Chapter 406 – Pur

“Hiyaa -! It’s cool.”

As soon as Atra left the store, cold air filled her lungs.

The heat rising to my cheeks and my dulled senses were still there, but not to the point where I was worried about tomorrow right now.

The wind blowing through the crowded crowds is not bad.

The atmosphere of the street, where the darkness is defeated using only flames without magic tools, is cool and makes you walk slower.

“It’s definitely more complicated as to whether the evenings are popular. Let’s be careful not to get caught up in the crowds.”

“You’ll be safe next to your brother, right?”

“Of course… I will take responsibility for your safety.”

Instead of the usual benevolent smile, it was a bright smile that gave off a feeling of childlike innocence.

At Atra’s question, which smiled brightly on her face, Roman nodded her head, feeling embarrassed.

‘···.’

Roman observed Atra following him, holding his arm.

It was impressive to say that she was sober, but she was excited and radiated emotions as bright as the sun.

However, I can’t say I’m drunk, but I’m clearly able to distinguish between right and wrong, and I’m clearly planning the discussion to be held tomorrow.

There, Roman’s developed intuition recalled the wine glass he had briefly seen on his way out.

‘I wonder if there’s a reason why a little alcohol was left behind…’

She had been convinced when the saint had half-emptied her glass at her dinner table.

Atra’s face was burning red and she had lost her utensil once, so it was easy enough to tell with certainty that the saintess’ drinking capacity was weak.

As if I was saddened by the natural law of wine diminishing as I drank it, I was left with a light question as to why I had left about a sip of wine even though I tasted it sparingly and sparingly.

‘On purpose?’

If it was left intentionally because it seemed like it would cross a line in that state, it would be self-respect based on self-restraint that is no different from steel.

Isn’t it truly an incredible feat of patience for her to calmly understand her own condition and turn away from temptation?

Maybe it’s because the alcohol has strengthened my naivety. I felt like it was truly unique.

“Atra.”

“Yes?”

“I’d like to serve ice cream too.”

“That’s it! Absolutely not!”

“It’s a shame.”

A firm refusal that will never be broken.

Roman felt a smile of regret for not being able to give her an award worthy of her uniqueness.

“There are so many stalls, so it won’t be a problem to go anywhere.”

Because there were so many customers visiting the prayer ceremony, the number of street stalls was dizzying.

Unlike Roman, who was looking in front of her, Atra, who was busy moving her head left and right, pulled the arm she was holding and made a voice.

“That… I want that! I want to eat something cool and not sticky in my mouth.”

Roman’s eyes followed the direction Atra’s finger was pointing.

“Dragon’s Blood Sherbet? That’s a grand name.”

“It’s even more surprising that that sign is allowed at the Prayer Ceremony… But anyway, I just want to eat sherbet!”

It appears to simply be comparing the color to a provocative word, and since it does not have the scent of blood, it is not real blood.

Proof of this is the pile of fruit shells as tall as the elf who appears to be the owner next to him.

“I guess elves can be trusted with fruit.”

“Go quickly!”

As the two people stepped in, the customers in front of them rushed out with cups in their hands.

As Atra began to read her menu thoughtfully, her mouth watering, the elf approached her and began to explain with his mouth glued to her mouth.

“In addition to strawberry, tomato, raspberry, blueberry, grape, and rose, there are three more flavors! We make sherbet from a variety of edible fruits and plants using magic, without sugar or condensed milk. If you don’t like them mixed together, there are individual flavors as well.”

“What kind of fruit is that?”

Atra was interested in a fruit that she had never seen before.

“Hmm? Well, wouldn’t you know it if you weren’t an elf? This is no different from a snack for elves who live in the forest, not the city. It’s a fruit called ‘Pyr’.”

It was not only Atra who asked the question, but also Roman, who had heard of this fruit for the first time.

Atra couldn’t take his eyes off what he was seeing for the first time, strangely intrigued.

“Would it be okay for races other than elves to eat it?”

The elf, who twitched her nose after hearing the saintess’s curious words, nodded her head.

“You’ve already tasted it, young lady. In some wine processes, fermented puree is added to add a unique taste. The taste is similar to grapes, but it has a strong sour taste, and each grain has become as large as an apple.”

“Then give me that!”

Haha! You are a beast woman with refreshing decisions. I will make you have a refreshing taste that will make you forget even the fireworks.”

Is the camouflage effect of a high-quality headband better than expected?

The elf looked at Atra and concluded that she was a beast.

“What about you, brother?”

“I’ll take tomatoes.”

As Atra opened her purse and paid for her fairy tale, the elf pulled out two of her paper cups.

“Yes, yes. The beastman girl is Pur. The human friend is Tomato. Just wait a moment.”

Put the fruit on a cutting board, chop it into small pieces, freeze it with mana, turn it over, trim it with a knife again, and freeze it.

The process, which continued several times, seemed quite cumbersome considering the amount of money involved.

Just like the dwarves selling bread, their speed was very fast as if their hands were fully cooked.

“Come on! Puree and a tomato!”

“Wow… Thank you!”

After receiving her cup, Atra smiled brightly, bid her master prosper, and left the room with Roman.

“You must be a skilled elf to make sherbet on the spot like that and sell it.”

“Hehe… I’m also amazed because it’s my first time seeing something like that.”

Roman and Atra walked to the center of the prayer ceremony, tasting fruit pieces and small ice particles coming up through straws.

As I dug inside, I saw the Yongin tribe gathering and stacking logs.

The picture looked like someone trying to enjoy a campfire of an ignorant size.

“Oh… Do you see that over there? It seems like everyone gathered in the center to see that.”

“···.”

“Atra?”

Her saintess was clearly holding her own arm.

Still, she didn’t answer, so she turned her head and saw Atra, who had completely emptied the sherbet, stumbling around with her head down.

“Hmm…”

“Are you okay?”

When Roman squatted down in her seat to check on her condition, Atra lifted her red head and showed her hazy eyes.

Then her lips trembled and her tears began to flow drop by drop.

“I’m getting sick after eating more…! Heeeeeow…

“?!”

The thought in her head stops due to the sudden situation.

When Roman saw Atra crying sadly while looking at an empty paper cup, he felt like he had been hit on the head with a hammer.

“Okay, let me check the cup in a moment.”

Roman, who somehow received the cup from Atra, who was sniffling and crying, put it on his nose and checked.

‘It’s just a fruit?’

Judging by the smell, it wasn’t fermented or mixed with alcohol.

As she tried to taste the remnants of her bottom with her fingers, Atragaro clung to Roman and tried to take her paper cup back.

“Hey…Don’t take what’s mine…”

“No, no! Atra-sama… I’m not taking it away, I’m confirming it.”

Roman tried to calm down Atra, who was showing a hand-to-hand attack.

By handing over the tomato sherbet in his hand, he was given a moment to think.

Even so, there was no answer.

‘···Should I go back and ask that elf?’

Because Atra, the person who ordered it, used her headband to disguise herself as a beast.

These are two people who have not been able to hear the explanation of what effect Fur, the fruit of the elves, has on the human body.

To beastmen, it is just an ordinary fruit, just like to elves.

But it’s different for humans.

This is such a case. Simply the case.

It’s like how cats have a unique reaction to catnip or catnip.

It is similar to how elves have no nutritional problems even if they eat only fruit, and dragon people live without problems even if they only eat meat.

The fruit called Pur has no problem with elves and beastmen, but it has the same effect as high-alcohol wine on humans, dwarves, and dragons.

“Atra? I think we should go back to that stall from earlier.”

The saintess, who was frantically tasting tomato sherbet, shook her head at Roman’s words.

He then pointed to the wood that the Yongin people were stacking.

“I don’t like it… Atra is going to see that.”

“···.”

As she tried to sit down on the floor, Art Larloman immediately grabbed her and lifted her up.

The saintess giggles like her child, as if it’s funny that even if she tries to sit on the ground due to Roman’s strength, she doesn’t sit down and remains in a half-tilted state.

‘I’m going crazy.’

The line of drinking that was enjoyed only to the limit has been completely broken.

Without having to go back to the stall and ask, it was clear from the strong scent of Atra’s breath that he was drunk.

“Ahh!!!”

“Atra?”

Atra, who was about to sit down, jumped up and let out her exclamation.

The place where the sky blue gaze is directed is the preparation site for the campfire.

The place, which was nearing its final stages of preparation, was already surrounded by people, and the inside could not be seen from Atra’s height.

“I can’t see…! Heeeee…”

“It’s piled high, so you’ll be able to see it once the fire is lit.”

Roman, who was taken aback by the sight of her crying as if a faucet had burst, first tried to comfort her as much as possible.

Atra’s emotions changed so quickly that it was difficult for Roman to follow.

I had no time or energy to find a reason or anything.

“Roman!”

“Yes?”

Atra pulled up her sleeve with her innocent gesture, and Guinea Roman’s head naturally turned.

And the saint opened her arms and made her request.

“The wooden horse… Quickly!”