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CHAPTER 25: MY PRODUCED DRUG VILLAGE BECOMES A SEA OF FLAMES ON THE NIGHT OF THE HARVEST FESTIVAL - PART 1
A week had passed since the officials left.
On that day, while helping with the harvest work, Souta was summoned to Assam's house.
"It went so smoothly it's laughable."
Assam handed him a letter. To Souta, it looked like a text in Japanese, but it was definitely requesting more opium. The letter passionately described the effects of the extracted and refined morphine as a medicine, but the underlying message was a desire for more.
"Make them want it, and in return, they'll be more lenient with their collections."
"Yeah, I don't know what they're using it for, but yeah. And that soap you've been making seems to be popular among the curious folks over there. Well, the moment the Border Baron who heard the rumors gets involved isn't far off."
"Well, that's good news, but..."
"What is it? Something bothering you?"
"No, it's just that... things went so smoothly that I'm a bit surprised."
"If you're worried, then worry. But don't worry too much."
"...What is it? I have this uneasy feeling."
――What am I anxious about?
――First, we can afford to save money in this village. And I might even get a source of cash income other than drugs.
Souta examined each possibility one by one.
――Spread of drugs in the village? No, the elves in this village aren't foolish enough for that.
――Authoritarian intervention from the Border Baron? No, are there really fools who'd cut down the goose that lays the golden eggs?
――Sabotage from the "Crystal Night" aiming for my skills? No, if that were the case, it would have started by now.
――Then what is it? What am I worried about?
"Just know this, Souta. If you end up getting so lost in thought that you can't do anything, just have a drink and get a good night's sleep."
"...You're right."
"No matter how much you think about the village's future, you won't know. Luckily, today is the village's harvest festival. Your head is spinning too much. Once in a while, let loose and enjoy yourself. After all, this is your village now."
"Oh... is it today?"
"Yeah. Now, let's expand the wheat fields next year. Sell that to the hill dwarves in the nearby mine, and even more money will flow in. Our savings will increase a bit more. Isn't that wonderful news? It's a dream come true. It's up to you. So, at least for today, try to have a good time, okay?"
"Thank you... Village Chief. I'll take a short break."
Outside the window, the remaining fields of turnips for the upcoming harvest after today swayed in the wind.
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Three hours later, Souta was trembling with muscle pain.
"My legs, and my right and left arms hurt! What kind of festival is this? Let me rest!"
The compulsory event "Worm Dance," which began with the Harvest Festival, was a tradition passed down through the villagers for generations. When the music started playing, everyone, regardless of age or gender, had to keep dancing. As a human, Souta was also not exempt from being a part of the village.
"Souta, after the singing contest, there are still about twenty more sets of the Worm Dance."
"Souta, you're tired because we've been harvesting a lot recently. There's no way a man would get tired after just ten sets of the Worm Dance."
――Those dancing elf savages...!
Souta was so out of breath that he couldn't reply. The dance had a lively rhythm, and lifting his legs repeatedly put strain on his thighs and calves.
"But it's good that you're tired from a successful harvest. Thanks to you, Souta. Last year was a bad harvest, so we didn't really have a festival."
Around a hundred elves gathered in the village square. Except for those who were sick or tending to babies, this was almost everyone in the village.
"Souta, want some alcohol? It's chilled."
Souta took the cup offered with trembling arms and quickly took a sip. The drink inside was nicely chilled, and it soaked into his overheated body, cooled by sweat.
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"It's sweet and slightly fizzy... and there are small ice cubes floating in it, making it easy to drink."
"I made it. I added herbs and let the unrile Camos fruit steep in the barrel for a bit before freezing it."
"Ayahi made it? That's impressive."
"Having a lot of small ice cubes is my original touch. You remember when you were adjusting temperatures while making things like diethyl ether and sulfuric acid, right? I thought it was interesting, so I tried it myself. You might not know because you're busy with work, but it's become quite popular in the village."
――In a way, it's a clever use of chemistry.
The pale purple liquid inside the cup emitted a pleasant coldness and a sweet aroma. Unable to resist, I drank it all in one go.
"You're amazing, Ayahi. Truly amazing. You saved me... seriously."
"Hehe, don't praise me too much... it's embarrassing."
"Ayahi, you've really taken a liking to Souta, huh? Even though at first, you had such an attitude."
"Well, it's not like he's a bad person, and, you know, whatever, Mother."
At that moment, a voice called Ayahi from a distance. A girl about Ayahi's age waved her hand towards the table where Souta and Ayahi were sitting.
"Oh, sorry! I'm coming now, Shiret! I'll be right there!"
Ayahi shouted loudly and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"Hehe, to the singing contest! Usually, I only use my powers to guide livestock, but today... listen closely. Sorry, you two, I'm going!"
Ayahi dashed off, following her friend.
After watching her back for a while, the two left behind exchanged glances and chuckled.
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