Violant of the Silver

the shade of the tree that was along the street where the weapon store was located.
There was also a bench placed near the trunk of the tree.
Vio sat on the bench with Rille, while Lantz and Cheval stood side-by-side, taking sips from their cups.

Vio took a sip of the stonepelt juice himself.
Its sweet and sour taste made him smile.
“The fruit itself was delicious, but it tastes even better as a drink.”

Rille said, “You’re right, Master.
It’s delicious.
It’s been a long time since I last drank this.”

“When I was a kid, I always looked forward to having this during the summer.”

Since Rille and Cheval had grown up in the royal capital, the juice brought them nostalgia.
Only Lantz remained silent as he drank his.

Vio shifted his gaze toward him.
“Sir Lantz, does it not suit your tastes?”

“No, it’s delicious.
It’s just… I was surprised that Lord Violant would buy and drink something like this.”

“Oh, this is the first time I’ve bought a drink from a stall.
Usually, Jill does everything for me, including the shopping.”

“Mister Jill is a talented person.
He can do everything!” added Rille, pride in her voice.

Vio nodded in agreement, taking another sip.
Unconsciously, he muttered, “This will definitely taste delicious as a sorbet.”

Rille looked at Vio in puzzlement.
“Sorbay?”

Vio tried not to panic at the fact that he had revealed knowledge from his previous life.
With caution, he replied, “I’ve forgotten where I heard it before, but you would freeze the juice and shave it.
Then you would eat the shavings.
Turning them into a bite-sized piece of ice might be good too.” A pause.
“That mental image left me craving for some.
Maybe I should try making sorbet.
If I could first borrow a kitchen somewhere…”

“Master sure knows everything.
I haven’t eaten anything of the sort.
But if we only need to freeze the juice before shaving it, Mister Jill’s magic would do the trick.
I’ll try making it once we get home.”

“Really? Then please do, Rille.”

“Yes, please leave it to me.”

In the middle of Vio’s pleasant chat with Rille, he saw a young man with black hair coming toward them from a distance.

“Sir Night?”

“As I thought, it’s Lord Violant,” said Night before bowing.
He was dressed in a plain black robe.
“I’m sorry for bothering you in the midst of your sightseeing.
I had thought it was only someone with great semblance to Lord Violant.
But against my expectations, it really was you.”

“It’s okay.
I dressed like this to blend with the commoners.” Vio grinned, happy that it did the trick.

But Night laughed and said, “No way, Lord Violant.
Regardless of how I look at you, it’s obvious that you’re a noble travelling incognito.
I just never thought I would see you drinking juice by the side of the road… So even a member of a duke’s family would buy and drink something like this.”

His words were similar to Lantz’s.
Vio also felt secretly sad that his disguise didn’t work at all.
“It looked delicious, so I bought a few cups.
Sir Night, are you here to look for a new sword as well?”

“No, the princess has already given me a new sword.
But I heard of a shop around the area that has a good lineup of products, and there are several weapons that I wish to purchase.
That’s why I came here.”

This reminded Vio that in the manga “Princess Dances with the Night,” the protagonist Night always prepared several steps ahead.
He always carried hidden weapons and gadgets on his person.
It seemed that he did his preparations in this manner.

“How unexpected.
Right now, Legion is selecting a sword from that store.”

“Sir Legion?” Night glanced at the weapon store and began to look fidgety.

“Please feel free to talk to him.
He’ll definitely be happy.”

“Ah, no.
Please pardon my rudeness.
I was wondering what type of sword the best knight in this kingdom would choose.”

“It’s fine, I don’t really mind,” said Vio.
Though Night tried to keep a calm facade, Vio could see right through him.
“Ah, Sir Night.
We’re going to a restaurant on 10th Avenue that’s known for its delicious dishes.
Why don’t you join us? I’ll treat you.”

“Uh, is that okay? I’m incredibly grateful for your offer.
I have no acquaintances in this town, so I have no idea what is delicious here… I even wondered whether I should just buy some bread and return after completing my purchases.” Night’s gray eyes sparkled, and he had a genuine charming smile on his face, not a hint of flattery present.
He bowed once again.
“Then I will finish my business first.
Please wait a moment.”

“Legi is also inside, so you don’t need to hurry.”

“Yes!” replied Night, his tone lighthearted.
However, he still walked toward the weapon store at a fast pace.

“…Maybe I should buy another cup,” said Vio, glancing down into his empty cup.

Quick as lightning, Rille stood up.
“I will buy it for Master this time! I won’t lose to Sir Cheval!”

Then, not giving Vio time to recover from his surprise, Rille ran to the stall they had visited earlier.

Unable to help himself, Vio asked, “Sir Cheval, have you made any progress with Rille?”

“If I have, she wouldn’t act so competitive with me like this…” Cheval breathed a heavy sigh.

Lantz patted the other knight’s shoulder, though his face was as expressionless as ever.