It was going to be a while before Ars returned to his job of security.
　The stalls in front of the main school building are mainly food-related, served by the students. But they are not limited to the front of the main building; there are similar stalls on the road to the auditorium building next door.
　These stalls are actually made by local professionals. The price is higher, but the fact that the price is higher at a school festival is a result of comparison.
　Therefore, one of the most popular dishes is takoyaki, followed by a simple dish of sliced vegetables and meat wrapped in thinly baked dough. The meat used in these dishes varies from one to the next.
　In that sense, there are many kebabs.

　For dessert, they serve bite-sized cake sets.
　The portable pudding is also very popular. This one was competing against the student's extensive variations with a professional's supreme product.
　Doughnuts with plenty of cream and fruit are also targeted at women.
　Ice cream and other similar products are very popular even at this time of year. The reason for this is that the temperature is only a few degrees higher during the school festival season.
　It's going to be winter and it's going to be warm like spring, so you can't help but lose your sense of the season.

　That's why the first-year students don't seem to get many customers for hot soup and stewed vegetable dishes.

Shall we go then?

　A delighted Felinella doesn't wait for Ars's response and pulls her hand back.

''We don't have much time to spare, so let's have something to eat first to nourish our wisdom.
..........

　It's not possible to even allow a live reply to the situation, Ars responded with a bitter smile of resignation.
　I've received a declaration of war from Felinella that she will approach me before. If it is part of that, then as the words say, we should use our fortresses to counterattack them.

　What a slightly exaggerated thing to think about. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do with it.
　This must be some kind of invitation.

　Although she is being held back, I can tell from her slightly damp hands that Felinella is not that aggressive.


　On the surface, she poses as a neat and tidy woman, but inwardly she's embarrassed by the buzzing of her heart. But that was probably a minor detail.
　Everything had been blown away when he found the first case.

'Excuse me, can I have two, please?'

　With a big smile on my face, I ordered from a buckwheat noodle shop run by a first year student.
　It is secretly popular because the son of a buckwheat noodle shop runs this shop. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

''Se, senpai!　Senior Socalento!　Huh, huh, two, right?

　Should I say bad luck?
　The owner of the store is a male student.

　His direct gaze drops downward and stops at one of the woman's characteristic points. Then she shakes her head right side with a loud "Excuse me," as if her head is about to squirm when she flushes to her ears.

　Felinella looks apologetic for such a travesty.

''I'm sorry. I don't have much time...''

　With a word of caution, the boys hurriedly start frying the noodles to be cooked on the grill.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with your friends and family.
　He turns to Ars with a smile.

'This place is very popular in the surveys, so I'm sure it's delicious.
Heh.

　That's because it's a conventional menu.
　But since there are several similar stalls, one might expect them to be very popular.
　This is not Ars's opinion. From his point of view, as long as he can get a certain amount of nutrition and relieve his hunger, it doesn't matter whether the food is good or bad.
　It's just that my taste buds seem to have become more discerning lately, perhaps because of the fact that I've been hitting my tongue with Loki's homemade food.

　What can I say, this is the difference between this situation just because of the arrival of Felinella, as if the country's heavyweight had arrived.
　It's true that the whispering voices around them are making it chaotic.

　This restaurant may be getting even more customers. And even as I think about this, a headache stings in my back that I can't miss.

'You're a freshman, I believe. You were in a competition.
Why are you with your seniors?

　It would be only a matter of time before it became a scandal in the academy.

　Then a male student who was holding two containers and was about to serve soba noodles said a word, "Oh, that senior.

You know," he said. Could it be that the other one is your...?
Yes, of course.

　A smile reminiscent of the springtime sunshine.
　No, indeed, spring had come to this place - with a sinister shadow blotting out.



　I served one up beautifully. It's an accomplishment that makes you think that they put all their energy into it.
　However, when serving the other one, Felinella's gaze turned to Ars for a real moment.

　He bumped it into a mess and shook the spices for his anger and resentment.
　It's the consensus of all of us, regardless of the men and women in this place, to keep quiet about it.
　I averted my gaze to avoid looking at the disastrous situation going on behind Felinella's back, and I guess I'll have to accept Ars indulgently, I guess.

　Felinella holds out her license card to the payment machine.
　The boys bowed deeply with a truly apologetic look on their faces, "Thank you very much".
　The face that was lifted up is glaring at Ars as if looking at him with an avenging look.

　This kind of thing is an everyday occurrence for Ars.
　It's not a bad word, but since he has three beautiful first-year girls as his samurai on a daily basis, he has resigned himself to the fact that it's inevitable now. It's not in my nature to care about it.

　But when it comes to the matter of Felinella, it must be said that it is even more so. That's how well-liked he is, though.

''Gyaaaaah!

　There are even believers in the distance who make these strange noises like this blood spitting out of their mouths.

'What is it?'

　Ars looks back at Felinella, who looks back at the direction of the voice so.

'You shouldn't worry about it.'
Oh, I see. So, where would you like to eat?

　That said, he could wave his gaze, but he wouldn't find anything in a situation where he was surrounded by students.
　A chorus of terrific teeth chattering mixed with jealousy.

''Oh!''

　Felinella realizes after all this time, and her cheeks almost twitch in a matter-of-fact way.

'At this time of the day, there must be a lot of people in the auditorium and on the side.
'It can't be helped. It's a little crude, but in this case it's inevitable, isn't it? I can't help it, you know.

　Ferinella's eyes seemed to be swimming as she rambled on about funny things.
　Then he moved to the place she indicated.

　It would be exactly behind the stall.
　
　However, it's doubtful that he really believes that.

　Needless to say, he scattered a bunch of onlookers to get here.
　In that case, it was force majeure that Ars decided to give chase by backing off from Ferrinella. It was probably just a coincidence that he found this place.
　This is the place where Felinella, who had pulled the hand of the leading Ars in reverse, led him.

　The reason the grass is lush even in this season is because it is artificially created and stays this way all year round. It doesn't grow, it only absorbs oxygen and nutrients from the ground to replenish itself.

　Felinella takes a handkerchief from her pocket and lays it down.

'Here you go, Mr. Ars.

　Even if we ignore the question of why you look so happy, for now.

'If I sit down, there's no room for Felli. I don't care if I'm on the ground, so Felli can use it.
'Not so fast. I am not convinced that I would let Mr. Ars sit alone.

　Ars to Felinella, who refuses to lose her composure and is adamant.

(That's the kind of guy he was.)

　But that doesn't make me feel any less appreciated. Surely what Ars felt was two words of virtue.

'Well then, why don't we both use them?

　Ferinella, who is looking down and suggesting, nodded to Ars, saying it's a parallel line, and looked at the area of the handkerchief.

(Aren't you two too small for this?)

　It would be wild to say this impression.
　I don't know what happens, Ars sits down first.

　Felinella then pleases the space that is more than half open.
　She sits down, wrapping her skirt neatly around her - both legs flowing to the side.

　Their shoulders aren't even close enough to collide with each other.
　The distance is such that the other half of us are completely attached to each other. It's hard to eat.

　I'm not in the mood to touch the food I've bought. You can even hear your heartbeat.

Then I'll take it, thank you.

　Arth stops his hand from awkwardly opening it for a moment.

'Ha, yes!　Please enjoy your meal.

　Ferinella urges him to go ahead, though.
　Ars looks at the bright red noodle in distress. I instinctively knew that this was a scene where I would be questioned as a man, and I opened the package with an intention.
　The miasma of the miasma that seems to be choking me makes me smile desperately.
　The hand holding the chopsticks must have been trembling mindlessly.

　Felinella is probably waiting for Ars's feedback. He didn't try to eat at all.
　Then he wouldn't be left with a choice.
　I'm not averse to spicy food, but everything has a limit. In the first place, there is no need to use spices in this dish. It's strange that there are spices in that place. It is strange that the spices were there in the first place.

　Of course, there was no need to overflow the soup, but the spices on the noodles were still clinging to the noodles.

　And a bite.

'...........!

　Of course, the word that follows can't possibly be "delicious".
　The pungent taste that ramped up energetically in my mouth made me lose the words.

　To Ars, who finally swallowed it down.

'What do you think?' asks Felinella with anticipation.

''Oh, it's terrific, just because I looked into it...''

　Strenuous or not, Ars has no choice in the word bad taste. Or rather, I don't know what it tastes like.
　And the fortress that had been open was smashed in another way.

'It was good. I've never had this kind of food before, so I was really looking forward to it.

　Then Felinella begins to eat.
　She brings it close to her soft lips and cuts it with her teeth in moderation without sipping.
　Then she puts down her chopsticks, covers her mouth with her hand and says, "Really!　It's so delicious," he said, his cheeks stained with some relief.

　And then the battle of Ars became even more intense.
　This is because the obligation of finishing the meal had arisen. It's obvious that he has no choice but to swallow it now.



　It is true that in the sense of filling your stomach, as long as it is food, it has fulfilled its role.
　However, we can't hide our exhaustion at the thought of such a battle, a hardship that still recedes today.

　Although I managed to finish the meal, I frankly hope I never have to go through that again.

　It's not long before Ferrinella packs up the empty container next to her, and she thinks she can finally get back to it.

''I bought these things too,''

　and an empty container in his hand with another object on it.
　Ars knew from the knowledge that this was also a major food and mainly preferred as a dessert.
　Small pieces of bite-sized fruit cut into small pieces and dipped in syrup or cream prepared separately, or chocolate kept at room temperature. It's a simplified version of a dish called fondue.

　A toothpick.
　Ferinella noticed it deliberately.

Oh, there's only one.

　The words were uttered as if they were one-worded, and Ars let out an unnoticed sigh of wonderment.
　This would be the real deal.
　The experience that Ars could prepare for as a wand to avoid falling was scarce.

　It wasn't that he didn't particularly dislike sweets, but it was hard to determine if he had taken that into account.
　In any case, there was no escape for Ars in any case.

'Come in.'

　Although he showed resistance to using one hand as a receptacle as a manner, he apparently overcame it.

'No, if there's only one, don't be afraid of me, Felli can eat it for you... but...'

　A smile that won't be broken by a horse-eared east wind.
　And the fruit slowly approaching.

　There would be nothing more barren than to be stubborn here. Ars opened his mouth to wait.

　It would be surprisingly delicious, and he couldn't do it.
　Felinella, on the other hand, was lingering in ecstasy.

''Feri, it's time to........''

　I've got time to spare, but I'm interrupted mid-sentence by the words I'm about to say to get out of here.

'I beg your pardon. One more thing.

　Then he says that, and this time he puts a lot of chocolate on it.
　A smile that hurries the situation as if to say, "Hurry up and open your mouth," as if it were about to drip at any moment. The expression on his face at this time had an innocence to say it was fascinating.
　Hence the hesitation to interrupt the words of refusal.

　As expected, the chocolate that arrived at Ars's mouth.
　It's not clear if it was really aimed at. However, it is true that at this time, Felinella's expression clearly changed.

''You've gotten it on your mouth, haven't you?

　Ars looked back at Felinella with a slightly cold eye as she said happily. Unfortunately, the sight that everyone envied seemed to be impossible for Ars, who grew up in the military, to follow.
　Still, inwardly.

(Sounds like fun.)

　What a thought.
　Even Ars, as you'd expect, knows this kind of cliché scene, or rather, I only heard about it when I was told about the love story by people.

　Anticipate it.
　I try to wipe it off with my hand - but it grabs my arm firmly.
　And the arm that is forcibly lowered. In the meantime, Felinella's expression does not move slightly.

''You're surprisingly sloppy in some ways.

　He chuckles hilariously. It resumes as if nothing had happened.

'It can't be helped,'

　Ars decided to leave it up to him with a resigned, "Wow, sorry," as he anticipated what was to follow.
　And then I can hear Felinella's ragged breathing as she approaches with her hand. Thus, when I look again at her up close, she has a fine, neat face with fine skin. At times she looks mature and at other times she looks childlike.
　She is as beautiful as ever, I thought again. At the same time, I think it's strange that such a daughter was born from the viziest.
　I can't say this in front of her, but she must have looked like her mother.
　Unfortunately, there is not a single percent resemblance to the Viziest in terms of appearance. However, the careful strategy and occasional boldness that he displays in battle must be in his father's blood.

''Yes, I got it.''

　On cue, Ars remembered that he hadn't been expecting it.
　He held another handkerchief in Felinella's hand. He would have wiped it off with it.
　But everyone would have felt that something was different.
　Ars himself didn't seem to mind so much. Nor would it. This is normal.


　Whether this is because the act of Felinella directly wiping it with her finger and bringing it to her mouth was too high a hurdle, or whether she lacked the knowledge of the standard of what is commonly referred to as a lover's exchange, or whether it was beyond the acceptable etiquette of a nobleman is anyone's guess.

　In either case, it's highly doubtful that he or she would have noticed them.

　But as it turns out, Ars's cry of "You had another handkerchief?" disappears into the void. Or rather, since he didn't even say it aloud, it doesn't disappear or anything.