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

"When I got back, I was nowhere, nobody knew where I was going, and I figured I'd do something about it."

Back in Clover, my old man was waiting for me. When you get back from taking the Travelgate, the person you're handing over to is missing. That would be trouble.

By the way, Real still has something to talk about over there. I'm back alone. I'm sure you're making fun of around Vault, or else you felt the need to discuss things with me about my future activities and such. Come to think of it, that's probably a pretty exhaustive type, too. Let's be a little more polite in the future. Yeah.

"I'm sorry. The reason I missed my seat was because it had something to do with my old man."

Receive the travel gate and talk about the meeting with the gods, teasing while receiving the installation lecture. Being an ancient man who survived the collapse of the old world, this old man is, in a sense, more dangerous than me from the gods. He is familiar with the treatment of ancient heritage and has some idea of where and what kind of facilities are available from the memory of the time. Will the point be saved that the person has a similar ethic to the gods - that is, a strong desire not to let the mistakes of the old world be repeated?

"God, hey"

The old man listens to me and creates a whitey atmosphere. If you try being an old man, the Vaults are like compatriots who just survive in a different way.

"Whatever it is, I fully agree with their aspirations. We should never visit a time like that when a Kamikaze can burn wilderness all over again."

"Good for you"

"It's a question of what to do with the management of dangerous bumps. It's best to destroy it without a trace... but it could be used for something."

"Well, yeah"

This world called Erialdo is frankly a world where humans have difficulty living. The kind of demons that easily tear humans apart are bouncing all over the place, and the untouched frontiers of the ruins can be absurd levels of viciousness where powerful demons live to challenge battles. And such demons rarely come close to people, or they attack people with excessive momentum. A powerful weapon can really help at that time.

"Either way, don't worry about what I keep. It's kept tight, and the storage is in the rear of the Great Forest, in the power zone of the Lii clan. They're sensitive to strangers."

"So is that."

The family of Li 'i is one of the families of the Elves who live in the Great Forest, and are highly exclusive people. Other residents living in the Great Forest are also open to their height of temperament and exclusivity, and they don't have many people to get close to if they don't need them.

And all I have to do is prevent the spread of dangerous technologies and manage them. It is not a collection of dangerous technologies. If it's managed in the right way to a safe place, you won't need to get your hands on it.

"But you need to take care of it."

"What?"

"Just in case. What if the manoeuvres come at us for dangerous goods that are stored? It's not like I can protect you."

"Right, that's undeniable. In fact, you're the ones who stole the evil god killer."

My old man is turning a real gaze at me with his jito eyes. Oh, yes. Thanks for that verse. As it turns out, I'm glad you didn't bust your old man then. If I had killed my old man, I wouldn't have gotten Travelgate. Because of my personality, I can't imagine going out of my way to take away the legacy of an old man who doesn't know if there's ever going to be trouble.

"I wonder if you have some kind of emergency means of communication. In case your old man's vault gets raided by someone out of your old man's control, maybe we can send reinforcements from here. If we don't, if we find out something's happened, we can take action."

"Hmm... that's not bad. But I don't have the equipment that I can use with me."

"Hmm, you can pick demon nuclei from the Great Forest demons, right?

"Oh, can you pick it?

"Then let's use the magic guides for communications that are out in this day and age. Consumption of the Demonic Nucleus is a little intense, but it can be used enough to communicate between two points"

"Well, is there such an advanced tool in circulation in this day and age? Interesting."

"It's expensive, though. When you're ready, I'll deliver it to you."

My old man accommodated two travel gates, and it's what I need to do my job. I have a handover, and I would be able to prepare it without any problem. By the way, there are three communication magic guides currently in operation at home. It is a direct hotline to the centres of the kingdoms of Misscronia, Calendyl and Geppelus, respectively. Each one looks slightly different but feels more or less like a crystal ball sitting on a luxurious pedestal. It feels like using a magic nucleus in a luxurious pedestal.

"I got the story. Handover's complete, and now I'm on my way."

"Oh, you're a master. Don't die in the wild."

The old man waved his back hand at my words and walked away. Drop that off, stretch your body out in a good way and get in the mood.

"Ah, it's so hard! But good luck!

"So, you say that in this busy time, where ex-slave immigrants keep coming, the gods have been pushing us to the challenge?

"Yes."

"Even though we're just short on manpower, you think we have to crack manpower and monitor the resurgence and spread of dangerous ancient technology to disrupt or obliterate it? Without anything in return?

"Yes, excuse me"

It's Tysi. When I get home and report to my daughter-in-law the contents of the assignment that the gods have offered me, I am Tysi, who is being seated on the floor. How did this happen?

"Mr. Tysi, it's not a good idea for you to easily undertake anything. Do you know how hard that is?

"Mm-hmm, well, not really? Heh..."

Marl removed a glowing flask of extreme color from his hip porch. Shit, what's so frightening about that? I didn't even shake it, but the inside of the flask is swirling, and the color changes from moment to moment.

"How many places do you think we study ancient technology? Of course, there are a lot of national research institutes, adventurers' and merchants' guilds, magicians' guilds, noblemen, and individuals who study them, right? How do you say we find out if those researchers haven't done any dangerous research? Naturally, the main research facility is strictly alert, right?

"Uh, I sneak in?

"Might it be possible if Mr. Tysi could split into a thousand or so people? Shall we give it a try?

Marl smiles and sways loosely a flask that shines in extreme colors. Very well.

"Marriel, yes, I wonder if it would frighten your husband."

There was a Savior. Nella, I love you.

"You have to release your ears and eyes outside, so it just got faster."

"That's true, but there's a lot more to focus on right now, isn't there?"

"The only part of the shortage of things is getting my husband to do his best, right?

"Please be gentle"

It seems to have been avoided that I can be divided thanks to Nera. There's no way you can do that? No, Marl could do it. I'm creating a sex change potion before. Naturally, they drank it, and my daughters drank it. Can you imagine what happened? Let's be nice to women. I made a promise to your brother. That's a real promise.

"Due to its nature, the presence of troops to carry out the mission cannot be taboo. I'll take care of that kind of troop know-how."

His nose gets rough with the way Fram, who was originally part of the shadow unit of the Kingdom of Calendyl, was tempered.

"I'm counting on you, but you have to put the belly child first. What are we gonna do with the personnel?

"To be honest, this country, full of subhumans, is not the place for intelligence... basically, people work for research institutes like that."

"Worst of all, there's no hand in relying on the fairies."

Those guys have a special ability to disappear, and they're masters of magic. But many of them have the right personality, so they're not for intelligence. In the first place, even if you infiltrate a research facility, you're only likely to be able to destroy it under the name of prank. I think it's going to be a little tricky to steal out the material, or even say, "Go secure the target."

"No. I don't think that's the right thing to do."

Kusuha says so and laughs bitterly.

"Right. Basically, I guess we should go with a small number of elite executive units and a configuration that feels like intelligence units that gather information widely. Will the executive force use Thorne and the private forces for now?"

"Right. If you want to gather information extensively, you might want to let the caravan from us take over the task."

"I see. Any other good opinions?

Deborah raised her hand to my words.

"The Centaurs said it would be a business to escort merchants from other countries from demons and bandits. They can move at the same speed as carriages because they have fast legs, and they have the fighting power there, so they're good for escorting merchants."

"I see, the Centaur guard service? Isn't that good? Maybe the merchant squad that comes out of our house can be made up of centaurs."

Originally, the Centaurs seemed to be living around a wide meadow, and maybe that kind of life suits them better than staying in one place and continuing their lives.

"Well, let's get a representative from Centaur to move on."

I talked about the concept of a Centaur courier before, but I think it's really great that we've proposed something from the Centaurs themselves that moved that concept forward. At the moment, Centaur occupies a large part of the city's population, and it's a real pleasure to have jobs tailored to their characteristics.

"That's about all I'm likely to be able to decide right now... I don't know if the purpose itself is ambiguous at the moment, or what exactly to do. First, we need to create an organization that can gather information."

"Right. This isn't all something we can do overnight. Let's do the trick."

"Right, let's do it with the trick. Don't say Rome can't be done in one day."

"What? It is"

"Rome is a very developed country that used to be in my world. That means that any major undertaking can be accomplished through years of hard work. This way, Clover can't make it in one day."

"Tysi would've made it in a day."

"Well, if you're Taishi, you're going to make it in a day."

Merkina and Mr. Ermina say that and laugh couscous. Couscous and laughed zero so that other faces who were at the meeting would also be caught.

"Minasa! Dinner is ready!

"Aye. Let's get you around here today."

"Right, we don't need to rush anything. Clover didn't make it in one day, did he?

"Right, you can't make it in one day. Tips Let's go."

I'll take Marl's hand and help him get up. Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. One day at a time, let's do the trick. I'm sure that means you'll live.

Life stabilized, separating old man raids. No, that's some weird way to put it, but you can only describe it as so. There will be no crisis that would cause the survival of Clover, and the kingdoms of Misscronia, Calendyl and Geppelus are truly at peace. Because you could sharpen the ranks of the local noblemen who don't listen to the royal family much in connection with the invading army?

Clover is really peaceful, too. Of course there are a number of minor problems going on, but all of them are not enough to take.

"No, that's crazy"

"... I thought I was going to die"

Thorne, a werewolf beast captain of my private army unit, and Berk, a former criminal slave and promoted by me to a private army unit member, said that in a slackened face, but isn't it just a bonus game that a bunch of Behemoths came running into Clover? Hooray for a pile of delicious meat and ingredients you have nowhere to throw away.

Speaking of ex-slaves, they also seem to be getting familiar with life in Clover, although little by little they brought from the Kingdom of Geppelus. Are they particularly active in accommodation and cafeteria related?

From now on, Clover will be visited by many merchants from the kingdoms of Misclonia and Calendir. Oh, my God, the street itself is already ready. Perhaps the adventurers will also come to visit as their escort, and the adventurers, who aimed not at escorting but at hunting for demons in the Great Tree Sea, will also visit Clover.

That means we'll need a place for such travelers to rest their bodies in Clover. And, of course, a meal that fills its belly. That's why accommodation and cafeteria development is on a steep pitch in Clover today.

Buildings can be anything with man-made sea tactics, but they don't go either when it comes to customer service or cooking. It's a technical job. So many Clover residents, including former slaves, are being trained under their guidance by inviting homeowners and cooks from the kingdoms of Misscronia and Calendyl.

As part of that training, at lunch and on the evening after work, people who have been granted more than a certain cooking arm are starting to come out with a waving stall.

It was then decided to start paying in currency as well as consideration for labour and food distribution tickets. Get the money as a consideration for the job and eat whatever you want with it. Through such things, we intend to accelerate the introduction of the monetary economy in Clover.

As always, I could receive it on food distribution tickets, or I could exchange food distribution tickets for currency later. As a result, almost all of the people working in Clover began to receive consideration for their labour in money, and in a very short period of time the monetary economy was to permeate Clover.

I broke a bone to prepare a large quantity of copper and silver coins... but more than that, the stabilization of monetary value in clover and the yamato that always seemed to be busy increasing in order to provide a non-lagging supply without oversupply were dying. Yamato would have died if it hadn't been for the Goat Beast man Klimt and the faces of his former knowledge slaves, no doubt about it.

Speaking of ex-slaves, Lumina, the cat beast man with the guts for the quiet, also seemed to be working hard. They've found talent in making confectionery, and they're lifting their arms under confectioners from the kingdom of Misscronia. The crepe shops she serves during the day and evening are always thriving for both men and women. I've been there quite a bit, too, but it's actually delicious. My daughters and daughters can be fans of her crepes, too.

That Usa Ear daughter by the name of Raffil seems to play the receptionist in a commercial guild to be built in Clover. I introduced him to Huey, a commercial guilder who had been gracious since I was in the kingdom of Calendyl with a little edge, and that happened while he was eating up with great momentum and saying goodbye. Sure enough, Huey was single...... well, good luck.

What else has changed... the ghost tribes. Since the announcement of the country, they have proactively entered Clover. He also had some trouble at first, but then seems to be generally adapting to Clover's life without any problems.

Ghosts are powerful and pride high. But if you return the back, it also means that they are people who are dependable and highly artisanal. And, surprisingly, good care. I often see people in former slavery who are about to be frustrated by unfamiliar work, taking care of them. On the slightly stronger side, they have the impression that there are many crude people, but they seem to be highly popular with former slaves and children. Sounds like he's not compatible with a carnivorous beast. Probably like a fellow hater.

Nothing else to highlight... nothing in particular. Anyway, it's peaceful. There's still a lot to do, though. If the transatlantic streets of the Great Tree Sea start to operate, we will now have to develop the northern streets that will go to the Kingdom of Geppelus, and we will have to pave the way to the mountainous areas south of the Great Tree Sea. I would also like to develop resources once I have made my way to the mountainous areas, and for that I would like the help of the Dwarves living on Mount Bus in the western part of the continent. There's a sea ahead of us through the mountains, and if there's a sea, I want to get salt. To do this, we also need the help of the birds and the talking penguins at the northern end of the Great Tree Sea.

Merkina, Hermina, Rijuana and Elves. We also want to move forward with the Great Tree Sea normalization plan under way, and there are many other things we want to do and need to do.

"Mr. Tysi. One step at a time. Sure, right?

Seated on the couch in the living room where everyone was gathered and lost in thought, Marl, sitting next to me, called out to me. She smiles when she stops stalling her thoughts and turns to Marl. Looking around, they were all staring at me in the middle of nowhere.

"You're sick already, aren't you? There's still time. I assure you, you will live in peace."

Soon Real, who was pinching me and forming opposite Marl, smiles at me with a garlic. If this guy's gonna vouch for you, there's nothing more.

"Tysi really feels alive and in a hurry. I'm gonna have to get you to live longer for the kids, too, okay?

Melkina giggles as she sits in her rocking chair. Her tummy is bigger than Marr or Karen, who plans to give birth at the same time. It is me who is a little worried about giving birth because the real thing is that they are twins.

"Right, because you're almost going to be a father. Wouldn't it be nice to have a little less work?

That's what Flam says and smiles. Recently, the symptoms have become slightly lighter and the complexion is good.

"Because the Lord carries too much of everything as much as he can."

Kusukha clasps her shoulders as she weaves the cloth with precise hands. He's been weaving cloth these days if he's only free. He makes clothes for babies and stuff. I haven't given her any children between me and Kusukha yet, but I think it's time. More pregnant women, more often!

"Mm, Tysi is sweet, so I can't help it. That's the good part."

That's what Karen says and hits the fruit. Only her smaller body makes her bigger stomach stand out so much. Maybe it's good to have an appetite, but I'll take care of it.

"Sorry, it's kind of a bad time"

"What can I apologize for? I'm glad to hear it, and you don't have to worry about anything."

I shake my head and deny that Tina, who is pale because of her heavy pressure, apologizes in a small voice. Sure, it's hard for Tina to fall out of all the busy things she's been doing, but giving her a child is something to live for. There's nothing wrong with Tina's missing hole because it's just a story that I need someone else to fill. I want both mothers and children to be calm and healthy.

"That's right. You don't have to worry about our missing holes because you can use people. In the first place, it was an anomaly until now, when we were working in a burly way."

Neela clams her shoulders as she sips tea with a clear face. Right, because Marl, Tina, and Nella were supposed to do what they were supposed to do with being administrators. I was finally able to send people from the Misscronia and Calendyl kingdoms around here recently, so much so that the work around there is more of a hassle than before Tina fell out.

"Eh heh..."

Shelley, the fox daughter, caresses her stomach while she talks about it. She suddenly had nausea before dinner today, and I checked it out, and it turned out she was giving me my child.

Yes, I did. But I don't apologize. She's an adult, an adult. You're married, too. So safe, okay?

"Mr. Tysi, it's me today, it's me, hey"

Seatan, sitting next to Shelley, literally jumps in and fits on my lap, looking up at my face from the closest distance directly in front of me. This dog girl, her eyes are serious.

"All right, all right, so calm down"

"Huh..."

Why calm Sheetan's head and ears? Thetan has been at this rate ever since Shelley's pregnancy was discovered. I might get dry tonight.

"Calm down, really already"

Deborah picks up her grown up sheetan as she sighs and hugs her on her own lap. She also discovered her pregnancy the other day. Although she looks the same as usual on the outside, she strokes her own stomach with a good grin for her too, even after the discovery of her pregnancy.

"I'll be tomorrow."

Mr. Ermina nibbles over a cup of tea. Now my daughter-in-law, who is not currently pregnant, is six: Real, Xuha, Nera, Seatan, Mr. Ermina and Rijuana. As the number of people decreases, the rotation is accelerating. I'm very glad we're all aggressive, but please be on your way.

"There 'll be a lot of things, but take your time. Because you really feel like you're in a hurry."

"Right, there's still a long way to go. I need to do the trick slowly so I don't get tired of it. I still have time to do what I have to do."

I look up at the ceiling by answering that to the rifhana speaking up as I make a special herbal tea.

In less than six months, the children will be born, and there are plenty of places in the Federation of Brave Demons where we have to get our hands all over Clover. Sometimes it's about the turkey stinking role pushed by the gods, and life after the ascension - no, neuroscience? Because there is. I'm sure none of this is a glimmer, but there's everybody next to me.

I also feel like I wanted to live my life a little freer, but this is it, well. Isn't it a good one?

With that in mind, I pulled Marl's hand and headed to the dining room where everyone was waiting.