Leon said helplessly,
"You're really too nervous, Jonas. Why don't you sit by the side?"
Jonas shook his head and said,
"No need. That will make me even more uncomfortable. Damn it, why would this countryside town make me so nervous? You have to know that I didn't even feel anything when I set fire to the White Bull Port's dock!"
Leon licked his marshmallow.
"Do you want one candy too? Or, you can just participate in a competition and have some fun."
"That's a good idea!"
Jonas's eyes lit up.
"I just saw that the prize for one of the events is a big jar of honey. My mother likes to eat honey. Why don't I give it a try?"
Leon put down the cotton candy in his hand. "Wait, are you serious?"
"Why? Participating in the activities of the country bumpkins was also a form of scouting, right?"
Jonas pushed away the box in front of him righteously and then walked towards a corner of the square impatiently.
