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Had we chosen to fall into the hands of either side, we would have achieved far greater stability and prosperity than today, but this would not be the same Siesta.

You should be proud of what you've built, Mr. Mayor.

Look, New Siesta is more than a hundred miles from its previous location. If you stand here and look east, you can just barely make out the peak of that volcano.

If there was a map that could encapsulate this entire land, a line covering a hundred miles wouldn't even be a finger's width, if that.

But, it is nevertheless possible, and promising, for us to connect with the various countries and city-states scattered across the land. The future proposed by MountainDash Logistics makes me want to believe in that.

However, we all know full well that this will be a long and difficult road – starting with this present hardship that Siesta must overcome.

In previous summers, Siesta's streets were crowded with tourists from all over the land, and the sound of concerts could be heard from every corner.

Mister Eurill, do you know the original meaning of the name, 'Siesta'?

It's Iberian for 'afternoon nap.'

At the time, the Columbians wanted to develop in tandem with Iberia. Though the process was not to their satisfaction, they still ended up settling here.

That's right. The Pioneers arrived deep in the south and wanted to establish their first home here.

Back then, the workers would get up before dawn to start working, and would take a long break around lunchtime when the sun was the strongest.

Until evening arrived, when people would emerge from their rooms again, drinking coffee to the sea breeze, and preparing for their nightlife.

I trust that this city, too, is only taking a brief nap. When it next wakes up, it will surely usher in the most beautiful sunset.

M-Miss Swire... Do we still need to take this detour...?

The number on the meter is already enough for a new truck...

(How have we not managed to shake them yet?)

Enis, can you go any faster?

At this point... I guess I can't say no...

Who could say no...? To a chance to race, do something heroic, and beat back the villains!

Check this out–

Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh––!

Pleash shlow down a little––

––What wash that shound?

The vehicle that was tailing them before has disappeared. The delivery truck starts coughing up black smoke and skids to a halt along the side of the road.

Enis pumps the brakes hard as he clutches the steering wheel, wiping the sweat off his brow. Swire pulls Snowsant through the car door and hops out, fearing that the vehicle might explode at any moment.

Fortunately, the worst doesn't come to pass, and the truck finally falls silent after a few frightening whimpers.

My baby!

I spent two weeks' pay fixing her up last month, and now she's broken down again...

Young man, how do you have the nerve to take this thing on the road when you can lose control just stepping on the gas?

Hey, you were the one who asked me to shake them. I would never drive that fast...

M-Mr. Enis, y-your face is bleeding!

Urgh... I must've hit my nose on the steering wheel just now...

I, I'll go find some tissue for you!

Both sides of the street are lined with Siesta's old-fashioned beachside shops.

The over-the-top, extravagantly colored parasols and gravel-streaked surfboards seem like they were plucked right out of space and time from the beaches of the past, preserved as specimens, and dragged-and-dropped into a brand new nomadic city.

You said this was supposed to be the hottest spot in all of Siesta?

Did we... get rid of those bad guys?

Shook 'em off a long time ago, my young hero of justice! C'mon, let's find a place to sit, and we'll talk about your truck.

There should be a restaurant nearby, right...? Huh? Why is there no storefront?

Long time no see, Miss Swire. I heard you'd arrived in Siesta, but the man in charge of your reception wasn't able to find you.

...Huh?

Did you really need to rush out here to meet me in person, Bison? Or, is this your way of showing me your courtesy as landlord?

Let's skip the formalities, Swire. Would you give me a moment of your time?

I'd like to speak with you.

The setting sun seems to be the last customer of the small shop. The one behind the counter is no longer a familiar old man, but a coffee-colored creature.

It cranks a grinder handle, and the aroma of coffee wafts into the air with bits and pieces of finely ground beans.

A record spins slowly as a loudspeaker sings leisurely.

Oh, welcome.

I don't think I saw you earlier. Are you new here?

I think so, because I don't have any memories from yesterday. I don't know why I'm here, but I thought I'd make a cup of coffee... Oh, would you like one?

Coffee has a nimbly wonderful flavor that comes only when you brew by hand. Now let's see... where did I put those newly arrived beans? I should have stored them myself...

Seems like it's behind some kind of guitar. Hm... talk of guitars is suddenly making me a little angry. How odd, what's got my heart frazzling?

Guitar? Angry? Are you okay?

Never mind. Maybe it's because that guitar looks a bit boring.

Please, sit anywhere you like. The one you're waiting for will soon be here.

The one I'm waiting for...?

Are you waiting? Or is the other? I can't tell.

Oh, you're here.

I... remember you.

Good evening, Adele. So sorry I'm late—did you remember to have breakfast today?

Yes, I did.

Huh? Why do you ask?

Good girl.

You've changed your clothes. are you ready?

Clothes...? Huh, isn't this Mutti's coat...?

Pack your things and let's go shopping. We'll go buy some things we need to climb a volcano.

The sun inches down bit by bit as the streetlamps along the path light up like stars. Adele's vision is a little fuzzy, as if she has seen a sky like this somewhere, sometime before.

Was there a short street in that small town on Leithanien's southern border, or on the road back home from her school in her memories?

She can even remember the smell of the air then. Slightly moist, with a hint of sunshine and plants growing, exactly the same as now.

Is this your shopping mall?

Yes. We have to make some preparations before we climb the volcano.

I know there's many things we need to bring. A compass, protective clothing, a camera... A tent and some flint too, if we're camping overnight.

No, we won't need those in here.

First, we need to buy enough 'knowledge,' 'courage,' and 'curiosity.' Check the prices before buying one of each, and lastly buy a little 'luck.'

But 'luck' is very expensive, and often the fastest to sell out, so it's alright to skip it if you don't have the budget.

I see...

The fluffy creature shakes itself, and several soda bottle caps fall from her wool. They clink and tinkle into the merchant's pouch.

Thank you for your generosity!

Hm... I may need to buy a bit more 'courage.'

I have enough 'courage' to climb the volcano, but I need a bit more 'courage' to leave home.

The fluffy critter shakes itself again, more caps falling out. The merchant opens its pouch, waiting for more.

Not enough, not enough.

If the pouch isn't full, I can't give you 'courage,' if the pouch isn't full.

If you don't manage to buy 'courage', will you be able to climb the volcano?

It's alright, Adele. Things like this happen all the time. I've gradually become used to finding 'courage' by and for myself.

Adele, let's get moving. We must be careful on our journey, and look after our things well.

Things? But I didn't bring anything with me.

Someone wants to steal the 'photograph.'

Follow me, and keep an eye on my package, okay?

What did you just say? I didn't catch that...

We can't go on like this Adele. Here, for you.

The cuddly creature shakes itself, and a fluff of wool falls out.

What's this...?

Go on, put it on your ear, and you'll be able to hear.

Now, we have to find the next one.

There is yet another fluffy critter covering a window in front of him with photographs. He turns his head at the sound of footsteps.

His fluffy back fidgets repeatedly, covering the window full of photos.

Oh, um... you two... you're finally here.

We have much to prepare. How's the weather looking?