“It’s summer now. Where exactly can you find ice? Even the grand market in the capital won’t have it!” She said in a tone like a mother scolding her unreasonable child. Eugeo, on the other hand, could recall the bad feeling, as he had seen Kirito making this tight-lipped face before. This childhood friend, when such a light floated in his eyes, when he spoke in such a tone, Eugeo knew from experience that Kirito was thinking about something up to no good. Inside his head, he recalled when Kirito took the honey of the emperor bee to the eastern mountain, or when he broke the jar of milk which had expired a hundred years ago in the church’s cellar, those scenes floated and disappeared in quick succession. “W-Well, it’s fine, isn’t it? There’s nothing wrong with eating in a hurry anyway. Also, if we don’t start our afternoon work soon we’ll be late going back.” Eugeo said while quickly moving the empty plates back to the wicker basket, as he wanted to break off this disturbing topic. However, when he looked at Kirito’s pupils which were shining brilliantly, as if he had some idea, he inevitably realized that his fear had already become reality. “......What is it, what plan do you have this time?” His question was mixed with resignation, Kirito smiled before answering, “Hey...... Looong ago, Eugeo’s grandfather told us a story, remember?” “Hmm......?” “Which story......?”