29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

"By and large, is my presence also public? Yeah, that's all you got."

That's what Marl said and nodded.

Me and Marr are in the back of the workshop, the alchemy workshop.

Compared to this morning, the books, herbs, and reagent-like items that Marl has bought have been placed everywhere to make it look much like it.

"It's obvious that the Kingdom of Missclonia is asking countries to search for me, and if you discover that the floods are coming, the Kingdom of Calendyl will be in trouble."

Zontark's proposal, as Marr said, is to publicize Marr's presence with my revelations.

Marr is the first princess of the kingdom of Misscronia who honors the brave.

If he had run off on a divine commission and met and worked with a brilliant brave man, from the people's point of view, it would really feel like the story of King's Road.

There is also an aspect as a de facto engagement announcement, as it is a classic of the tale of brave men and squire of different genders.

There will be some more friction than unauthorized to the kingdom of Misscronia, but there is no choice but to shut up as a Misscronian royal if Marr says yes.

Moreover, Marr chooses a true brave man as his companion, so he could be jealous when it comes to engaging a neighboring prince.

"It's a delicate line as to whether things will go well in my case, but there's also a good chance that it will be aye-free due to the flood. More importantly, I don't like anything but Mr. Taishi!

That's what I say. I stroke Marl's head hugging him.

This girl would be too cute. Think commonsense. An angel?

"Again, you're a bummer, thank you, aren't you? Mr. Tysi."

"Oh, of course."

I feel like it now, but I totally embraced Marr.

Is it because of Marl's flexibility skills...? Not that I've ever thought of it that way, but now it seems like something that doesn't matter anymore.

"Mr. Tysi! Help me learn magic!

When I was thinking, that's how Marl cut it out.

Everything was in the magic book. There was an easy way for anyone to learn magic, so they want to try it.

"Uh, hold hands with me... no, tangle your fingers like this. And let the magic flow towards me. They do everything to circulate from one hand to the other."

"Hmm, you know what?

Align the palms of your hands with each other, tangle your fingers and connect firmly. Marl's hand was much smaller than mine, but he had a sword dako on his palm.

Marr, who had hardly ever had a sword or anything until he met me, was insane in death and trained his sword. It will also be talented that the level of swordsmanship has reached 2 in a short period of time, but most importantly, it is the fruit of Marl's own blood seeping training.

"Mr. Tysi's hand, it's big, isn't it?"

"Your hands are tiny and cute."

Bumping each other in each other's hands.

I'm getting kind of embarrassed, so let's just say we start, let's do that.

"All right, then, left hand - I'll see from Marl, from the right hand, and I'll try to circulate the magic towards the left hand."

"Yes!"

Concentrate your magic and flush it from your left hand to Marl.

At that moment, a frightening marl shook.

"Ah, ah... ah! Something's coming in..."

Marl showing confusion for his first senses.

I guess I've tried to let go of my hand reflexively, holding my hand tight to try to unwave it.

Next, pull it out of your left hand.

"Ha, yes...... Yikes!? Oh, no, I can't, I can't... Ugh!

Staying inside Marl, a slightly uncomfortable magic, whether subtly mixed with Marl's magic powers, returns from my right hand through Marl's body.

But, Marl, would you stop making that strangely colorful voice? I feel like I'm doing something very unpleasant.

"We're going to speed things up a little."

"Was!? Hey, wait a minute - hi-ha-ha!?

Speeding up the magic flow, Marr screamed, then shook his body freaked out and collapsed off his knees.

Oh, oh? Or did you overdo it? The enchantment I circulated was precisely 50 and about there.

Given that something intertwined with Marl's magic came into me when I circulated it, did it take away the magic?

Let's just hand over my magic by the same procedure. Do you also keep the magic of recovery at last?

"Hee-hee..."

Its body, which should be fainting when it shed magic on Marr, shook freaked out.

I don't know, this disloyalty.

But like this, I kind of have the feeling that the power boils up right after I circulate the magic.

It feels like the mixed magic of Marl and my magic are becoming familiar to the body.

Familiar, indeed! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! And I want to laugh high. What is it, this?

After about five minutes, Marl woke up.

It was not sneaky to leave him asleep on the floor, so he is in a knee pillow.

"Oh, that...? What the hell happened?

"No, you fainted when I increased the speed of the magic circulation. Is this method really okay? I'm worried about something."

"It's okay. I didn't feel uncomfortable about it, and I'm doing better than Ning Ro just did! also, let's do it again!

Again, start the magic circle the same way you did earlier.

It seems to have become more bearable than earlier, but Marr still fainted. His face turns bright red and he has a tranced look somewhere.

I kind of recognize this look... putting magic in again and using the magic of recovery.

Now I'm back in a minute.

His face is bright red and his feet flutter, as if he were drunk.

"Well, I generally get it...... now on the other hand, I'll try"

"Hey, you okay?

"Yes, I'm fine! I'll go!

That's what Marl says and starts concentrating his magic with a bright red face.

It didn't go very well, but when I pulled the magic in on him the other way around, I could see that Marl's magic started pouring into me.

Marl's magic comes into my body from my right hand.

I don't know, this strange feeling. It's a strange feeling, like being plucked through your body with feathers.

Tickling or mumbling?

And it happened the moment the magic exited from the left hand to Marr.

"Whoo!?

Comfortable weakness, like the loss of strength from the core of your body.

No, it's raw and warm in that expression. It's a good feeling to call it pleasure.

"Hey, wait, what is this!? What is this!?

"Heh, heh... be nice, Mr. Tysi."

I try to shake my hand off, but Marl is disappointed to grab my hand and not let go.

Hey, stop it, you idiot, you rascal.

"Uh-oh! I can't believe they did this to me!

"Hey, Ty - hey hey hey!?

I also succeeded in circulating magic and attacking back and taking the lead from Marr.

Marl desperately resisted, but he's not the same amount of magic as you, he is!

Marl, who fainted again, trembles when frightened. It was a dangerous place.

"I didn't know it was such a dangerous act to circulate magic between people..."

Wipe the sweat on your forehead with your sleeves before embracing Marl.

Later on I looked at it and Marl and I had 'Original Magic' on our skills at level 1.

It's magic that you have to win by magic amount on top of having to snuggle your body with your opponent... is there somewhere you can use it?

It's going to be a treasure for nightlife, this is going to open a new frontier.

I sweated, so I decided to take a bath with Marr, who was still before noon but resurrected.

We couldn't suppress each other's curiosity and tried to flirt with the combination of the original magic.

After adjusting and circulating magic evenly with each other, we arrived at a new frontier.

No, I might say I'm enlightened.

"Tatsu-san... this is a problem, let's get it over with"

"Oh, don't make this too hard"

Neither I nor Marl have the power to speak.

But why is this Orihara magic? Is that the first magic born literally?

I do also feel like literally in the sense of primitive magic that does not use any surgical formula or anything due to physical contact.

This, when the level rises, will you be able to suck up the opponent's health and magic in an instant?

Or rather dangerous magic when you can do it from a distance, this.

"But I kind of feel like I'm gaining strength all over my body."

Check my status. That should be in good shape.

I have about 100 magic powers and about 30 health decreases. He must have been sucked. The boulder does not appear to have any effect on its Talent.

Sneak healing magic.

Isn't that the least amount of damage you've ever done to your health, like 30? Cowaii.

"In the meantime, let's eat some mesh and get into the work"

"Yes! But it looks like there's more to it, so I'll read the magic book too!

What's scary about it?

And while I say it in my heart, I can't hide that I have myself to expect.

'Cause this is the place.

Get out of the bath and have lunch.

The menu for lunch was a meat sauce pasta and small-bore bowl stuffing, an assortment of warm vegetables.

Meat sauce doesn't mean red, it's green. It seems that tomatoes in this world are something to eat while they are blue. Where the hell is Mr. Lycopin?

The taste is almost the same as the pasta with meat sauce I had in the original world. Do you even call it bolognese?

Smallbore intestinal stuffing and warm vegetables were also delicious. Especially the intestinal stuffing was spicy and excellent.

"All right, let's do it"

Marr pulled into the alchemy workshop in the back and I decided to start my first blacksmith job.

The use of tools and the training of metals are naturally in my head because of my acquired skills.

Will acquiring skills burn knowledge and experience to the brain? I guess I can't help but think about how it works, or something like that.

First refine the iron ore that has been purchased in commercial guilds to make ingots.

This is made in a magic furnace for refining, but it can be easily done because it allows for fine temperature control.

Heat the ingots you can now in a forge furnace, while working out.

The first thing to make is an iron dagger.

I don't know if it's because of its high dexterity or because of its strong muscle strength, but I can handle the heated metal to be interesting.

And less than half an hour later, a single dagger's fullness could be done.

Grind it with grinding wheels and use wood and leather to create grips and sheaths. This is less than an hour away.

"Are you able to do this so quickly...? No, actually, I can."

The power of skills is amazing.

When I looked at the dagger I was able to do, it was properly labeled an iron dagger.

The quality is' good '. You did it.

Now, from here on out, I'm going to build up one skill level at a time, and one dagger after another.

When the skill level was set to 2, the time taken to create it was considerably shorter. Besides, the quality is also 'excellent'.

When to heat each skill level up, when to hit, and how to sharpen, how can metal refining be a better ingot?

That kind of knowledge keeps pouring in.

I found out how to turn a weapon into a magical activator when I raised my blacksmith level to 3, and how to grant magic to a weapon when I raised it to 4.

The time required to create a dagger is getting shorter and shorter.

Next I will try to make special items such as activators and magic grants as well as regular daggers.

I could make them both fine.

The Magic Grantor was given a light magic. This is a convenient alternative to lighting if you take it out of the sheath.

And I even understood how to forge a demon sword/holy sword that has the effect as a magic tool when I raised it to 5.

My head bogs because of the sudden packing of vast amounts of knowledge.

But the body keeps hitting the iron.

Keep hitting me like I'm being picked up.

If I'd known, I'd finished building dozens of daggers.

"Ha!?

Something like an aura stands up from my blacksmith hammer. What is this frightening?

It should have been just a blacksmith hammer if I checked it with an appraisal eye, but it was something called a blacksmith hammer of soul entry.

That my soul has dwelt? Skills.

In the meantime, carefully grind up each and every dagger that I've become obsessed with and made, and fix it up.

Leave the Light Dagger with the magic of the light.

I also understand how to make a weapon of demonic material, so I may keep the part that is likely to be material when I defeat demons in the future.

"Huh, I finally got one magic potion. Wow! What is this pile of daggers!?

I peeled my eyes when I saw a ton of daggers lined up in a blacksmith workshop by Marl who was somewhat subtly coal-coated.

That would be the case, there were thirty-eight of them when I counted them.

"I was obsessed with it if I had made it for a long time. Now I'm reflecting."

"No, I don't think it's about reflection..."

Take one of the daggers Marl is lining up with, pull it out of his skin sheath and look at himself.

What I'm looking at now is the "excellent" one I made at skill level 2.

"Looks like it's going to cut good and looks very sturdy"

"Whoa, I'll do one if you like. I recommend this."

Pass Marl a 'transcendental' delicacy steel dagger made at skill level 5.

Like earlier, Marr pulled the dagger out of his sheath and gazed into the blade.

Then re-grip the grip several times and fit it in the sheath.

"It sounds like it's very well done, can I have it?

"Oh, it's the best I've ever made today. I want Ning Lo Mar to have it."

"... thank you! Then I will present this to Mr Tyssi too!

That being said, what Marl had taken out was a suspiciously glowing liquid in green in a transparent bottle. Why are you glowing? This is scary.

If you look at it with an appraisal eye, it appears to be a healing drug. They're not of low or high quality. This is my first alchemy, but isn't this quite something?

"Thank you."

"Eh heh, that's kind of fun. This kind of thing. Adventurers are good, but I'm getting interested in alchemists too!

Seeing, Marl's skills had Alchemy on them at level 1.

Today alone you will have mastered the skills of Original Magic and Alchemy. Isn't this girl actually a genius?

My throat is crunchy when I notice it. I wonder how long the hell you've been working on it. No, I don't care how dry my throat is, I'm not going to gouge this magic pill.

"Good luck. Have you finished your work?

When me and Marl got out of the workshop, we ran into a flam with a hemp bag. Apparently, he's been getting some ingredients out of an underground warehouse.

"Oh, we've got a pretty good dagger,"

"This is Mr. Tysi's dagger."

That's what Marl said. He pulled out my made dagger and showed it to Flam.

Flam narrows his eyes when he sees Dagger.

"... that's a delicacy. Your husband took this?

"Oh, that's not bad, is it?

"Even if it's said to be a delicacy handled by a rare and famous artisan, it's a convincing product."

I don't know if that's too much to be praised for when they say that, but at the skill level, it's a level beyond people's knowledge. Is it a legitimate assessment in a way?

I am in a subtle mood because it is a skill easily acquired by skill points.

"It was eye blessing. Now if you'll excuse me, I have dinner to prepare."

Fram meets and walks to the kitchen.

Marl was eager to flip my made dagger or something. You liked it.

I think I only gave Marl blades and armor. Let's give something a little more colorful.

What would be good? I'd like to give something practical anyway. Wouldn't it be nice to have a Circlet that grants defensive magic?

Ha-ha-ha! If I'm for Marl, I'll break it like a scrap of paper!

"What are you nibbling at?

"Ha ha, I just figured out a good thing. All right, we'll do our best tomorrow."

Take Marl for a bath with a cowl.

It was already dinner at the boulder, and I usually took a bath because I snuck in during the day.

I only washed it. After all, it feels good to have someone flush your back.

Finish your dinner and wave the hammer all day today to heal your tired body.

"No, no."

"Uh... there. Wow...... nice"

"From the side, you're a pervert who's happy the girl stepped on you!

I slept lying on a carpet in the living room with Mabel on my back giving me a massage.

I had it rubbed with my hands at first, but it didn't work at all.

Now I lay a towel on my back, and Mabel's stepping on top of it. Feels good.

"Oh, a little more up there, yeah. Come on, you can step on more."

Mabel's soft soles capture the bumps on my back. Bye-bye. No, no, no, no.

Or a girl stomping on me to please me. I'm certainly a perverted chick, as Marl put it.

But I want you to think about it. I think the sight of your father having his own child step on his back and massage, is common.

It's just like that.

The girl on her back is a beautiful girl with no blood connections, only wearing made-up clothes.

Shit, I was a pervert from anywhere.

But good, before this feeling good, some reason and so on blows up.

"Ah, crap, crap. Thank you, Mabel."

"Yes!

Mabel, blushing her cheeks for some reason, stepped off my back.

Have you learned the pleasure of stepping on a man? That's fast, too soon, Mabel.

Probably not. Yeah.

Try turning your shoulders and neck. Um, I think something's going better. The massage by the girl's stomach seems to have worked.

Trying to get up, Marr came up with a tackle from behind.

Without the art of exchange, he is pushed down to the depression again.

"Hey, what are you gonna do?"

"It's just so sloppy, Mabel! I want to step on Mr. Tysi too!

"Hey, it's a massage and I don't have that kind of hobby. I mean, it's marl and it's heavy" eh "guh!?

Stepping time by Mr. Marr began.

Although small, it is heavy compared to Mabel on boulders. I can't breathe in the pressure.

Looks catchy happy about what's fun.

Hey, wait, Mabel, why are you nagging? Stop it. Wow!

"Ahhh!

But it wasn't bad to relieve the stiff fatigue. Yeah, it was a good stiff solution.

I don't think it ever felt good to be trampled.