522 520 Lakeside Maiden (1/2)
”I see it. Big puddle.”
”The lake.”
”It's like the sea.”
”No, the lake”
What you see up ahead is a town called Kiarazen.
Also known as the lakeside maiden. Anything, there's a statue standing on a square with a view of the lake that pictures the water spirits, and that's what they call a tourist attraction. Fran doesn't seem interested, though.
In addition, it seems that the town's buildings are beautiful based on white, nicknamed the lakeside maiden.
It's a beautiful sight inside just because they say maiden etc. Blue and brilliant lake surfaces reflecting sunlight and white buildings standing beside them. The contrast between blue and white is vivid.
The way the tiny fishing boats came and went over the big lake made people feel the dignity of their business.
”... big time”
”Off......”
More than flowers, the dough combo seems to have something to feel in this view. I keep my mouth half open and stare at the lake. Well, it didn't last a minute.
”Fish”
'Yes, sir. Let's go to town, then. ”
”Mmm.”
Admission went smoothly. Although we lined up a little, it wouldn't have taken five minutes. I thought there were a few people affected by the war, and they say most travelers use their boats to get from lakeside to town.
Only a few pedestrians or adventurers used land routes.
”Fran.”
”... hmm?
”The more you buy, the more you go to the Adventurer Guild.”
”Mogu”
”It's bad manners to reply with things in your mouth.”
Or I didn't know I was going into town and headed to the stall in 30 seconds...... Shit, buying and eating is definitely adding to the purpose of Fran's journey.
I have money, but what about buying as much food as you like? I would never waste it......
”Hmm.”
”What's the matter, Master?
”No, I thought Fran would eat a lot.”
”Phew.”
Why the doya face? Even though they say she's cute, she doesn't respond at all. Is that a compliment to eat a lot in the first place?
'So, what did you buy?
”This”
”Ho. Deep-fried Fish
It would look close to a huna or a goldfish. Sounds like freshwater fish. The cooking method was simple, I just took out my guts and fried them in oil as they were. I haven't even taken a scale.
”How's the taste?
”Salt?”
'... what else?
”Hey Mud”
It would be a typical under-treated riverfish. But even so, Fran flattens the fried fish vegetables.
”It's good to bury”
'Oh, you mean you like the texture?
”Mmm.”
I think I liked the fried scales. Fran stormed the stall from the end of the meal and bought fried fish.
”What's wrong?
”This is delicious”
'Hmm?'
”Mommy Mommy!”
”Or Ursi.”
What Fran is staring at with his eyes open is the vegan fried fish offered by almost every stall on this street. The fish I use seems to be with me, and I can't tell the difference from the other stalls by the looks of it.
But if Fran and Ursi are going to say it, I'm pretty sure.
'You were a hit stall. Maybe it would be nice to treat it down or season it. ”
”Back!”
”On!”
”Oh, hey!