All things came back to life; the breath of spring had arrived.
The bitter winter melted with the snowmelt into the streams, and the withered old oak trees put out new shoots.
Before he knew it, the time had reached the Wind Claw Month.
Xia Nan was also about to welcome the first anniversary of his crossing over to the Aifala Continent.
Because of that, he felt he needed a little sense of ceremony, to further ease the heavy pressure brought on by his tense adventuring life.
It would also add a little more humanity to himself, so he would not completely become a heartless machine for earning Gold Coins and grinding proficiency.
Of course, since he was not the sort of person who liked showing off or putting on a grand display, he naturally could not be like the few Professionals he had seen some days ago, spending a fortune to book out the entire tavern for a banquet.
A great pot of creamy mushroom soup, specially adjusted to suit his own preferences and gushing with fragrance, along with a few slices of wheat bread to go with it, toasted until fragrant, crisp, and golden, a plate of Stewed Meat, and half a bottle of ice-cold Ale.
And the lingering crisp pleasure still left in his fingers from tearing through Goblin flesh with his sword blade a few days ago.
That was already enough to make him feel extremely satisfied, and he considered the day full and wonderful.
Sitting alone in his old spot in the corner of the Tavern Hall, he enjoyed an entire table of sumptuous food.
The White Tit Tavern was as lively as usual, filled with all kinds of Adventurers.
At some point, however, willow branches and hazel branches had been hung above the tavern