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Though my master had straightened her posture appreciably, this Eve was clearly an entire hand taller than her. Besides, she was overwhelmed for a number of reasons other than height. Though my master had put a fair bit of meat on her in the last five years, the woman before her came off like a wolf in her prime. Perhaps it was the combined effect of the swell of her bust and the curve of her back.
Eve, seeming like a noble who adorned herself with a fur coat regardless of the weather, looked over my master from head to toe and made a small sigh. "So she really..."
"Huh?"
As my master murmured back, Eve blinked her eyelashes, which were so long I expected to actually hear them. "Nothing. It seems best if I take care of all the necessities. If you get lonely at night, all you need bring is a book of scripture. There are other places we're stopping at, just like the letter said. We're leaving today."
Upon finishing her statement, the woman calling herself Eve returned to the carriage.
Left behind, my master stood still for a while, then looked at me.
As it was too much trouble for me to bark, I snorted a sigh.
Apparently Eve did business in a country to the south.
Though I could only venture to guess as to the size of her business, my experience suggested it was considerable.
The horse-drawn carriage was wide enough to comfortably seat three adults, with two seats of that width facing each other. The seats and their backs had many lines on them and had been adorned with fabrics and delicate ornaments. In spite of my master's resolve to live for the sake of the townspeople, she had retained a lingering affection for sewing and so took great interest in those details.
For my part, I had rarely laid eyes upon clothing such as that in which Eve clothed herself. A very comfortable-seeming piece of clothing, it resembled a robe, but differed in many of the fine details. Perhaps responding to my master's furtive glances, the reticent Eve said only, "It's from a desert country."
From there, it was a peaceful trip.
Eve was a woman of few words by nature; my master was not the type to make proactive conversation, either. As my master had procured Eve's permission, I rose up onto the seat and gazed out the window, with her hand stroking my head the whole time.
When she had been a shepherd, even once we left the town gates, it was not a vast, borderless expanse that greeted us. Indeed, the land was more like a fearsome prison, for no matter where we went, nothing would change.
I would have been content living in the forest.
But my master, a human being, could only live among others of her kind; as a dog, I was painfully aware of just how difficult it was to live in that world.
With no help from anyone, one's days were filled only with getting the food before one's eyes into one's own mouth, and there was scant likelihood of anything changing until one last drew breath.
When my master slept upon bales of straw at the sheep pen, gazing up at the moon as mice and insects scurried about her, she may not have voiced such thoughts, but she had no doubt had them.
And then a single chance meeting changed everything.
From that alone, my master's life was changed forever.
There are many who run with all their might. However, many see their legs fail them. And yet, if only there was someone to give them a little push from behind, that is all it would take for them to move forward, too.
And so my fortunate master was able to run until she arrived in a new land.
"Anxious to be heading out?"
It was the second day since we had left.
"Hm?"
"It's not often that a town priest leaves on a journey, after all."
Making a flourish with her pen at the end, she double-checked the text before extending the letter out of the open wooden shutter. As she did so, a human standing and waiting outside took it, folded it, sealed it, and began riding in a direction different from our own.
The woman returned to the same subject.

Output:
It was often said that even though one might be at the ends of the world or under the ground, if one could keep a calm face, had wine to drink, and could write letters, one was not doing so poorly.
But this Eve was underestimating my master. She was no small-town priest ignorant of the world. Though she undeniably had some fairly foolish aspects to her, she was a fine person who had never surrendered to hardship or deprivation.
I looked up at my master from her lap.
So say something, I thought at her.
My master laughed quietly. "Certainly, I was a little nervous about leaving town," my master finally said with a pleasant smile. When I made a small bark, my master stroked my head as if to soothe me. "Even though in the past, I wanted to go out, out, when I couldn't..."
***
As my master spoke while looking outside, Eve put her elbow on the windowsill, resting her chin on her hand in a very unladylike pose as she watched.
In the forest, this was behavior reserved for predators.
"Did you meet her in that town?"
There was something of a pause before Eve, now gazing out the window as well, asked as if she had no great interest in it.
"No, it was in Ruvinheigen."
"Oh? You're a former nun?"
"No...," my master replied bashfully as she lowered her gaze to me. She looked like someone who had peeked into a chest full of precious treasure. "The Church took care of me, but that is all. I was like a scared little lamb."
I laughed at my master's self-deprecation.
It was only because she had escaped that place that she could smile about it now.
"I was a shepherdess."
Eve raised her head up from her palms in surprise, looking over my master once more, this time with a long, hard look.
"That's how I met both of them...Or I should say, I was saved by them...or perhaps dragged by them into conflict?" She giggled. "The latter is likely more accurate."
Even my painfully overserious master had finally become able to speak in such a manner. Certainly, that wolf and that sheep had tried to aid us, but in the end had merely entangled us up in their chaos.
"Miss Bolan, where did you meet those two?"
A predator asks only one question. Would you prefer to be eaten starting from the head or the tail?
Perhaps that was why she frowned a fair amount at my master's question.
"Eve is fine."
My master grinned and nodded, correcting herself. "Miss Eve."
"It was farther north. They dropped in to visit along their way, as it turned out."
"Is that so?"
My master could persevere in conversation with congregants for hours.
She laughed softly; she nodded; sometimes she urged conversation forward, and others, she gently rebuked, as if with a soft pat from her palm.
That was why she did not say anything at that particular time. But her collected experience of talking to people nonetheless loosened Eve's tongue.
"So you were a timid lamb."
"Hm?" My master echoed back before making an embarrassed-looking smile and a nod.
"I was a wounded wolf."
Eve gazed far into the distance, but surely it was an old memory she stared at.
When my master first became accustomed to this town and permitted herself the luxury of reminiscing, she often had such a look.
"That's why..."
***
Without prompting, my master gazed across at Eve. "...I make a poor cat burglar."
My master's eyes widened a little.
For her part, Eve slowly reeled in her gaze from the outside, glancing sidelong at my master.
There was a very faint smile on her lips, but it looked like she was laughing at herself.
It seemed that man was on her mind a fair bit.
Furthermore, though her gaze seemed to suggest my master as being of a piece with her, if my memory served correctly, my master thought nothing of men whatsoever. Even since she had settled down to live in this town, though no small number had approached my master, she had gently refused them all.
My master told them it was because she was in service to God, but that was not why.
So long as I was by her side, it was enough.


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Input:
It was often said that even though one might be at the ends of the world or under the ground, if one could keep a calm face, had wine to drink, and could write letters, one was not doing so poorly.
But this Eve was underestimating my master. She was no small-town priest ignorant of the world. Though she undeniably had some fairly foolish aspects to her, she was a fine person who had never surrendered to hardship or deprivation.
I looked up at my master from her lap.
So say something, I thought at her.
My master laughed quietly. "Certainly, I was a little nervous about leaving town," my master finally said with a pleasant smile. When I made a small bark, my master stroked my head as if to soothe me. "Even though in the past, I wanted to go out, out, when I couldn't..."
***
As my master spoke while looking outside, Eve put her elbow on the windowsill, resting her chin on her hand in a very unladylike pose as she watched.
In the forest, this was behavior reserved for predators.
"Did you meet her in that town?"
There was something of a pause before Eve, now gazing out the window as well, asked as if she had no great interest in it.
"No, it was in Ruvinheigen."
"Oh? You're a former nun?"
"No...," my master replied bashfully as she lowered her gaze to me. She looked like someone who had peeked into a chest full of precious treasure. "The Church took care of me, but that is all. I was like a scared little lamb."
I laughed at my master's self-deprecation.
It was only because she had escaped that place that she could smile about it now.
"I was a shepherdess."
Eve raised her head up from her palms in surprise, looking over my master once more, this time with a long, hard look.
"That's how I met both of them...Or I should say, I was saved by them...or perhaps dragged by them into conflict?" She giggled. "The latter is likely more accurate."
Even my painfully overserious master had finally become able to speak in such a manner. Certainly, that wolf and that sheep had tried to aid us, but in the end had merely entangled us up in their chaos.
"Miss Bolan, where did you meet those two?"
A predator asks only one question. Would you prefer to be eaten starting from the head or the tail?
Perhaps that was why she frowned a fair amount at my master's question.
"Eve is fine."
My master grinned and nodded, correcting herself. "Miss Eve."
"It was farther north. They dropped in to visit along their way, as it turned out."
"Is that so?"
My master could persevere in conversation with congregants for hours.
She laughed softly; she nodded; sometimes she urged conversation forward, and others, she gently rebuked, as if with a soft pat from her palm.
That was why she did not say anything at that particular time. But her collected experience of talking to people nonetheless loosened Eve's tongue.
"So you were a timid lamb."
"Hm?" My master echoed back before making an embarrassed-looking smile and a nod.
"I was a wounded wolf."
Eve gazed far into the distance, but surely it was an old memory she stared at.
When my master first became accustomed to this town and permitted herself the luxury of reminiscing, she often had such a look.
"That's why..."
***
Without prompting, my master gazed across at Eve. "...I make a poor cat burglar."
My master's eyes widened a little.
For her part, Eve slowly reeled in her gaze from the outside, glancing sidelong at my master.
There was a very faint smile on her lips, but it looked like she was laughing at herself.
It seemed that man was on her mind a fair bit.
Furthermore, though her gaze seemed to suggest my master as being of a piece with her, if my memory served correctly, my master thought nothing of men whatsoever. Even since she had settled down to live in this town, though no small number had approached my master, she had gently refused them all.
My master told them it was because she was in service to God, but that was not why.
So long as I was by her side, it was enough.

Output:
As my master spoke, Eve made what was clearly a strained smile.
"Hmph. Quite some nerve she has, calling us here like this."
Eve gazed outside once more, but this time she seemed to be actually looking outside.
"Using me as an errand girl for them takes no small amount of courage in itself. Can you believe it? There's going to be three more women riding that wagon to Nyohhira with us."
"Oh!"
"Shocking, isn't it? I'm quite wrathful over it. That horse-drawn wagon behind me is full of valuable clothing and jewels. You're Norah, right? You can borrow whatever you like and dress up however you please."
Eve made a sadistic smile that seemed to suit her very well as she spoke.
It was no surprise my master's smile seemed a little conflicted. After all, my master has no interest in any male besides myself.
However, after seeming to think about it a while, she stared at the tip of my nose before lifting up her gaze to speak. "Even sheep must not be pampered all the time, you see."
The wolflike woman gave my master a grin.
I was rather taken aback with shock, thinking back to that sheep while atop my master's lap, and made a guffaw with a sigh.
Though the old uncertainties of travel presented themselves, the carriage and clothing Eve had prepared were extravagant indeed, napping in the carriage might have been more comfortable than that drafty old church.
My master is constitutionally hardier than she looks; Eve seemed to admire that as well.
Though there was no conversation to speak of, the atmosphere was not particularly ill, and I was able to nap on my master's lap quite a bit, too.
This was how it went until we arrived at another town. It seemed that here, another woman would be coming aboard.
However, first came a hot meal and a good night's sleep at the inn; later, we greeted the next day's morn.
In the middle of the morning, as I wondered what sort of person this new passenger would turn out to be, I caught a strange scent inside the moving coach.
"...I wonder what this scent is?"
"Medicine."
"Medicine...?"
"Numerous alchemists live in this town. Apparently the woman we're picking up collects them."
Miller, executioner, shepherd—she used all these words with the same tone she used for witch and alchemist.
Eve spoke in a jesting tone as if she was frightening a child, but when I saw my master make a sound of admiration through her nose, I was a bit disappointed.
"Rare or not, there'll be enough of those scents in Nyohhira to make you sick of them."
"Eh, is that so?"
"Nyohhira is a famous land of springs. In those mountains, there are baths everywhere the eye can see. Just picture a bathtub as large as a lake. The whole place smells much like this."
Of course, I found this a rather dubious claim, but my master seemed to take it in as the honest truth.
This time, just as Eve desired, I held my tongue and let my thoughts wander.
However, if there was a bathtub as large as a lake, who on earth would bathe in it...?
Naturally I thought it had to be an exaggeration.
And as the carriage came to a large turn in the road, it gently came to a stop.
The driver descended from his seat, checking someone's name outside. With things apparently cleared up without delay, there was a gentle knock on the wooden door of the carriage.
"Aye." Eve made a curt reply and respectfully opened the door.
There stood the woman who seemed to be a legendary witch.
"I am Dian Rubens. You may call me Diana." She smiled as her glossy black hair swayed slightly.
This woman had a different air about her than Eve or my master.
She sat on the same side as my master, keeping that faint smile on her face as she directed her radiant gaze out the window.
Reluctantly, I curled around my master's feet, but I continued to glance up at the woman intermittently, taking notice of matters overhead.
My master was sneaking sideways glances at Diana, as was Eve.


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As my master spoke, Eve made what was clearly a strained smile.
"Hmph. Quite some nerve she has, calling us here like this."
Eve gazed outside once more, but this time she seemed to be actually looking outside.
"Using me as an errand girl for them takes no small amount of courage in itself. Can you believe it? There's going to be three more women riding that wagon to Nyohhira with us."
"Oh!"
"Shocking, isn't it? I'm quite wrathful over it. That horse-drawn wagon behind me is full of valuable clothing and jewels. You're Norah, right? You can borrow whatever you like and dress up however you please."
Eve made a sadistic smile that seemed to suit her very well as she spoke.
It was no surprise my master's smile seemed a little conflicted. After all, my master has no interest in any male besides myself.
However, after seeming to think about it a while, she stared at the tip of my nose before lifting up her gaze to speak. "Even sheep must not be pampered all the time, you see."
The wolflike woman gave my master a grin.
I was rather taken aback with shock, thinking back to that sheep while atop my master's lap, and made a guffaw with a sigh.
Though the old uncertainties of travel presented themselves, the carriage and clothing Eve had prepared were extravagant indeed, napping in the carriage might have been more comfortable than that drafty old church.
My master is constitutionally hardier than she looks; Eve seemed to admire that as well.
Though there was no conversation to speak of, the atmosphere was not particularly ill, and I was able to nap on my master's lap quite a bit, too.
This was how it went until we arrived at another town. It seemed that here, another woman would be coming aboard.
However, first came a hot meal and a good night's sleep at the inn; later, we greeted the next day's morn.
In the middle of the morning, as I wondered what sort of person this new passenger would turn out to be, I caught a strange scent inside the moving coach.
"...I wonder what this scent is?"
"Medicine."
"Medicine...?"
"Numerous alchemists live in this town. Apparently the woman we're picking up collects them."
Miller, executioner, shepherd—she used all these words with the same tone she used for witch and alchemist.
Eve spoke in a jesting tone as if she was frightening a child, but when I saw my master make a sound of admiration through her nose, I was a bit disappointed.
"Rare or not, there'll be enough of those scents in Nyohhira to make you sick of them."
"Eh, is that so?"
"Nyohhira is a famous land of springs. In those mountains, there are baths everywhere the eye can see. Just picture a bathtub as large as a lake. The whole place smells much like this."
Of course, I found this a rather dubious claim, but my master seemed to take it in as the honest truth.
This time, just as Eve desired, I held my tongue and let my thoughts wander.
However, if there was a bathtub as large as a lake, who on earth would bathe in it...?
Naturally I thought it had to be an exaggeration.
And as the carriage came to a large turn in the road, it gently came to a stop.
The driver descended from his seat, checking someone's name outside. With things apparently cleared up without delay, there was a gentle knock on the wooden door of the carriage.
"Aye." Eve made a curt reply and respectfully opened the door.
There stood the woman who seemed to be a legendary witch.
"I am Dian Rubens. You may call me Diana." She smiled as her glossy black hair swayed slightly.
This woman had a different air about her than Eve or my master.
She sat on the same side as my master, keeping that faint smile on her face as she directed her radiant gaze out the window.
Reluctantly, I curled around my master's feet, but I continued to glance up at the woman intermittently, taking notice of matters overhead.
My master was sneaking sideways glances at Diana, as was Eve.

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"Incidentally..." It was Diana, who seemed like a pitch-black raven, who lit the spark.
"Are the two of you friends, I wonder?"
At first glance, her calm, smiling face and demeanor displayed what looked like a gentle personality.
However, my nose told me that this bird was closer to Eve than my master.
Eve, making a bored face and giving Diana a characteristically ill-mannered look, rested her chin upon her hand as she spoke. "Does it look like that to you?"
"Not really." Diana's expression did not falter whatsoever as she turned her still-smiling face toward my master. "It's just, I could hardly believe that man capable enough to handle more than one more liaison, so you must be friends, I thought."
Those words made my master nearly smile. Somehow she suppressed it, but one threatened to break out at any moment as she turned toward Eve.
"I must agree on that point."
"But of course." As Diana tilted her head with a mirthful smile, her hair, so dark that it shimmered, made a sound as she brushed it. Both Eve's hair and my master's was splendid gold in color, but neither made the slightest move to copy her. Pitiably, though I have black hair myself, I have no skills to compare.
"I myself found it rather mysterious seeing you, I should say," said Eve.
Diana chuckled. "You could say that...I am their elder in terms of life experience, perhaps."
***
Eve raised an eyebrow a little as she looked at Diana. One might say she was intensively scrutinizing the other party's words, but even while thinking of something, she did not show a single opening.
For her part, my master tucked her chin a bit, just like when sensing the wind coming from an odd direction across a meadow.
"Are either of you married?"
Eve made a small laugh at the question, sitting up and raising both hands up to shoulder level.
"I'm busy with financial matters."
"Heh." Diana expressed no surprise as she made a small laugh that seemed very typical of her, shifting her gaze to my master, who made a nervous smile.
"People in town have made advances, but..."
"Really?" As Diana spoke, she shifted her gaze onto me. "Not because you got in the way?"
Why—this woman! I made a short cry and met my master's eyes.
"Certainly he's always been protecting me." My master petted my head, then cradled it with both hands. "Right, Enek?"
"Woof." Of course, I answered, but my master made a somewhat lonely face.
Yes, of course I understood why.
My master was vibrant and full of life each and every day, but I was the opposite.
My prime as a sheepdog was probably five years ago now. I would have liked to say I had a mountain of time left, but indeed, it was all too brief.
"So, you do have a husband, then?"
Diana lifted her gaze from me in response to Eve's words. "I did once."
The curt reply, given without hesitation, seemed to be as far as she would look back and scratch at the old memory.
And yet, when Diana, who had a particularly dubious air all about her, placed her snow-white hand on her chest, she made a face like a girl reminiscing about secrets from the night before as she spoke.
"So, when they came to my town, I had more excitement than I'd had in years. Was it like that for you?"
With that, her gaze moved to both Eve and my master. Both glanced at each other's face, making strained smiles together.
"Does annoyance count as part of excitement?" said Eve.
"If excitement includes envy enough to dazzle the eyes," said my master.
Diana's face showed a bit of surprise at both of their answers, finally breaking into a pleasant smile. This was not the resolute mask of before, but something more natural. "Heh-heh. So in the end, you got called over here, too. That's just, oh..."
"Annoying."
"I'm envious."
As both finished the sentence, like a ripple, all three of them smiled.
"But I think that innocent charm might put them in a tough spot."
"Only one of them will be in a tough spot, I assure you." Eve made a knowing smile as she spoke, and the two others indeed giggled and smiled.


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"Incidentally..." It was Diana, who seemed like a pitch-black raven, who lit the spark.
"Are the two of you friends, I wonder?"
At first glance, her calm, smiling face and demeanor displayed what looked like a gentle personality.
However, my nose told me that this bird was closer to Eve than my master.
Eve, making a bored face and giving Diana a characteristically ill-mannered look, rested her chin upon her hand as she spoke. "Does it look like that to you?"
"Not really." Diana's expression did not falter whatsoever as she turned her still-smiling face toward my master. "It's just, I could hardly believe that man capable enough to handle more than one more liaison, so you must be friends, I thought."
Those words made my master nearly smile. Somehow she suppressed it, but one threatened to break out at any moment as she turned toward Eve.
"I must agree on that point."
"But of course." As Diana tilted her head with a mirthful smile, her hair, so dark that it shimmered, made a sound as she brushed it. Both Eve's hair and my master's was splendid gold in color, but neither made the slightest move to copy her. Pitiably, though I have black hair myself, I have no skills to compare.
"I myself found it rather mysterious seeing you, I should say," said Eve.
Diana chuckled. "You could say that...I am their elder in terms of life experience, perhaps."
***
Eve raised an eyebrow a little as she looked at Diana. One might say she was intensively scrutinizing the other party's words, but even while thinking of something, she did not show a single opening.
For her part, my master tucked her chin a bit, just like when sensing the wind coming from an odd direction across a meadow.
"Are either of you married?"
Eve made a small laugh at the question, sitting up and raising both hands up to shoulder level.
"I'm busy with financial matters."
"Heh." Diana expressed no surprise as she made a small laugh that seemed very typical of her, shifting her gaze to my master, who made a nervous smile.
"People in town have made advances, but..."
"Really?" As Diana spoke, she shifted her gaze onto me. "Not because you got in the way?"
Why—this woman! I made a short cry and met my master's eyes.
"Certainly he's always been protecting me." My master petted my head, then cradled it with both hands. "Right, Enek?"
"Woof." Of course, I answered, but my master made a somewhat lonely face.
Yes, of course I understood why.
My master was vibrant and full of life each and every day, but I was the opposite.
My prime as a sheepdog was probably five years ago now. I would have liked to say I had a mountain of time left, but indeed, it was all too brief.
"So, you do have a husband, then?"
Diana lifted her gaze from me in response to Eve's words. "I did once."
The curt reply, given without hesitation, seemed to be as far as she would look back and scratch at the old memory.
And yet, when Diana, who had a particularly dubious air all about her, placed her snow-white hand on her chest, she made a face like a girl reminiscing about secrets from the night before as she spoke.
"So, when they came to my town, I had more excitement than I'd had in years. Was it like that for you?"
With that, her gaze moved to both Eve and my master. Both glanced at each other's face, making strained smiles together.
"Does annoyance count as part of excitement?" said Eve.
"If excitement includes envy enough to dazzle the eyes," said my master.
Diana's face showed a bit of surprise at both of their answers, finally breaking into a pleasant smile. This was not the resolute mask of before, but something more natural. "Heh-heh. So in the end, you got called over here, too. That's just, oh..."
"Annoying."
"I'm envious."
As both finished the sentence, like a ripple, all three of them smiled.
"But I think that innocent charm might put them in a tough spot."
"Only one of them will be in a tough spot, I assure you." Eve made a knowing smile as she spoke, and the two others indeed giggled and smiled.

Output:
"But that's why I find their having a proper ceremony to be rather unexpected." Diana pulled a sealed letter out of a purse.
It was just like the letter my master had received. When she had opened her own copy of that letter, she had looked like nothing so much as a moth who had strayed too close to an open flame.
"Ha-ha. I thought the same thing! It seemed too embarrassing for them to actually do."
"Very much so. I'm all for being decisive, but to call us here, too..."
"And there's two more guests after this?"
As my master asked, Eve made a happy-sounding sigh. "Yes. He's a complete fool of a man."
"A fool of a man, yes, that expression fits perfectly."
As Diana nodded, my master's words turned timidly toward her. "Ah, incidentally, as their senior in life matters, what conversations have you had with them?"
I lifted my head without thinking, for I thought it a question very unlike my master to ask.
Even so, and in spite of my master's rather timid tone, her face betrayed great interest. In spite of her never setting one foot into the women's banter back in town, my master was indeed just at the right age for it.
"You want to hear?" A dubious smile came over Diana.
"We have plenty of time." As Eve replied with a leer, she and my master both leaned their light figures forward.
"This is a tale of love known to precious few in my town..."
As Diana began her tale with those words, as a knight, the atmosphere within the carriage suddenly became distinctly uncomfortable.
There was time. There was also wine. Oh, and plenty of snacks for those noisy girls, too.
They laughed, they were aghast, they sometimes smiled, sometimes grew angry, or perhaps simply interested, as they immersed themselves in the tale.
Though none of them were children, and Eve and Diana did not look like the sorts to engage in such frivolous conversation, they all behaved very much like adolescent maidens. My master positively never interrupted, taking sips of wine, which she had taken a fondness to of late, as she participated in the conversation to a rather shocking extent. Regretfully, I had no desire to venture my opinion of who was behaving most like a silly maiden here.
Like a dog who continued to gnaw on a bone he had been given for five or even ten days, they continued the conversation nonstop as they left the town, with things finally calming down when they stopped for a while to take breakfast.
Eve, whose throat rang out with such laughter that it made her shoulders quiver like that of a wild beast, said she had exhausted herself laughing and left the carriage, moving to the wagon with the luggage. Since the rays of the sun were warm and there was no wind at all, she probably just wanted a nap.
Or maybe she had pulled a stomach muscle from bragging so hard.
It was apparent she held more than a few feelings for that stupid man.
Perhaps she used the words fool of a man to reflect upon the matter—to chew over that particular bone in her own way.
For her part, my left-behind master was sitting on her seat, audibly fanning her own face. Perhaps one could get drunk on conversation as much as on wine. The story Diana told was of how, in spite of clearly looking like a couple to everyone else, their lack of honesty with themselves about it resulted in a third party challenging him to what was essentially a duel.
When the pair had met us, we came under the impression they had been settled together for some time, but apparently that wolf had been much more of a fool than I had expected. Otherwise, would she have played the innocent sheep gripped by hesitation while mere wolves attacked?
At any rate, the man who had challenged him to a duel ran all about the town in his best efforts to win, with the resulting circus kicking up a completely unnecessary uproar.


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"But that's why I find their having a proper ceremony to be rather unexpected." Diana pulled a sealed letter out of a purse.
It was just like the letter my master had received. When she had opened her own copy of that letter, she had looked like nothing so much as a moth who had strayed too close to an open flame.
"Ha-ha. I thought the same thing! It seemed too embarrassing for them to actually do."
"Very much so. I'm all for being decisive, but to call us here, too..."
"And there's two more guests after this?"
As my master asked, Eve made a happy-sounding sigh. "Yes. He's a complete fool of a man."
"A fool of a man, yes, that expression fits perfectly."
As Diana nodded, my master's words turned timidly toward her. "Ah, incidentally, as their senior in life matters, what conversations have you had with them?"
I lifted my head without thinking, for I thought it a question very unlike my master to ask.
Even so, and in spite of my master's rather timid tone, her face betrayed great interest. In spite of her never setting one foot into the women's banter back in town, my master was indeed just at the right age for it.
"You want to hear?" A dubious smile came over Diana.
"We have plenty of time." As Eve replied with a leer, she and my master both leaned their light figures forward.
"This is a tale of love known to precious few in my town..."
As Diana began her tale with those words, as a knight, the atmosphere within the carriage suddenly became distinctly uncomfortable.
There was time. There was also wine. Oh, and plenty of snacks for those noisy girls, too.
They laughed, they were aghast, they sometimes smiled, sometimes grew angry, or perhaps simply interested, as they immersed themselves in the tale.
Though none of them were children, and Eve and Diana did not look like the sorts to engage in such frivolous conversation, they all behaved very much like adolescent maidens. My master positively never interrupted, taking sips of wine, which she had taken a fondness to of late, as she participated in the conversation to a rather shocking extent. Regretfully, I had no desire to venture my opinion of who was behaving most like a silly maiden here.
Like a dog who continued to gnaw on a bone he had been given for five or even ten days, they continued the conversation nonstop as they left the town, with things finally calming down when they stopped for a while to take breakfast.
Eve, whose throat rang out with such laughter that it made her shoulders quiver like that of a wild beast, said she had exhausted herself laughing and left the carriage, moving to the wagon with the luggage. Since the rays of the sun were warm and there was no wind at all, she probably just wanted a nap.
Or maybe she had pulled a stomach muscle from bragging so hard.
It was apparent she held more than a few feelings for that stupid man.
Perhaps she used the words fool of a man to reflect upon the matter—to chew over that particular bone in her own way.
For her part, my left-behind master was sitting on her seat, audibly fanning her own face. Perhaps one could get drunk on conversation as much as on wine. The story Diana told was of how, in spite of clearly looking like a couple to everyone else, their lack of honesty with themselves about it resulted in a third party challenging him to what was essentially a duel.
When the pair had met us, we came under the impression they had been settled together for some time, but apparently that wolf had been much more of a fool than I had expected. Otherwise, would she have played the innocent sheep gripped by hesitation while mere wolves attacked?
At any rate, the man who had challenged him to a duel ran all about the town in his best efforts to win, with the resulting circus kicking up a completely unnecessary uproar.

Output:
In spite of their ages—and this went for the prior discussion too—the carriages's passengers displayed intense interest, or perhaps amusement, in the parts that seemed sweeter even than the dreams of maidens.
As I preferred savory things, just listening to these tales made my ears itch, but so long as my master was enjoying herself, I was content.
So musing, I let myself casually lay down on the floor.
My master, drunk on wine and conversation, had been audibly fanning over her breast for a while.
The wooden shutter of the carriage was open, letting a refreshing breeze in through it.
It was a quiet time, with the only sound being the rattling sound of the carriage wheels.
"Goodness, it's really quite something."
"Oh?" my master asked back, hastily pulling her hand away from her collar. She must have mistaken the words as criticism of indecent behavior.
"Those two, I mean."
"Ahh..." As Diana smiled, my master returned her expression in apparent relief, adding, "That's true."
"But I do find myself envious..."
"Oh, really?" The wine must have been hitting my master, for her lips had been loosened considerably.
Diana, viewing this as a good opportunity, continued speaking. "I'd think you'd be able to find plenty of good matches. I'm sure you have more than a few matchmakers trying to meddle?"
After pondering this for a bit, she made a strained smile.
"And yet—?" Diana was not asking in earnest. She posed the question while busily pouring wine into her own cup out of the casket Eve had left behind.
But perhaps that gave the question just the right seasoning.
My master leaned back into her seat, raising her chin and narrowing her eyes as if a little hot, and took her time thinking about it. "None of them seemed quite right."
Certainly, my master was currently like a loosened cord, but even so, that answer struck me as rather surprising. I had been sure she was going to brush off the whole subject.
"May I...speak to you about him, then?"
At that, my master drew her chin back a bit and lowered her gaze. My eyes met with hers as the corners of my master's lips made something like a faint smile. "It's not Mr. Lawrence, you know."
Then she leaned back in her seat once more. Even though she was on very good terms with the townspeople, my master was still someone from the outside. Moreover, she was always at the church—always a step removed from society. Drinking wine and letting her guard down simply did not happen. Usually she remained guarded, keeping her distance.
After all, I was the only one who voiced gentle complaints and told her when she was being silly; when happy, fun things happened to her, I was the first one she told.
Thus my confidence was not without basis.
"Then, it really is him?"
Diana struck right at the heart of the matter.
But my master gazed absentmindedly at the ceiling, as if not hearing her words whatsoever. It was not that I lacked confidence, but even so her lack of a reply was making me nervous.
It was right when I lifted up my head, wondering if my master might have fallen asleep.
"It's not that I wish Enek were human."
My body stiffened in shock.
I did not know how I should have taken those words.
"Did I mention that I was a shepherd?"
"I heard as much during our introductions."
"Ah, right...Er...So you see, Enek has been with me the whole time...And it's thanks to him that we were able to overcome so much...But still, I don't wish him to be a human."
A shepherd was said to be an alien entity to a townsperson, the offspring of man and beast. Was it all right, then, to say something like this so lightly in front of someone she did not know well?
I was concerned for my master, but as she leaned back with her chin held high, she lazily changed the direction of her face.
"Miss Diana...You're the same as Miss Holo, aren't you?"
I was the one taken by surprise.


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Input:
In spite of their ages—and this went for the prior discussion too—the carriages's passengers displayed intense interest, or perhaps amusement, in the parts that seemed sweeter even than the dreams of maidens.
As I preferred savory things, just listening to these tales made my ears itch, but so long as my master was enjoying herself, I was content.
So musing, I let myself casually lay down on the floor.
My master, drunk on wine and conversation, had been audibly fanning over her breast for a while.
The wooden shutter of the carriage was open, letting a refreshing breeze in through it.
It was a quiet time, with the only sound being the rattling sound of the carriage wheels.
"Goodness, it's really quite something."
"Oh?" my master asked back, hastily pulling her hand away from her collar. She must have mistaken the words as criticism of indecent behavior.
"Those two, I mean."
"Ahh..." As Diana smiled, my master returned her expression in apparent relief, adding, "That's true."
"But I do find myself envious..."
"Oh, really?" The wine must have been hitting my master, for her lips had been loosened considerably.
Diana, viewing this as a good opportunity, continued speaking. "I'd think you'd be able to find plenty of good matches. I'm sure you have more than a few matchmakers trying to meddle?"
After pondering this for a bit, she made a strained smile.
"And yet—?" Diana was not asking in earnest. She posed the question while busily pouring wine into her own cup out of the casket Eve had left behind.
But perhaps that gave the question just the right seasoning.
My master leaned back into her seat, raising her chin and narrowing her eyes as if a little hot, and took her time thinking about it. "None of them seemed quite right."
Certainly, my master was currently like a loosened cord, but even so, that answer struck me as rather surprising. I had been sure she was going to brush off the whole subject.
"May I...speak to you about him, then?"
At that, my master drew her chin back a bit and lowered her gaze. My eyes met with hers as the corners of my master's lips made something like a faint smile. "It's not Mr. Lawrence, you know."
Then she leaned back in her seat once more. Even though she was on very good terms with the townspeople, my master was still someone from the outside. Moreover, she was always at the church—always a step removed from society. Drinking wine and letting her guard down simply did not happen. Usually she remained guarded, keeping her distance.
After all, I was the only one who voiced gentle complaints and told her when she was being silly; when happy, fun things happened to her, I was the first one she told.
Thus my confidence was not without basis.
"Then, it really is him?"
Diana struck right at the heart of the matter.
But my master gazed absentmindedly at the ceiling, as if not hearing her words whatsoever. It was not that I lacked confidence, but even so her lack of a reply was making me nervous.
It was right when I lifted up my head, wondering if my master might have fallen asleep.
"It's not that I wish Enek were human."
My body stiffened in shock.
I did not know how I should have taken those words.
"Did I mention that I was a shepherd?"
"I heard as much during our introductions."
"Ah, right...Er...So you see, Enek has been with me the whole time...And it's thanks to him that we were able to overcome so much...But still, I don't wish him to be a human."
A shepherd was said to be an alien entity to a townsperson, the offspring of man and beast. Was it all right, then, to say something like this so lightly in front of someone she did not know well?
I was concerned for my master, but as she leaned back with her chin held high, she lazily changed the direction of her face.
"Miss Diana...You're the same as Miss Holo, aren't you?"
I was the one taken by surprise.

Output:
It was a manner of speech rich with implication. They seemed to have both delivered verbal jabs to the other, but as my master laughed, she composed her face and gently closed her eyes.
"So you might have supposed that my thinking to bringing Enek with me was in that sense."
"In that sense." Diana spoke curtly without a single hint of question.
My master, her eyes still closed, made a somewhat embarrassed-looking smile.
"Yes, in that sense."
"And? Did you imagine that if you asked the great wisewolf, she just might give you the answer?"
I heard all too clearly something very difficult to listen to. Indeed, it was myself whose composure was disturbed, but my master, less perturbed than when listening to confessions by the townspeople, calmly replied, "I will do no such thing." Then, she made a somewhat malicious-looking smile, a true rarity for her. "I think, if I did ask, it would put a genuinely conflicted look on her face."
I remembered back to just after the gold-smuggling uproar.
From my perspective, this seemed like childishness quite inappropriate for both their ages.
"Why, then?" Diana asked.
This time, my master replied with only the slightest hesitation. "I wanted to see them again."
"Just to see them?"
As Diana bounced the words back, my master slowly opened her eyelids, sitting up and looking me over.
I knew this as her cue for "come," so I got up and put my forepaws on top of her lap.
"Just to meet them." My master took my paws in her hands, teasingly moving them up and down.
Diana stared squarely at her, but my master did not return the gaze.
Grasping my head, my master pulled a lip aside with a finger and said "grrr" to me as she grinned.
"People don't come to church because they expect God to solve all their problems." With no apparent concern, she said something that I doubt would have come from even my fang-filled mouth. "But people come to church nonetheless."
My master removed her hand from my head and patted on her lap. When she said, "Come on up," I could not refuse.
Though I was somewhat reserved about it, I hopped up onto my master's lap and licked her face.
"I can't really put it in words, though."
"No, I understand very well." Diana reached out with her hand and stroked the back of my neck.
It was nice, I thought, to have a change of pace from my master's usual way of stroking.
"It's been several decades since I left the town I was in. But yes...I think of it like a pilgrimage. It's surely the same for Lady Eve, who's far more wolfish than even the wisewolf herself."
To call that a lady meant she must really have been quite something.
"To think, having to go together to a church like this." Diana laughed. I wondered who she was laughing at? The pair of fools we had been discussing? Or my master and I? Or perhaps, at her past self? "This really is quite fun."
Apparently, all of them.
Diana proposed drinking more wine, but my master objected as she looked out the window.
There was a grassland there that seemed infinite, continuing for God only knew how far.
The long winter was over. Grass was sprouting; trees were budding. It was a very fine season.
However, in the end, there were such scenes everywhere we went; they seemed to extend throughout the whole of the world. No doubt these were thoughts shared by many of those who left town walls behind on long journeys.
Even so, it made meeting a couple like that one possible someday.
With that, my master had been able to take the decisive first step.
Like a crab, she suddenly realized that it really was possible to move forward in the world.
My master probably treasured me more than anyone else in the world.
But I was a dog, and my master was a human. No matter how favorably the townspeople regarded my master, she was a stranger, someone who had arrived from the outside. How we had lived ever since was all an extension of that distinction.


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Input:
It was a manner of speech rich with implication. They seemed to have both delivered verbal jabs to the other, but as my master laughed, she composed her face and gently closed her eyes.
"So you might have supposed that my thinking to bringing Enek with me was in that sense."
"In that sense." Diana spoke curtly without a single hint of question.
My master, her eyes still closed, made a somewhat embarrassed-looking smile.
"Yes, in that sense."
"And? Did you imagine that if you asked the great wisewolf, she just might give you the answer?"
I heard all too clearly something very difficult to listen to. Indeed, it was myself whose composure was disturbed, but my master, less perturbed than when listening to confessions by the townspeople, calmly replied, "I will do no such thing." Then, she made a somewhat malicious-looking smile, a true rarity for her. "I think, if I did ask, it would put a genuinely conflicted look on her face."
I remembered back to just after the gold-smuggling uproar.
From my perspective, this seemed like childishness quite inappropriate for both their ages.
"Why, then?" Diana asked.
This time, my master replied with only the slightest hesitation. "I wanted to see them again."
"Just to see them?"
As Diana bounced the words back, my master slowly opened her eyelids, sitting up and looking me over.
I knew this as her cue for "come," so I got up and put my forepaws on top of her lap.
"Just to meet them." My master took my paws in her hands, teasingly moving them up and down.
Diana stared squarely at her, but my master did not return the gaze.
Grasping my head, my master pulled a lip aside with a finger and said "grrr" to me as she grinned.
"People don't come to church because they expect God to solve all their problems." With no apparent concern, she said something that I doubt would have come from even my fang-filled mouth. "But people come to church nonetheless."
My master removed her hand from my head and patted on her lap. When she said, "Come on up," I could not refuse.
Though I was somewhat reserved about it, I hopped up onto my master's lap and licked her face.
"I can't really put it in words, though."
"No, I understand very well." Diana reached out with her hand and stroked the back of my neck.
It was nice, I thought, to have a change of pace from my master's usual way of stroking.
"It's been several decades since I left the town I was in. But yes...I think of it like a pilgrimage. It's surely the same for Lady Eve, who's far more wolfish than even the wisewolf herself."
To call that a lady meant she must really have been quite something.
"To think, having to go together to a church like this." Diana laughed. I wondered who she was laughing at? The pair of fools we had been discussing? Or my master and I? Or perhaps, at her past self? "This really is quite fun."
Apparently, all of them.
Diana proposed drinking more wine, but my master objected as she looked out the window.
There was a grassland there that seemed infinite, continuing for God only knew how far.
The long winter was over. Grass was sprouting; trees were budding. It was a very fine season.
However, in the end, there were such scenes everywhere we went; they seemed to extend throughout the whole of the world. No doubt these were thoughts shared by many of those who left town walls behind on long journeys.
Even so, it made meeting a couple like that one possible someday.
With that, my master had been able to take the decisive first step.
Like a crab, she suddenly realized that it really was possible to move forward in the world.
My master probably treasured me more than anyone else in the world.
But I was a dog, and my master was a human. No matter how favorably the townspeople regarded my master, she was a stranger, someone who had arrived from the outside. How we had lived ever since was all an extension of that distinction.

Output:
What seemed to slowly tighten around my body was likely what they call common sense. But if push came to shove, those two did not mind breaking all the rules.
Their existence together was the very incarnation of that mad notion.
I drew in a deep breath as my master embraced me.
I could not embrace her body in return.
All I could do was lick her cheek.
"Those two, having a marriage ceremony...," Diana mumbled as she drank her wine. "It makes me want to laugh."
My master laughed again, too, and I barked for good measure.
It was several days later that we arrived at a small village and the other two women joined us in the carriage.
One was a strict-looking woman priest whose personality ran in yet another direction from Eve's; the other was a traveling silversmith.
The temperature in the carriage had already been plenty.
Now that there were five of them, each with their own relationship to that couple, it seemed like the talk was never going to end.
In the midst of it, I would sometimes get down from the carriage and walk, riding on the luggage wagon's roof at other times.
It was good to be alone once in a while.
But since I went back to sleep in my master's arms every night, perhaps I was in no position to laugh at that man.
But just as meeting me and my master was miraculous, there was no mistake that their journey had brought various miracles to others just like us. Had that not been the case, I would not have been in that carriage, listening to the high-pitched exclamations and laughter within it.
It seemed of great import to the people concerned, but given Diana's story, I could explain it thus.
They were searching for a rainbow.
But it was this place, right where they stood, that was the end of the rainbow.
As a dog, I believed this to be a rather profound notion.
I had some regret that I was unable to share the thought, but perhaps such a thing was simply unnecessary.
"Enek!" As the carriage stopped for a break, my master stepped down and called my name.
Perhaps, just as belongings made one hesitate in the face of a journey, the capacity to speak made one hesitate in the face of conversation.
Yet in spite of that, the things one needed to do were very few.
It was good for that stupid couple to realize that truth.
I sighed, paused, and barked a sharp woof.
Then, I ran to my beloved master's side as fast as my legs could take me.
***
Lawrence's head hurt.
Though at first he had said it as a mere what-if, he felt like he really did have a headache.
The cause was crystal clear.
It was the letters Holo had sent out.
They were addressed to Norah and Eve and others they had met on their journeys—all women.
The contents: We're having a banquet, so come during the St. Alzeuri spring festival.
Furthermore, he had first learned of the letters when Holo handed them over, already written, saying, "I shall leave the males to you."
At the time, he might still have been able to catch up to the traveling merchant she had handed the letters to.
But had he done that, he would have had to face Holo's imperious wrath.
From all his experiences with Holo until now, she always had a reason when she did something like this.
Furthermore, given her cleverness, it was highly likely she had armed herself with sound, logical arguments with which to display the righteousness of her cause. The point was, at times like these, she was often already beyond the point where she could still be swayed.
All Lawrence could do was to try and figure out if he had stepped on Holo's tail at some point, had invited Holo's displeasure without realizing it, or she simply had a bee in her bonnet.
Regardless of the outcome of such thoughts, all he could do was pray for the grace of God.
When one considered that if there were gods here in the mountains that would hear his prayer, there were only those with dignified, large, triangular wolf ears and splendidly furred tails—like Holo.
But when Wisewolf Holo herself had a bone to pick, she was implacable.


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Input:
What seemed to slowly tighten around my body was likely what they call common sense. But if push came to shove, those two did not mind breaking all the rules.
Their existence together was the very incarnation of that mad notion.
I drew in a deep breath as my master embraced me.
I could not embrace her body in return.
All I could do was lick her cheek.
"Those two, having a marriage ceremony...," Diana mumbled as she drank her wine. "It makes me want to laugh."
My master laughed again, too, and I barked for good measure.
It was several days later that we arrived at a small village and the other two women joined us in the carriage.
One was a strict-looking woman priest whose personality ran in yet another direction from Eve's; the other was a traveling silversmith.
The temperature in the carriage had already been plenty.
Now that there were five of them, each with their own relationship to that couple, it seemed like the talk was never going to end.
In the midst of it, I would sometimes get down from the carriage and walk, riding on the luggage wagon's roof at other times.
It was good to be alone once in a while.
But since I went back to sleep in my master's arms every night, perhaps I was in no position to laugh at that man.
But just as meeting me and my master was miraculous, there was no mistake that their journey had brought various miracles to others just like us. Had that not been the case, I would not have been in that carriage, listening to the high-pitched exclamations and laughter within it.
It seemed of great import to the people concerned, but given Diana's story, I could explain it thus.
They were searching for a rainbow.
But it was this place, right where they stood, that was the end of the rainbow.
As a dog, I believed this to be a rather profound notion.
I had some regret that I was unable to share the thought, but perhaps such a thing was simply unnecessary.
"Enek!" As the carriage stopped for a break, my master stepped down and called my name.
Perhaps, just as belongings made one hesitate in the face of a journey, the capacity to speak made one hesitate in the face of conversation.
Yet in spite of that, the things one needed to do were very few.
It was good for that stupid couple to realize that truth.
I sighed, paused, and barked a sharp woof.
Then, I ran to my beloved master's side as fast as my legs could take me.
***
Lawrence's head hurt.
Though at first he had said it as a mere what-if, he felt like he really did have a headache.
The cause was crystal clear.
It was the letters Holo had sent out.
They were addressed to Norah and Eve and others they had met on their journeys—all women.
The contents: We're having a banquet, so come during the St. Alzeuri spring festival.
Furthermore, he had first learned of the letters when Holo handed them over, already written, saying, "I shall leave the males to you."
At the time, he might still have been able to catch up to the traveling merchant she had handed the letters to.
But had he done that, he would have had to face Holo's imperious wrath.
From all his experiences with Holo until now, she always had a reason when she did something like this.
Furthermore, given her cleverness, it was highly likely she had armed herself with sound, logical arguments with which to display the righteousness of her cause. The point was, at times like these, she was often already beyond the point where she could still be swayed.
All Lawrence could do was to try and figure out if he had stepped on Holo's tail at some point, had invited Holo's displeasure without realizing it, or she simply had a bee in her bonnet.
Regardless of the outcome of such thoughts, all he could do was pray for the grace of God.
When one considered that if there were gods here in the mountains that would hear his prayer, there were only those with dignified, large, triangular wolf ears and splendidly furred tails—like Holo.
But when Wisewolf Holo herself had a bone to pick, she was implacable.

Output:
Retracing Holo's steps from when he had received the letter from her, Lawrence walked along the snow-covered path, heading away from the building under construction.
He had planned to complete all of the roof construction by autumn of that year, thinking he would set up enough interior decoration to make heads spin during winter and begin receiving guests once the snows melted in spring, but everything had fallen behind schedule. There apparently had been a war in the plains to the south, causing many enthusiastic traveling craftsmen to head off for the front. Also, a large trading ship belonging to his lender for the construction funds had run aground, sustaining heavy damage, and heavy snow came earlier than most years, hindering his procurement of supplies.
The last three years had taught him that he could not expect everything to go smoothly, even here at the far edges of the world of trade.
Even so, keeping the main building construction on schedule was sometimes thanks to Holo's power and, beyond that, to the combined aid of everyone whose trust they had gained over the course of their long journey.
As a rival business was due to open in the summer, he wanted to be first if at all possible.
That was why he intended to hold a grand opening for his much-yearned-for establishment in the spring.
The plan had been to hold it a little after the festival of St. Alzeuri.
Among the acquaintances Lawrence had gained on his journey with Holo were people of status on a completely different scale than his own. Of course, he wanted to invite them all to his grand opening, but he could not very well force them to traverse snow-covered roads, for there would still be snow in the mountains during the festival of St. Alzeuri.
However, it was precisely the right time to invite those accustomed to snowy roads for a preopening celebration and those he was close to who did not dwell too great a distance away. It was in that sense, too, that Holo was well aware of the situation.
She was up to something.
Even if it was a simple prank or joke, the fees for even mere letters were hardly trivial.
The fee for Eve's letter was no doubt the highest. She was doing business in the great empire of the south; whatever dangerous bridges had to be crossed to get there, the town councils took care of all the preliminary duties, so the location of even a merchant in elite circles could be ascertained with certainty. Norah seemed to have headed east from Ruvinheigen to work in some town as a pastor; even getting a letter there required a nontrivial amount of money. Even though Diana and Elsa did not live quite that far away, Elsa lived in a small village, so Lawrence had his suspicions a letter would safely arrive there to begin with. In Fran's last correspondence with Lawrence, Elsa was showing her some things at her monastery, so she might still be in Elsa's village as well.
As he thought back, they were all very interesting people, but when he pictured Holo's letters bringing all of those women to meet in the same church at his very doorstep, Lawrence could not stop his face from going rigid.
Though his breaths brought in air cold enough that he could feel it in his lungs, the sigh he breathed out between the fingers covering his lips was a hot one.
"Gracious...What on earth is she thinking...?"
Even though he had been with her some six years, he still did not understand Holo.
They had had a big argument just earlier even.
He was not aware of there being a cause, per se, but he was well aware she was an unreasonable person.
He had the sense it was something about a tasteless meal.
He certainly understood that someone with Holo's personality had to blow off a little steam from time to time while living in this land in the middle of winter.
And though he thought it was stupid of him, he did consider making up after arguments to be an important thing.
"Ah, Mr. Lawrence?"


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Input:
Retracing Holo's steps from when he had received the letter from her, Lawrence walked along the snow-covered path, heading away from the building under construction.
He had planned to complete all of the roof construction by autumn of that year, thinking he would set up enough interior decoration to make heads spin during winter and begin receiving guests once the snows melted in spring, but everything had fallen behind schedule. There apparently had been a war in the plains to the south, causing many enthusiastic traveling craftsmen to head off for the front. Also, a large trading ship belonging to his lender for the construction funds had run aground, sustaining heavy damage, and heavy snow came earlier than most years, hindering his procurement of supplies.
The last three years had taught him that he could not expect everything to go smoothly, even here at the far edges of the world of trade.
Even so, keeping the main building construction on schedule was sometimes thanks to Holo's power and, beyond that, to the combined aid of everyone whose trust they had gained over the course of their long journey.
As a rival business was due to open in the summer, he wanted to be first if at all possible.
That was why he intended to hold a grand opening for his much-yearned-for establishment in the spring.
The plan had been to hold it a little after the festival of St. Alzeuri.
Among the acquaintances Lawrence had gained on his journey with Holo were people of status on a completely different scale than his own. Of course, he wanted to invite them all to his grand opening, but he could not very well force them to traverse snow-covered roads, for there would still be snow in the mountains during the festival of St. Alzeuri.
However, it was precisely the right time to invite those accustomed to snowy roads for a preopening celebration and those he was close to who did not dwell too great a distance away. It was in that sense, too, that Holo was well aware of the situation.
She was up to something.
Even if it was a simple prank or joke, the fees for even mere letters were hardly trivial.
The fee for Eve's letter was no doubt the highest. She was doing business in the great empire of the south; whatever dangerous bridges had to be crossed to get there, the town councils took care of all the preliminary duties, so the location of even a merchant in elite circles could be ascertained with certainty. Norah seemed to have headed east from Ruvinheigen to work in some town as a pastor; even getting a letter there required a nontrivial amount of money. Even though Diana and Elsa did not live quite that far away, Elsa lived in a small village, so Lawrence had his suspicions a letter would safely arrive there to begin with. In Fran's last correspondence with Lawrence, Elsa was showing her some things at her monastery, so she might still be in Elsa's village as well.
As he thought back, they were all very interesting people, but when he pictured Holo's letters bringing all of those women to meet in the same church at his very doorstep, Lawrence could not stop his face from going rigid.
Though his breaths brought in air cold enough that he could feel it in his lungs, the sigh he breathed out between the fingers covering his lips was a hot one.
"Gracious...What on earth is she thinking...?"
Even though he had been with her some six years, he still did not understand Holo.
They had had a big argument just earlier even.
He was not aware of there being a cause, per se, but he was well aware she was an unreasonable person.
He had the sense it was something about a tasteless meal.
He certainly understood that someone with Holo's personality had to blow off a little steam from time to time while living in this land in the middle of winter.
And though he thought it was stupid of him, he did consider making up after arguments to be an important thing.
"Ah, Mr. Lawrence?"

Output:
But as his features had been delicate since long ago, with the length of his hair tied in a tail even now, he looked every bit like a tall young woman. Col, who had been a wandering student when Lawrence had met him, waved Lawrence off with a hand, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat off his brow.
"Is it lunchtime already?"
"No, I wanted to ask you about this."
When Lawrence hoisted the letter he had received from Holo as he spoke, Col's face looked like he had just swallowed a fly. It seemed she really had asked Col to write the letter. There might have been only one or two other people in the entire region who could write in multiple languages with such calligraphy.
"She pretty much twisted my arm into writing it..."
"Oh, I'm not criticizing you for that. I'm sure Holo asked you because she thought you'd never refuse."
Col's hands were mismatched with his face, weathered from doing manual labor in summer and winter alike.
But open at Col's feet laid manuscripts copied and borrowed from the theologians and high-ranking clergymen who visited this land; Lawrence knew he recited and memorized them as he worked. Lawrence also knew that at night, he chewed on raw onions to fend off sleepiness as he studied.
After Col had parted ways with Lawrence and Holo, he had spent about two years traveling between churches and abbeys in every land before finally coming to work under Lawrence, but this absolutely did not mean he had given up on his dream from back then of walking the path of the clergyman. Once he learned Lawrence was setting up his own establishment here, he joined right in, saying it would kill two birds with one stone.
So far, Col's plans for discourse with intellectuals coming to this town from all over the world, difficult to meet anywhere else, had been a success. Lawrence understood from his own business dealings how Col benefited from forming connections with such esteemed company.
After all, no matter how busy such people were at home, when they came to this land, they had plenty of time to spare.
This was a secluded land deep in the mountains, well away from civilization.
It was said that this place, Nyohhira, was the only place war was unthinkable.
"More than that, I want to ask you about Holo's state when she made you write it."
"Miss Holo's...?"
"Yeah. Was she angry? Did she say anything?"
Though he was socially embarrassed to ask this of Col, a fine adult but maybe half his own age, this was far from the first time the boy had mediated in an argument between him and Holo.
Sometimes when Holo was being stubborn, she entrusted words to Col that she could not bring herself to say.
For that reason, Col should have known something, but this time he made a grave face.
"That's..."
"That's?"
"She was smiling."
Col said it like it was something he did not want to admit, like having seen a ghost in the mountains.
"Smiling?"
"Yes. Er, the addresses for these letters..."
"Yes. They're to the women Holo met on our journeys. Of course, you remember Elsa, but I'm sure you remember Eve, too, yes?"
Col made a rather pained smile as he recalled Eve, who seemed more of a wolf than Holo herself. But there was no ill will present, perhaps because she had treated Col very kindly, in her own way.
"For her to write those letters and send them against your wishes, I believe you must have done something to anger her, Mr. Lawrence, but..."
It was something Col had said often over the years.
Lawrence thought it exceedingly unfortunate that he had no proof to go with anything he might say in his own defense. "Er...but she's often smiling when she's really angry."
"Is that so? But I had the feeling she was genuinely smiling...I should say buoyant even..."
"Buoyant, you say?"
When Lawrence shot him a look of surprise, parroting back the words, Col tucked his chin in like a little girl, making a timid shrug of his shoulders as he nodded.


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Input:
But as his features had been delicate since long ago, with the length of his hair tied in a tail even now, he looked every bit like a tall young woman. Col, who had been a wandering student when Lawrence had met him, waved Lawrence off with a hand, grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat off his brow.
"Is it lunchtime already?"
"No, I wanted to ask you about this."
When Lawrence hoisted the letter he had received from Holo as he spoke, Col's face looked like he had just swallowed a fly. It seemed she really had asked Col to write the letter. There might have been only one or two other people in the entire region who could write in multiple languages with such calligraphy.
"She pretty much twisted my arm into writing it..."
"Oh, I'm not criticizing you for that. I'm sure Holo asked you because she thought you'd never refuse."
Col's hands were mismatched with his face, weathered from doing manual labor in summer and winter alike.
But open at Col's feet laid manuscripts copied and borrowed from the theologians and high-ranking clergymen who visited this land; Lawrence knew he recited and memorized them as he worked. Lawrence also knew that at night, he chewed on raw onions to fend off sleepiness as he studied.
After Col had parted ways with Lawrence and Holo, he had spent about two years traveling between churches and abbeys in every land before finally coming to work under Lawrence, but this absolutely did not mean he had given up on his dream from back then of walking the path of the clergyman. Once he learned Lawrence was setting up his own establishment here, he joined right in, saying it would kill two birds with one stone.
So far, Col's plans for discourse with intellectuals coming to this town from all over the world, difficult to meet anywhere else, had been a success. Lawrence understood from his own business dealings how Col benefited from forming connections with such esteemed company.
After all, no matter how busy such people were at home, when they came to this land, they had plenty of time to spare.
This was a secluded land deep in the mountains, well away from civilization.
It was said that this place, Nyohhira, was the only place war was unthinkable.
"More than that, I want to ask you about Holo's state when she made you write it."
"Miss Holo's...?"
"Yeah. Was she angry? Did she say anything?"
Though he was socially embarrassed to ask this of Col, a fine adult but maybe half his own age, this was far from the first time the boy had mediated in an argument between him and Holo.
Sometimes when Holo was being stubborn, she entrusted words to Col that she could not bring herself to say.
For that reason, Col should have known something, but this time he made a grave face.
"That's..."
"That's?"
"She was smiling."
Col said it like it was something he did not want to admit, like having seen a ghost in the mountains.
"Smiling?"
"Yes. Er, the addresses for these letters..."
"Yes. They're to the women Holo met on our journeys. Of course, you remember Elsa, but I'm sure you remember Eve, too, yes?"
Col made a rather pained smile as he recalled Eve, who seemed more of a wolf than Holo herself. But there was no ill will present, perhaps because she had treated Col very kindly, in her own way.
"For her to write those letters and send them against your wishes, I believe you must have done something to anger her, Mr. Lawrence, but..."
It was something Col had said often over the years.
Lawrence thought it exceedingly unfortunate that he had no proof to go with anything he might say in his own defense. "Er...but she's often smiling when she's really angry."
"Is that so? But I had the feeling she was genuinely smiling...I should say buoyant even..."
"Buoyant, you say?"
When Lawrence shot him a look of surprise, parroting back the words, Col tucked his chin in like a little girl, making a timid shrug of his shoulders as he nodded.

Output:
Where had he gone wrong?
He always kissed her cheek before rising in the morning and coming to bed at night; he never failed to compliment the fur of her tail when she was grooming. No matter how busy his other work was, he always prepared breakfast and supper at home. This left a mountain of craftsmen guarantees, thank-you letters for future cooperation, informational notes for suppliers and traders, and other secretarial work piling up on the table in his bedroom.
It should have been enough to make even Holo smile nervously and admit perhaps I am pampered a trifle too much.
But even so there was friction. There were arguments.
He could not think of any occasion whatsoever where he had courted such anger she would call over five acquaintances from long before—and all women at that.
Perhaps she was still angry about that, mused Lawrence as he lifted his head.
From the start of autumn onward, people came to Nyohhira from all over to spend the long winter partaking of its baths. Many of them were wealthy, giving rise to the necessity of arranging beautiful girls to greet them.
Several among those girls were known to give Lawrence amorous glances.
Here in this place away from civilization, customers who came to bathe were veritable fountains of gold for one's business, and many flocked to the establishments with the prettiest girls. In a normal town, they would not pay the slightest heed to an ordinary merchant such as Lawrence.
That said, as the bathers were largely raisin-like old men or middle-aged scolds who loved to complain when boiled for too long, perhaps it was not so strange for a man such as Lawrence to enter their sights. They had been chatting, in short, about how many men there were in this place and how they ought to be ranked. Most people who worked here for five years or more had found a pretty girl to marry.
Certainly, the people who ran the bathhouses and stores all around Nyohhira were aware that Holo was with Lawrence while his establishment was under construction, but Holo had never publicly declared herself and Lawrence to be husband and wife.
At first she might have found it embarrassing, but this being Holo, a stubborn woman who rarely took back anything once she had said it, she displayed no sign of revisiting the idea even though they had lived here for three years.
There was no other way for him to interpret her highly literal interpretation of their agreement at Svolnel.
He had promised to bring Holo to Yoitsu to begin with. In point of fact, that promise remained unfulfilled.
From Nyohhira, Yoitsu was practically at the tip of her nose, and the distance was one Holo's paws could cover as if going out for a stroll. Even so, Holo had stubbornly refused to go, becoming angry in earnest whenever the subject was raised. Perhaps she had always meant to use their agreement at Svolnel to not commit to marriage before their previous commitment had been resolved as a shield to fend the subject off.
Lawrence himself, thinking that Holo had her own reasons, had asked about it, but had not forced the issue.
But even though they had not exchanged vows in a church, he could put his chest out and say that they were as close as almost any husband and wife in this world. He knew that there were several aspects of Holo that she herself had a poor grasp of. Besides, from time to time she had Lawrence groom her tail, something she would have absolutely never let him do in times past.
Given that, perhaps it was not entirely surprising that a few women—who had no doubt left plenty of men and their partners in tears long before he had arrived—had flirted with Lawrence half in jest.
But one can put their soul into anything, in any form. If one raises up the head of a herring in prayer, even in jest, soon enough they will be doing it for real.


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Input:
Where had he gone wrong?
He always kissed her cheek before rising in the morning and coming to bed at night; he never failed to compliment the fur of her tail when she was grooming. No matter how busy his other work was, he always prepared breakfast and supper at home. This left a mountain of craftsmen guarantees, thank-you letters for future cooperation, informational notes for suppliers and traders, and other secretarial work piling up on the table in his bedroom.
It should have been enough to make even Holo smile nervously and admit perhaps I am pampered a trifle too much.
But even so there was friction. There were arguments.
He could not think of any occasion whatsoever where he had courted such anger she would call over five acquaintances from long before—and all women at that.
Perhaps she was still angry about that, mused Lawrence as he lifted his head.
From the start of autumn onward, people came to Nyohhira from all over to spend the long winter partaking of its baths. Many of them were wealthy, giving rise to the necessity of arranging beautiful girls to greet them.
Several among those girls were known to give Lawrence amorous glances.
Here in this place away from civilization, customers who came to bathe were veritable fountains of gold for one's business, and many flocked to the establishments with the prettiest girls. In a normal town, they would not pay the slightest heed to an ordinary merchant such as Lawrence.
That said, as the bathers were largely raisin-like old men or middle-aged scolds who loved to complain when boiled for too long, perhaps it was not so strange for a man such as Lawrence to enter their sights. They had been chatting, in short, about how many men there were in this place and how they ought to be ranked. Most people who worked here for five years or more had found a pretty girl to marry.
Certainly, the people who ran the bathhouses and stores all around Nyohhira were aware that Holo was with Lawrence while his establishment was under construction, but Holo had never publicly declared herself and Lawrence to be husband and wife.
At first she might have found it embarrassing, but this being Holo, a stubborn woman who rarely took back anything once she had said it, she displayed no sign of revisiting the idea even though they had lived here for three years.
There was no other way for him to interpret her highly literal interpretation of their agreement at Svolnel.
He had promised to bring Holo to Yoitsu to begin with. In point of fact, that promise remained unfulfilled.
From Nyohhira, Yoitsu was practically at the tip of her nose, and the distance was one Holo's paws could cover as if going out for a stroll. Even so, Holo had stubbornly refused to go, becoming angry in earnest whenever the subject was raised. Perhaps she had always meant to use their agreement at Svolnel to not commit to marriage before their previous commitment had been resolved as a shield to fend the subject off.
Lawrence himself, thinking that Holo had her own reasons, had asked about it, but had not forced the issue.
But even though they had not exchanged vows in a church, he could put his chest out and say that they were as close as almost any husband and wife in this world. He knew that there were several aspects of Holo that she herself had a poor grasp of. Besides, from time to time she had Lawrence groom her tail, something she would have absolutely never let him do in times past.
Given that, perhaps it was not entirely surprising that a few women—who had no doubt left plenty of men and their partners in tears long before he had arrived—had flirted with Lawrence half in jest.
But one can put their soul into anything, in any form. If one raises up the head of a herring in prayer, even in jest, soon enough they will be doing it for real.

Output:
His multiple refusals had not discouraged the women whatsoever, nor could he completely ignore them; furthermore, when Lawrence showed them even the slightest bit of admiration, they were so happy that they sparkled like jewels, making his heart hurt.
Holo angered easily, after all. And none had intervened in favor of the awkward newcomer no matter how much it put Lawrence in a bind.
On the road, everyone was a spectator.
In the end, it was the wordless tears welling in the back of Holo's throat at night that hardened his resolve to settle the matter.
After strenuously explaining to one after another that there would be no bride for him save Holo, he was finally able to get them to relent.
It was the same explanation he had given to everyone, but when he returned from convincing them, Holo, eyes red and tail bottlebrush puffed, grabbed Lawrence and sniffed the scents all over him.
From time to time, Holo stopped moving, and sensing why, Lawrence resigned himself to being snapped at, but in the end, Holo said nothing.
Instead, she did not speak to him for about an entire week.
After a week, when she finally did speak, the first thing out of her mouth was indeed, "Fool."
Incidentally, the women that had wooed Lawrence could still boast great popularity as musicians at baths all over Nyohhira. The one felicity was that word spread that Lawrence was a sincerely loyal man; thanks to that, the people of Nyohhira came to trust him a good deal more.
In the time since, it felt like Holo, too, had put her various feelings about the matter behind her.
Lawrence, still in the frigid living room of the addition under construction, hung his head deeply and sighed. As his feelings and Holo herself passed by one another, he thought back to that inn at Svolnel five years before.
Holo had been beautiful, the moonlight shining on her face like a white bridal veil.
He had thought everything after that would be happily ever after, but the extent of his worries had not changed. Indeed, it had only grown.
Lawrence sighed once more, suddenly realizing that Col was standing beside him, watching with a look of concern.
"This is coming along quite well, though."
"Ah yes. One more pass by the craftsmen, and it'll be perfect. There are a few things I hope to iron out before they come, though."
"That's a big help. You're very precise, too. Bit of a waste for the splitting image of a budding theologian."
As Lawrence spoke, Col laughed lightly. When Col had free time, he spoke to all sorts of people, learning about the local flavor and the various visitors who came to bathe. He did not mind if he was not speaking to theologians, but to craftsmen or mercenaries instead.
These days, it was no rare thing for a former craftsman to become a great scholar.
What mattered was if one had the will to learn and earned enough money to cover daily expenses. One did not have to be an aristocrat to study.
"I think architecture and theology are very similar. Each requires a blueprint, raw materials, and a logical way of putting it all together."
"And neither can be built in a day?"
"Quite so." Col made a wry smile.
In Lawrence's case, he had attained everything for setting up his establishment by spending two years negotiating with trusted comrades along his trading route and wrapping up various endeavors, spending another year traveling to many lands with Holo with an eye on where to set up shop, and another two years to construct it once he had decided this was where it would be.
And his work was far from done.
The addition had been expected to include individual rooms for the private use of affluent guests and a guest hall enabling them to have pleasant conversations without needing to worry about other boisterous guests. Here, where Col was working up a sweat laying down stone tiles, was the very place the guest hall would be.
Stone-laid aqueducts passed under the floor's surface, bringing the warmth of the hot spring water in.


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Input:
His multiple refusals had not discouraged the women whatsoever, nor could he completely ignore them; furthermore, when Lawrence showed them even the slightest bit of admiration, they were so happy that they sparkled like jewels, making his heart hurt.
Holo angered easily, after all. And none had intervened in favor of the awkward newcomer no matter how much it put Lawrence in a bind.
On the road, everyone was a spectator.
In the end, it was the wordless tears welling in the back of Holo's throat at night that hardened his resolve to settle the matter.
After strenuously explaining to one after another that there would be no bride for him save Holo, he was finally able to get them to relent.
It was the same explanation he had given to everyone, but when he returned from convincing them, Holo, eyes red and tail bottlebrush puffed, grabbed Lawrence and sniffed the scents all over him.
From time to time, Holo stopped moving, and sensing why, Lawrence resigned himself to being snapped at, but in the end, Holo said nothing.
Instead, she did not speak to him for about an entire week.
After a week, when she finally did speak, the first thing out of her mouth was indeed, "Fool."
Incidentally, the women that had wooed Lawrence could still boast great popularity as musicians at baths all over Nyohhira. The one felicity was that word spread that Lawrence was a sincerely loyal man; thanks to that, the people of Nyohhira came to trust him a good deal more.
In the time since, it felt like Holo, too, had put her various feelings about the matter behind her.
Lawrence, still in the frigid living room of the addition under construction, hung his head deeply and sighed. As his feelings and Holo herself passed by one another, he thought back to that inn at Svolnel five years before.
Holo had been beautiful, the moonlight shining on her face like a white bridal veil.
He had thought everything after that would be happily ever after, but the extent of his worries had not changed. Indeed, it had only grown.
Lawrence sighed once more, suddenly realizing that Col was standing beside him, watching with a look of concern.
"This is coming along quite well, though."
"Ah yes. One more pass by the craftsmen, and it'll be perfect. There are a few things I hope to iron out before they come, though."
"That's a big help. You're very precise, too. Bit of a waste for the splitting image of a budding theologian."
As Lawrence spoke, Col laughed lightly. When Col had free time, he spoke to all sorts of people, learning about the local flavor and the various visitors who came to bathe. He did not mind if he was not speaking to theologians, but to craftsmen or mercenaries instead.
These days, it was no rare thing for a former craftsman to become a great scholar.
What mattered was if one had the will to learn and earned enough money to cover daily expenses. One did not have to be an aristocrat to study.
"I think architecture and theology are very similar. Each requires a blueprint, raw materials, and a logical way of putting it all together."
"And neither can be built in a day?"
"Quite so." Col made a wry smile.
In Lawrence's case, he had attained everything for setting up his establishment by spending two years negotiating with trusted comrades along his trading route and wrapping up various endeavors, spending another year traveling to many lands with Holo with an eye on where to set up shop, and another two years to construct it once he had decided this was where it would be.
And his work was far from done.
The addition had been expected to include individual rooms for the private use of affluent guests and a guest hall enabling them to have pleasant conversations without needing to worry about other boisterous guests. Here, where Col was working up a sweat laying down stone tiles, was the very place the guest hall would be.
Stone-laid aqueducts passed under the floor's surface, bringing the warmth of the hot spring water in.

Output:
"Well, you can leave it like this for now and take a bath before dinner."
"Understood." As Col made his reply, his gaze shifted to the letter Lawrence was holding in his hand. "Er...Ought I not to have written that?"
He was very bright but also honest. Perhaps that was why even august, bearded bishops and scholars found themselves bound by Col's enthusiasm and zeal.
Natural talent had something to do with it, too, but even Col always faced temptation. Yet in the face of that, it was his own hard work that had brought him to this point, and he had never strayed from his path.
"It's quite all right. Though there were a few places where turns of phrases were used improperly."
"Er—"
"I'll correct them in a note later."
"Please!"
Lawrence nodded and put the addition behind him.
Lawrence was well aware that if he had anything to teach Col, he needed to do it while he still could.
Even if his business went well, he could foresee the day when he would become another old man in Nyohhira, ignorant of the wider world, being unable to imagine ever leaving his business behind. The course of human life was as natural and obvious as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. There were many more odious and reckless jobs. Had things gone differently, he might have rowed his way into the ocean of large-scale trade.
He would no doubt have made the same choice one woman in the letter, Eve, had made to go south.
Going with Eve, profiting from one dangerous deal after another, would no doubt have been an adventure worthy of the heroes in the bards' tales.
In fact, Eve no doubt possessed enough financial power to employ a biographer to chronicle the latter half of her life, a life that in the years to come would surely leave behind a name as weighty as a thick tax ledger.
Failing that, he could also have chosen to accept the invitation to go to the Debau Company back at Svolnel, where he and Holo had first sworn to live their lives together. In the end, the exiled Hilde and his former employer Debau both returned to their seats of power; like a king and his chancellor, they were managing the company to that day.
Of late, though they were still not equal to the Ruvik Alliance, the greatest financial alliance in the whole of the world, their momentum was such that it seemed only a matter of time until the gold and silver coins bearing the mark of the sun truly did circulate throughout the entirety of the northlands.
Even now, when he thought about how he himself had fought to protect the symbol of that great currency, his excitement was such that his heart beat faster and sweat ran down to his heels.
It was not that he thought to avoid adventure. It was simply that what he carried in his arms was a weighty thing.
If one is going to go on an adventure, they need to lighten their load, and Lawrence had resolved not to cast anything aside.
As he thought about such things, Lawrence put the letter into his pocket and opened the door to the main building.
Upon doing so, the sweet fragrance of soup made with well-boiled milk wafted by.
"It will be a little longer, so wait just a moment, would you?"
When he went into the living room with the fireplace, Holo spoke while peeling the shells off roasted chestnuts.
She had not changed much since he had met her, but he felt like she had grown ever so slightly taller and seemed to be getting a bit rounder.
Or perhaps it was simply an optical illusion, with Holo growing larger only in his own heart.
"You say it as if you're the one cooking it," Lawrence said in exasperation, and Holo chuckled.
Her mood seemed good for the moment.