Berthold arrived a little before sunset, just as he had promised. He was accompanied by his wife, Hermina. Berthold, carrying a large zudabukuro on his back, didn’t have his usual stern expression. His face was filled with tenderness as he carefully guided…
The faintest hint of sunlight peeked through the low-hanging clouds. Through the window of the carriage, drawn by four horses, the snow-covered landscape flowed backward, endlessly. The snowfield, reflecting the winter sunlight, began to sparkle and shine, almost blindingly so.…
“You’ve really started to look the part, haven’t you?” When Nikolaus said this, Hans nodded, a little embarrassed. It had only been a few days since Hans, with his messy brown hair and big eyes, had quit the guard corps…
When freshly harvested yuzu was grated, the refreshing aroma filled the entire restaurant. After the Grand Market, the ancient capital, Aitheria, had become increasingly wintery. Snow fell more often than rain, and it was not uncommon to find frost in…
“This is my first time at the Grand Market, but it’s incredibly lively, isn’t it?” Shinobu gazed at the wave of people flowing past the shop from a gap in the glass door. This street, usually frequented mostly by stablehands,…
The first day of the Grand Market was blessed with clear skies again this year. Like last year, the year before, and all the years before that, this particular day was, for some reason, always sunny. As far as Marcel…
Boisterous voices of children can be heard from the street. For the past few days, every street in the old capital, Aitheria, has been busy preparing for the Grand Market Festival. It seems that the festival originally started in farming…
The sleet-mixed snow had subsided without them noticing. Between the thick clouds, even the faint setting sun began to shine through. The soft light of late autumn illuminated the interior of the tavern through the glass door. Rodrigo slowly sat…
The dreary weather continued from the morning. The damp snow falling from the low-hanging clouds muddied the streets of Coachman’s Lodge even after noon. There were few people on the street, and those who were there walked briskly. Even on…