039: Al's Elegant Moment

It’s been a week since the harvest festival. The noisiness of the festival has disappeared and the village has returned to tranquility. The day after the festival, there were a lot of people who had hangovers or were still tired.

The last night, children under the age of twelve were sent home before the festivities ended. I ended up going home with Eleanora. In the end, Silvio spent the rest of that day in his room. What happened while he was lost? I could guess, but I don’t want to think about it.

When I returned to the mansion and asked Bartolo about it, he explained that it’s a time for unmarried men and women to dance together. While the dance doesn’t mean they become a couple, more than a few couples form after the dance. The next few days the new couples walk around in a daze. They hug and kiss in public, get a room already.

Anyway, Koriat Village is peaceful today. The harvest festival is over and the air is getting colder day by day to signal that winter is coming soon. Today, I’m staying in my room in the mansion and reading a book. I’ve got my room heated to the right temperature using fireballs.

If you want to heat it up quicker, you can create more fireballs. I’ve been practicing this magic for winter, so it’s quite easy at this point. You create the fireball, then you just keep the fireball floating away from other items so they don’t catch on fire.

It’s fun to just watch the flames as they shift around, I can understand how some people just want to watch campfires burn. When the room has warmed up, you should reduce or extinguish the fireball. If you kept it around, you could eat up the oxygen in the room. I’m worried about that, there aren’t Carbon Monoxide alarms in this world.

Using Spatial Magic, I take out a tea set with tea already made and warm cookies from my subspace. The cookies stay warm and don’t fall apart and the tea stays in the pot in my subspace. There’s no problem since everything is firmly stuck when put in my subspace. Perhaps time doesn’t pass in the subspace?

Silvio has enjoyed soup that I stored for three months with no ill effects. Eleanora has too, but she has an iron stomach. I asked both of them, but only checked on Silvio. I’ve fed him tea, meat, and grilled fish from time to time, but there have been no problems. All you need is a firm image of the stored item, and it’s as easy as picking up an item from a table in front of you. I haven’t tried to investigate the storage limit yet, perhaps that’s a future research project?

My life is pretty peaceful and luxurious. I’m reading a book in a warm room with cookies close a hand and a tea cup with warm tea. Isn’t this great? If it was springtime, I’d be doing the same thing, but out in nature.

I appreciate the scent of the fresh black tea. The cookies are crispy and the sweetness of the butter and sugar heals my mood. When the cookie dries out my mouth, I take a drink of the tea again. I feel so aristocratic and opulent right now.

“I wish every day could be as peaceful as today…” Al

“Al! Hey!” Thor

“…” Al

“Aaallll!” Thor

I didn’t hear anything, I can’t hear anything. I’m spending today in my warm room in the mansion today. It’s rare to get such peace.

“Alfred Slowlette!” Thor

“Can’t hear…” Al

“It’s me! Oh!” Thor

I don’t want to get into this…

“Thor came by!” Thor

The voice from outside is even louder now. I can guess what’s he’s here for without going out.

“Can’t you hear me?!” Thor

Why can’t you consider that I’m not in the mansion today? However, it’s getting annoying to keep ignoring him, so I’ll see what is happening. I pull open the window and spot Thor and Sarah at the mansion gate. Well, someone is going to come out if you should like that.

If you look closely, Thor is blushing for some reason. Is he bewitched by Sarah now? What happened to Eleanora?

Thor notices me in the window, then dodges around Sarah and calls out to me.

“Al, listen!” Thor

“I’m listening” Al

“I want to be an adventurer” Thor

“Huh, you decided?” Al

“How about it Al? We could be adventurers together.” Thor

So you’ve really gone and decided to become an adventurer?

Adventurer A person who takes on requests to hunt monsters all over the world, and tries to make a living off of that. Sometimes, they’ll go to dangerous places to search for unknown or rare items. Other times they’ll escort aristocrats or merchants. Additionally, they’ll set out to collect delicious ingredients or useful plants. Finally, they’ll do basic jobs, like carrying luggage or digging ditches.

Naturally, it’s a job that rewards ability and responsibility. There’s only a handful of top ranked adventurers. Pretty much every boy dreams of becoming a top ranked adventurer.

Of course, I’m not interested. I already died once and received a second chance. I want to be more careful in this life.

“I don’t like the sound of that, I’d rather spend a leisurely time in the village.” Al

“That’s right, I thought you would refuse.” Thor

Thor looks more relieved than depressed by my response.

“Well, I’d like to consult with you about some things, can I come up to your room?” Thor

“Not today” Al

“Why?” Thor

“I want to spend my time relaxing today in my room!” Al

Sarah laughs at my line that is incongruous for a six-year-old.

“Then come to my house!” Thor

Did you not hear me, I want to stay in my room today.

“I don’t want to leave my room” Al

Thor pretends to think a second.

“My sister is at home today” Thor

“Give me a minute to prepare! Wait!” Al

I throw the cookies and tea set into my subspace, then extinguish my last fireball. I throw open my door to bound down the stairs.

Bam!

“…” Al

I feel like the door hit something or someone. Ah! I found a person lying down in the corridor. uh oh. Somebody is lying on the red carpet like a puppet with broken strings…

That person has a white long-sleeved shirt and a long brown skirt. She has black stocking-ish socks on. Her reddish-brown ponytail is scattered on the ground. I feel a chill run across my body, and it wasn’t due to the winter air.

I stood in the hallway feeling as if I wasn’t blinking or breathing. There was Eleanora laying down with eyes closed.

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