"Oh, wait for thirty skewers of Gamerion! Thank you, Ray, Seto!"

　The owner of the stall says thank you to Ray and Seto with a happy smile.
　Ray hears these words while storing most of the skewers in a mistling.
　Next to Ray, who left one for Seto and the other for himself, Seto turns to Ray with round eyes and hopes of feeding him quickly.
　In a cloudless, wintry weather, Ray began walking down the main street, handing Seto a skewer.

"Come again!"

　Listening to the happy owner of the stall from behind.
　Ray, who buys as many as 30 skewers at once, is a good customer for street stall owners.
　With the sales skyrocketing, it was only natural that the shopkeeper should be in a good mood.

"By the way... I've been spending quite a relaxed time lately."
"Grull".

　Ray mutters as he walks down the main street eating skewers.
　Ray has been involved in a lot of trouble since he came to Elgin, though in a way he could be blamed for not doing much to hide his power.
　That's what an ordinary adventurer has had a series of troubles about whether or not to experience it once in a lifetime.
　But this winter is unusual... it's really rare, and I haven't got into any trouble.

(I regained Vihela's consciousness and fought against the Silver Lion in the dungeon... before it snowed, it was autumn.)

　Will Ray come up with a party where he ate silver lion meat for the reason for the uproar in winter?
　It hasn't been a month since the snow barbecue party ended, but it still seems a long time ago.
　...it was a good, bad memory for Ray that he was not satisfied with the meal for a few days because he ate the meat to his heart's content.

"Oh, it's Seto! Let's play together!"

　Walking down the main street, a little child finds Seto and screams so.
　At the same time, other children who were playing with the child naturally say they want to play with Sett and gather around Ray and Sett.

"Glu?"

　Ray nods to Seto, who leaned his head to ask if it's OK.
　I'm not walking down the main street today on any particular business.
　Having taken a walk like this to fill the void, it was no problem for Seto to take time to play with the child.

"Slurrurling.

　With Ray's permission, Seto begins to travel with the children, singing happily.
　The end of the road is a square.
　A few years ago, there was a shop built here, but it was a shop of a man who left the shop because his parents collapsed.
　After that, many things happened, and the shop was eventually demolished, and now it is a little more vacant.
　Snow was now piled up, and there were masses of snow at the edge of the square.

(I'm facing the main street, and I think I can do anything as soon as someone buys this land and opens a shop.)

　When I see children playing in the snow right away, I think so I think.
　But I still think there's a reason why there's no new store.

"Let's play together, Raynie!"

　One of the children playing with Seto looks at Ray and screams so.
　Ray is feared by adventurers, but it doesn't matter to children.
　It may have something to do with Ray's appearance, however, being a small man with a slender female face, rather than the muscular big man that adventurers tend to have.
　Anyway, Ray, who had nothing particular to do, occasionally plays with the children.
　...it may be that Seto appealed with round eyes to play with him.

"And what do you do to play?"
"Well, well... what are you playing with?"

　A child who approaches Ray to play with asks him why he wants to play with him.

"No, I suppose you invited him." . . . . . . . ."

　There are four children in all.
　All of them looked forward to Ray's play.
　But when asked what he would do to play, Ray also suffers.
　If it were a hill here, we could have skied, sledged, or snowboarded.

(Come to think of it, I skied at school when I was in elementary school.)

　Ray suddenly remembers his elementary school days from skiing.
　Ray's elementary school was very close to the school.
　The slope, which was nearly 100 meters long, used to ski in school classes in winter.
　And when I have classes, naturally I have to wear skis when I go to school...

(Oh, I miss it. ...but you can't do that here.)

　Ray was nostalgic, but as long as there was not a slope where he could ski and sled, he couldn't do that here.
　It's nothing like skiing, though.
　But an idea passes through Ray's mind because of the association of skiing, slopes...
　It was made many times when Ray was in Japan.
　That's the number I've made since I was little.

"Do you know Kamakura?"
"Kamakura? I don't know,"
"What's that?"

　No one knew what Ray said, of course.

"Well, then... I see. First of all, gather snow in the center of this square. That's a mountain."

　Fortunately, it was snowing in its own way last night, although it was clear now.
　There was a certain amount of snow in the square, and on the main street of Gilm, each of the clerks brought the snow in front of his shop to this square.

(I see, it serves as a snow dump.)

　Ray opens his mouth when he sees a man who's just packed a cart full of snow and is about to throw it away.

"Wait a minute, will you?"
"Huh? What's wrong?"

　The man in his forties responds with a little surprise at Ray's talk.
　You never thought you'd be able to talk to celebrity Ray.

"It's that snow, but if you're going to throw it away, I'd like you to bring it over here."
"Well, I don't mind that, but what do you do?"
"I wanted to play with the kids".

　At Ray's words, the man pulls his cart from the entrance to the square to the center where the Reys are.
　The sound of wheels stamping on the snow was echoing around me, telling me that the cart had more than a certain amount of snow on it.
　And when he comes to the center of the square, he asks if it's okay here, and when he sees Ray nods, he slants the cart and drops the snow there.
　I don't know what was funny about the act, but the children were running around cheering at the sight.

"Is this all right?"
"Oh, thank you,"
"No, no, it's nothing to be thankful for."

　I guess it's true for a man.
　It was just a little further away from the snow, and all it took was the effort to carry the cart to the center of the square.
　It wasn't a long journey, it was only a matter of transportation to a place that took less than a minute, so it was only natural to answer so casually.
　After seeing the man off, Ray again opens his mouth to the children around him.

"Very well, sir," If you bring snow here like this, this is how you turn it into a mountain. But make sure you don't collapse at once.""Yes! All right!"

　When one child says so, everyone is scattered all over the place.
　and, holding the snow in his arms, he brought it under the ray and added it to the first pile of snow.
　Of course Ray and Sett didn't watch it in silence either.
　I'm busy bringing in some snow and adding it to the snowberg.
　The snow Ray and Sett bring is naturally distant.
　That's because I understand that carrying snow can be quite exhausting for children.
　...I guess I've had a lot of experience shoveling snow when I was in Japan.
　It was just an act of carrying snow, but children were still happy to carry it.
　This alone is probably a good enough game for children.
　If you do that, you will naturally see people walking down the main street and some children will join you.
　Others, besides children, are stopping and watching with interest, as if Ray were doing something.
　After about twenty minutes, the collected snow was nearly one meter high.

(Well, it's a little small, but I think I and Seto are in it, you know.) I don't think it's a problem if it's a child.)

　We could have made it bigger if we had planned to collect a little more, but considering the children's physical strength, we believe that this is enough.

"Well, then, I'll keep it a little closer together, just in case. But don't make it too strong to break the snowberg."
"All right!"

　One of the children hit the snowberg with all his might... the next moment his wrists are buried in the snowberg.

"...this is a bad specimen, and you have to be careful."
"Yes!"

　The children reply at once, clapping their gloved hands against the snowbergs and hardening them.
　In part because of the growing number of children, Ray and Sett were just looking at it from the outside.
　Then, when they see the mountain hardened in its own way, they take the scoop out of the mistling.
　As long as there is civil engineering work in Elgin, naturally there is a scoop.
　Ray had heard somewhere before that some civil engineering professionals had misrils scoops.
　Of course Ray has a regular scoop.

(Should I use it to solidify the snowbergs? ...but there aren't many scoops.)

　Immediately dismissing an idea from within him, Ray once again pushes the scoop into the snowberg.
　It's probably because it's solidified. Instead of the light touch peculiar to fresh snow, a heavy, crisp touch returned to my hands.
　Just dig on quickly, and then open your mouth when two children are ready to enter.

"You can go in here and shave it with your hands."
"Well, can you lend me Raynie's scoop?"
"...you can't physically do a lot of things, can you know. Oh, if you have a shovel, maybe you can bring it. I don't mind shaving it by hand. Think for yourself about it. and when you are all in it, the kamakura is finished."
"Kamakura?"

　It was a girl about five years old who asked me with a tilt of her head.

"Oh, to put it simply, it's a house made of snow. It's also called a snow house. There are festivals where you can spend the night here in cold weather."
"Oh, that's a lie! Because it's snow, snow!"
"Yes, it's definitely cold!"

　Some children complained like that...

"What? Are you kidding? It's warm!"

　The first child to enter the kamakura screams in surprise, perhaps out of curiosity.
　When the other children hear it, they look incredulous... but one of them goes into the kamakura, saying, "If my friend says so."

"Wow, really! What? Why!"
"It's because the cold wind outside is blocked." And when it's cold, in the oven..."

　After thinking that far, Ray pauses.
　The reason was that the seven wheels were not in the mistling, and that the fire was too hot to melt the snow.

"Raynie, what's the matter?"
"No, it's nothing. The inside of the kamakura is much warmer than outside because it doesn't let the wind through. If you find out, dig a hole. But don't dig too many holes by mistake."
"All right! I'll dig first!"
"Wait a minute, let me do it!"
"I'll do it, too!"
"Me too!"

　The children are making a fuss, hollowing out through the snowbergs.
　It was just a job of digging the snow, but it would still be fun enough. The children's cheers were echoing around.
　And after a while... there was a fine kamakura there.

"Wow, it's really warm!"

　Hearing the voice coming from inside, Ray pulls some oak skewers out of the mistling.

"Here, eat this,"
"What? Oh, skewers!"
"It's a little tricky! Skewers for me and for me!"

　While making a fuss, the children receive skewers and eat them deliciously.

(Originally, it seems like a pillow with a rice cake on a seven wheel.)

　Thinking like that, Ray nodded satisfactorily to the kamakura he had seen for the first time in a long time.