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"We met them just now, and they were a real nuisance."
As though satisfied with the sugared candy for now, Holo sipped the hot tea boiled from the flowers' leaves. She had sworn at Lawrence once, asking him if there was any point to a drink such as tea if she could not get drunk from it, but she seemed to like its fragrance.
Svernel was much richer than he thought. All the things they had been given out of hospitality were imports from the south—things one would expect to see in the mansions of aristocrats.
"It was too much of a pain if it made you think I sent that nuisance in your direction. And I thought it would be wiser for you to eventually meet naturally at some point."
There was a wariness in his eyes that suited him. Impressed, Lawrence nodded.
"But if you chanced upon each other, then that surely wasn't it. Why must I call on them for you? Are you sure this won't become a problem?"
Millike frowned and Lawrence looked at him, about to explain the situation. Though he remembered that Holo began to cry then and how little time had passed since they talked after returning to the room, he was troubled as to how to explain it well.
"Well, that's, actually..."
When he stumbled over his words, Holo spoke.
"The moment we met them, all they did was ask for help. We could not answer at the time, so we returned to our inn and discussed it for a while. By then, the opportunity had passed."
She was not lying, but it was incredibly far from the truth.
As Holo coolly sipped her tea, Lawrence remained impressed.
"And the result?"
Millike implied that he wanted to be informed ahead of time if they wanted to go through him. Lawrence signaled Holo with his eyes, and she snorted, uninterested.
"We shall help them. There are times I wish to spend some time away from this one."
If Lawrence said, That's my line! then she would likely not talk to him for three days and three nights.
"If that's the case, then all right."
Millike breathed a sigh of relief and directed his gaze toward the open wood window.
"I am of the same opinion."
"Huh?"
Lawrence was surprised, and Millike narrowed his eyes as though he was looking at a dunce.
"I've been here for a long time. It's about time I open this town again."
Jean Millike was a name passed down to him by the previous leader of the town. He was also a lord that had another name of Havlish. What he might do was feign illness and withdraw to his territory, then publicly die from illness, then return as some relative who inherited all his domain and power. There were times among the noble class where they would place siblings and close relatives far away to protect their bloodline. Since it was quite a common practice, no one would question it.
And there was even a place nearby for him to hide, so it was no problem.
"'Tis fine since you have your beard. I could never hide my beautiful face. 'Tis actually quite troublesome."
***
When helping with Aram's bathhouse, someone who was not human would understand in an instant how it would be used. But it was unfortunate that Lawrence, a human, could not fit in that circle.
Even so, Lawrence thought, it seemed Holo and Millike got along surprisingly well. Even after he died, or even if Myuri decided to settle down somewhere on her journey, perhaps Holo would not have to end up tending to her tail all alone.
"Anyway, I'll go ahead and call them in, all right?"
"Yes, please. If the townspeople found out we were communicating with them, it might cause some problems down the road."
"How very merchant-like of you."
Millike sighed and rang a small bell on the table. There immediately was a knock at the door, and in came a boy wearing well-starched clothes. Millike told him to fetch Aram, and the boy bowed respectfully before leaving the room.
"What's wrong?" Millike asked him with a questioning glance, as Lawrence watched the scene carefully.
"Oh no...I was just thinking, what a good boy he is."

Output:
"Indeed."
Lawrence spoke as though he was giving up, and Millike raised an eyebrow slightly.
"What, are you opening a branch for your bathhouse? You have that young one, Col, and your daughter, too."
Millike had mentioned it, so Lawrence briefly described what happened with Col and Myuri.
"I see. You can't fight blood."
"Yes. So this time, we thought it might be good to hire someone new in town."
"Hmm. Then you may as well hire some of these mercenaries, yeah?"
"I almost want to take that possibility into consideration."
As Lawrence spoke, he looked at Holo beside him, and she made a frown.
"I've heard they're kin of wolves. Isn't that perfect?"
"That's true. What's the matter?"
Catching Lawrence and Millike's attention, Holo made a face as though there were pebbles in the sugar. But she must have thought it would be silly to try to fool them, so she looked the other way and sighed before reluctantly speaking.
"I am Holo the Wisewolf. I have dignity that I must preserve."
Dignity? Lawrence looked at Millike with that question in mind, and the head of Svernel shrugged his shoulders. He was rather strict with her.
"She means that in front of her kin, she can't carelessly drink during the day or take naps." He could almost hear Holo glaring at Millike, but of course, he was not fazed. "Is that wrong?"
Instead it was the final blow, and she groaned, frustrated.
"But I think she's a hard worker. She always proves herself every day through the work I have for her. She's more of a loyal hound than a wolf."
"Definitely, she had a trustworthiness and energy that felt more like a hound."
"But on the other hand, she's shortsighted. She believes that the right thing will always and forever be the right thing. The reason they barely scraped by as mercenaries though they were not human wasn't due to their lack of abilities, but a problem with their nature."
Everyone in this world had their strengths and weaknesses.
And saying that it was right to do the right thing had made Holo angry.
"A new hot spring village, hmm. It might be a good thing to get on board with them for now, but..."
"Is there a problem?"
Millike gave a tired sigh.
"It's the permit they had. It's probably the real thing, but I just can't shake this bad feeling. Then you two came and told me to call them, so I looked up to the heavens."
It seemed there was a basis for his doubts.
"That is, there must be something supporting it...For example, the shadow of someone with authority who is trying to fulfill his territorial ambitions or something."
Millike was able to judge that the permit was real because those were things the people in power surrounding him manufactured, and he handled them on a regular basis.
But if that were the case, then there was something odd about it. Aram and the others were mercenaries from far south, and they did not just happen upon a moldy permit. It was not unusual that a permit could pass through various hands and end up far away, but typically when it traveled from lord to lord, the name on it would change.
As though Millike remembered something important, he pinched his brow.
"The one that printed that permit was the pope."
"The pope? That's a permit printed by the lead temple?"
If that was true, then it would not have been completely impossible for Aram and his companions, who worked in the south, to have gotten their hands on it, nor was it odd that Millike could determine its authenticity. The Church's network was scattered all over the world.
"But I've heard that there's an old monastery up in that area. So it must be the one that was printed for that."
"Normally, yes."
What else was there besides normally? That question must have made itself known on his face. Millike groaned for a bit and spoke, irritated.
"The permit guaranteed in the pope's name exclusive rights to whatever was dug up in that entire area."
"That...must be necessary to dig up water. But that's..."
Lawrence suddenly cut himself off.


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"Indeed."
Lawrence spoke as though he was giving up, and Millike raised an eyebrow slightly.
"What, are you opening a branch for your bathhouse? You have that young one, Col, and your daughter, too."
Millike had mentioned it, so Lawrence briefly described what happened with Col and Myuri.
"I see. You can't fight blood."
"Yes. So this time, we thought it might be good to hire someone new in town."
"Hmm. Then you may as well hire some of these mercenaries, yeah?"
"I almost want to take that possibility into consideration."
As Lawrence spoke, he looked at Holo beside him, and she made a frown.
"I've heard they're kin of wolves. Isn't that perfect?"
"That's true. What's the matter?"
Catching Lawrence and Millike's attention, Holo made a face as though there were pebbles in the sugar. But she must have thought it would be silly to try to fool them, so she looked the other way and sighed before reluctantly speaking.
"I am Holo the Wisewolf. I have dignity that I must preserve."
Dignity? Lawrence looked at Millike with that question in mind, and the head of Svernel shrugged his shoulders. He was rather strict with her.
"She means that in front of her kin, she can't carelessly drink during the day or take naps." He could almost hear Holo glaring at Millike, but of course, he was not fazed. "Is that wrong?"
Instead it was the final blow, and she groaned, frustrated.
"But I think she's a hard worker. She always proves herself every day through the work I have for her. She's more of a loyal hound than a wolf."
"Definitely, she had a trustworthiness and energy that felt more like a hound."
"But on the other hand, she's shortsighted. She believes that the right thing will always and forever be the right thing. The reason they barely scraped by as mercenaries though they were not human wasn't due to their lack of abilities, but a problem with their nature."
Everyone in this world had their strengths and weaknesses.
And saying that it was right to do the right thing had made Holo angry.
"A new hot spring village, hmm. It might be a good thing to get on board with them for now, but..."
"Is there a problem?"
Millike gave a tired sigh.
"It's the permit they had. It's probably the real thing, but I just can't shake this bad feeling. Then you two came and told me to call them, so I looked up to the heavens."
It seemed there was a basis for his doubts.
"That is, there must be something supporting it...For example, the shadow of someone with authority who is trying to fulfill his territorial ambitions or something."
Millike was able to judge that the permit was real because those were things the people in power surrounding him manufactured, and he handled them on a regular basis.
But if that were the case, then there was something odd about it. Aram and the others were mercenaries from far south, and they did not just happen upon a moldy permit. It was not unusual that a permit could pass through various hands and end up far away, but typically when it traveled from lord to lord, the name on it would change.
As though Millike remembered something important, he pinched his brow.
"The one that printed that permit was the pope."
"The pope? That's a permit printed by the lead temple?"
If that was true, then it would not have been completely impossible for Aram and his companions, who worked in the south, to have gotten their hands on it, nor was it odd that Millike could determine its authenticity. The Church's network was scattered all over the world.
"But I've heard that there's an old monastery up in that area. So it must be the one that was printed for that."
"Normally, yes."
What else was there besides normally? That question must have made itself known on his face. Millike groaned for a bit and spoke, irritated.
"The permit guaranteed in the pope's name exclusive rights to whatever was dug up in that entire area."
"That...must be necessary to dig up water. But that's..."
Lawrence suddenly cut himself off.

Output:
But monks were a group of people who choose to live in adversity to cultivate their faith. Following that reasoning, there was something strange about this scenario.
Lawrence tilted his head in thought, and beside him, Holo burped.
"The monks I know do not dig holes."
"Huh?"
He looked at Holo and their eyes met. Her reddish, amber eyes were staring straight at him.
"Right. Nyohhira was quite well known even then, so they might have tried to follow that example. But even that is strange."
"Yes, I see. But even though they held out in a dangerous land for many years, why did they withdraw from the region after it had finally become safe?"
He murmured, and something clicked in his head.
"It was not their passion...that they ran out of."
It was not.
They had been saying that Aram and the others got their hands on a moldy permit, but it was possible to interpret it another way.
It was a permit they had regretfully held on to until it grew moldy.
Perhaps they were hoping something was still there.
"Could it be...?"
As Lawrence murmured, there was a knock at the door. Everyone looked toward it, and peeking in was a different boy from the one Millike instructed earlier.
"What is it?"
The boy's expression was rather confused in response to Millike's question, and he turned back to the hall.
"There's a woman named Selim here who wishes to see you."
"What?"
She did not come because she was called. Millike turned back to them with that realization written on his face, but it did not make any sense to Lawrence and Holo, either.
"Let her in. Ah, and she said her name was Selim, right? So, is she alone?"
"Yes. One woman in traveler's clothes. And she was incredibly flustered...," the boy added, perplexed.
Millike ordered him to bring her in for now, and he turned on his heels and ran off.
It was not Aram, but Selim that came, alone and in a panic.
She could not have possibly brought some happy news.
No one spoke, and the only sound was that of Holo sipping her tea.
And when she placed the empty cup onto the table, Selim appeared.
Selim's face was pale.
She was about to say something to Millike, who came to greet her, but she finally realized that Lawrence and Holo were also in the room.
"Perfect timing. I had just wanted to call on Mr. Aram and you. I wanted to apologize for the disrespect earlier."
Lawrence spoke with his best smile because Selim was clearly upset. He learned from his experience as a merchant that showing someone a pleasant expression would calm them down for at least a moment.
As intended, some of her tension peeled away when she saw Lawrence smile and, though she still seemed uncomfortable, she gave him a bow.
"Well, take a seat. And is it a situation where you need soldiers right away?"
Selim was beautiful, but the air about her was not that of a dignified wolf. It was more that of a shy sheep that ate grass in the corner of a field. If any stray dogs saw her, with their spirits high from the festival, they might make passes at her.
"N-no..."
Selim shook her head, and as though she had suddenly realized something, she shook her head again.
"No, but perhaps..."
"Perhaps?" he asked back, and Selim shook her head again as though fighting off the confusion.
"I don't know what happened...Suddenly, people from the association came to our room. They said, 'Where did you get that? Bad things will happen.'"
For a moment he thought they were talking about the permit, but that was odd. Aram and Selim had stepped foot into the associations for the exact reason that they had a permit and were going to open a bathhouse.
Selim closed her mouth, as though swallowing her nervousness, then spoke.
"We had some townspeople research the ore we found while digging for water."
Ore.
Lawrence realized that the final missing cogwheel had fallen in place. This was what fit into the hole of the odd story surrounding the permit.
"And where's your brother?" Millike asked calmly, though he also likely had already caught on.


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Input:
But monks were a group of people who choose to live in adversity to cultivate their faith. Following that reasoning, there was something strange about this scenario.
Lawrence tilted his head in thought, and beside him, Holo burped.
"The monks I know do not dig holes."
"Huh?"
He looked at Holo and their eyes met. Her reddish, amber eyes were staring straight at him.
"Right. Nyohhira was quite well known even then, so they might have tried to follow that example. But even that is strange."
"Yes, I see. But even though they held out in a dangerous land for many years, why did they withdraw from the region after it had finally become safe?"
He murmured, and something clicked in his head.
"It was not their passion...that they ran out of."
It was not.
They had been saying that Aram and the others got their hands on a moldy permit, but it was possible to interpret it another way.
It was a permit they had regretfully held on to until it grew moldy.
Perhaps they were hoping something was still there.
"Could it be...?"
As Lawrence murmured, there was a knock at the door. Everyone looked toward it, and peeking in was a different boy from the one Millike instructed earlier.
"What is it?"
The boy's expression was rather confused in response to Millike's question, and he turned back to the hall.
"There's a woman named Selim here who wishes to see you."
"What?"
She did not come because she was called. Millike turned back to them with that realization written on his face, but it did not make any sense to Lawrence and Holo, either.
"Let her in. Ah, and she said her name was Selim, right? So, is she alone?"
"Yes. One woman in traveler's clothes. And she was incredibly flustered...," the boy added, perplexed.
Millike ordered him to bring her in for now, and he turned on his heels and ran off.
It was not Aram, but Selim that came, alone and in a panic.
She could not have possibly brought some happy news.
No one spoke, and the only sound was that of Holo sipping her tea.
And when she placed the empty cup onto the table, Selim appeared.
Selim's face was pale.
She was about to say something to Millike, who came to greet her, but she finally realized that Lawrence and Holo were also in the room.
"Perfect timing. I had just wanted to call on Mr. Aram and you. I wanted to apologize for the disrespect earlier."
Lawrence spoke with his best smile because Selim was clearly upset. He learned from his experience as a merchant that showing someone a pleasant expression would calm them down for at least a moment.
As intended, some of her tension peeled away when she saw Lawrence smile and, though she still seemed uncomfortable, she gave him a bow.
"Well, take a seat. And is it a situation where you need soldiers right away?"
Selim was beautiful, but the air about her was not that of a dignified wolf. It was more that of a shy sheep that ate grass in the corner of a field. If any stray dogs saw her, with their spirits high from the festival, they might make passes at her.
"N-no..."
Selim shook her head, and as though she had suddenly realized something, she shook her head again.
"No, but perhaps..."
"Perhaps?" he asked back, and Selim shook her head again as though fighting off the confusion.
"I don't know what happened...Suddenly, people from the association came to our room. They said, 'Where did you get that? Bad things will happen.'"
For a moment he thought they were talking about the permit, but that was odd. Aram and Selim had stepped foot into the associations for the exact reason that they had a permit and were going to open a bathhouse.
Selim closed her mouth, as though swallowing her nervousness, then spoke.
"We had some townspeople research the ore we found while digging for water."
Ore.
Lawrence realized that the final missing cogwheel had fallen in place. This was what fit into the hole of the odd story surrounding the permit.
"And where's your brother?" Millike asked calmly, though he also likely had already caught on.

Output:
"What is the ore? It must be a bigger deal than I thought if association members left during the festival."
"I—I don't know, either. We asked townspeople to appraise it, since if we could sell it, then it could help us get on our feet. My brother thought it might be lead..."
"Lead?"
It was a metal that was everywhere, and it was not unusual. It was not something that association members, red in the face, would go after.
That is what Millike's expression suggested.
But Lawrence thought differently.
He recalled his time as a merchant.
"Ores that contain lead are sometimes abundant in precious metals," Lawrence said to Millike, who looked back at him. "Gold. Or silver."
Millike's eyes widened. If either one was discovered in the mountains, it would cause a huge uproar.
Silver would be especially troublesome. Like the association members that imposed on Aram had said, bad things would happen.
The severe mountain ranges hindered travel in this area, and the region could not be unified by the sword, but they were able to consolidate the economy through silver coin. It was easy to recall what the money changers' association president had said.
Under present circumstances, silver was a weapon that held power in this region.
If they found a spring that produced "weapons," what would those in power think?
"Then those monks from long ago really were mining for ore while they prayed to God..."
"That also explains why they were able to build a stone monastery deep in the mountains. With the excuse that they were digging for stones for building and not necessarily searching for ore, no one would notice if they carried it out if they changed the silver they dug up and refined it into ceremonial candle stands and crests."
"But silver? If that's so..."
Millike placed his hand on his forehead and staggered, but quickly stood up straight again.
"Why did you come here?" He suddenly changed the angle of his questions. "And what are you going to do here?"
Selim seemed so bewildered that it felt like anyone watching her would become nervous, too, but there was a strength in her rough hands that suited her.
"I—I can tell, t-to a certain extent, what someone wants by their footsteps."
That was due to the life she had lived until now. And since she was kin of wolves, she must have had good hearing like Holo.
"I immediately hid it in the straw of the bed. My brother took the opportunity to tell me to come to you. We have stepped on the tail of something that we should not have, and that you, Lord Millike, could help us..."
That was a hopeful observation, or even wishful thinking, but it could also be called reliance, and it was likely a good representation of Aram's personality. Millike, who was not human, just like how they were not, would help them, and then naturally, they would help him if their roles were reversed.
But Millike's expression did not waver.
"I want to ask you something. Did you really come here not knowing about that ore?"
Selim gulped as Millike's sharp gaze bore deep into her.
Lawrence remembered trade negotiations from long ago. This was the atmosphere of that dried-up world, where no one could easily trust another, where they should not easily believe anyone.
What Millike was most afraid of was Selim pretending to be an innocent traveler while aiming to open a mine. He could not be sure that nonhumans did not work as agents for humans. If he lent them a hand, simply because they were both like him, then it could lead to the town's destruction.
There came a third voice.
"Well, 'tis likely true."
It was Holo.
"Should she be lying, then I may as well sew my ears closed."
She removed her hood and showed her wolf ears, and they twitched. She was able to discern lies with her hearing.
"Should their goal be gold or silver or whatnot, would they ask the townspeople to identify what they unearthed if they did have these ulterior motives? 'Twould be announcing that they search for treasure."


Instruction: Given first part of the popular LightNovel spice and wolf as input, continue the story the best you can.

Input:
"What is the ore? It must be a bigger deal than I thought if association members left during the festival."
"I—I don't know, either. We asked townspeople to appraise it, since if we could sell it, then it could help us get on our feet. My brother thought it might be lead..."
"Lead?"
It was a metal that was everywhere, and it was not unusual. It was not something that association members, red in the face, would go after.
That is what Millike's expression suggested.
But Lawrence thought differently.
He recalled his time as a merchant.
"Ores that contain lead are sometimes abundant in precious metals," Lawrence said to Millike, who looked back at him. "Gold. Or silver."
Millike's eyes widened. If either one was discovered in the mountains, it would cause a huge uproar.
Silver would be especially troublesome. Like the association members that imposed on Aram had said, bad things would happen.
The severe mountain ranges hindered travel in this area, and the region could not be unified by the sword, but they were able to consolidate the economy through silver coin. It was easy to recall what the money changers' association president had said.
Under present circumstances, silver was a weapon that held power in this region.
If they found a spring that produced "weapons," what would those in power think?
"Then those monks from long ago really were mining for ore while they prayed to God..."
"That also explains why they were able to build a stone monastery deep in the mountains. With the excuse that they were digging for stones for building and not necessarily searching for ore, no one would notice if they carried it out if they changed the silver they dug up and refined it into ceremonial candle stands and crests."
"But silver? If that's so..."
Millike placed his hand on his forehead and staggered, but quickly stood up straight again.
"Why did you come here?" He suddenly changed the angle of his questions. "And what are you going to do here?"
Selim seemed so bewildered that it felt like anyone watching her would become nervous, too, but there was a strength in her rough hands that suited her.
"I—I can tell, t-to a certain extent, what someone wants by their footsteps."
That was due to the life she had lived until now. And since she was kin of wolves, she must have had good hearing like Holo.
"I immediately hid it in the straw of the bed. My brother took the opportunity to tell me to come to you. We have stepped on the tail of something that we should not have, and that you, Lord Millike, could help us..."
That was a hopeful observation, or even wishful thinking, but it could also be called reliance, and it was likely a good representation of Aram's personality. Millike, who was not human, just like how they were not, would help them, and then naturally, they would help him if their roles were reversed.
But Millike's expression did not waver.
"I want to ask you something. Did you really come here not knowing about that ore?"
Selim gulped as Millike's sharp gaze bore deep into her.
Lawrence remembered trade negotiations from long ago. This was the atmosphere of that dried-up world, where no one could easily trust another, where they should not easily believe anyone.
What Millike was most afraid of was Selim pretending to be an innocent traveler while aiming to open a mine. He could not be sure that nonhumans did not work as agents for humans. If he lent them a hand, simply because they were both like him, then it could lead to the town's destruction.
There came a third voice.
"Well, 'tis likely true."
It was Holo.
"Should she be lying, then I may as well sew my ears closed."
She removed her hood and showed her wolf ears, and they twitched. She was able to discern lies with her hearing.
"Should their goal be gold or silver or whatnot, would they ask the townspeople to identify what they unearthed if they did have these ulterior motives? 'Twould be announcing that they search for treasure."

Output:
"Well...I suppose your brother had no choice but to travel to the dig site with the townspeople. There is no depending on the ones who intruded and demanded he take them there."
Selim nodded uncomfortably at Holo's words.
"Then from what I've heard, there is no proper road to where the holes are. Then this might also mean he's buying time. Though the townspeople may be red in the face, they cannot move until they confirm how much treasure they may obtain from the mountain. Then again, the boy Aram has realized that he has stepped into something terrible, but has, on second thought, decided that it might become more complicated should he act without understanding the situation. Buy time and rely on what he can. Well, 'tis good judgment."
"Save for the one who is going to solve this problem in the meantime."
Millike, who was being depended on to fulfill such a role, sighed, feeling annoyed.
"Considering the situation, they probably found silver in the mountains. And how are we supposed to explain this to someone who doesn't know how much trouble finding silver in this area means? What's more, the owner of that land isn't anyone around here—it's the pope!"
His long beard and hair seemed to quiver in anger.
Even now, Selim seemed as though she might cry out of guilt, so Lawrence piped in.
"Do you think the Debau Company would intervene and settle this nicely for us?"
It was troublesome that they found silver here because the Debau Company, who had unified this region into its current state, maintained its power through the circulation of silver coins.
If some stranger came and opened up a silver mine within their sphere of influence and then used that silver to mint coins, then it would be a clear violation of territorial sovereignty.
And since there were great concessions that came with the circulation of coin, Debau was incredibly sensitive about the treatment of silver, which was the foundation for their currency. The money changers' association president also complained about that.
But the same could be said about the opposite. If they were to sell land with silver in it to the Debau Company, then they probably would not be angry. Rather, they would gladly buy it.
They should think that why the association members were so angry and forced Aram to take them to the dig site was because the picture was clear.
But Millike gave a sigh that sounded like it came from the depths of hell.
"The pope printed that permit. Afterward, he might hear that a large amount of silver was discovered there. That's more than enough reason to spark a war."
What was written on the permit was not the written will of God.
How many large companies went bankrupt after they lent money to royalty and titled nobility, only to have them annul their debts?
"Then what shall we do?"
Millike groaned.
"In reality...the only thing that could happen is that the Debau Company would buy the silver they find there and put the bill into the pope's pocket. That's what they have in common."
Though the pope at the head temple of the Church had fallen from a position of ultimate power, he was still a prominent figure in this world. What's more, there were those in this land who despised the Debau Company. By the logic that the enemies of enemies were friends, then it was entirely possible there existed people who might purposefully instigate a confrontation between the pope and Debau.
And if it came to war, then there was no doubt that Svernel would become one of the main battlefields.
This was the worst possible outcome for Millike, who wanted to protect his town, and also for Lawrence, who was a person from the town of Nyohhira, which depended solely on Svernel for the distribution of their materials.
An oppressive air lay heavily over them all, and there came a small voice that sounded out of place.
"Um..."
It was Selim.
"Wh-what should...we...do..."


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Input:
"Well...I suppose your brother had no choice but to travel to the dig site with the townspeople. There is no depending on the ones who intruded and demanded he take them there."
Selim nodded uncomfortably at Holo's words.
"Then from what I've heard, there is no proper road to where the holes are. Then this might also mean he's buying time. Though the townspeople may be red in the face, they cannot move until they confirm how much treasure they may obtain from the mountain. Then again, the boy Aram has realized that he has stepped into something terrible, but has, on second thought, decided that it might become more complicated should he act without understanding the situation. Buy time and rely on what he can. Well, 'tis good judgment."
"Save for the one who is going to solve this problem in the meantime."
Millike, who was being depended on to fulfill such a role, sighed, feeling annoyed.
"Considering the situation, they probably found silver in the mountains. And how are we supposed to explain this to someone who doesn't know how much trouble finding silver in this area means? What's more, the owner of that land isn't anyone around here—it's the pope!"
His long beard and hair seemed to quiver in anger.
Even now, Selim seemed as though she might cry out of guilt, so Lawrence piped in.
"Do you think the Debau Company would intervene and settle this nicely for us?"
It was troublesome that they found silver here because the Debau Company, who had unified this region into its current state, maintained its power through the circulation of silver coins.
If some stranger came and opened up a silver mine within their sphere of influence and then used that silver to mint coins, then it would be a clear violation of territorial sovereignty.
And since there were great concessions that came with the circulation of coin, Debau was incredibly sensitive about the treatment of silver, which was the foundation for their currency. The money changers' association president also complained about that.
But the same could be said about the opposite. If they were to sell land with silver in it to the Debau Company, then they probably would not be angry. Rather, they would gladly buy it.
They should think that why the association members were so angry and forced Aram to take them to the dig site was because the picture was clear.
But Millike gave a sigh that sounded like it came from the depths of hell.
"The pope printed that permit. Afterward, he might hear that a large amount of silver was discovered there. That's more than enough reason to spark a war."
What was written on the permit was not the written will of God.
How many large companies went bankrupt after they lent money to royalty and titled nobility, only to have them annul their debts?
"Then what shall we do?"
Millike groaned.
"In reality...the only thing that could happen is that the Debau Company would buy the silver they find there and put the bill into the pope's pocket. That's what they have in common."
Though the pope at the head temple of the Church had fallen from a position of ultimate power, he was still a prominent figure in this world. What's more, there were those in this land who despised the Debau Company. By the logic that the enemies of enemies were friends, then it was entirely possible there existed people who might purposefully instigate a confrontation between the pope and Debau.
And if it came to war, then there was no doubt that Svernel would become one of the main battlefields.
This was the worst possible outcome for Millike, who wanted to protect his town, and also for Lawrence, who was a person from the town of Nyohhira, which depended solely on Svernel for the distribution of their materials.
An oppressive air lay heavily over them all, and there came a small voice that sounded out of place.
"Um..."
It was Selim.
"Wh-what should...we...do..."

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This was the meaning of too much luck becoming a curse.
"There's nothing to be done. If we offered compensation to the pope, it wouldn't be worth it if we don't exploit the ore on a large scale. Secretly doing leisurely things such as running a bathhouse wouldn't be possible."
"N-no..."
Rather, it would not be unusual if they were held responsible for bringing a complicated problem to this land. Millike did not say that, though, as it was the least he could do to console her.
With her rough hands, Selim gripped her clothes.
"There at least would be jobs at the mine. All you can do is save your money and go to a new land."
They coordinated with the associations in town, and all that was left was to wait for water to appear. They had only just barely touched their dream, and the disappointment was staggering. Selim reeled, and she sunk to the floor.
Millike did not say anything to her and only slightly narrowed his eyes.
"First, we need to contact the Debau Company. It would be best to have everyone from Debau here and ready when the ones who went to check on the mining come back. We can't give those greedy folk time to do anything."
As Millike spoke, he looked at everyone in the room in turn, as though confirming the order of things. Lawrence, Selim, and then finally, Holo.
"...You treat me like a post-horse."
"How much do you think all the sugared candy you ate cost?"
The bowl, which was filled with candy, had at some point become empty.
"And you should be on good terms with the rabbit in Debau Company."
The one who kept accounts there was not human, but the embodiment of a rabbit. With him, Lawrence and Holo had escaped to this city and had history of planning a comeback.
"Honestly...When we finally get out of the village, things go wrong."
"W-wait."
The one that interjected as Holo reluctantly agreed was Selim, who had been so dazed until then.
"P-please let me do it."
Holo did not look at Selim, but at Millike, and tilted her head.
Millike was expressionless, either because it was his natural face or because he was a man with power that was used to passing cold judgment, and he looked down at Selim.
"If you are volunteering to work because you feel responsible, then no. You have no stock in the Debau Company and doing needless work now will just cause more problems."
Thoughtless charity would not help anyone.
But this would have Selim completely left out. The situation would be taken care of in a way that was completely out of her hands. Lawrence, who was nothing but a simple salesman, knew well the feeling of being left behind by the system.
It was all because of bad luck and bad chances.
"And, Wisewolf Holo, I want you to go see Aram first. Delay their journey as much as you can. I'm sure wolves can communicate with each other without the townspeople realizing."
"So rough for a wolf handler," Holo said discontentedly as she stood from her chair.
"And? Troublesome ones like yourself enjoy writing all the time, aye? Should you have something I should bring, prepare it quickly. The sun will soon set."
"I will do so shortly."
Passing by Selim, who still sat on the floor, Millike left the room.
Millike was cold to everybody. The only thing he considered precious was this town.
"Can you stand?"
Lawrence, obliged, helped her up, and Selim finally snapped back to the present.
And when she did, the reality of the situation seemed to catch up to her at the same time. Tears pooled in her eyes.
It was difficult to hold back tears once they started. When she did, Lawrence first realized how young she truly was. Selim and Aram had an innocent dream that was fitting for their youth. If there was light at the end of the path, they believed in just that.
"Hey, young girls shouldn't cry over things like that."
Selim looked quite like his daughter Myuri, and as he held her up by the shoulders, Holo stared at them. Of course, on purpose.
"It's not your fault, and they won't take the permit for free."


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This was the meaning of too much luck becoming a curse.
"There's nothing to be done. If we offered compensation to the pope, it wouldn't be worth it if we don't exploit the ore on a large scale. Secretly doing leisurely things such as running a bathhouse wouldn't be possible."
"N-no..."
Rather, it would not be unusual if they were held responsible for bringing a complicated problem to this land. Millike did not say that, though, as it was the least he could do to console her.
With her rough hands, Selim gripped her clothes.
"There at least would be jobs at the mine. All you can do is save your money and go to a new land."
They coordinated with the associations in town, and all that was left was to wait for water to appear. They had only just barely touched their dream, and the disappointment was staggering. Selim reeled, and she sunk to the floor.
Millike did not say anything to her and only slightly narrowed his eyes.
"First, we need to contact the Debau Company. It would be best to have everyone from Debau here and ready when the ones who went to check on the mining come back. We can't give those greedy folk time to do anything."
As Millike spoke, he looked at everyone in the room in turn, as though confirming the order of things. Lawrence, Selim, and then finally, Holo.
"...You treat me like a post-horse."
"How much do you think all the sugared candy you ate cost?"
The bowl, which was filled with candy, had at some point become empty.
"And you should be on good terms with the rabbit in Debau Company."
The one who kept accounts there was not human, but the embodiment of a rabbit. With him, Lawrence and Holo had escaped to this city and had history of planning a comeback.
"Honestly...When we finally get out of the village, things go wrong."
"W-wait."
The one that interjected as Holo reluctantly agreed was Selim, who had been so dazed until then.
"P-please let me do it."
Holo did not look at Selim, but at Millike, and tilted her head.
Millike was expressionless, either because it was his natural face or because he was a man with power that was used to passing cold judgment, and he looked down at Selim.
"If you are volunteering to work because you feel responsible, then no. You have no stock in the Debau Company and doing needless work now will just cause more problems."
Thoughtless charity would not help anyone.
But this would have Selim completely left out. The situation would be taken care of in a way that was completely out of her hands. Lawrence, who was nothing but a simple salesman, knew well the feeling of being left behind by the system.
It was all because of bad luck and bad chances.
"And, Wisewolf Holo, I want you to go see Aram first. Delay their journey as much as you can. I'm sure wolves can communicate with each other without the townspeople realizing."
"So rough for a wolf handler," Holo said discontentedly as she stood from her chair.
"And? Troublesome ones like yourself enjoy writing all the time, aye? Should you have something I should bring, prepare it quickly. The sun will soon set."
"I will do so shortly."
Passing by Selim, who still sat on the floor, Millike left the room.
Millike was cold to everybody. The only thing he considered precious was this town.
"Can you stand?"
Lawrence, obliged, helped her up, and Selim finally snapped back to the present.
And when she did, the reality of the situation seemed to catch up to her at the same time. Tears pooled in her eyes.
It was difficult to hold back tears once they started. When she did, Lawrence first realized how young she truly was. Selim and Aram had an innocent dream that was fitting for their youth. If there was light at the end of the path, they believed in just that.
"Hey, young girls shouldn't cry over things like that."
Selim looked quite like his daughter Myuri, and as he held her up by the shoulders, Holo stared at them. Of course, on purpose.
"It's not your fault, and they won't take the permit for free."

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But at any rate, the wandering lifestyle still waited for them afterward.
"Or..."
Lawrence began to speak, but then hesitated. Even if he asked them to come work at his bathhouse, there was no way he could take in all of them. In the end, it was a hopeless situation. If he had vast amounts of money, he would lend it to them so they would be able to build their own bathhouse deep in the mountains of Nyohhira.
But unfortunately, even if he knew all the ways of the world, there were still some things that could not be done.
That was why preachers always had to teach people about good lifestyles.
"We can also ask the people at the Debau Company if they have jobs, so we can keep you two as close together as possible."
Having watched Myuri, he knew that the tears of younglings fell like jewels.
Selim, too, tears still rolling down her cheek like small stones, looked at Lawrence.
He hoped the reason why she harbored no grudges was because of her personality. Hoped that it was not resignation simply because the hopes they held onto until now had been crushed in the end.
"Thank...you...so much..."
She thanked him with a hoarse voice and looked down.
Lawrence could only pat her thin shoulders.
Then he looked at Holo, suggesting that they leave her alone for now, and left the room.
"Hmm..."
The one that sighed when they exited to the hallway was not Lawrence, but Holo.
"Is there nothing that can be done?"
She looked as though she was enduring the pain and looked beyond the closed door.
She had acted like it had nothing to do with her, but she was much more openhearted than Lawrence. She was the one that wanted to help the most in that room.
"Probably not. We can only hope for a miracle."
The world was endless, and wherever one went, it already belonged to somebody.
"A miracle, hmm."
Holo murmured and took a deep breath.
"Would you be angry with me if I became an enemy of humanity?"
If he gave an easy answer, Holo would scorn him. And if he trusted her, then the words came naturally.
"If you became my enemy or if you broke everything I kept dear. But I know you won't. So I'll listen. What's your idea?"
"...I do not like it when you make my head hurt like that."
He would take that as a compliment.
"I cannot create miracles, but I believe I can create the opposite of miracles."
But Holo did have some crazy ideas.
"The opposite of miracles?"
"A curse."
The sun was already starting to set, and it was dim inside the building.
It was the time when demons hid in the darkness everywhere—around the corners, beside the bookshelves.
"I recall a fairy tale. Men filled with greed are led by their guide to the place where treasure lies. They thought the guide an honest one, but the shadow he cast by the bonfire had fangs."
It was certainly the type of story to scare children, but Lawrence unwittingly showed a twitching smile.
Usually, he would let it pass as a silly story, but he thought carefully about it.
The situation now was exactly the same as that fairy tale.
"Once they enter the mountains, it will not end safely. Demons of the mountains spread rumors of treasure. Those monks from long ago lost their fear of such a thing."
Then, the people would not go near the mountain, and the stories of silver would grow vague.
Though there were reckless ones who thought, Damn the stories, and ventured up anyway, but they would be surrounded by wolves deep in the mountains.
And there, they would also find a giant wolf who could easily swallow a person whole.
"You can't."
That voice echoed coolly in the cold hallway.
"The people of today's world are not afraid of the dark forests."
It was Millike, holding a letter. It had not been rolled yet, and when he gave it a light shake, the sand to dry the ink scattered to the ground.


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But at any rate, the wandering lifestyle still waited for them afterward.
"Or..."
Lawrence began to speak, but then hesitated. Even if he asked them to come work at his bathhouse, there was no way he could take in all of them. In the end, it was a hopeless situation. If he had vast amounts of money, he would lend it to them so they would be able to build their own bathhouse deep in the mountains of Nyohhira.
But unfortunately, even if he knew all the ways of the world, there were still some things that could not be done.
That was why preachers always had to teach people about good lifestyles.
"We can also ask the people at the Debau Company if they have jobs, so we can keep you two as close together as possible."
Having watched Myuri, he knew that the tears of younglings fell like jewels.
Selim, too, tears still rolling down her cheek like small stones, looked at Lawrence.
He hoped the reason why she harbored no grudges was because of her personality. Hoped that it was not resignation simply because the hopes they held onto until now had been crushed in the end.
"Thank...you...so much..."
She thanked him with a hoarse voice and looked down.
Lawrence could only pat her thin shoulders.
Then he looked at Holo, suggesting that they leave her alone for now, and left the room.
"Hmm..."
The one that sighed when they exited to the hallway was not Lawrence, but Holo.
"Is there nothing that can be done?"
She looked as though she was enduring the pain and looked beyond the closed door.
She had acted like it had nothing to do with her, but she was much more openhearted than Lawrence. She was the one that wanted to help the most in that room.
"Probably not. We can only hope for a miracle."
The world was endless, and wherever one went, it already belonged to somebody.
"A miracle, hmm."
Holo murmured and took a deep breath.
"Would you be angry with me if I became an enemy of humanity?"
If he gave an easy answer, Holo would scorn him. And if he trusted her, then the words came naturally.
"If you became my enemy or if you broke everything I kept dear. But I know you won't. So I'll listen. What's your idea?"
"...I do not like it when you make my head hurt like that."
He would take that as a compliment.
"I cannot create miracles, but I believe I can create the opposite of miracles."
But Holo did have some crazy ideas.
"The opposite of miracles?"
"A curse."
The sun was already starting to set, and it was dim inside the building.
It was the time when demons hid in the darkness everywhere—around the corners, beside the bookshelves.
"I recall a fairy tale. Men filled with greed are led by their guide to the place where treasure lies. They thought the guide an honest one, but the shadow he cast by the bonfire had fangs."
It was certainly the type of story to scare children, but Lawrence unwittingly showed a twitching smile.
Usually, he would let it pass as a silly story, but he thought carefully about it.
The situation now was exactly the same as that fairy tale.
"Once they enter the mountains, it will not end safely. Demons of the mountains spread rumors of treasure. Those monks from long ago lost their fear of such a thing."
Then, the people would not go near the mountain, and the stories of silver would grow vague.
Though there were reckless ones who thought, Damn the stories, and ventured up anyway, but they would be surrounded by wolves deep in the mountains.
And there, they would also find a giant wolf who could easily swallow a person whole.
"You can't."
That voice echoed coolly in the cold hallway.
"The people of today's world are not afraid of the dark forests."
It was Millike, holding a letter. It had not been rolled yet, and when he gave it a light shake, the sand to dry the ink scattered to the ground.

Output:
That way they would expose the darkness of the forest, where the demons and spirits lived, to the light.
"Sometimes, people like Aram come to this town from the south. Without the blessing of wits to live in the human world, and yet those who no longer have a place to hide themselves. They reluctantly hope to survive in the north because they think there are still untouched lands."
Though there were some here and there, they were places that were incredibly difficult to live in. It was different from the south, where it was warm, where the tree limbs grew heavy with ripened fruit, where one could find wild honey to eat.
"That is why since they came pretending to be monks, they succeeded. If it were a sanctuary, people would still pay some respect."
They had many choices. There would be no way to know which one was the best choice.
And it was not easy to pretend to be a monk. Since Svernel was now a town that celebrated the Revitalization Festival of the Patron Saint on a grand scale, if new monks came to the ruins of the monastery, then there would be fervent believers that might go to pray. It was only a matter of time before someone found out.
"Well, it seems the ink's dry. Take this to Hilde at Debau. It has the gist of the situation and the plan in it."
He rolled it up and tied it with an odd string.
"You use such old things."
Holo smiled dryly, and Lawrence finally realized the string was likely Millike's hair.
"Sealing wax will break in the cold, and this is proof of my identity."
"'Tis true."
"I'll have a carriage take you outside the wall."
Things were moving along quickly. There was no time for sentimentality or to leave any aftertaste.
No one spoke of Selim, and when they exited the government building, they climbed onto the driver's perch of the carriage Millike had prepared for them, and Lawrence gripped the reins.
Night had already fallen on the town, but the town was instead dyed a madder-lake red.
Lit all throughout town were not lamps, but fires to roast the meat.
"Looks delicious..."
Her words were carefree, but her heart was not in it.
She was likely still unwilling to move ahead in her mind as they left Selim and the others behind.
"You can eat as much as you like when we get back."
Lawrence stuck to Holo's topic.
The two things he learned as he grew older were that he had to understand the things he could and could not do in this world, as well as the boldness to pretend he had not realized certain things.
Conversation did not spark between them, and the carriage passed slowly through the town.
Then, they could see the square at the end of the road. The torches shone brightly, and they could see well the large statue of the saint.
"What would they gain from such a thing?"
"Who knows? It might be to protect them from illness or to keep away enemies from outside. At the end of the festival they light it on fire, and that is when the saint gives his body to God in our place. Then in thanks, they take the ashes and bury them at the base of the city walls. There are several saints with stories like that, and maybe it really happened in an old era."
The townspeople explained this and that to him when they were making the statue, but it was nothing new.
"It must be quite troublesome to be a saint or whatnot. Even after you die and become ashes, you still must work for the town."
"It's better to be ashes, I think. There's a famous church that houses the body of a saint that shriveled up a thousand years ago. Every single day pilgrims come to his side as he sleeps and offer prayers. It can't be possible for him to sleep well like that."
"I would not mind being worshipped about once a year..."
Holo spoke, and she looked straight at him.
"If you're going to watch me for a thousand years, at least just eat me," said Lawrence.
Holo bared her fangs and cackled.


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That way they would expose the darkness of the forest, where the demons and spirits lived, to the light.
"Sometimes, people like Aram come to this town from the south. Without the blessing of wits to live in the human world, and yet those who no longer have a place to hide themselves. They reluctantly hope to survive in the north because they think there are still untouched lands."
Though there were some here and there, they were places that were incredibly difficult to live in. It was different from the south, where it was warm, where the tree limbs grew heavy with ripened fruit, where one could find wild honey to eat.
"That is why since they came pretending to be monks, they succeeded. If it were a sanctuary, people would still pay some respect."
They had many choices. There would be no way to know which one was the best choice.
And it was not easy to pretend to be a monk. Since Svernel was now a town that celebrated the Revitalization Festival of the Patron Saint on a grand scale, if new monks came to the ruins of the monastery, then there would be fervent believers that might go to pray. It was only a matter of time before someone found out.
"Well, it seems the ink's dry. Take this to Hilde at Debau. It has the gist of the situation and the plan in it."
He rolled it up and tied it with an odd string.
"You use such old things."
Holo smiled dryly, and Lawrence finally realized the string was likely Millike's hair.
"Sealing wax will break in the cold, and this is proof of my identity."
"'Tis true."
"I'll have a carriage take you outside the wall."
Things were moving along quickly. There was no time for sentimentality or to leave any aftertaste.
No one spoke of Selim, and when they exited the government building, they climbed onto the driver's perch of the carriage Millike had prepared for them, and Lawrence gripped the reins.
Night had already fallen on the town, but the town was instead dyed a madder-lake red.
Lit all throughout town were not lamps, but fires to roast the meat.
"Looks delicious..."
Her words were carefree, but her heart was not in it.
She was likely still unwilling to move ahead in her mind as they left Selim and the others behind.
"You can eat as much as you like when we get back."
Lawrence stuck to Holo's topic.
The two things he learned as he grew older were that he had to understand the things he could and could not do in this world, as well as the boldness to pretend he had not realized certain things.
Conversation did not spark between them, and the carriage passed slowly through the town.
Then, they could see the square at the end of the road. The torches shone brightly, and they could see well the large statue of the saint.
"What would they gain from such a thing?"
"Who knows? It might be to protect them from illness or to keep away enemies from outside. At the end of the festival they light it on fire, and that is when the saint gives his body to God in our place. Then in thanks, they take the ashes and bury them at the base of the city walls. There are several saints with stories like that, and maybe it really happened in an old era."
The townspeople explained this and that to him when they were making the statue, but it was nothing new.
"It must be quite troublesome to be a saint or whatnot. Even after you die and become ashes, you still must work for the town."
"It's better to be ashes, I think. There's a famous church that houses the body of a saint that shriveled up a thousand years ago. Every single day pilgrims come to his side as he sleeps and offer prayers. It can't be possible for him to sleep well like that."
"I would not mind being worshipped about once a year..."
Holo spoke, and she looked straight at him.
"If you're going to watch me for a thousand years, at least just eat me," said Lawrence.
Holo bared her fangs and cackled.

Output:
"Hmm? How does one know if 'tis a fake? Should they be dead, would it not be difficult to tell?"
"It's easy. Saint Alviross had five arms, and Saint Heres had two heads. The thing that makes me laugh the most is Martyr Rudeon's bones. There are three bodies of his, and they're all different sizes. They say they're his bones from when he was very little, then bones from his childhood, then from when he was adolescent."
"Hmm? Is there something odd about that?"
Her response was nonchalant. Rather, Lawrence even thought that she was teasing him.
"...He couldn't have molted like a shrimp or crab. Why would one human leave multiple skeletons?"
"Oh."
It seemed that she really did not notice. Holo hit Lawrence's arm, even though she was the one that misunderstood and exposed her foolishness.
"Even though everyone knew at first that they weren't real, as time passed everyone started to think of them that way. That's why, as they bury the ashes of the burned statue under the walls, I'm sure at some point they might believe that the ashes of the saint are really buried there."
"Humans are foolish."
Holo was smiling softly, as though remembering a funny dream she had the previous night, either because she was exasperated or because she thought the foolishness of humans endearing.
"But if they are, why not take advantage of that?"
"Take advantage?"
"You should concoct something fake and make the monastery in the mountains its pilgrimage site and whatnot."
He stared back at Holo not because he was surprised at such a reckless idea. He was surprised that she had not yet given up on Selim and the others.
Lawrence pulled on the reins, and the horses stopped. Holo did not ask why they did so.
"I will work my hardest, and when I open a new bathhouse, I also have the option of hiring them."
"I have no doubts that if you save enough money for that, you will go through with it."
Holo was not stupid. She of course knew how much time and money it would cost to open a new business.
"Holo..."
"Apologies. 'Twas nonsense. I wanted an excuse."
She tried her best, but it was no use.
When Lawrence did not respond, Holo gave a strong smile.
"Let me off. I know what we must do."
So that this would not end up in trouble with the pope, they would have the Debau Company settle it for them. Aram and Selim would have to give up. Lawrence and Holo themselves would watch the festival, then return to Nyohhira. Everything would pass without incident.
But Millike had said that Aram and the others were much like themselves from ten years ago.
Then, they had drawn in their own luck. At the very end, they did.
He could only think that their luck was good. He had used all the knowledge he knew, and if he had not depended on Holo in the end, it would not have come to fruition, even if he did know how to do it.
That was luck.
Aram and the others did not have that.
"I think it would be great, really, if we could use your pilgrimage site idea."
Lawrence held the reins again and smacked the rump of the horse.
***
Holo did not look at him and nodded meekly.
"Even if the roads are bad—no, because the roads are bad, people will come and give lots of tithes. If you annexed an inn there, you would already have many guests. It's much easier than running a bathhouse. You just need to be careful that someone won't steal the holy artifacts on display."
The carriage headed toward the city wall, and there were fewer and fewer people.
"It's not a bathhouse, so it wouldn't conflict with Nyohhira. Rather, pilgrims on their way home might even stop by at Nyohhira. And everyone would be happy."
He added that they might come to quarrel over the distribution of food and drink, though.
"But even if we made up some artifacts, it would be difficult to have them recognized as the real thing. We don't have that problem in the bathhouses. As long as we have spring water, no one will doubt us."


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"Hmm? How does one know if 'tis a fake? Should they be dead, would it not be difficult to tell?"
"It's easy. Saint Alviross had five arms, and Saint Heres had two heads. The thing that makes me laugh the most is Martyr Rudeon's bones. There are three bodies of his, and they're all different sizes. They say they're his bones from when he was very little, then bones from his childhood, then from when he was adolescent."
"Hmm? Is there something odd about that?"
Her response was nonchalant. Rather, Lawrence even thought that she was teasing him.
"...He couldn't have molted like a shrimp or crab. Why would one human leave multiple skeletons?"
"Oh."
It seemed that she really did not notice. Holo hit Lawrence's arm, even though she was the one that misunderstood and exposed her foolishness.
"Even though everyone knew at first that they weren't real, as time passed everyone started to think of them that way. That's why, as they bury the ashes of the burned statue under the walls, I'm sure at some point they might believe that the ashes of the saint are really buried there."
"Humans are foolish."
Holo was smiling softly, as though remembering a funny dream she had the previous night, either because she was exasperated or because she thought the foolishness of humans endearing.
"But if they are, why not take advantage of that?"
"Take advantage?"
"You should concoct something fake and make the monastery in the mountains its pilgrimage site and whatnot."
He stared back at Holo not because he was surprised at such a reckless idea. He was surprised that she had not yet given up on Selim and the others.
Lawrence pulled on the reins, and the horses stopped. Holo did not ask why they did so.
"I will work my hardest, and when I open a new bathhouse, I also have the option of hiring them."
"I have no doubts that if you save enough money for that, you will go through with it."
Holo was not stupid. She of course knew how much time and money it would cost to open a new business.
"Holo..."
"Apologies. 'Twas nonsense. I wanted an excuse."
She tried her best, but it was no use.
When Lawrence did not respond, Holo gave a strong smile.
"Let me off. I know what we must do."
So that this would not end up in trouble with the pope, they would have the Debau Company settle it for them. Aram and Selim would have to give up. Lawrence and Holo themselves would watch the festival, then return to Nyohhira. Everything would pass without incident.
But Millike had said that Aram and the others were much like themselves from ten years ago.
Then, they had drawn in their own luck. At the very end, they did.
He could only think that their luck was good. He had used all the knowledge he knew, and if he had not depended on Holo in the end, it would not have come to fruition, even if he did know how to do it.
That was luck.
Aram and the others did not have that.
"I think it would be great, really, if we could use your pilgrimage site idea."
Lawrence held the reins again and smacked the rump of the horse.
***
Holo did not look at him and nodded meekly.
"Even if the roads are bad—no, because the roads are bad, people will come and give lots of tithes. If you annexed an inn there, you would already have many guests. It's much easier than running a bathhouse. You just need to be careful that someone won't steal the holy artifacts on display."
The carriage headed toward the city wall, and there were fewer and fewer people.
"It's not a bathhouse, so it wouldn't conflict with Nyohhira. Rather, pilgrims on their way home might even stop by at Nyohhira. And everyone would be happy."
He added that they might come to quarrel over the distribution of food and drink, though.
"But even if we made up some artifacts, it would be difficult to have them recognized as the real thing. We don't have that problem in the bathhouses. As long as we have spring water, no one will doubt us."

Output:
"Typically, you need to get approval from the center of the Church, or at least the archbishop. For that, you need proof that it's a real miracle, or if not, a mountain of gold nuggets that could be considered nothing but a miracle."
Because the designation was a method to get rich, it required the appropriate amount of payment. Since this was all the Church was ever doing, they had likely lost some of their authority.
"Well, the most I am able to do is mostly child's play."
Holo was the embodiment of a wolf who lived in wheat and had watched over the growing golden fields. Once, she had shown him a seed immediately turning into a stalk of wheat.
"That might come in handy, depending on the situation."
The place in question was too cold to grow wheat, so it would be too unnatural.
"And there's also your miraculous appetite."
"Fool."
Holo stomped on Lawrence's foot.
Then, her foot resting on his in place of holding hands, she spoke.
"Do you think we can do it if I show my true form?"
"Everyone will be surprised, but that's different than a miracle."
Holo had showed all the cards in her hand, but none of them would help. The carriage reached the city gates at the wall.
They had to give in to the reality that confronted them.
"For now, let's leave the town and go where there's no one else. I have to wrap your clothes around your neck."
"There were no walls where the Debau Company was. I hope they do not mind my intruding as a wolf."
"Mr. Hilde is the embodiment of a rabbit. I don't think he'd want a wolf standing by his pillow at night."
"Heh-heh. Of course."
"Well, it's a lot of work, but thank you. Nyohhira's survival depends on this, too."
"Leave it to me."
Using the pass they received from Millike, they exited the walls, and it suddenly felt colder. Inside and outside the walls were two different worlds.
"But if you run fast, you can get to the Debau Company in Lesko in one night. It takes three days hurrying with human legs. That in itself is a miracle."
"Hmm. They, too, should just become merchants. They could deliver faster than anyone, running around with goods on their back."
He thought it was possible at first, but he calmly thought about it and shook his head.
"People would wonder how they carried it. They might think magic or something nefarious was at play. They might think that someone is there that shouldn't be."
"The human world is quite troublesome."
As Holo spoke, she began to remove her clothes, as though determining that no one was around.
For the moment, he averted his gaze out of respect, but his eyes suddenly went to the walls.
There were small nails evenly spaced along the wall. They looked like small mounds, and it was probably where they buried the ashes of the saint's statue.
Luckily, since they were not the real ashes, there was no tired expression of the saint, sitting on the mounds being made to protect the town, nor did the saint have to endure a coughing fit every year after they dug the holes and added new ashes.
"Ha-ha."
It was when he imagined that and laughed.
He thought he saw Selim sitting on a mound, looking at him.
"What is it?"
Holo, removing her last piece of clothing, noticed Lawrence.
Lawrence tried his hardest to think of the meaning of what he had just seen.
Sitting on the mound, the saint, who should not be there.
This, too, was a common type of narrative in the Church.
The most conspicuous example was grave robbing.
"...Hey."
Not looking away from the mounds, he swallowed, and then spoke.
"I want to ask something."
"What is it?"
He jumped a little because her voice was rather close.
He turned around, and Holo was practically whispering in his ear.
"'Tis been a long time since I've seen that expression."
Holo narrowed her eyes, grinning. Her tail wagged happily.
"...I might not be able to live up to your expectations...There is a chance you might become angry."
"Hmm?" Holo said, and her animal ears twitched, as if saying, Say what you want to say.


Instruction: Given first part of the popular LightNovel spice and wolf as input, continue the story the best you can.

Input:
"Typically, you need to get approval from the center of the Church, or at least the archbishop. For that, you need proof that it's a real miracle, or if not, a mountain of gold nuggets that could be considered nothing but a miracle."
Because the designation was a method to get rich, it required the appropriate amount of payment. Since this was all the Church was ever doing, they had likely lost some of their authority.
"Well, the most I am able to do is mostly child's play."
Holo was the embodiment of a wolf who lived in wheat and had watched over the growing golden fields. Once, she had shown him a seed immediately turning into a stalk of wheat.
"That might come in handy, depending on the situation."
The place in question was too cold to grow wheat, so it would be too unnatural.
"And there's also your miraculous appetite."
"Fool."
Holo stomped on Lawrence's foot.
Then, her foot resting on his in place of holding hands, she spoke.
"Do you think we can do it if I show my true form?"
"Everyone will be surprised, but that's different than a miracle."
Holo had showed all the cards in her hand, but none of them would help. The carriage reached the city gates at the wall.
They had to give in to the reality that confronted them.
"For now, let's leave the town and go where there's no one else. I have to wrap your clothes around your neck."
"There were no walls where the Debau Company was. I hope they do not mind my intruding as a wolf."
"Mr. Hilde is the embodiment of a rabbit. I don't think he'd want a wolf standing by his pillow at night."
"Heh-heh. Of course."
"Well, it's a lot of work, but thank you. Nyohhira's survival depends on this, too."
"Leave it to me."
Using the pass they received from Millike, they exited the walls, and it suddenly felt colder. Inside and outside the walls were two different worlds.
"But if you run fast, you can get to the Debau Company in Lesko in one night. It takes three days hurrying with human legs. That in itself is a miracle."
"Hmm. They, too, should just become merchants. They could deliver faster than anyone, running around with goods on their back."
He thought it was possible at first, but he calmly thought about it and shook his head.
"People would wonder how they carried it. They might think magic or something nefarious was at play. They might think that someone is there that shouldn't be."
"The human world is quite troublesome."
As Holo spoke, she began to remove her clothes, as though determining that no one was around.
For the moment, he averted his gaze out of respect, but his eyes suddenly went to the walls.
There were small nails evenly spaced along the wall. They looked like small mounds, and it was probably where they buried the ashes of the saint's statue.
Luckily, since they were not the real ashes, there was no tired expression of the saint, sitting on the mounds being made to protect the town, nor did the saint have to endure a coughing fit every year after they dug the holes and added new ashes.
"Ha-ha."
It was when he imagined that and laughed.
He thought he saw Selim sitting on a mound, looking at him.
"What is it?"
Holo, removing her last piece of clothing, noticed Lawrence.
Lawrence tried his hardest to think of the meaning of what he had just seen.
Sitting on the mound, the saint, who should not be there.
This, too, was a common type of narrative in the Church.
The most conspicuous example was grave robbing.
"...Hey."
Not looking away from the mounds, he swallowed, and then spoke.
"I want to ask something."
"What is it?"
He jumped a little because her voice was rather close.
He turned around, and Holo was practically whispering in his ear.
"'Tis been a long time since I've seen that expression."
Holo narrowed her eyes, grinning. Her tail wagged happily.
"...I might not be able to live up to your expectations...There is a chance you might become angry."
"Hmm?" Holo said, and her animal ears twitched, as if saying, Say what you want to say.

Output:
It could work, but there were parts of it that might offend Holo.
Lawrence spoke slowly of the ridiculous plan that had popped into his head, and approaching the delicate parts, he said:
"Would you get angry if I sat atop another woman?"
Holo's smile clearly changed to a forced one.
Then, she spoke.
"I trust you. I shall not grow angry over every single thing. And I have sharp eyes and ears."
And of course, sharp fangs.
But the way she spoke was her mark of approval.
"Of course, 'tis the only choice with your plan."
"You go ahead and follow Mr. Millike's plan, because I don't know if this will work out well."
"Hmm. I, too, wish to run freely by myself sometimes."
She removed her last piece of clothing, intentionally threw it at Lawrence, and jumped from the carriage, now naked.
"Are you forgetting your praise?" She was not the least bit embarrassed.
Instead, she seemed cold.
"This reminds me of old times," Lawence said, and Holo widened her eyes in surprise, then immediately laughed.
"Fool."
In that moment, she returned to a giant wolf.
"My clothes," she said to him, and Lawrence hurriedly folded the clothes she had scattered everywhere and gathered them with a string. Like a big dog, she was bumping his head with her nose the entire time.
"I'm counting on you."
The wolf's sharp, magnificent eyes stared at Lawrence.
"You as well."
Holo swiftly stood and gazed out at the horizon.
"Should those fools make a small village of wolves, then we know what the name of their patron saint shall be."
He could tell she was smiling with that fanged mouth.
And before Lawrence could say anything, Holo dashed off like the wind.
He wiped off the mud she had splattered on him as she ran off, likely on purpose, until he could no longer see her.
"Honestly..."
He swore, but his face smiled.
He made Holo expect quite a bit from this. If this ended in a fruitless delight, then he did not know what she would do to him.
"Well then, let's go make miracles!"
With newfound energy, he jumped onto the driver's perch of the wagon.
When Lawrence returned to the city government building, he summoned Millike.
He told him about his plan and saw how it made the other man wear a clear frown.
Though he had that expression, Millike did not say no.
"This way, the Debau Company will calm down, the Church will save face, and Aram and the others can live there."
There was just one way everything could be settled peacefully.
"...No harm in trying...hmm."
"At the worst, the Archbishop might think he was tricked by a fox."
"Mm..."
Millike thought silently for a brief moment, and his beard quivered under his breath.
"You've really thought about this. Is this how trade goes between merchants?"
"I am not a merchant." Lawrence shrugged and smiled. "I am the master of a bathhouse in Nyohhira, which sits between this world and the next."
Millike, astonished, waved his hand and returned to business.
Lawrence, with his own feet, headed toward the room that was set aside for Selim. When he opened the door, there was Selim sitting on the bed, the candles in the room unlit. Perhaps she had heard Lawrence's big footsteps and resigned herself to any kind of treatment.
"We have a plan. Everything might end well for all of us."
Since he had said such a thing so suddenly, she did not seem surprised, but rather looked at Lawrence dubiously.
"But it might end up a bit differently than how you dreamed," he said as a disclaimer and then explained it to her.
Selim was perplexed at first, but as she came to see the outcome, the color of her eyes suddenly changed.
And Lawrence added one last thing.
"I need your assistance."
She stood up, emboldened.
"I will help."
Standing there was not a sorry sheep munching on grass. Supposing she were one, she was more like the brave sheep that was the last standing in that muddy square.
Selim was a wolf. Once she decided on her prey, her expression mirrored that of Holo's.
"But I must confirm one thing with you."
"What is it?"
Lawrence cleared his throat.


Instruction: Given first part of the popular LightNovel spice and wolf as input, continue the story the best you can.

Input:
It could work, but there were parts of it that might offend Holo.
Lawrence spoke slowly of the ridiculous plan that had popped into his head, and approaching the delicate parts, he said:
"Would you get angry if I sat atop another woman?"
Holo's smile clearly changed to a forced one.
Then, she spoke.
"I trust you. I shall not grow angry over every single thing. And I have sharp eyes and ears."
And of course, sharp fangs.
But the way she spoke was her mark of approval.
"Of course, 'tis the only choice with your plan."
"You go ahead and follow Mr. Millike's plan, because I don't know if this will work out well."
"Hmm. I, too, wish to run freely by myself sometimes."
She removed her last piece of clothing, intentionally threw it at Lawrence, and jumped from the carriage, now naked.
"Are you forgetting your praise?" She was not the least bit embarrassed.
Instead, she seemed cold.
"This reminds me of old times," Lawence said, and Holo widened her eyes in surprise, then immediately laughed.
"Fool."
In that moment, she returned to a giant wolf.
"My clothes," she said to him, and Lawrence hurriedly folded the clothes she had scattered everywhere and gathered them with a string. Like a big dog, she was bumping his head with her nose the entire time.
"I'm counting on you."
The wolf's sharp, magnificent eyes stared at Lawrence.
"You as well."
Holo swiftly stood and gazed out at the horizon.
"Should those fools make a small village of wolves, then we know what the name of their patron saint shall be."
He could tell she was smiling with that fanged mouth.
And before Lawrence could say anything, Holo dashed off like the wind.
He wiped off the mud she had splattered on him as she ran off, likely on purpose, until he could no longer see her.
"Honestly..."
He swore, but his face smiled.
He made Holo expect quite a bit from this. If this ended in a fruitless delight, then he did not know what she would do to him.
"Well then, let's go make miracles!"
With newfound energy, he jumped onto the driver's perch of the wagon.
When Lawrence returned to the city government building, he summoned Millike.
He told him about his plan and saw how it made the other man wear a clear frown.
Though he had that expression, Millike did not say no.
"This way, the Debau Company will calm down, the Church will save face, and Aram and the others can live there."
There was just one way everything could be settled peacefully.
"...No harm in trying...hmm."
"At the worst, the Archbishop might think he was tricked by a fox."
"Mm..."
Millike thought silently for a brief moment, and his beard quivered under his breath.
"You've really thought about this. Is this how trade goes between merchants?"
"I am not a merchant." Lawrence shrugged and smiled. "I am the master of a bathhouse in Nyohhira, which sits between this world and the next."
Millike, astonished, waved his hand and returned to business.
Lawrence, with his own feet, headed toward the room that was set aside for Selim. When he opened the door, there was Selim sitting on the bed, the candles in the room unlit. Perhaps she had heard Lawrence's big footsteps and resigned herself to any kind of treatment.
"We have a plan. Everything might end well for all of us."
Since he had said such a thing so suddenly, she did not seem surprised, but rather looked at Lawrence dubiously.
"But it might end up a bit differently than how you dreamed," he said as a disclaimer and then explained it to her.
Selim was perplexed at first, but as she came to see the outcome, the color of her eyes suddenly changed.
And Lawrence added one last thing.
"I need your assistance."
She stood up, emboldened.
"I will help."
Standing there was not a sorry sheep munching on grass. Supposing she were one, she was more like the brave sheep that was the last standing in that muddy square.
Selim was a wolf. Once she decided on her prey, her expression mirrored that of Holo's.
"But I must confirm one thing with you."
"What is it?"
Lawrence cleared his throat.

Output:
He thought it polite to at least ask. She was of age, after all.
"...As long as Lady Holo does not grow angry, then it is fine with me."
"She probably won't."
"Heh-heh. Then all right. Mr. Lawrence, I will be sure to take you to Lenos."
"I'm only with you until the reception. Everything after that depends on your wits."
In the joy of being given a big responsibility, Selim beamed a smile that suited a girl her age and spoke.
"I am confident I can portray a dreary nun very well."
She was actually a girl who could smile and joke like this.
Lawrence nodded.
"Let's see if I agree with you."
Selim smiled uncomfortably, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. There appeared the face of a nun who had never smiled before in her life.
"Long ago in the mountains, there was a monastery. In those ruins, there is a grave, and there are those who are unearthing it. I am Selim. I am the nun whose grave is being robbed."
It was perfect.
Together with Selim, Lawrence headed out past the walls, and this time with complete respect, he turned away as she changed.
When prompted, he turned back, and there was a young-looking female wolf with beautiful silver fur that was two sizes smaller than Holo, but still much larger than a person.
"...It is odd that you do not fear me."
"Mine is much scarier."
The feel about her was much different than Holo, but he was oddly touched when he realized that the way wolves smiled was the same.
With the letter he had Millike prepare for him, the nun clothes, and Selim's clothes on his back, he climbed up onto the silver wolf.
"Then we shall go."
They immediately became the wind.
It would take more than two full days on the legs of a wolf to reach Lenos, the town of fur and lumber. On human legs, one would have to prepare for a journey of ten days. Then, there was the archiepiscopate, which was the Church's authority that spread throughout that region, and the archbishop, who could say the head of a herring was sacred and it would be so.
According to Lawrence's plan, Selim would sneak into the archbishop's house and speak to him by his pillow.
I am Sister Selim. Far to the north, I have slumbered under the blessings of God...
It was all and well that she matured her faith deep in the mountains and was then called to God's side, but the body she left behind, by a heavenly miracle, unseen, turned into silver. She was able to rest soundly because the creatures of the forest had no interest, but greedy humans were different. She was troubled for they were planning to dig up her grave, and she wanted the archbishop to help her in the name of God.
It would be easy for wolf Selim to climb over the walls and sneak in.
Two days later, bracing against the cold wind, they finally reached Lenos—a place he had not been to for a long time. Briefly savoring the nostalgia, they headed to their destination.
The archbishop was asleep in his manor, which was like a noble's mansion, built on the side of the giant cathedral.
As the moon, as slim as a wolf claw, rose in the sky, Lawrence watched Selim disappear into the manor's garden.
The following day, Lawrence made himself seem timid and knocked on the gates of the great cathedral. "I am a humble peddler, but last night I had a dream that commanded me to guide the archbishop to Svernel..."
The archbishop, who was visited last night in something that could have either been a dream or reality, seemed like he would not have doubted even the wildest of stories. He received Lawrence warmly, thinking he was truly a servant of God, and forgetting all his business, he immediately began to prepare for the journey.
Then the archbishop headed straight for Svernel, and there was the Debau Company, who controlled the silver mining in the north, and the ones who had found silver while digging with the pope's permit in hand, all sitting together silently, waiting. Moreover—they were in the middle of an ugly fight over the silver.


Instruction: Given first part of the popular LightNovel spice and wolf as input, continue the story the best you can.

Input:
He thought it polite to at least ask. She was of age, after all.
"...As long as Lady Holo does not grow angry, then it is fine with me."
"She probably won't."
"Heh-heh. Then all right. Mr. Lawrence, I will be sure to take you to Lenos."
"I'm only with you until the reception. Everything after that depends on your wits."
In the joy of being given a big responsibility, Selim beamed a smile that suited a girl her age and spoke.
"I am confident I can portray a dreary nun very well."
She was actually a girl who could smile and joke like this.
Lawrence nodded.
"Let's see if I agree with you."
Selim smiled uncomfortably, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. There appeared the face of a nun who had never smiled before in her life.
"Long ago in the mountains, there was a monastery. In those ruins, there is a grave, and there are those who are unearthing it. I am Selim. I am the nun whose grave is being robbed."
It was perfect.
Together with Selim, Lawrence headed out past the walls, and this time with complete respect, he turned away as she changed.
When prompted, he turned back, and there was a young-looking female wolf with beautiful silver fur that was two sizes smaller than Holo, but still much larger than a person.
"...It is odd that you do not fear me."
"Mine is much scarier."
The feel about her was much different than Holo, but he was oddly touched when he realized that the way wolves smiled was the same.
With the letter he had Millike prepare for him, the nun clothes, and Selim's clothes on his back, he climbed up onto the silver wolf.
"Then we shall go."
They immediately became the wind.
It would take more than two full days on the legs of a wolf to reach Lenos, the town of fur and lumber. On human legs, one would have to prepare for a journey of ten days. Then, there was the archiepiscopate, which was the Church's authority that spread throughout that region, and the archbishop, who could say the head of a herring was sacred and it would be so.
According to Lawrence's plan, Selim would sneak into the archbishop's house and speak to him by his pillow.
I am Sister Selim. Far to the north, I have slumbered under the blessings of God...
It was all and well that she matured her faith deep in the mountains and was then called to God's side, but the body she left behind, by a heavenly miracle, unseen, turned into silver. She was able to rest soundly because the creatures of the forest had no interest, but greedy humans were different. She was troubled for they were planning to dig up her grave, and she wanted the archbishop to help her in the name of God.
It would be easy for wolf Selim to climb over the walls and sneak in.
Two days later, bracing against the cold wind, they finally reached Lenos—a place he had not been to for a long time. Briefly savoring the nostalgia, they headed to their destination.
The archbishop was asleep in his manor, which was like a noble's mansion, built on the side of the giant cathedral.
As the moon, as slim as a wolf claw, rose in the sky, Lawrence watched Selim disappear into the manor's garden.
The following day, Lawrence made himself seem timid and knocked on the gates of the great cathedral. "I am a humble peddler, but last night I had a dream that commanded me to guide the archbishop to Svernel..."
The archbishop, who was visited last night in something that could have either been a dream or reality, seemed like he would not have doubted even the wildest of stories. He received Lawrence warmly, thinking he was truly a servant of God, and forgetting all his business, he immediately began to prepare for the journey.
Then the archbishop headed straight for Svernel, and there was the Debau Company, who controlled the silver mining in the north, and the ones who had found silver while digging with the pope's permit in hand, all sitting together silently, waiting. Moreover—they were in the middle of an ugly fight over the silver.

Output:
Please wait, do not touch that silver! That is a holy woman who has been blessed by God!
Those words also marked the birth of a pilgrimage tourist attraction.
If the miracle of the holy woman really did happen, then the archbishop would not have handled the earth so carelessly after she stood by his side at night. Then the townspeople, no matter how greedy, would be unable to mine for silver. If they could not mine for silver, then the Debau Company had no need to bare its fangs.
Then, if people came and offered money, they would be able to open a little inn there.
"There were many rough edges, but it all rounded out quite nicely."
Holo was unusually impressed.
"That's only because you fought for it until the very end."
That was not modesty. The time when they would have been breathlessly convinced that something good was waiting for them at the end of the road had already passed. As it brought about peace, it also created a feeling similar to resignation that things that were meant to be would be.
On their journey some ten-odd years ago, the one that would have cared the most about Aram and the others would definitely have been himself. He could imagine it—there was no mistaking that he would have raised a stink when he got a whiff of the profit he could make off a conflict of interest surrounding unexploited silver. In the process, he would have reached out a hand to Selim, unable to leave her out of the excitement; then Holo would grow jealous and there would have been a fight and a big commotion...
But about that last part, it was not as though Lady Holo the Wisewolf had already forgiven him.
"So, did you enjoy riding on that girl?" his wife inquired with a smile.
And Lawrence lay in bed, and Holo sat in a chair beside it. She held a bowl full of porridge in one hand and scooped some with a spoon and was feeding him.
Though it was fine clinging to Selim's back, heading to Lenos as a part of the plan, he could not win against his age. He had gotten all muddy and used up all his strength in the festival event, then traveled to Lenos for two whole days in the cold wind, and then turned right around and journeyed almost a week with the archbishop—there was no way he could have endured such an exhausting journey hale and hearty.
That night after seeing through Svernel's situation, he was seized by a high fever and collapsed.
He had nightmares for three days and three nights, and his fever was only now subsiding.
"She had silver fur."
"Hmm."
Holo blew on the porridge in the spoon to cool it down and fed it to him properly.
"She was about two sizes smaller than you. A bit bigger than a big cow."
"Mm."
"I don't really know how fast she was going."
She scooped up more from the bowl and blew on it.
"And?"
When she asked him that, he realized.
She wanted to be mad.
"Yeah...It might have been because she was young, but her fur was really soft— Mgh!"
She shoved the spoon into his mouth as he spoke.
Holo, smiling, rattled the spoon around in his mouth.
Lawrence somehow bit into it and held fast until she let go.
He had a feeling he knew why she wanted to be angry.
"I couldn't have predicted how it would end from the start. I was doing my best when I thought of how to round out those rough edges."
And he had not thought of what to do after he had grabbed a hold of those edges.
Holo stared at Lawrence and slowly wagged her tail back and forth. She looked like a wolf who was ready to move immediately whether her prey ran left or right.
He did not know how long the silence lasted, and when Holo slowly took the spoon from Lawrence's hand, she scooped some more porridge and blew on it.
Then, she ate it herself.
"You fool."
Though since after eating some herself for a bit, she started to slowly feed Lawrence again, she was probably not truly angry at him. She might have gotten angry if he had lumped them together, like a dog asserting its territory.