It was the morning of the fifth day at Eric's mansion. After a light breakfast, it was somewhat of a hectic time, as the leisurely time was never welcomed.

　Yes, today at noon we would be returning to the village of Coriat. We had made preparations last night, but even so, the loading and other work would be done on the day.

　Right now, Mother Erna and Father Nord are in the yard checking the luggage, while Meena, Largo and the Silford family's maids are loading the carriages.

'Mister Nord, this is going to be dried seafood. It will keep long enough for you to take it with you if you like.

Thank you.

　A jar of what appears to be dried seafood is handed to me, as if it were a return of soy sauce or rice. There are eight of them. The carriage was thought to be much lighter now that the amount of rice and soy sauce had been reduced, but this one seemed to be heavier than it was going.

　My horse is going to have a tough time.

Yeah, but the smell is a bit peculiar, so I recommend you don't open it in the carriage.

Ha-ha, okay.

　I was tempted to take a quick peek, but the smell inside the carriage would be unbearable if it filled with dried food, so I would never open it.

　As I was peeking out of the window of the big room to look into the garden with that kind of determination, Brother Silvio came over.

''You're going back to the village of Coriat today, aren't you?

'Yes. In terms of length of stay, it wasn't very long, five days, but it felt oddly long.

Yeah?　For me, it went by so fast. I'm a little sad to think that this is the last time I'll be able to look at the ocean in this relaxed manner.

　Brother Silvio looks away from you and has a somewhat languid expression on his face.

　It's not fair, because when a handsome man does it, even such a scene can be seen as a single picture.

　I'm not going to be able to tell you that your eyes are dead or in a daze when I do it.

But I can't wait to see the lush greenery, fields and villagers in the village of Coriat.

'Yes, I agree. The sea is nice, but for us it's more like that village and the greenery we live in.

　When I mutter something to myself, Brother Silvio softens his expression.

　After all, we are residents of Coriat Village. The blue sea and sandy beaches and the smell of the tide are nice, but that lush green place is the most relaxing.

　Whether you go to the royal capital, Kagura, or the sea, that fact will not change. It doesn't look like it's going to change in the future.

''Haha, sister, you're practicing again.

　When I was deeply moved, Brother Silvio pointed towards the beach.

　There, sister Elinora with her wooden sword and Luna-san were moving around violently and clashing their wooden swords with each other.

　Although you can't hear the sound from a distance, you can imagine the sound of the wooden swords striking each other violently just by looking at them.

''You didn't have to practice until the last day.

We both love swords.

　I let out a dumbfounded voice and brother Silvio laughing as if he had no choice.

　It's not like I can't see you at the harvest festival, which is less than two months away, and if I wanted to, it would be four days in the carriage, so there's no reason why I can't see you.

'Alfried, it's me. Are you there?

　Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Eric's voice rang out.

'I'm here. You can come in!

　I motion for him to come in and Eric walks in the room.

'What's going on?'

I brought you that Dragonslayer book.

　Eric held out a blue book.

''This is........!

'This isn't like the Dragonslayer book I bought in King's Landing. This one is blue.

　Brother Silvio is right, the binding is different from the Dragon Slayer I bought in King's Landing.

''Ah, the red one has been edited for clarity. This one is a bit more detailed.''

　Okay, I guess those are picture books and fairy tales, written in a way that everyone can easily understand. In comparison, this book has many more pages and a sense of depth.

　When I opened the pages, there were almost no illustrations like in a picture book, but rather a line of text.

It's more like a novel for adults.

Yes.

　Me and my brother Silvio flipping through the pages as we devoured them.

　Occasionally, the illustrations we found were black and white, and some of them seemed to be confronting demons other than dragons.

'Isn't this a demon called Hydra?'

　A serpentine monster with several separate heads. There is an illustration of Father Nord confronting it.

"Oh, that's the one in the lake--

'Wait a minute. It wouldn't be funny if it was a spoiler.

　Eric was about to answer, but Brother Silvio covered his mouth with his hand.

　Well, as far as I'm concerned, you can look through the novel and see what I mean.

'I see that Father Nord's story wasn't just about the Dragon Slayer.

Well, it's enough to make you an A-ranked adventurer. I suppose it's not surprising that you have all sorts of adventure stories.

　I can't believe that someone as powerful as Nord Dad and Erna Mom have only defeated dragons. I'm sure they must have slayed some other awesome demons besides dragons. My parents are really the heroes.

Thanks, Eric. Now the way home - is it going to be tough? Now we have something to look forward to when we get home.

　If I'm reading the Dragonslayer book in front of Mom Erna and Dad Nord, they'll either get mad at me or take it away.

　I'll take the time to read this one when you two aren't around.

'Humph, it's weird when you're honestly thanking me.

Hey, I won't be thanking you too much for that.

　If you're a little honest with him, this is it.

'Yeah, so. Alfried...

　As I'm reaffirming this, Eric says something to me that makes me cringe.

　It's a little creepy when Eric is squirming like this.

　But I'm also beginning to understand when this guy is going to be crunchy, probably thanks to our recent time together.

'If I want more soy sauce, I'll order it from Triera Trading Company. If you want mayonnaise, there's a recipe here, you can make your own.

'Oh, oh!　Are you sure you want something as valuable as a recipe?

　As soon as he receives the recipe I gave him, Eric asks me with a look of amazement.

　A recipe is like a fortune, you know. In fact, spaghetti has been selling quite well for a while now, so it's not surprising that Eric has an exaggerated reaction.

'Hmmm, it's easy to make. It's easy to make, but I don't want you to publish the recipe without permission.　Talk to me when you're ready to sell.

　If I expand my sales reach any further, it would be a disaster for me to get pissed off at my Nord Dad and make me work too. It would be a hassle if the recipe was published and spread to my name, but it's not a bad idea if Eric thinks it's a good idea and the income is coming in.

　Wouldn't it be great if he could sell the recipe and have an ongoing income coming in without having to work?

'No, this is just for me and my family to enjoy and I'm not going to do that...'

Maybe it will sell like spaghetti?

Well our finances are not as dire as they should be.

　I whispered in Eric's ear, and he responded after a considerable pause, tucking the recipe notes into his pocket.

　For a moment, he must have thought about the future of selling them.

　I'm not really in need of money right now, and I don't need Eric to sell out.

　I switch my thoughts to look out, and Eric gives me a blatant coughing fit.

　I look at him, wondering what's going on this time, and Eric thanks me while looking away.

''Alfried ... well ... ah, thank you.''

It's weird when Eric thanks you for being so honest.

　So I returned the same as Eric's earlier words.