“The winter vacation event at Nicasia’s chalet has no chapter restrictions.”
“Meaning, it can be enjoyed in the Elementary Unit chapters as well as the High School Section chapters if the player chooses to do so.”
“And the age of characters appearing in this event doesn’t change drastically.”
“The adults working at the chalet are always adults, and the witch responsible for the Survival Event was a ‘witch’ from the start.”
“Soft, squishy, and sweet-looking spirits they were!”
“I’ve never heard of such amazing spirits existing in Gallagorun.”
Esme and Monica were excitedly chatting while pointing at large chunks of ice cream.
“Well, I, Murmur, am trying to figure out why the ‘witch’ became such a squishy little kid.”
— SquishySquish!
“And in the middle of the blizzard, it was incredibly terrifying!”
Esme cried out with her voice full of injustice.
But Monica just stared at the ice cream chunks with her golden eyes sparkling.
“I think they’re very cute and good children.”
“There’s absolutely no way that’s true!”
“But right now, they’re just cutely sitting there, aren’t they?”
The spirits were gathered together on the opposite side from where Monica and Esme sat by the bonfire.
Strawberry flavor, banana flavor, chocolate flavor, melon flavor…
The round lumps suggesting various flavors sticking together looked quite adorable.
“Ugh… I thought they were going to attack me.”
“Murmur wants to say that kind of thing won’t happen.”
Esme quickly calmed down when I, Murmur, patted her head.
It feels like a lie how she was yelling about being scared with her fur all bristled up like a wet cat just moments ago.
“Murmur knows. These are the Ice Cream Spirits.”
“Ice cream…?”
Esme tilted her head but Monica was different.
“Of course, they’re cute, squishy, and good children!”
“There’s no way something like Ice Cream Spirits could exist. Murmur?! Those things only appear in fairy tales!”
“But here we have Ice Cream Spirits right before our eyes!”
Monica clapped her hands and approached the spirits.
— SquishySquish! RollRoll!
The spirits huddled in the corner looked at Monica as she approached.
They looked like the round scoops an ice cream shop employee struggles to make perfectly round.
“Such sweet-smelling, delicious children!”
— Squish!
Monica grabbed an Ice Cream Spirit with both hands.
And naturally opened her mouth slightly before taking a big bite.
“Mo, Monica! What dangerous thing are you doing?!”
“But… Crunch, it smells incredibly sweet like strawberries?”
“Ice Cream Spirits don’t exist in books… Wait, it’s real?”
Surprisingly speaking, Esme also grabbed a large Ice Cream Spirit and took a bite just like Monica.
“This, it really tastes like delicious strawberry ice cream?!”
“That’s right! They’re truly delicious desserts!”
Monica and Esme blinked their eyes cutely.
“Why didn’t Murmur tell us?”
“Murmur read it in a book at the chalet.”
This isn’t a lie, long story short.
There really is a book in the library talking about Ice Cream Spirits.
“Ugh… You read those boring-looking books?”
Esme swallowed saliva while speaking.
“I want more…”
“Then it would be naughty.”
Monica and Esme awkwardly swallowed saliva cutely.
It’s been quite some time since dinner, and it’s originally bedtime, so it’s not strange that they’re hungry.
“These ones are fine even if you eat a lot.”
Though body temperature may drop, we have the bonfire, so that part is barely okay.
“But really? It’s still ice cream though.”
“Fire spirits don’t disappear even when strong winds blow.”
“…Do Ice Cream Spirits not disappear when eaten?”
The Ice Cream Spirits happily bounced around delighted that someone ate them.
“So, then! Let’s try other flavors!”
“I’ll eat the banana flavor I see here!”
Anyway, to solve the Survival Event, we need to meet the witch hiding inside the Ice Cave.
Meaning, we need to walk!
Now eating lots of ice cream and restoring energy is a good choice.
“Let’s go inside?”
Esme said while kneading the Ice Cream Spirits like rice cakes with both hands.
No matter how much she plays with them, her palms don’t get sticky.
“Murmur says to catch the dessert thief hidden in this cave to return home.”
“The clumsy kid who made the mistake ran inside here?”
Esme narrowed her eyes and carefully examined the cold interior of the Ice Cave.
“Hmm… It looks a bit dangerous.”
She notices these things immediately despite being timid.
Actually, if you enter this Survival Event without knowing anything and go deep inside aimlessly, you’re likely to end up seeing the Game Over screen after wandering around uselessly for a while.
But I, Murmur, am smart!
I know the fastest and easiest way to the room where the witch is hiding in this event!
“Murmur is thinking. Esme already knows.”
“What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”
“You can’t get home by wandering around in the blizzard.”
Esme rubbed her cheek with her hand and finally nodded.
“I agree with Murmur. Wandering around in the blizzard is very dangerous and unhelpful.”
“Still… I ran avoiding these tasty guys for quite a while but couldn’t even see Nicasia’s chalet.”
Determined, Esme nodded and put the Ice Cream Spirit down from her hand.
“Let’s go inside! Murmur!”
“Just wait a moment.”
I, Murmur, stood up and approached the largest Ice Cream Spirit.
“Does Murmur also want to take a bite?”
Ignoring Esme’s cute question, I patted the spirit’s head.
“Murmur wants to save friends.”
In the Survival Event, if your summon magic is level 1 or higher, you can get help from the ‘Ice Cream Spirits.’
And furthermore…
“Murmur wants to meet Eclair.”
If you mention the witch’s name, they don’t just follow you and help in battle but also guide the way.
“Eclair…?”
“That’s the name of the culprit who stole our pudding and desserts.”
“How does Murmur know that name?”
I, Murmur, pointed to the Ice Cream Spirits who started clustering together one by one.
“These kids told me.”
“Can Murmur talk to spirits…?”
Esme rubbed her face with her palm.
“Murmur can talk to demons too, right? Then it’s natural that you can talk to spirits too.”
That’s a completely different story, but there’s no need to correct her.
“They’ve become a giant snowman!!”
The Ice Cream Spirits rolled around and clustered together into a cute snowman.
Even extending round arms to carry us on its shoulders.
— Dong… Dong… Dong!
“Is this okay, Murmur?”
“Murmur thinks it’s safe.”
“Looks fun exploring the Ice Cave this way!”
So now we just wait for the Ice Cream Spirits to guide us to Witch Eclair.
There will be a few small events along the way, but all will be helpful for exploring the Ice Cave, so there’s nothing to worry about!
*
“Uhuh…?”
Why did it turn out like this?
“Uhheh… Murmur~~! Why are we floating in the sky?”
Esme, her face bright red, slurred her words.
“Murmur is properly riding on top of the Ice Cream Spirits.”
“Aaah… Matta! We rode this!”
Burping, Esme stumbled around.
“Na, I didn’t expect this to happen!”
“Murmur thought they were Chocolate Spirits.”
Not just Chocolate Spirits but ‘Alcohol Chocolate Spirits,’ which I never imagined!
This event was supposed to pass lightly through text!
“Uhheh… Don’t do it, Murmur! Drink this chocolate.”
“Esme has completely gone wrong!!!”
“Did Monica not eat?”
Next to Esme, who was hiccuping, stood Monica, unsure what to do.
“Ah…! Murmur~ Monica~ Look over there! There! Apple Pie Spirits are there!”
Esme, her face red, pointed and ran off with great momentum.
Aaah! Seriously!!!
I don’t want to see an event where someone gets drunk and causes trouble here!
“Monica! You need to catch Esme!”
After commanding the Ice Cream Spirits to follow, I, Murmur, quickly chased after Esme.
“Esme must not drink alcohol anymore!”
“Murmur agrees!”
Faster than us, the overly excited Esme sprinted toward the deeper parts of the Ice Cave.
“Murrrmur! Look here! Here! There are Slurpee Spirits! And Lollipop Spirits too!”
“Don’t eat anything!!”
Monica and I, Murmur, desperately shouted while holding onto the wobbling Esme.
— Tip
“Kyaaak!”
“Elara?!”
“Uuuuuhhh…!”
Our bodies tumbled into the unseen darkness like large ice cream lumps.
— Dong!
“Ayyaaaayt…!”
Esme hit the ground first, followed by me, Murmur, and Monica landing on her chest and stomach.
Thanks to that, none of us got hurt…
“Muu, Murmur! Look over there! There’s…! Something out of a fairytale…! A gingerbread house!”
“Esme is saying weird things… Huh?”
Monica, wiping the snow off her face and shouting, looked surprised at me, Murmur.
Even though Esme got drunk halfway, we somehow made it to Witch Eclair’s house.
“Monica should cover Esme’s face with snow.”
We can’t meet the witch while she’s staggering drunk!
“I’ll turn Esme into a snowman first!”
