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

"Deja, koledesitzreitasimus"

"Oh, master."

Drop off Zorro Zorro and the working machine dolls on their way home.

It was about an hour ago that I brought back to Clover with me the working machine dolls who were responsible for the space-time warehouse and the materials for their installation. He pushed his way through the Daimyo queue in his vigor at dusk.

The working machine dolls, who finished setting up a space-time hangar in one of the main halls, returned again with Zorozolo when they signed the delivery note. Thank you very much.

It was one of a group of warehouses built in a material staging area in the heart of Clover that made the working machine doll install a space-time warehouse. As far as rushing and explaining it seemed best to install it here.

"Hmm."

It was like a seemingly beautiful sculpture. It looks like an obelisk made of crystal-like material that emits blue phosphorescent light. Is it as big as my chest? Is that it, the small Washington Memorial Tower?

Looking at the fundamentals of the obelisk, about two tatami spaces are provided in the back with the same material from the ground surface of the obelisk. This is the storage and retrieval space.

"Looks pretty pretty"

Karen squeaks quietly as she peeks into the time vault from beside me. You look like your eyes are glittering somewhere, but, well, you're a girl and you don't hate these glows.

Karen, who brings the working machine dolls with the installation materials, noticeably discovered me, watched the installation from start to finish with me. We were listening together to a basic lecture on how to use the spacecraft.

The operation itself is easy. Simply think of placing the item you want to store in the containment space and touching the obelisk to store it. Because I'm already registered as the manager of this time bank, I'm the only one who can use it as it is.

In the meantime, I'll try to put the items I took out of storage into the time vault. A weapon I've made, or some greatly priceless demonic material. I will try the storage and retrieval several times, make sure it is not a problem, and then store large quantities of supplies in the storage in the space-time warehouse.

The items are very diverse. Large quantities of food, weapons and protective equipment, medicines, medicines, clothing, books, demonic materials, some ornaments, gold and silver treasures, coins, materials, etc.

"Ooh... wow"

"Well, I've been throwing in a lot of things without thinking too deeply."

Large quantities of supplies were bought and collected in the kingdoms of Calendyl and Misclonia using commercial guilds, Zontark and Mr. Il's handouts. I bought and collected mainly those that were getting old and dabbling, especially when it came to food. Because my storage won't degrade.

The space-time bank seems to have the same characteristics, so I'd say we were really lucky when it came to this acquisition.

Gold and silver treasures, large quantities of gold coins, etc. were given to you by the Kingdom of Calendyl as a result of the war of the Great Flood, or as a result of selling various items in commercial guilds. Again, there are a lot of them, but it's not like I can use them up personally. It's still useless in Clover, but if the deal starts, it's what we really need.

Shine your eyes on the various items Karen is storing. After all, they are attracted to light objects, and they raise their voices to gold coins, precious metal extension sticks, and jewellery and jewellery for their hands.

"You can watch as much as you want to come here and watch, so you don't take it out on your own."

"Yeah."

"Tell me what you really want."

"Okay."

Touch and manipulate the space-time hangar to generate three spare keys that can be stored and stored without having to be me the administrator. A spare key isn't in the form of a key, it's like a hexagonal columnar crystal. It is large enough to grip in your hand and very light, contrary to appearance.

"What's that?

"That's the key to allowing anyone but me to use the time vault. Look, use it. Hold the key in your hand and let it touch the vault."

"Ooh..."

A list of accommodated items projected with something like a hologram opens in front of Karen, who let her touch the key. Karen chose what was out of it and put it in its hands.

"Want some?"

"Absolutely no"

Immediately take the barrel that emits Karen's provided irritating odor and put it into storage. More than anything else, we're taking out Senior Sur Stremming. This kid. That's because I'm not a food frame, I'm a weapon frame, right? I'm completely defeated by that sensibility.

"Who has this key?

"I guess the master key is Marr and the spare key is Kusuha and Deborah"

"I want it too"

"No."

"... no?

"You can't look like that"

I don't give in to Karen's tears. Never.

"Mmmm...... I knew I had to make her 'cum' on the bed like Sister Marr"

"Please don't. You'll die."

Marr or is it still the effect of Marr's education? Or the influence of Kiki the Night Demon? From the beginning? It sucks from the beginning, isn't it, this kid? Where are you getting this weird knowledge from... it's not like the Evil God is imprinting it with something subliminal.

Nevertheless, well, it's really something I got something convenient at a convenient time. It was burdensome and inconvenient for me to manage large amounts of money, materials and food alone. If I need anything, I'll have to go in and out.

And it was dangerous again. If I fall somewhere with a ton of supplies, this country will happen to dry up. Regardless, there is a considerable amount of supplies stored in the pantry and material warehouse, but its capacity is extremely limited. Raw things rot, so they can't be stored for long.

In that regard, I can say that this spacecraft is a magic guide that will overcome the weakness of capacity and the degradation of things. The capacity is almost unlimited and there will be no degradation of the goods housed. Except that you can't carry it, and I can tell you that it has the same performance as my storage.

I've been staring at the assembly work to see if this time bank, my current skills, could be replicated if I took the time to analyze it, but there are too many technologies I don't understand. Sounds like a technology outside of the support I have for my magic tool creation skills.

"It's a gift from Mr. Moribito."

"Mm-hmm. Well, I guess that's what it is"

You don't know if I told you I got it in the visitors' campaign.

"You mean Mr. Moribito will cooperate?

"I wonder if that's a little different. The Guardians... those were the ones to keep calm."

When I think of the guardians as I stroke Karen's head as I look up, I feel sad. No one will recognize you, no reward you, just keep doing your duty... there is no salvation. I guess my sympathy and pity are extra favors because of the differences, than if we didn't consider ourselves miserable or anything.

"What's going on? Tysi, you look lonely."

"Remind me a little about the guardians."

Karen leans her neck strangely to my words.

"The guardians... um, they're like grave guards guarding my husband's graveyard all the time. I can't praise anyone, I can't admit it, but I'll keep protecting it all the time. That's how it's decided. I don't doubt that, and I don't see it as unhappy. That's what they are."

"Why?"

"That's how it was made. Guardians are like magic tools made with incredibly advanced technology."

"It is... kind of pathetic"

Talking about that, Deborah showed up in an apron with a crate. He peeks this way through the door and leans his neck. What, is that neck tilting fashionable?

"What are you doing? Here. This is an empty warehouse, right?

"Oh, you've come to a good place. What's that, potato?

"Oh, I thought I'd use it for dinner. I got more because it's sunny and I use a lot of things."

"Well, can you put that potato here?"

"Huh? Well, fine. What are you doing?

With all his doubts in his mouth, Deborah honestly put a crate with potatoes in the storage space of the space-time garage. Operate the space-time warehouse and store boxes with potatoes.

"I disappeared?

"Um, this is called a time bank. It's something that can be stored almost indefinitely without degrading things."

"What's that tone... but it's nice to be able to store a lot of raw stuff without letting it rot"

"You bet. You bet."

Lecture Deborah on how to use the spacecraft as well and give her a spare key. It's not hard to use, so it looks like Deborah could have mastered how to use it right away. I also took out the box of potatoes and other foods and was impressed.

"Deborah has the key."

"What, me? Isn't Marr or Tina or Kusuha better?

"Oh, I made three, so I'll give them to Marl and Kusuha, too. I want Deborah to have one of the three."

"Hey, why me? If it's three, Marr, Tina and Kusuha are reasonable, right?

"Deborah will move lightly with something. I'll give it to Marr and the others, of course, but Deborah is the only one who can move around with some freedom and feel safe. Please."

Merkina will be fine, but I don't know because I'm an elf. Besides, he doesn't really like this kind of kick-ass job after Freedom. If you let it go, you'll look around the city and hunt the demons around you. Well, I guess that suits you sexually. You're more or less stuck when I'm in Clover, lately.

Deborah assists me with Tina, Marr, and Kusuha, or with the horse thing Yamato, who can do. They'll take care of my three daughters, too. I think you're doing really well. Unlike Merkina, Deborah doesn't really try to flirt with me about whether she's shy around something or not. As far as I'm concerned, I want you to stick around a little bit more.

"Oh, uh... okay, I get it"

"Yeah, please. But we can't just drop it somewhere. Give me a loan."

Receive a spare key from Deborah and magically and quickly process the silver wire used for the ornament as a pendant on the material. Silver is easy to process and really good.

"That's it."

"Thanks...... I'll take care of it"

"Mmm..."

"Ooh ho!?

When I gave Deborah the spare key pendant I could, Karen poked me in the head. That's a pretty good head punch, Stonehenge.

"I want it too!

"Yeah...... hmm. Okay, I'll see you at dinner."

I can't give you the spare key, but can I get something else? There are a few similar pieces of crystal in the storage that I gave Deborah, so let's make up the pendant with almost the same design. Better make it for all of us. Hmmm... what's the best thing to do?

"Yes, I have a gift for you before dinner."

"Ooh!

"Yikes!

Yes, and Nori would be nice. Thank you, Karen and Marr. But you already gave it to Karen, didn't you?

As a rule at home, everyone eats dinner as much as possible. I work in various places during the day, so it's difficult to have a full meal, but unless there are circumstances like being outside the clover, I'm going to have dinner with you.

This is my selfishness that we should all go face-to-face about once a day. I knew I wanted to see your faces.

Hand out a pendant to everyone and explain the situation.

"Go to the guardian today for a minute. There was a lot going on and I got this magic tool called the spacecraft. Instead of being able to carry them, they can store large quantities of supplies without deterioration."

"That's amazing. So you're saying you had a cooperative relationship with your guardian?

"No, you just got lucky. It's kind of disgusting. What... well, that's okay. It is impossible to negotiate with the Guardian. I don't think it's harmful, but it's impossible to be flexible. That's only conversational ability, but there's no such thing as your will. It's like a doll. I will not accept anything but the Lord's command, and his Lord no longer exists. There's probably no way to be the Lord."

"Hmmm...... then you leave it?

"Oh. That's like a grave guard who just maintains the remains of a civilization that perished over 10,000 years ago. I guess it's best to leave it alone."

Everyone seemed to agree with my explanation for once.

"So, Master, what the hell is this crystal pendant...?

"That it's not a bit messy to make?

"Ha ha, to be honest, I can't deny the feeling of a little haste. I just told you, I made three spare keys to get goods in and out of people other than me registering as a janitor. Deborah, I already have it, and I gave it to Marr and Kusukha. It's better to be glowing."

"Hmm, I was wondering why there were two of them, but surely one of them was glowing."

"Is it three...... isn't it a bit much?

"I wonder what's wrong with the balance there, and I want you to think about it with me. For now, that's the pendant. Karen screwed me when I gave Deborah the spare key. So I thought I'd give you the same thing."

"Really... yeah, it feels handmade and I like it, like this"

Flam smiles as he brings his pendant to the light of the magic light. Princess Carunella, who has been making a mess of it because the making is cluttered, is also kind of nibbling, so well, I don't think the operation was a failure.

"Um... am I good to have it too?

It is Stella, the maiden of Princess Carunella, who has one indescribable expression. Her position is quite cosmic. Princess Carunella became one of my daughters-in-law, but she is your maid of honor. It's not my daughter-in-law.

"You miss only one excommunicated or something. I'd cry."

"Oh, yeah... well, thank you for your excessive care"

Disintegrally, but this is how we surround the table together, so she's family too. You should take your time thinking about how you're going to handle it.

"Let's all actually go see the space-time hangar after dinner. You should lecture me on how to handle it. Sometimes it's a good night's walk for everyone."

"Right. Then let's do it."

"Yeah, let's eat then"

We'll all have it, and then we'll get to dinner.

Today's menu was vegetable soup and mashed potatoes with bacon, and then some kind of meat steak. Recent routine events in our house are assuming the type of this steak meat. I'm one shot in the eye of an appraiser, but I don't do such a bland thing. It's fun to hit with the texture and flavor of meat.

"What is this... you've never eaten"

"That's a strange texture. I might like it a lot."

Take a bite of steak and tilt your neck. He's also the first meat to eat Merkina sitting next to me. Seeing how the other daughters reacted, besides the cooked Deborah and Seatan figured it out. Really? Kusuha's complexion.

"This texture and flavor... no way. But."

I'm whining about something bumpy. Strange meat indeed. Somewhere, I feel like I know a similar texture. It's never unsavory or hard, but it's cunning and I can't chew it off. Hmm?

"Whatever meat is good."

"It's teethy, it's delicious, isn't it?

Deborah is going through a meal with a clear face, but Thetan smiles as subtle as trouble. My tail is only hanging by the curb and I'm not well. I know. When Deborah and Thetan have this attitude, it's a ghetto thing.

"Hmm, what is it? I have no idea."

"You're just like my sister. But I might like it a lot."

"Yeah, like I've had meat with the same texture..."

"Kokorikunukunyu"

"Hmm. It's like an animal's gut"

"That's it"

Multiple voices overlap, including me, in Sherry's remarks. You were surprised. Shelley's ears stood pinned and trembled.

Yeah, it looks like a hormone. This crusty feeling of cunning. But it's a hormone-like chewy steak. This strange meat. I can't imagine what kind of meat it is. No, wait, I think it's better not to pursue much from that reaction of Thetan. I have a bad feeling.

"Wait, stop pursuing -"

"It's not the meat of the Grand Worm."

"Why would I say that?!?

I look up to the ceiling unintentionally with a knife and a fork. Grandworm, Grandworm? I've never seen it, but it must have a delicious looking color and shape. I'm sure it's not something stupid, big blemished. I'm sure you are, you must be.

"GRANDWORM...... a snake-like demon spanning dozens of meters in length, a bad diet that swallows anything with a large mouth with no eyes and sharp fangs. You look dirty when you keep your mouth shut."

"Why did you explain that? Or stop being dirty or something."

Karen explains as she continues to eat at My Pace with no concern at all. There are several victims whose appetite has been cut off by Karen's commentary. Me, too.

"You can't leave it. Whatever the reason, the prey you hunt is to eat properly. Let us not forget the prey that gave us our lives and our gratitude to the hunters who hunted our prey with their lives at stake"

"... Yes"

Deborah's food is delicious, but she won't just forgive me for leaving it because the ingredients are ghetto. Well, it's certainly just food if you cook with whatever it is. Yeah.

"Ugh, Kisher."

"Hey, don't."

I flattened my grand worm steak while exposed to Karen's despicable mental attacks. But the mental attack was not only against me, but also against my friends, so Karen was donated to a sermon room named Bath by her sisters.

Clap.