594 The Invisible Hand of the Great God (8) - Confession

"I see. That's what the nobleman's daughter said."

Speaking that way that night while indulging in the sumptuous Giva cuisine was Rudd-Lou.

Today was the day to welcome the ladies at the Lou's. It wasn't even a topic that resembled a place like this, but the men were busy hunting for giva and rebuilding work, so they had to wait for this supper time.

"Well, if that girl resented the people by the woods, it was more than anything. You mean it was worth it that day last year, when Asta went out of her way to prepare Giva food."

"Yeah. But even I couldn't tell if it was the right thing to do at first. Thanks to the Chiefs for finally showing us the way."

When I responded that way, Donda-Lou found me eating in the upper seat.

"If you've finished talking about one street, you've had enough. Tell the guests what they know."

"No, I got to ask you something interesting. I've heard stories about the nobility of Genos, but it was so easy."

Aldas said so in a smudged tone.

"Well, the people by the woods originally came from a tricky source. If you can reconcile with the nobles of Genos, that's all. Keep doing business in Genos and keep us entertained."

While welcoming Donda-Lou, one of the most powerful faces in the woodland, there was no sign of being frightened by the architects' faces. Both the old man and Mayton are going about their meals satisfactorily.

The Lou main hall was also packed with people full of allowances. Originally a family of twelve, there were three guests, me, Ai-Fa and Tia.

The dinner prepared for this was also a truly luxurious line-up. The main dish was a dish boiled with tau oil, a hamburger with shredded tang, the side dish was stir-fried with various vegetables and the Rudd-Lou's favorite, the Chutch salad, and the juice dish was a new soup made with kimmus bone gala.

The stewed dish is a dish that has developed the 'meat chach' on its axis, and various vegetables are used here as well. Aria, Chacchi and Nennon still use Shima when Dikon, Chumcham when Takenoko, and even Chung when Zucchini. The ladies were sincerely pleased with this arrangement, which is more luxurious than the usual 'meat chatch'.

Also, Guiba's tan has not yet been put up for sale in the Inn Town, so the hamburger that used it will also be the first reveal to the architect's face. Moreover, since this dish is also a favorite for Donda-Lou, the story was that it is also served frequently at dinner at Lu's house.

And noteworthy would be the soup of the new work.

Rayna-Lew, who learned how to handle Kimmus' bone gala from Michele, is drilling daily to make use of it in addition to Gibba bone soup and cream stew.

Of course, in the study group that takes place at the Lou family, I also cooperate in coming up with the idea. This was the dish that developed from the onion soup I suggested.

It is a western-style soup made with plenty of aria and even milk fat and cheese. There, adding ingredients such as Gibba Bacon and Nennon and Ma Pra made the dish even more edible.

Even though I only use about salt and pico leaves for condiments and the like, due to the fact that the stock is well removed, there is absolutely nothing missing. Also, I guess I'm using the minced Aria that put the fire through until it turns candy, which plays a role.

Plus, for the last time, we had Kurton ready.

It is a small slice of baked fuwano left overnight and solidified in kachikachi, and stir-fried it in the oil of leten. Stiff and hard to eat as it is, Fuwano croutons also have an exquisite texture if soaked with soup. I was wondering if this way of eating would please even the castle town, which often puts baked fuwanos in its juice dishes.

Well aside from the ratings in Castle Town, the ladies are eating those dishes looking very satisfied. Like Donda-Lou, the old man, who didn't really like Gibba Berg, seemed surprised and pleased with the bite of Gibba Tan.

By the way, it was that Gibba Tan hamburger that I took charge of. It was an eye-fa with a solemn expression in the sense of a spare house, but over its head I felt like I could visualize the symbols of the notes.

"So you were invited to a forest settlement on the 31st of the Blue Moon."

Around half the sumptuous supper disappeared into the stomach, Giza-Lou made that statement.

Aldas and Mayton were in the middle of chewing, so the old man responds, "Oh."

"Is that an uninteresting story for someone by the woods? Then I'd like you to tell me so."

"There's nothing wrong with that story, as all parents agree. Instead, I wanted to ask you how you feel."

"Our mood?

"Oh. The people of the south, for another different reason than the people of Genos, were repelling the people by the woods? I hear you have made friendships with Asta and the others over such firmness, but are all twenty in the same mood?

"Absolutely!" And it was Ardus, who swallowed the contents of his mouth, who raised his voice.

"Such certainty is over within the last year. More or less, it's been eighty years since the forest folks dumped Jagal, so you won't have to stick around forever."

"Mm-hmm. But last year, with those thoughts, I guess I was supposed to have an affair with Asta? That's what I hear from my sister."

"Oh, my sister means your colorful daughter, right? Asta was in business with her daughter at first."

Aldas laughed as he narrowed his eyes to nostalgia.

"Sure, at first, it had a bit of a nasty vibe. Even among our people, Giva's cooking is delicious or unpleasant, which cracks my opinions. And since we've teased the people of the east, it's an extra tricky story."

The Ardas still do not know that Schmiral, one of its east people, became a family by the woods. Also, if the shmiral asks me if I might give you a wedding with your colorful daughter, Vina-Lou, etc., you will be tempted.

"Whatever it was, the head of Asta's obsession was this balan guy. I heard a lot of noise about the gibberish cooking and not eating it."

"What. Then you're with my dad."

When Rudd-Lou shut his mouth, Donda-Lou said, "Let it go".

"Well, it kind of happened, but now everyone's been distracted by Giva cooking, and they let me go to the stalls every day. Don't worry, there's not a single one who has bad feelings for the forest people."

"So you forgave the people by the woods who abandoned Jagal, does that mean?

"'Cause that's not what we're talking about, is it? Whatever, it was before we were born. See?"

When Aldas called it that way, the old man and Mayton also nodded silently.

but that's where I said, "Oh?" I think. It is usual for an old man to be on top of a Buddha, but even a cheerful Mayton had some magical face.

"That's a thankful story... I would also like to say thank you..."

And Grandma Ziva, who was eating while Vina-Lou helped her, raised her voice.

"We weren't able to hold on to the feeling that we were the sons of Jagal... we lived in the territory of a country called Jagal, and the presence of the Four Gods didn't disappear... we felt so strongly about Mother the Forest that we didn't feel like Father Jagal... so we didn't feel guilty about abandoning Jagal either... I think that attitude bought us the wrath of the people of the South..."

"Oh, so the people of the woods tried to hold on to the fact that they were the Son of the Four Great Gods by performing the baptismal ritual once again. Asta told me that story."

After stating so, Aldas tilted his thick neck.

"Speaking of which, you look quite old. Have you ever lived in Jagal territory?

"Oh yes... back then, I was five years old and which toddler..."

"Heh, that's a surprise! I thought there was no one left like that."

Aldas set aside the wood plate and rode himself out for a long time.

"We were born in Nelwia, so I'm not sure about the Black Forest. Is that just around the border with Sims? How could you move from such a place to Genos?

"Right... I have no idea how much time I've walked... in the meantime, so many of my countrymen have returned their souls and hey..."

"That's all the hard work I've had, and I'm going to live in Genos. We sincerely hope that the people of the forest will live happily ever after."

After stating it that way, Aldas looked back at the straw.

"By the way, you're quiet to Mayton, anyway. Sounds like something's wrong with you, but you feel the same way, don't you?

"Oh...... oh, of course I do"

But Mayton, after all, had an obscure face.

Thus, when you grab the earthen bottle of fruit liquor, you pour it into your throat with momentum. Then Mayton turned to Grandma Ziva.

"Hey, can you ask me one thing? You... were probably fooled by the people of the South."

"Whoa, what are you suddenly saying? There's nothing dark behind us, is there?

"It's not about us. It's about the people who were near the Black Forest 80 years ago. As a matter of fact... my house is a bloodstream flowing from you."

To Mayton's words, the old man also turned a blind eye.

"Speaking of which, you moved to Nerwia from your father's place. So, my father... he was originally a soldier in the kingdom."

"Oh. At the border fort, I was dealing with the Sims. So I couldn't work as a soldier, so I moved to Nerwia, where my family was all peaceful... and that fortress was originally built in a place with black woods."

After speaking in an august tone, Mayton soaked the fruit liquor again.

"Hey, oldest. How did you get kicked out of the Black Forest?

"... I haven't heard that's because the Black Forest was burned in the battle with Sims... In fact, I'm seeing the forest in flames..."

"Oh, the black forest, it did burn down. But it wasn't a battle with Sims... Jagal's army burned it. To build a new fort in that place."

Other people were also listening to Mayton with a face full of surprises.

Only Tia keeps eating the food without me involved.

"The people by the woods at the time were troublemakers to Jagal. He has shallow black skin like the people of Sim, he doesn't try to come out of the woods, and he had unbeatable power over the black monkeys of Vamda... as much as the black monkeys of Vamda, the people of the woods were feared. You understand that, don't you?

"Oh, of course... we didn't weigh the presence of the Southern gods, so we must have been sarcastically abominable..."

"Oh. So the guys at the time decided to burn down the black forest. Together with the Black Monkeys, I thought I'd dispose of the people by the woods.... but the people by the woods did not perish. They say that as many as 1,000 or 2,000 people by the woods fled through the burning woods."

Then Giza-Lou raised his voice, "Wait."

"Just because the people by the woods are abominable, did you plan to kill them all? Can the people of the kingdom of the south imitate that much?

"It was probably the general of the kingdom's army or something that made the decision that way. The man feared that the people by the woods would be taken in by Sim's army. The people by the woods were similar in appearance to the people of Sim, and the Black Forest existed near the border with Sim... so I think I feared that I would eventually switch God to Sim."

Mayton said so in a bittersweet voice.

"But the people by the woods were to be able to survive. The people who lit the woods must have panicked... but they escaped saying this was done by Sim's army and tried to take in the people by the woods. Become a Jagal soldier and fight Shim, or else plow the fields to store your food."

"Oh... that's exactly what I heard... but the Forestside Chiefs decided to get rid of Jagal..."

"Oh. If you can't obey that order, I guess you ordered me to leave Jagal. Of course I couldn't allow him to fall back on Sims, so I guess I drove him northwest, Selva's territory."

That's what I said, Mayton sneezed his face in the lid.

"So there's no need to be sorry that you guys dumped Jagal. The people of the woods lived in peace, and it was the people of the south who drove them out of Jagal. It was the kingdom of the south that pushed you into the kingdom of the west."

"Really... but don't you need to cry...?

"No, some of the soldiers who lit the black woods, my grandfather was also a jerk. My father heard the story directly from my grandfather. If the people of the woods were returning their souls... it was my grandfather who killed them."

In stating so, Mayton became deeply depressed.

"Since last year, when I got along with Asta, I've always cared about that. But I didn't want Asta and the others to hate me, so I couldn't really talk about it. Please, I need your forgiveness..."

"I don't think we can forgive or not forgive... because it must have been our fault that the people of the woods were afraid..."

Grandma Ziva said that in a very soft voice.

"While we lived in Jagal territory, we didn't have the feeling that we were the Son of Southern God... I think that was a mistake in the first place... so I guess we should live right as the Son of Western God..."

"Oh. If I made a mistake, we could have been burned morga forest by the Kings too."

Donda-Lou said that in a harsh voice.

"Like Mayton. Is your grandfather still alive?

"No, I gave my soul back a long time ago. I screwed up before I was born in a fight with Sims."

"Right. Well, then, you can't even exchange words.... Whatever it is, it doesn't make sense to shake off 80 years old certainty. Nor should it be that, as the elder said, only the people of the south should be guilty."

Donda-Lou's eyes shined strong, but there was no color of anger there.

The families around them also listen to their parents with a very serene face.

"We lost the Black Forest, we moved to the Morga Forest. And now, trying harder to find the right path. All of them may have been the guidance of the Mother Forest and the Four Great Gods."

That's how Donda-Lou chewed up Gibba Tan's hamburger in a grand way and swallowed it.

"Also, I guess we should spin the right edge with the people of the south. I want you to help me with the feast that will take place in the settlement of Fou"

"Oh. Let me definitely do that."

After that, the old man suddenly snapped Mayton's head.

"Don't hold such a story to yourself, you idiot. For what, we're here?

"I'm sorry..." Mayton said weakly.

During the day, Refraia shed tears, and now Mayton is in tears. What a day for all sorts of things to happen, and I was supposed to look up at the ceiling.

But I'm sure those tears washed away all sorts of certainties.

And it should have been necessary for both the people by the woods and the people surrounding them to go the right way so that such tears would never be spilled again.