Story Reader / Festival Event Story / Farewell to the Past Year / Story
The Forsaken Headquarters. Midnight.
With the help of his crew, Watanabe safely returns to the Forsaken campsite.
Greeting him there are the Forsaken soldiers and the three children who were sleeping.
Uncle Watanabe!
...Is the supplier not with you?
Huh? [player name]is probably in the next trade port by now.
We wanted to give this to the supplier... We promised [player name]... payment.
The anticipation on Ann's face quickly fades away. She lowers her head, her hands tugging the corners of her shirt, and she gets quiet.
Payment? Did you make a deal?
N-no, not like that... The supplier helped us with the decorations.
So I've heard. You've done a great job.
...Will the supplier return? A promise is a promise... It doesn't feel right to keep this.
It must be really exhausting to work so tirelessly for so long. We wanted to cheer up the supplier with a surprise.
...It's alright! A supplier has to travel and supply others as well, after all...
And it was our fault for falling asleep without noticing. Well, the supplier gotta return and supply us in the future, right? We will do this next time!
I hate to break it to you, but I don't think our supplier's coming back for a while... But don't worry. I'll figure out what to do with your gift.
Now, as I promised, who wants to help me in the kitchen?
Watanabe rubs the children's heads one by one, trying to divert their attention.
Hearing that Watanabe is going to be cooking, they all become cheerful again.
Snow has stopped falling with the night breeze, but the blushing sky seems to hint at another snowstorm on the horizon.
Under this backdrop, the rising smoke from the Forsaken camp is particularly notable. The fragrant scent of food lingers in the air, and their New Year's Eve celebration begins again.
Inside the Forsaken Headquarters kitchen.
That's about it... We haven't received the scheduled call from Bianca and Karenina. They're supposed to pick up Commandant, but...
Relax. I've also put a tracker on [player name] earlier. I'll sync that data with you later.
I'm not saying I trust you... But I'll be counting on you.
So do I... Mr. Watanabe.
The Forsaken do not forsake those who fought with us. Despite our differences, we will make sure our guest is safe. I'll contact you later.
Having ended the call, Watanabe breathes a sigh of relief, taking off his apron and putting it aside.
He opens the geolocation system again, confirming the location of his "supplier"—the exact same spot since a few hours ago, with no sign of movement.
Tsk... Trouble. Although that's Babylonia territory...
Watanabe puts his fingers to his temples and groans.
Uncle Watanabe! We're here to help!
That's right! We're gonna help you clean the kitchen... Is something wrong? Then we're right where we should be!
W-wait—have you cleaned the kitchen already?
Seeing how eager to help they are, Watanabe suddenly comes up with an idea.
If there is yet a solution for what is bothering him, then the children standing in front of him are the best odds he can get.
Hey, kids, do you want to give our "supplier" your gift yourselves?
