Seiun wo Kakeru

After the ritual to Toyoshi's Goddess ended, it became a dinner party, just like last year.

A slain cow is skewered in front of him and seared with fire.

The appearance of being rotated with glue is like a bold cooking method reminiscent of the primitive era, with something fun just to watch.

From the outside through the fire, in turn, the meat is cut so that it is shredded and distributed.

The biggest difference from last year is that we got a lot of salt this year through the deal.

Salt is still essential for oily meat dishes.

A standing meat of hot air is placed on a barbecue plate and shakes salt there.

As the white crystalline powder descends on the meat, it dissolves in heat and fat, twitching and spreading.

Sticking it with a fork, Age bit Gabriel.

My front teeth bump and chew off the meat, and when I chew it over and over again, the taste of beef in my mouth and the sweetness of the fat twitch.

To too much heat, ha-ha, exhale so busily that it cools the heat in your mouth.

If you eat a vegetable because there is water in the accompaniment, the tween spices will pass through your nose and wash away all the smell and grease of the meat.

Contains warm barley liquor "ale" in his mouth and eats meat again.

"Ugh... delicious..."

Age's reaction turns pale when she eats something delicious.

When you eat something really delicious, there's no such thing as a huge reaction.

A twitchy sense of well-being occupies the mouth and bites it off for a long time.

I think words that come out of your mouth are natural and overflowing.

"Parents, it looks delicious."

"Yeah, Pietro will still be growing up, and eat more and more"

"Ugh. We're still eating."

"Hey, what is this hamburger... isn't it delicious!

"Oh well. Was Dante the first this year?"

"Age parent, it's really delicious. Did the people of the village of Siena eat such delicious dishes every year?

"No, not since last year."

Hamburg served at last year's harvest festival was indeed well received.

It also seems acceptable to those from the town of Nazioni, above all.

I wonder if this can be used in the future when people from outside the village are "offspring".

"I agree. I'm sure whoever ate it would be surprised."

"Hmm, shall I hire you then?"

"But Age Parents can cook as well as blacksmith."

"No, I can barely, though."

I have trouble getting them to buy it over.

With a wealth of modern cookware and a variety of condiment retorts, we were able to make a variety of dishes.

Thanks to living alone, I could make it to the point of eating it myself, but it's not like I can treat people.

"Age, my parents, my stomach's swelling, and why don't you dance?

"Oh, that's good. I didn't dance last year. Dante, I'll just borrow one song, Catalina."

"Heh, whatever you want"

Katarina invites me and Age stops by the side of a big bonfire.

Place your hands on your luxurious shoulders and take one.

"This is also my first time dancing, so please coach me if you like"

"Hehe, you're in the opposite position of blacksmithing"

"Yes, thank you"

"Okay. I'll teach you as gently as my parents do."

"Soften your hands..."

Before Catalina's very ”nice smile," Age's face catches on.

As I had a bad feeling in my chest, Age was to be swung around for a while.

There was a man who surrounded the fire and quietly left the circle as the villagers were intrigued by song and dance.

Mr. Mike......?

I wonder why the type of person who likes festivals and enjoys the liveliest places secretly leaves.

Age questions her appearance after that.

And then I put it on quietly.

Mike keeps moving away from the square.

The lively hustle and bustle turn away, bringing a little quiet back around.

With it, the air that was warmed by bonfires and people's heat cools down and feels cold.

If the fire lights go out, it's dark all around.

Mike was on a straight line northeast of the square.

When I thought of the map in my head, I could see where I was going.

Walk for a while to get to where you want to be.

Numerous piles of wood pierced, or stoned, or soiled.

I knew immediately that that was the joint cemetery.

"Hey, what's going on up here?

"... did you notice"

Over his back, Mike spoke to Age.

I went out of my way to distance you, but you were completely pointless.

"I'm a hunter. You have to have good eyes and ears to get to work. I don't know if he was going to kill his footsteps, but he sounded so loud to me."

"Then I wish you'd told me sooner"

"It's a punishment I've followed in silence."

"Hey, when you say that, you have no words to give back. So, does Mr. Mike come here every year? Last year at the festival, it seemed like a lot of noise was going on nearby."

In response to Age's question, Mike answered by shaking his neck sideways.

Then proceed without hesitation through the joint cemetery and stop at a certain place.

"Is this...?

"Jello's grave."

"Oh, you're sleeping here..."

There was a wolf attack last winter.

It's also new to my memory that livestock was killed and turned into a mayhem.

It's an unforgettable experience for Age.

A village man was gathered to dispel, and surrounded by wolves.

At that time, Age was also prepared to die.

I don't often fall back on fear, I think it's something I could move.

In that battle, Jello sheltered Mike, and instead he was bitten to death.

I think he was a brave dog.

Well, did Mr. Mike miss the festival to mourn Jello's death?

"... because the winter cage is about to begin. And it's not a good time. That's why I wanted to say hello now."

"It's early."

"The little ones are grown up now, and they're almost adult dogs. It's perfect for hunting."

"I'm sure Jello will be relieved."

"Oh yeah......"

Mike's eyes were pointed straight at the grave.

Those eyes are crystal clear and they don't look like they still have grief.

Will the tough environment alone also make people and livestock more resistant to death?

Age thought that.

"Do you think the wolves will be here again this year, Mike?

"Well, I don't know. I think the odds are half as good. Did you learn to look into your painful eyes once and stay away from them, or do you think it's better to target livestock even at your peril... I don't know"

"It also seems to have something to do with whether or not you can prey in the woods."

"Oh, if I let them, they're collecting bait. Whether there's a fence or not, it'll be easy to target humans."

If it's dangerous, I wanted to get ready for spears and stuff earlier this year.

I want to avoid making the same mistake I made last time and regretting it.

From what Mike said, I could take both of them.

If so, measures will still need to be worked out.

Though it won't be long until winter, a few hits will prepare you well enough.

I wanted to get past the winter safely this year, and I strongly thought.

Um, I don't want to repeat seeing people having hard feelings.

- Somewhere, I thought I heard a howl.