impressed with Joo-Run for his flexibility and adaptability? So, were you looking at your current situation that you could hardly step into your wedding with Morn-Rutim?

(But Joo-Run is the family of the branch, and Dick-Dom is the head of the main house. Different sizes of what you're carrying, so you won't have to feel a draw on Joo-Run)

Having thought of it that way, I ran my mouth like this, looking up at Dick-Dom's giant.

"But Dick-Dom is also a fine hunter. I don't think anyone with a heart as tough as Dick-Dom does, even by the woods."

As a result, Dick-Dom frowned like he was in pain.

"I don't even know what to say when suddenly I get complimented like that."

"Oh, excuse me. Don't worry, it's my own feeling."

Apparently, I've become more emotional than necessary. Surely this would be too abrupt and Dick-Dom would have trouble responding as well.

However, Morn-Rutim, walking in Dick-Dom's place, was smiling at me.

Is it still one of mine that makes that eye feel like it says "thank you"?

(Well, no. Whatever, I wonder if looking around at different places like this will also have a good impact on Dick-Dom)

In that way, I decided to put my feelings together.

After you go out onto the main street, draw the crowd and continue south. Eventually, when I hit the end of the outdoor area, I discovered a luggage car that looked familiar there.

It is the cargo of Rico and the others, with a crow of bones painted. He was showing off some kind of play when he called earlier on the street, but he's on break now. I could see Rico and Belton sitting on their hips in line at the rear of the carrier.

"Hey. Are you already in the store today?

"Ah, ladies and gentlemen! We're going to show you a few more plays today, and then we're headed to the settlement of Lou."

Rico is smiling and Belton is pointing that way. And instead of the luggage truck, Van Deiro was faceless.

Rico and the others once put their feet up to the northern settlement, so they are also friends that I saw with Dick-Dom and Morn-Rutim. Rico and Morn-Rutim were exchanging greetings, smiling furiously until the minute of their unfathomable counterparts.

"So Rico and the others are going to reveal the night again by the woods, aren't they? I think if you came all the way to the northern settlement, we'd all be happy... is that just, like, a hassle?

"No. If I could, I would have liked to have toured the homes of all my clans. Will the settlers of the North also allow us to visit?

"Of course!... Ah, it was a mistake for me to say this on my own. What do you think of Dick-Dom?

When the water was pointed at Morn-Rutim, Dick-Dom nodded heavily "um".

"Even in the northern settlements, there were many people who rejoiced in the puppet play. Graf-Zaza, the head of Zaza and chief, will not refuse your stay."

"Thank you. I hope to disturb you soon."

Rico, not frightened by Donda-Lou, was not frightened by Dick-Dom either.

After all, Dick-Dom seems to care about the silent Van Deiro. Is Van-Deiro still going to be aware of it even if he doesn't like it, because as a person in town he has non-standard powers?

At that time - from the northern direction, there were signs of hustle and noise.

"What's all the fuss?," moves Dick-Dom to a position sheltering Morn-Rutim.

"Ah," said Rico, standing up on the carrier and gazing in the direction of the hustle and noise.

But earlier than Rico uttered the next word, I heard that voice.

"Come on, it's" A Seat of Gamrays "wow! Have you been well, Genos?

Nice economy, on the front porch of a traveler.

A glossy daughter's voice that sounded like she had eaten someone, even though she was still young.

We decided to face each other silently and then lean over the street.

The whistles and drums are also sounding.

The streets are filled with people, so we haven't seen the full story yet. I just saw a big luggage roof over people's heads, and - there, I saw a girl standing around in a bright outfit.

It is a feather-woven outfit with a bright pearlescent color on the eyes.

Three braided brunettes dripping down to their knees.

My skin is white so that I pair it with its dark hair. The pearl outfit is short in length, so the white legs are almost peeled out so that they do not fall off.

As the luggage car slowly advanced, I could also see the long black eyes and the red lips like blood.

He is Pinot, a light contractor in "A Seat of Gamleys".

Pinot was raising his voice to sing as he scattered the red flowers he grabbed from the grass cage all around him.

"I'll take care of you again this year! Let's all have fun celebrating the resurrection of the Sun God!

People are cheering.

"A Seat of Gamleys", which came at this time last year and last year, is not so much an Easter festival poem in Genos.

To keep that forward from wandering, as the commuters pulled themselves back, they also revealed Shantu, the old man holding the reins in the leading luggage car.

Connected to that outline are giant rock lizards, not tototos.

There was also Doga, a big man poking at heaven.

There was also Zan, the little man who hid his face in a mask.

There was also Nachara, a luscious beauty weaving exotic thin matter.

Walk like a robot wrapped in wooden armor, some lolo.

"Gamray's Seat" has finally arrived in Genos.

For the second time in person, I knew I was as comfortable as I was daydreaming. That's how vibrant and fantastic they were.

A flashy painted luggage car walks past us.

Pinot was in formation was the roof of the second luggage truck.

And - on the verge of passing too far in front of me, I felt Pinot's eyes glimpse this one.

Red flowers thrown from that hand shake over my head as if I had set my aim.

Last year, Ey-Fa, who jeopardized it, was to be exposed from the side.

but this year I was able to grab it with my own hands.

On the roof of the luggage car, Pinot smiles with his lips lifted to go.

The long cut eyes, twisted by black eyelashes, stared at me clearly with a flush.

"Thanks again this year, nice to meet you!

The look of the pinots slowly drifts away.

I grabbed the red flower and decided to respond "This is the one" in my heart.