“Is this the singing tavern, Nobu, that Krowinkel talks about?” The one peering in through the half-open door was a handsome man with the air of an actor. He was dressed in flashy clothes, but his expression, with a gentle…
It was, without a doubt, an incident. Gernot, the tax collector, a regular at Izakaya Nobu, visited during the usual afternoon hours. However, he didn’t order the Neapolitan pasta that he would normally request without fail. “…Red wine. No snacks.”…
Ignaz and Kamil visited Izakaya Nobu around lunchtime the next day. The noren wasn’t out, but it seemed they were serving lunch to regulars inside. Two or three customers were enjoying their meals with gusto. Ignaz had expected Gernot to be there,…
With the new year, the stagnant logistics gradually returned to normal, and horse-drawn carriages began to visit the old capital again. Most of the goods carried by the carriages were food. Although the people of the old capital each store…
Leontaine placed her hands on her hips, nodded in satisfaction, and gave a look to the chef in the kitchen. From the other side of the counter, a pleasant clattering sound began to rise. It was the sound of oil.…
The last place in the world he wanted to go. That was Jean-Francois Mont de la Vigny’s honest, unvarnished assessment of Tavern Nobu. Jean was a member of the Curious Tales Collectors, the East Kingdom’s intelligence organization, and was recognized…
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…