We Just Like to Read
We Just Like to Read
The hoarse voice of a vendor hawking their wares echoed in the distance. The ancient capital was growing increasingly hot, but as the shadows of passersby lengthened in the evening, the coolness became just right. Many people strolled along the…
“So, today’s Izakaya Nobu is all about squid, is it?” Beside Bertholt, Deacon Edwin stroked his beard. Bertholt stared at the paper posted on the sliding entrance door, the writing on it feeling like both a blessing and a death…
“The Goddess of Spring is swift,” goes an old saying in the ancient capital. As the long winter ends and green shoots emerge, the goddess is said to swiftly travel across the empire, bringing the blessings of spring and welcome…
“Where I drink is my own business, Lorenz,” Holger declared. “I’ll return those words right back to you, Holger!” Lorenz retorted. The air was so charged with tension that Shinobu forgot to bring out the appetizer, and even Taisho, usually…
“…Beautiful.” At the counter of the always-packed Izakaya Nobu, a middle-aged man had been staring intently at the sashimi for quite some time. And it wasn’t just a casual glance. He had his face practically pressed to the plate, peering…
“What? You mean to tell me you can’t make it?” Shinobu apologizes profusely to the stunned baron. “I’m very sorry, sir. We can make it, but yudofu is a hot dish. It’s a dish that is meant to be enjoyed…
The old capital has a lot of bridges, that’s for sure. Since the city thrives on canal transport, you have to cross a bridge no matter where you go. There are grand stone bridges and flimsy bridges that look like…
“Welcome!” “…W-welcome,” came the somewhat subdued reply. The interior of the restaurant looked as it always did. Familiar regulars were enjoying delicious food with their drinks, the peaceful atmosphere making it hard to believe there had been a thief incident…
The moon was veiled in a hazy, smoke-like cloud. Despite the season of budding new greenery, the cold showed no signs of abating. The weather in the old capital was fickle. The fact that the air wasn’t warming up was…