"Anyway, something like this works, that's interesting."
"Jen is talented."
Winter, who had been observing intently, held out his arms as if to fold them. Winter said as he walked her and Violet gently held him.
"It suits you."
"Why is it a black dress?"
"Because the jewelry is expensive, it should stand out."
"The price is what you would call expensive. I'm scared of losing it."
"I got insurance. Don't worry. If you steal it, the insurance company will come after you with a shotgun. Rather, if you don't like the dress, change it. Because there are a lot of them in hotels."
"There are a lot?"
"Did I say there were a lot? I exaggerated inadvertently. I have one or two."
Winter took care of it calmly.
Violet stroked her necklace with her hand. It was a necklace with fifty-six small diamonds of various colors, seven diamonds twice the size, and a silver middle.
Even though it contained many jewels, it looked simple. Additionally, the brooch that held the shawl on her shoulders was carved with the image of a woman who had accomplished great achievements for the Lawrence family and had a jade base.
After a while, the two stopped in front of a warehouse-like place where a bar was located.
Violet asked softly.
"Is there a bar in a place like this?"
"Yes."
Winter walked over and knocked on the blackened wooden door. Five times, three times, two times. Winter said, tapping.
"This number is written on the invitation."
"Yes?"
Violet was a little excited, feeling like she was playing hide and seek. A moment later, the black door opened and Violet's mouth opened of its own accord.
The inside of the door was bright and cheerful, full of people with the characteristic gray eyes, silver hair, or both of the Kanik clan.
As Winter went inside with Violet, the door closed again.
Winter held out her hand towards Violet and she took off her shawl. He walked in, draping the shawl over his arm, and left his clothes with the attendant.
Meanwhile, Violet, who had entered inside, looked at the party with curious eyes, which had a very different feel from the parties she had seen so far. People danced where they wanted to dance and sat where they wanted to sit.
As the two people entered, several people approached them with sullen faces.
"What brings you here? There's something here to eat."
They could use Rockround, an accent Violet had never heard before. Winter sarcastically looked at them as if they were insignificant.
"There's nothing to be ripped off. Beggars only like to have fun."
Winter said that and suddenly pushed the people away. Violet apologized on his behalf and glared at him.
"I don't know how you can say something so hateful, even you."
"Then are you just listening to me arguing? Unpleasant."
"Rather, why do you speak with the same accent as those people? You speak with a Southern Rockround accent."
Then Winter frowned and responded.
"If I don't do this, I'll be seen as a weirdo. It would be a mistake to think that people who are discriminated against will not discriminate against others."
Then, she went to the seat she had previously reserved and sat down. Violet pointed out in her head that most gentlemen make sure the ladies sit first before sitting down and he sat next to her.
Winter asked, pointing at the menu on the table.
"Do you know any food?"
"Hmm no. These are names I've never seen before. Does it read Kionte?"
“Kionte.”
"Yes."
As Violet nodded awkwardly, Winters smiled and said.
"You often do that too."
"Yes?"
"When I asked for that blue lattice at the dressmaker the other day, you corrected me by saying it was Latika. It was developed by a guy named Latika. What do I know? Can you tell them apart?"
"..."
When Violet just looked at Winter without answering, he grumbled as if it was ridiculous.
"Well, there's no way our Princess wouldn't know that."
"The blue grid is called Latika. It was made popular by a person named Latika of the Genis family. And since I don't know what to order, just order what you eat often."
After quickly explaining Violet immediately turned around and pushed the menu towards Winter. Winter first ordered two glasses of traditional liquor.
The Kanik clan's traditional liquor was white and opaque. Violet took a sip and was impressed.
"It's sweet."
"It's very strong, so don't drink it all."
"I don't think it's poisonous at all."
"I heard it's poisonous. Don't be fooled. I can read all the traditional alcohols of the Kanik clan."
"Yes."
Violet put down her glass. Winter, who was seriously considering the menu, asked.
"Let's order something exotic."
"Something exotic?"
"Yes. Nobles like exotic things. I actually hate strangers."
"That is correct."
Violet nodded without specifically denying it.
Winter thought for a moment and spoke to the waiter.
“Hey, bring me a Yixing.”
"Really? What's going on, you haven't spent a single penny on us?"
"Why am I spending my money on you guys? Is shamelessness a clan trait?"
When Winter acted as if he was going to grab him by the collar, the waiter got scared and ran away. He then knocked on the hanging bell and said.
"Mr. Winter is buying Yixing!"
"Hey, really?"
"I'll eat well, Mr. Winter!"
As everyone stood up happily, Violet was also embarrassed and stood up along with her.
The employees began to open doors that had been closed. And then he started throwing firewood into the vacant lot in front.
While Violet was puzzled, five young men clung to her and brought a huge cauldron.
Then they started pouring a huge amount of Ingredients Into It. Violet could not close her mouth at the sight she was seeing for the first time.
"I've never seen anything like that..."
"I have never lived with the Kanik clan, so I don't know, but I heard that when something good happens, they have a culture where they take out all the ingredients, pour them in, add traditional sauce, boil it, and eat it. It's a very pathetic culture."
"It's amazing."
Contrary to Winter's expectation that everyone would think it rude to eat together. Violet's jewel-like eyes were sparkling more than usual with curiosity. Because the broth was already boiling, the food was cooked in an instant. The staff handed out plates to everyone gathered around, and people sat around in a circle and ate their own food with ladles hanging up.
After scooping up the food, Violet also sprinkled the Kanik clan's traditional seasoning on top. Then she tried the food and immediately smiled.
"It's really delicious."
"It's the dish with the most meat among the Kanik clan dishes. You are a picky eater."
As Winter teased, Violet grabbed a bowl and glared at him. Winter giggled seeing her like that and started eating his meal too. It was a little chilly in the evening, but the temperature was just right as they sat in front of the boiling pot.
People danced and drank with the pot at the center. As they were finishing their meal in a happy atmosphere, a young man carrying a square wooden bucket covered in paint approached them.
"Since you got it, would you like me to draw a pattern for you?"
Winter got angry and grabbed him by the collar.
"Where do you put your dirty hands?"
"Well. I just used the traditional Kanik clan pattern."
"Are you saying you're going to draw a foreigner symbol on Princess Rakround now?"
"Ha, the paint will come off in a month!"
As the young man started to cry, Violet grabbed Winter's arm and lowered him. And she asked him.
"Where should I do it?"
"I say no. Why don't you tell me I'm being rude today?"
"Do you think I find fault with everything for being rude? Besides, you are there too, right? On the back of my left shoulder."
Winter clicked his tongue at Violet's words. Violet pointed to her left shoulder.
"Then let me do it here too."
"Yes. I will do it right away."
The young man quickly put down the wooden box and took out a pen containing dark blue ink. He carefully drew a pattern on Violet's shoulder as she sat on the chair.
The Kanik clan's unique pattern of flowers and snakes continued on both of her shoulders. Winter leaned down and spoke threateningly to the young man.
"Who told you to draw it this long? Do you want to die?"
"Oh, no! Well, my artistic spirit just burned for a moment..."
"Don't talk like a poet."
His personality burst out and the young man was frightened, but he overcame it with his artistic spirit and continued his pattern.
After a while, the pattern was engraved on her shoulder. Violet asked, looking back at Winter.
"How is it?"
"It's a good. But why do you do that?"
"Because you did it."
"What does it have to do with me? Why do you follow the traditions of these weaklings?"
When Winter asked with a frown, Violet spoke with an even more scary expression.
"Again, you did it too. The name of your hotel is also the name of the clan and follows the tradition. But why do you keep speaking negatively about your lineage?"
When she calmly expressed her anger, Winter was momentarily speechless and closed his mouth, then turned his head and changed the topic.
"There's an opening party in a few days, but it won't be erased."
As he spoke as if taking a step back, Violet joked as if she was sorry for getting so angry at that moment.
"Now that I think about it, you didn't even invite me to the opening party, right?"
"We reached an agreement."
"What did you ask me when you asked me to come here?"
"I bought you a dress and gave your maid the schedule."
"Can't you do that when you ask me out on a date?"
Winter laughed at her words and responded teasingly.
"No, Miss Violet."
"Don't make fun of me."
When she spoke with a sulky expression, Winter held out his hand and asked.
"Will you go to the hotel opening party with me?"
Then Violet tilted her head slightly to the side and looked down at Winter's hand. Then she put her hand on top of his and pulled him.
"Of course."
***
Winter, who was taking Violet home, clicked his tongue.
"Did I tell you? There's always a market going around you."
"You bought it all."
The front of Violet's house had become a children's playground thanks to the cart and the hammock that Winter had hung up for her own use. Winter said, waving one hand.
"It's past 9 o'clock, where are you wandering around? Go and sleep."
"Wow, he's a scary guy!"
The children froze in shock. Then Violet approached and said.
"Go in and sleep before he gets even more angry. Come and play tomorrow."
"Yes. Violet! Good night!"
The children quickly got down from the hammocks, greeted Violet, and dispersed to their respective homes. Only then did Winter wave his hand.
"You sleep well, it's late. Why don't you let me sleep?"
"No."
"Okay, you can just go to the hotel and sleep."
Winter grumbled and kissed Violet's forehead and said.
"Don't kiss this."
Violet, who had stopped moving in surprise, nodded slightly at his taunt.
"Yes, let's go now."
"Good night."
Winter said goodbye and left.
Sometime later, when Violet was about to wash up and fall asleep, Pim from next door knocked on the door. When Violet opened the door she held out something.
"Mr. Hayel gave it to me earlier. Tell Violet."
"Ah, thank you."
Violet took the Rockround newspaper. Violet tilted her head, noticing the paper Pim had practiced her handwriting on sandwiched between them. Then she and Pim clapped.
"Didn't we tell you before? I worked at writing telegraph codes."
"If I had heard it, I would have remembered it, but I don't remember hearing it."
"Is it so? Well, it's important. No, Hayel was crying because the hotel typewriter was broken, so I helped him today. It's been a while since I wrote by hand, so what I was practicing earlier came into play."
“Ah.”
Violet nodded. She looked at Pim in wonder and asked.
"When did you become friends with Hayel?"
"Yes? Ah, he often wanders around here restlessly. I told you about it earlier while giving you a cup of tea."
"Hearing that story makes me feel sorry for Hayel...”
Violet smiled faintly and gestured to the paper that Pim had quickly taken away.
"The font is really nice."
"When I first started working, I wrote everything down by hand."
"Where did you work? There weren't many telegraph offices on this continent."
The spy flinched at Violet's casual question.
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