"Darling, in the legends of our Snowfort Territory, mischievous fairies live in chairs. Would you let me be your Chair Fairy?"
January 7, at night, in the bedroom.
Lunifis, who had dressed up with great care, said those words.
"A ch-chair?"
Roland, who had been absorbed in his studies, stared in disbelief.
Before he could react, Lunifis giggled and sat down on him.
Oh, no!
I'm studying!
I need to concentrate on learning Yther Runes!
Quite some time later, Lunifis said, still wanting more, "Darling, in the legends of our Snowfort Territory, mischievous fairies live in tables, too. Would you let me be your Table Fairy?"
Roland: "..."
Another while later, Lunifis said, her eyes hazy, "Darling, in the legends of our Snowfort Territory, sofas also..."
Roland: "..."
After spending most of the night on it, Roland finally understood.
The chairs, tables, sofas, bathrooms, bathtubs, washstands, dressing tables, pillows, and beds of Snowfort Territory...
Every damn one of them was home to a mischievous little fairy!
January 8, early morning. The wind had died down, and the snow had stopped.
Everyone rose early and gathered at the entrance to the town below Snowfort, waiting to head out on their excursion.
Roland arrived late, with dark circles under his eyes and a dull complexion.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise, "Roland, how did you even get dark circles?"
"Stud... studying... I was studying Yther Runes!"
Roland waved a hand and sighed helplessly.
"Oh?"
Yther Runes were a secret teaching of the Yther Wizard Tower, not something ordinary people had the chance to encounter.
Everyone immediately understood.
The study of Arcana was arduous and tedious. Its hardships were beyond explaining to outsiders.
Today, Lunifis had changed into a light little fur-lined leather jacket over a fitted vest. She looked radiant and dazzlingly beautiful.