It's been a week since the Harvest Festival ended.

　The village of Koliat, which had been so noisy, has returned to its original calm.

The next day, the last day, there were a number of people with headaches, lethargy, bother, and for some reason, some were so drained of life that they couldn't move, but for the most part, they were happy to be cogs in the village today, thanks to their wives' loving whips.

　Since then, Thor and I and other children under the age of twelve have been sent home to be turned away by the adults.

　Well, I went home with my sister Elinora, thinking that there is something early in life for children.

　Incidentally, brother Silvio didn't come out of his room once he returned to the mansion that day. I wonder what happened?　He has an idea, but he is afraid to think about it.

　When I returned to the house, Bartolo told me that unmarried women and women who will soon come of age dance at night, dressed in risqué costumes to appeal to men.

A man, admiring their dancing, asks them to dance. This is not a confession of love, but many couples are formed on this day.

　No wonder there was so much pink in the air the next day.

　The next day when I showed up at the village, there were already some sweet couples there.

　They'll be hugging and kissing in public. I want them to do that at home at night.

　What's the point of "Takkun handsome"? I don't like the idea of you guys looking at each other and pecking each other on the cheek.

　Celia's husband, the captain of the vigilante group, who was watching the scene with envy, was pinched on the cheek and taken to the dining room.

　It made me realize that couples love each other in different ways.

　And so it is peaceful in the village of Koliat today. The harvest festival is over and the air is getting colder by the day, as if to herald the arrival of winter.

　On a day like this, I should just stay in my room and read a book.

The room is warmed by a fireball created by fire magic. If you want to warm up your room quickly, you can create more fireballs. I've practiced this magic a lot in preparation for winter, so I can control it as I please.

　The only thing left to do is to keep it afloat so it doesn't catch fire on other things.

　It's fun to watch a fire that never takes on the same shape for a while.

　I know exactly how my grandpa felt when he was outside watching the fire.

　When the room has warmed up somehow, he reduces or extinguishes the fireball.

　No, because if I keep burning it like this, it's going to get thin on oxygen and stuff.

　That's the only thing I'm paying attention to.

　Through spatial magic, I take out a teapot and cup with cookies and tea from the other space.

　The cookies don't fall apart or the tea doesn't fall out of the pot in the other space.

　There is no problem because it is firmly fixed in another space.

　Perhaps there is no concept of time in another space.

　And Silvio brother was eating the hot and fluffy soup that had been stored for three months, and he looked like he was enjoying it.

　It could have been Elinora's sister, but she seems to have a strong stomach and all. I don't think it would even fall into the category of ordinary people, so I had Brother Silvio, who happened to catch my eye, sacrifice............................to taste it.

　After that, I had him try tea, meat and even grilled fish from time to time, but he was fine.

　By the way, the sensation of taking it out is like taking something from the table top if you can imagine it firmly if it's a small object.

　I don't know how to take out big things because I've never put them in yet.

　I don't know what size and how much I can fit in it.

　So much for thinking, I sit in the chair and immerse myself in the world of books.

　I reach out and see cookies on a plate.
　A teacup of steamy tea.

　Isn't it the best? If it were spring, I would go outside and enjoy this in the greenery of nature.

　I sip the fragrant tea, fantasizing about such a scene.

　The aroma of fresh black tea leaves rushes through my mouth.

"Ahh~ I feel so calm~

　My cheeks loosen up.

　Then I pick up one cookie.

　The crunchy texture is delightful. The sweetness of the butter and sugar that spreads instantly soothes my brain.

　And when my mouth is deprived of water, I take another sip of tea and let it wash over me.

　I feel like I'm spending my time in the most aristocratic and elegant way possible right now.

''Well I wish days like this could go on every day.

"Mr. Earl!　Ah-so-boo!

..........

"Roooooong!

　I can't hear you. I don't hear anything. You're going to spend the day at the house. We don't get much peace.

"Alfried Thawlet!

I can't hear you.

"It's me! Ole!''

　I'm not going to take that kind of oleo scam.

'It's Thor!'

　The voices from the outside get even louder.

　I know that without being told that.

''Listen to me!

　Why doesn't he think I'm not in the mansion? However, it would be too cute to ignore me any longer, so I make a face.

　When I push open the wooden window, I see Thor and Saara in front of the gate of the mansion.

　Well, if I shout that loudly, someone's going to go check on them.

　How did their voices reach this distance? Well, it's quiet here, and kids have high voices.

　If you look closely, you can see Thor's face turns bright red and he's pouting in some way.

　He's stretching his nose at Saara. Where is all this love for Lord Elinora?

　I look at Thor with white eyes, and he notices me.

　He gives Saara a shout, and then runs to me.

'Al, listen to me!

I'm here.

I'm going to be an adventurer!

Hey, you've decided.

How's Al?　Let's be adventurers together!

　I never thought I'd really decide to become an adventurer.

　Adventurer. A person who hunts down demons in various parts of the world at the request of a client and earns a living from the profits earned from it.

Sometimes they go to dangerous places in search of unseen secrets. Sometimes they are the guards of nobles and merchants. Sometimes they go to gather delicious food or precious plants. Sometimes to carry goods, or to clean ditches.

　Naturally, fruitful work requires competence and trust.

　There are only a handful of top adventurers in the world who are famous for their work.

　In the midst of the crowd of good and bad people, he runs uphill on the strength of his weapons and friends. Every boy in this world has a dream.

　How many young men have disappeared in the face of such a bright future?

　Of course I'm sorry.

　I died once and came back to life.

　This life. I want to keep it.

"No. I'm going to enjoy my time here in the village.

　So I said clearly.

'I knew it. I knew you'd say no.

　Thor didn't look depressed, but rather relieved.

'Well, I've got a lot to discuss with you. Can I come up to your room?

No.

Why?

Because I need to spend the day slaving away at the mansion!

　Saara chuckles at my line, which is not my six-year-old's line.

'Then come to my house!

　I wonder if he heard what I said?　I said I don't want to leave the room.

I don't want to leave the room.

　Then Thor pretends to think for a moment.

'My sister's home today, man.

'I'll be ready in a minute!　Wait for me!

　I instantly stow away the cookies and tea sets.

　I extinguish the last fireball and open the door vigorously.

　Gun!

..........

　The feeling of a door hitting something hard.

　And then there is a person lying in the hallway.

　A person is lying on the red carpet like a threadbare doll.

　A long-sleeved white cutout shirt and a long brown skirt. Underneath it, he is wearing what looks like black stockings.
　The silky reddish-brown ponytail falls apart, and no expression can be seen.

　The blood is gone from her body and she feels cold. Perhaps this is not due to the cold winter air.

　A chill, a chill, that can't be compared to this kind of cold, hits me.

　I stand in the corridor and watch it fall, as if I forgot to blink or even breathe.

　And as if it were sucking me in, I reach for its face.

　I brush away the beautiful hair that covers my eyes and--

　-- eyes closed, there was the face of sister Elinora.