I\'m surprised it snowed all of a sudden.\" Two young-looking women are sitting on the floor of the room, staring at the snow falling outside. Apparently, there is a low table with a futon on it, into which the lower half of their bodies can be placed. Ah, Fenrir the Spirit King must be delirious. As soon as we entered the village, the weather suddenly worsened, and it was even snowing. It was midsummer just now. Thank goodness you lent us some clothes. I was also dressed in the clothes of the elves of this tribe. I also like the costumes of the elves of this tribe. The clothes they wear are made from a single large piece of cloth, without much cutting, The clothes they wore were traditional costumes made of a single large piece of cloth that was loosely fastened to the body with strings and sashes. I wonder if this is an Eastern costume, a kimono. Sylvia said from her knowledge as a sage. It\'s a little different from a kimono,\" Sylvia said, based on her knowledge as a sage. It\'s not from our part of the world, it\'s somewhere in the middle. Sylvia said, with her knowledge as a Sage, \"Wow, and by the way, these heaters are wonderful. It\'s so soft and warm, even when I\'m not sleeping. I am so happy. I wish my brother could join us. His brother, an Orc warrior, is training for such a time as this, practicing swordsmanship and neigong (the art of the inner workings of a sword), but Sylvia is not so sure, Sylvia is lying prostrate on the desk with a disheveled, mellow expression on her face. This is a heating device called a corsi,\" she said. It\'s very cold in that part of the world in the winter. I suppose it was made this way to make the most of the heat. I heard that one of the travelers introduced it to this village. Wow, the travelers did a good thing too.\" Normally, Sylvia is somewhat repulsed by her mother\'s knowledge, but today she listens to it with an open mind. She liked Corsi that much. It sounds strange, doesn\'t it, Corsi? Corsi? I think I\'ve heard of both. I\'ve heard that something similar exists in many places. I hear that when travelers see a corsi, they get nostalgic. Argerin, the dark elf, breaks off and smiles faintly. Perhaps it was a rare person (a wanderer from somewhere else) who told him about the Corsi. And there, \"My guests, the chiefs are ready. Come. A young elf-soldier came to summon him for an interview. Let\'s go to ......, Sylvia. \"Uny~!\" The mother pulled her daughter out of the kotatsu, who was not her usual slovenly self.