Chapter 313

Chapter 313: 313

“Mr. Druid, that! \n

It’s a bud of flowers I found on my way to the dump to secure Sol’s meal.

The ground is still covered with snow, and the wind is still cold, but spring does seem to be approaching.

“True, don’t let winter end at last”

“Yeah.”

You don’t need snow for the time being.

“Right.”

It was tough.

With the blizzard, there was also a ban on going out 7 days in a row for cute people who couldn’t move for 3 days.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and I almost covered it up to the upstairs window, and Sol would get smaller!

I was in a hurry then.

I already prayed day after day, ‘Don’t come down, fool’.

On the eighth day after the snow stopped, he managed to get to the dump while snowing at the height of the accumulated snow.

You didn’t have that many horrible moments when you saw Sol eating dinner.

I went through a really dark winter.

I heard about the house being crushed because of the amount of snow in the village.

I hear there’s been a few deaths.

But he said there were considerably fewer deaths than he had initially thought, and the ratings of Captain Tableau and Mr. Priagilmas were up.

Yeah, it’s a very good thing.

“It’s time to get ready for the next village.”

“Oh, right”

I see.

If snow melts, it’s easier to get around.

The next village, what kind.

“Ivy, are you on business going to the next village?

“No, I don’t. Why?”

It was definitely Hatata next to Hatau Village, wasn’t it?

Ah, next door is Hathada Village.

We remembered it together because it was such a similar name.

“A village three years away has a health prayer festival in April. It’s a color festival, why don’t you join us? It’s quite a busy festival with people gathering from the surrounding villages.”\n

“Three ahead? Colour festival?”

Speaking of three ahead…… is that it? I wonder what it was.

You forgot because you had a strong impression of the villages of Hattata and Hattada.

“What a village to say?

It’s Hathahi Village.

Oh, yes, the village of Hathahi.

If the map was correct, it would have been a village big enough to have had no problem calling it a town.

Nevertheless, this may be my first festival.

There was no such thing as a festival in Ratomi village.

There were just busy days in the spring and fall when the villagers got together.

“Do you like festivals?

“It’s the first festival itself, what kind of festival is a color festival?

“Participants in the festival bump into each other a small dough made of colored powder. It’s a pretty amazing festival.”

Hit each other with a small dough?

Is that a painful festival?

“A painful festival?

“Huh? Does it hurt? Ah! It doesn’t hurt. The moment you hit it, the powder will just dance and color your clothes. It’s amazing because it’s full of color powder.”

I don’t know, I think I remember seeing that festival.

This is my memory before, isn’t it?

The name of the festival hasn’t come up, though.

It just seems interesting.

“Sounds like fun”

“Oh, I’ve been there twice, but I’ve got colored powder on my face, and it stains my whole body with amazing colors.”

That sounds really fun.

“Are you free to participate?

“Oh, you’re just worried about the snow”

“Snow?”

“If you don’t melt a little more, you won’t be able to make the journey, because it’s a festival at the end of April”

Is the village of Hathahi that far? \nI feel like I saw it on the map, and even if it gets out by around the middle of February, I’m likely to make it.

“I think we’ll make it to the end of April, even in February. Wrong map?

“No, we’ll make it to the festival. I just want to make sure I get to the village before April.”

“Not even a month ago? Do you get that many people together?

Is it such a big festival?

“They come from the surrounding villages and towns. It’s more popular and popular than a festival in a nearby town.”

Wow, it’s kind of like a really amazing festival.

I want to join you.

“I want to join!

“Well, then think of getting to Hathahi village around the middle of March”

“Yeah.”

I don’t know. You’re excited now.

“Ah, the place where the snow melted yesterday is intact”

Following Mr. Druid’s gaze, I see a part of the dump that melted snow yesterday.

There was new snow everyday, but today it wasn’t there.

The season is really springing a little bit.

“Now, do you want to try hunting again as you prepare for your journey?

“Right. Maybe it’s time to be okay.”

Winter hunting was futile.

Even if we set a trap, we’ll be buried right in the snow. Exactly. Then the Siusas won’t hang.

So I waited until the snow settled.

After watching Sol’s meal begin, he picks up what he needs for a new trap to make.

“Fine, you’ve thrown away something you can use.”

“What?”

“No, I thought I was buying something to trap.”

Oh, is that normal?

I didn’t have any money, so it was normal to pick it up.

With that said, you have money to buy now.

“Sorry, Mr. Druid”

\nHowever, for the sake of vigilance, my hand is already hanging on the sword’s grip.

When I checked the location of Flem and Sol, they stopped by my side at some point.

I was anxious to see if there was anything, so I immediately put the two in the bag.

After a while, I notice signs that it’s still far away but coming this way.

“Mr. Druid, it’s probably a sign of a demon! I don’t know, it’s so fast! You might not get away with it!

Hurry away from the spot, concerned about the looming signs, to get out of the dump with bad scaffolding.

I feel chilly at the signs of coming this way with great momentum.

Too fast, there shouldn’t have been that many fast-paced demons around this village.

“Sola.”

Call Sola and put the nearby Sola in the bag immediately.

Now, it should be a little safe.

In less than a minute this demon is almost there.

“Grrrrrrrr”

Heavy bass groans echoing in the woods.

Ah, this is dangerous.

Mr. Druid comes before me and sets up his sword.

To the sound of snow treading, the sound of snow falling from trees with vibrations.

My heart is loud to a different sound than usual.

“Gaw.”

I saw a giant demon rushing over here with great momentum from behind the woods.

I let my gaze wander wondering if it would be safer to climb a tree.

“Ivy, no. He’s a monster who can climb trees.”

Wrinkles between the eyebrows on Mr. Druid’s words.

There really is no escape.

In the meantime, the demon is already in front of us.

I don’t know what it really is. This speed, it’s too unusual.

You noticed us, the demons that make your fangs burst out.

Ivy, stay back.

The demon stone of Mr. Druid’s sword glowed white.