The clamor was between Guiche and Montmorency. Why haven't this pair left the dorm for summer vacation?
“I see, so that was your purpose! ‘Let's make potions together,' my butt! I shouldn’t have listened to your cajolery about being able to make any Forbidden Potions I want. Just what were you trying to do?”
“That was my objective! I'm not lying!”
“You're having weird thoughts because no one is around, right? Sorry, but I’m not gonna give you one finger until I’m married!”
Guiche shook his head.
“Don’t come any closer!”
“I’ll swear, I’ll give you my word.”
Guiche put his hands on his chest.
“I swear in the presence of the Founder and God that I, Guiche de Gramont, did not unbutton the sleeping Montmorency because of any bad intentions, but I really thought you looked feverish. You were sweating profusely so I was worried you were going to be steamed to death.”
“Really?”
Montmorency regarded him with a doubtful look.
“Swear to God.”
Guiche answered solemnly.
“…not gonna do anything weird?”
“No, not even gonna think about it.”
After Montmorency thought for a moment, she raised her skirt and flashed her panties. Since Guiche jumped at her in an instant, she screamed out loud.
“Dear God! A liar! He’s a liar!”
“White! White! It was really white!”
“No! Stop! Please stop!”
After they fooled around for a while, the door opened with a bang. Kirche and Tabitha came in and their eyes met Montmorency’s eyes, who was just pushed onto a bed by Guiche.
“…oh, you were just about to do it,” sighed Kirche.
Guiche, who suddenly became serious, stood up and said in a very dignified way, “Oh, I was just… straightening the wrinkles in Montmorency’s shirt.”
“By pushing her onto a bed?” Kirche asked with a scoff.
“Straightening the wrinkles,” Guiche repeated himself.
Montmorency said in a cold tone, “Quit it already. That’s all you have in your head.”
Guiche flushed.
Kirche opened her mouth and said tiredly, “You two are a really cheap couple. You don’t have to do it in this suffocating dorm.”
“We are not doing anything! …and I should ask what you're doing. It’s summer break.”
“It’s just not worth the trouble for us. Although it is a vacation, it’s a pain to cross the border just for that. So what are you two doing anyway?”
“We were, um…”
Montmorency fidgeted, as she could not say that she was making Forbidden Potions.
“Ma-magic research.”
“Well, you were doing some kind of research.”
“It was Guiche who wanted to do weird research! His brains are probably fried in this heat!”
Thus criticized Guiche hung his head.
“I guess.”
Kirche muttered, “What do you mean, ‘I guess’?”
“Let’s go out. It wouldn't be a surprise if we fry our brains in here.”
“Huh? Where?”
“Let’s go to the town. It’s gonna be a long break, so let’s have some fun.”
“Well, I do want to drink something cold…”
Guiche agreed. Montmorency, who didn’t even want to think about what would happen if she was left alone in the dorm with Guiche, also agreed.
“Really cool your head down when you drink, ok?”
“I will, swear to God.”
“So, what about that little fella?”
Montmorency pointed her finger at Tabitha. Kirche answered.
“She’s going.”
“You can tell by just looking at her?”
“I can.”
Kirche said it as though it was obvious.
Tabitha then closed her book, walked over to the window sill, and blew a whistle with her mouth. A flapping noise was heard. In a blink, Tabitha jumped out of the window. Kirche followed.
As Montmorency peeked outside the window, she saw Tabitha’s floating Wind Dragon. Kirche was riding on its back and was waving.
“Hurry up or we’ll leave you!”
Guiche and Montmorency both jumped after her and Guiche, who gone ahead, tried to catch Montmorency.
Then Montmorency started screaming things like ‘don’t touch me’ and ‘don’t look at me’ to tease Guiche.
“But…I was only trying to catch you.”
“Where do you think you’re touching?”
“I thought you two were lovers,” muttered Kirche with surprise.
The group finally arrived at Tristain’s castle town and went to a road that forked from Bulton Avenue. It was just about sunset. In the darkening streets, the magic lamps started to color the surroundings. That magical, wondrous sight created a happy atmosphere that wrapped around the street with the summer heat.
If Bulton Avenue was Tristain’s front face, then this Chicton Street was the bowel. Indecent bars and gambling dens were lined up along the street. Montmorency frowned, but Kirche walked on unworriedly. While walking, the group discussed which bar to go to. “Do you know any of the bars around here?” Kirche asked Guiche.
Guiche answered with a smile,
“Well, I do know a good one that I've always wanted to go to.”
“It’s not a weird bar, is it?” Montmorency asked as she heard an amorous tone to his speech. Guiche shook his head.
“It’s not weird at all!”
“Then what kind of a bar is it?”
Guiche fell silent.
“See, it is a weird bar! Just say it!”
Montmorency started to choke Guiche.
“N-, no it’s not! It’s just girls in cute clothes bringing wine for you… Arg!”
“If that's not weird, then what is?”
“That kind of sounds like fun.”
It seemed to have piqued Kirche’s interest. She suggested to Guiche,
“Let’s go there, just some plain bar would be too boring.”
“WHAT?” Montmorency bellowed.
“Why don't Tristainian women have any confidence in themselves? Makes me sick.”
Because Kirche said that in such a taunting way, Montmorency suddenly stood up and said,
“It’s just that wine will taste bad if we just let some low-class women pour it.”
But because Guiche, who had been backed up by Kirche, started to skip away, Montmorency had no choice but to follow.
“Hey! Wait for me! Don’t leave me here!”
“Welcome!”
As they went into the shop, a tall man who wore a leather shirt welcomed them to the shop.
“Oh, are you new? More noble ladies! How beautiful! How très bien! The girls in the shop will be jealous! I’m the storekeeper, Scarron. Please enjoy yourselves today!” he said while he twisted his body and bowed. Although he seemed kind of obscene, he complimented them so Montmorency was now in a better temper. She combed her hair with her fingers and said clearly, “Guide us to the cleanest table”.
“Every table in this store is scrubbed to shine as much as Her Majesty’s pallace.”
Scarron lead the group to one of the tables. The bar seemed to be really prospering.
Just like the rumors said, girls wearing suggestive clothing were carrying wine and food.
Guiche, who was already looking around the bar in ecstasy, ended up with his ear being pulled by Montmorency.
After the party settled down around the table, a strawberry blond haired girl came to take the orders, but for some reason, hurriedly covered her face with a tray. Her whole body started to tremble slightly.
“Why are you hiding your face?” Guiche asked discontentedly. Without answering, she gestured to ask for the order. By looking at the girl’s hair color and height, Kirche quickly realized something and, for the first time this summer, an extra-large smile appeared on her face.