I returned from Thor's house and was relaxing on the living room couch with a cup of tea when Dad Nord and Mother Erna returned.

'Welcome home!'

Al, can I have a word with you?

　When I greet him swiftly, Nord Dad says as he hangs his cloak on the wall.

　Even though sister Elinora and brother Silvio are also in the living room, am I the only one who is calling out for you?　Isn't that a bit much these days?

It's just me again?

It's not like Al did anything again.

''No, I'd like to get Elinora and Silvio's opinion on this, and would you all be willing to come?''

　Sister Elino said rudely, in disgust, but Dad Nord reiterated that after a bit of thought.

　See, I didn't do anything.

　I gave her a smug look, and then Elinora moved over to the table and patted me on the head.

　Why do I need to be beaten?

　It would make Mother Erna and Father Nord angry if I whispered to them here. I sat back in my chair, trying not to voice my accusations.

　Father Nord and Mother Erna sit facing each other, while my children, Brother Silvio, Sister Elinora, and I sit in the front.

　It's a formation for the whole family to discuss.

As everyone knows, other noblemen will be coming this year at harvest time. Do you have any ideas on what we should do to entertain them?

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　For some reason, all eyes turned to me as Father Nord said the agenda for today.

'Huh?　Why is everyone looking at me?

Because thinking about these things is not Al's forte.

'Yes. We had Reversi, Shogi, Jenga, and more recently, table tennis.

'Maybe so, but I don't really have much of a desire to entertain anyone or anything, you know?

　I only made it because I wanted to do it and play with it at the time.

　It's one thing to make it fun for me and another to make it fun for others, and the difficulty is far different.

'Well, just because Al is good at it doesn't mean I can leave it all up to him. I want Elinora and Silvio to think about what kind of things would make the Harvest Festival more fun for them, too.

Tell me what you think would be more fun if you had one of these things.

　We ponder the words of Father Nord and Mother Erna.

　Would it be fun if it was a harvest festival?

"Is it what you think it should be?

　After a few seconds had passed, Sister Elinora asked timidly.

''Yes, because I don't think others will be able to understand how fun it is if you don't think it's fun for you first.

''Then I think it would be interesting to have a martial arts tournament like the one we have in King's Landing!　It's the people who are confident in their arms that fight each other!

　Then Sister Elinora leans in and starts talking.

　Oh, I knew she would definitely say something like that since it was Elinora sister.

'Heh, that's not so bad either.'

　My daughter, who was about her age, replied that if it was a harvest festival, the first thing that would be nice would be a martial arts festival.

　When she saw this fact in front of her, Mother Erna smiled bitterly and wrote down a note in front of her.

''But there's a handicap depending on the difference in the weapons you handle. Should we divide it into a swordsmanship division and a magic division or something?

　Sis Elinora, this is the village of Coriat, okay?　There's no way we can attract people to compete when we're mostly peasants.

　There aren't many knights, guards, and adventurers living in the city like in the royal capital, and most of the population are farmers. It's doubtful that there will be any contestants in the magic category.

''Well, let's think about those details after we get a lot of ideas.

Okay.

　When mother Erna said that, sister Elinora sat down with a disapproving look on her face.

　It seems that she really wants to hold a martial arts tournament.

　It's a good idea to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're looking for.

Do you think Silvio will have any?

Hmmm, I guess I'm cooking.　Al and Bartolo have developed a lot of different dishes at the stall, but the villagers don't seem to know most of them. I think they'd be happy to serve fried food at a food truck.

Okay, that's a good point.

　Mother Erna makes a note while admiring her brother Silvio's opinion.

　If you look at the memo carefully, you can see that skewers and tempura are also written down casually. She even wrote down what she wanted to eat.

　Anyway, as expected of Silvio-san.

　It's true that food stalls are an indispensable part of a festival. Even if there is no special event, as long as the food at the stall is delicious, it doesn't matter.

''Sweetness!　Sweetness, too, please-- pufferfish!

　As I was impressed, Meena, who was waiting in the room, shouted excitedly and Saara, who was next to me, covered her mouth.

'Okay, let me hear your opinion, as a villager, Meena's opinion is also helpful.

　Mother Erna said, and Saara removed her hand from Meena's mouth.

'Pudding, milk gelato, fried bread, bread ear sticks and other sweet treats, please!　The villagers have a thirst for sweetness!　I mean, if we ate alone, we'd be killed!

　Meena speaks with a somewhat uncanny look on her face.

　What does it mean to be killed? Could it be that the villagers are so envious of the sweetness that they are rioting?

'That's because Meena would brag about eating it inadvertently.

Because after eating something that good, you're going to want to brag about it.

　Saara's plunge gave me a general understanding of the situation.

　Meena must have bragged a lot in the village about what she ate in the mansion.

　And it seems that she's being pressured by the families and villagers around her to serve sweetness and other treats at the harvest festival.

''Please!　For my safety, I would love to have a sweet sale!

'Right. I don't know if we can sell them all, but we could try to sell some of the things we've developed at the mansion.

'Yes. It would make me look forward to the Harvest Festival even more if we had something that could only be eaten at the festival.

Thank you!

　Brother Silvio's suggestion and Meena's plea seem to have been accepted and moved forward in a positive way.　

　As long as Mother Erna and Father Nord nodded their heads, we can usually manage.

''Haha, now we won't have to get killed by everyone.

From now on, you won't talk about food unintentionally.

　Saara gives advice to Meena, who exhales in relief.

　As usual, I don't know which one is the senior and which one is the junior.

'What do you have, Al?'

　As I was thinking about this, Nord Dad asked me somewhat forward.

　Looking at his expression, I wondered if he would come up with something interesting. I'm full of hope that he will come up with something interesting.

　Yes, I have an idea.

　Originally, harvest festivals had a strong festive aspect to them, with stalls and events.

　Then, if you recreate the summer festival as it was in the previous life, it will be more cohesive and interesting.

The food will increase on its own, so let's do something else. Ring tossing, small fish scooping, kick targets, throwing targets, and later on, magic fireworks at night--

'Wait, wait, wait. There are so many events I've never heard of!

''Well that came out more pompous than I thought it would.

　Mother Erna is somewhat dumbfounded as she takes notes. It's unreasonable to say that you asked me to come up with an idea and I did.

'Hey, what's a kick target and a pitch target?'

I think I'm more interested in the ring toss and the little fish scooping.

　Sister Elinora, who likes to be physically active, pinpointed her interest in those things, and Brother Silvio, who is mild-mannered, was interested in the comparatively lighter stuff. 'Easy to understand.

'Anyway, can you explain them one by one?'

　Huh?　Are you going to explain all this to me?　That's a bit of a bother.

　But now that I've said it out loud, I can't say it's too much trouble to explain....