We Just Like to Read
We Just Like to Read
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…
When we returned to the guild, the branch manager greeted us. I parted ways with Dan-san and Mina-san at the reception desk. Dan-san gave me some encouragement, telling me to “do my best.” They seemed like good people… Right now,…
The time was evening. The location was near the bandit hideout, beyond a hill out of sight from the main road. Several tents were visible in a small plaza surrounded by rough earthen walls, coarser than those found in the…
A high-pitched scream echoed in the dimly lit stone chamber. “Augh… ah!” Each time the whip, branching like stalks of wheat or rice, sliced through the air, Renée’s body felt like it would explode with pain. Normally, this building was…
“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…
The word “kiss,” coming from Shinobu, made all the customers in the restaurant turn around with startled expressions. Izakaya Nobu has delicious food and sake, but some customers come specifically to see Shinobu. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say…
“It’s been quite a while since I’ve been to this place,” Hans muttered to himself as he stood before the glass sliding door. Izakaya Nobu. The peculiar tavern built of plaster and wood had become a go-to place only to…
A glistening, amber-colored ankake-jelly was generously poured over the white mound. On top, something finely chopped and green was scattered. According to the waitress, it was a herb called “negi” A pleasant aroma, mixed with steam, tickled Johann-Gustav’s nose. It…