543 541 gaze (1/2)
”Momogu!”
”Gaffguff!”
”Is it good?
”Mmm!”
Returning from the Lady Blue exploration, the Frans are now in the middle of dinner at the Inn.
He usually even served me a Ursi meal, even though I didn't pay extra for it.
The contents were not for animals or anything, but usually salty, the same menu as the flan.
The subtlety is whether it's an old Japanese style that doesn't care about animal health or whether you dare serve the same meal by spotting a wolf as a powerful warcraft.
The menu of meals consists of gnocchi-like pasta made with wheat and potatoes tangled with cheese and tomato soup with ground beef. And then there is bread, and scotch eggs, and salads.
Ursi's share is put together in a large deep dish and the cat is still in good condition. No, with all this mixing up, it's not even catty anymore.
It looks very bad, but the wolves look delicious. Apparently it was just a combination of unexpected fit.
”... Hmm”
Oh, Fran, don't mix it up! Because you're behaving badly! Don't look at Ursi with such envious eyes. Though it does look delicious!
”How's Non's cooking?
”Yum!”
”On!”
”Good for you. If it's not enough, I won't say it. There's still plenty of them.”
After that, my grandmother responded to Fran, who was replaced three times without any hesitation, without one disgusting face. Rather, he was delighted to serve it with extra rice.
Still, can I eat like this? Should we pay extra? Maybe I ate for about 10 people in Fran and Ursi......
But my grandmother doesn't seem to care about Fran and Ursi's bulimia either. That look of Frans laughing at Nico only looked like a grandmother adoring her grandchildren cats.
”No, no, no, no. It's full of food.”
”It was delicious”
”Let's see. How about some herbal tea after dinner?
”Get it.”
”Ho ho ho”
It looks like a pretty bitter dark green tea, but Fran drinks it deliciously. Sounds more like you like it.
Fran sips tea and looks up at the giant ancient tree. Well, even if I say I look up, that gaze is blocked by the ceiling.
Fran, who had been quietly staring at the tree for a while, accidentally opens his mouth.
”Hey, is there a spirit in this tree?
”Right. Spirit of the Green Tree.”
”How did you build an inn around a tree like that?
”It's a little long to talk.”
My grandmother gave me a long explanation for the mess, as self-declared. I manage to finish listening to Fran getting bored along the way, tying him to a chair with a mindfulness, and sneaking sweet treats out of storage to give him.
To sum it up briefly, there was originally a tree here inhabited by spirits. That's why they say trees are over 3,000 years old nowadays. But about 1500 years ago, they didn't think of it as a tree inhabited by spirits, they recognized it as just a strange demon tree. And the sap, branches and bark were forcibly harvested by alchemists and pharmacists who lived around here at the time, making them weak.
It was the elf, the founder of this inn, who saved it, and the Weena Lane, who was consulted by that elf.
The way it was done was simple: it bought this place and encircled the surroundings so that no one could get a glimpse of the Spirit Tree. He made it an inn because the spirits living in the trees liked to observe people.