Evening. I came to Mr. Craftsman Clift for an example.
"How's it going?
"Hmm? Take a look at this.
"Oh! Wow! Are you serious!
That orihalcon was transforming into a chain of necklaces. It's not even five centimeters long yet, but this would also make it possible to make Alec's neck area. How can you process Orihalcon so small and precise! Genius!
"Hehe, what do you say? Dark elf technology is famous among the elves. We can move on at this rate, okay?
"Please. Do you have enough magic?
"Oh, it's enough. Come back around noon tomorrow. To refill.
"Yes, thank you!
Looks like you could make a great necklace. I wouldn't even have this with the queen. This is what Alec deserves. I'd love to see Alec's chest decorated soon!
I went back to the village chief's house, but Mr. Ar is not here. I guess they're sowing seeds somewhere. You don't know if it's fun or hard. At least from me, I'm not envious.
"Guests, if you're free, why don't you talk to this woman? Because the eagles don't know much about humans.
"Absolutely. I don't know much about elves or dark elves either.
The village chief came into the guest room where I was with the liquor he had put on the basin. If this is a young black gal, I'd be wary of crawling at night, but it's Grandma. My maternal grandmother in her previous life was a fish seller, but my paternal grandmother was a farmer. Always to be in the fields, or I called them 'paddy'. This village chief is called the bending of his hips, the wrinkle of his face, he reminds me of Taba. I'm the one who died before my parents, but I could live longer than both grandmothers.
So what bothered me was Alan's parents, my biological father. I've never heard anything at all. Where my parents are and what kind of kids they were. All I know is that I'm a former civilian. That's what I started drinking, too, and one of these days you'll talk to me at the booze table.
"Shall we introduce ourselves again? Ingeborgnajayolanda, the head of this village of Somblair.
"Kingdom of Roland, from Frantier Territory Tannat. It's Curse de Martin."
"Sometimes it's strange. I feel little magic when I face to face like this. But there seems to be more magic to enclose than any elf. Even compared to all the elves I've met.
"I'm afraid. How old is the village chief? I'm fourteen.
"Hmm, it's rude of a kid to ask how old he is. Four hundred and sixty for me.
Are you younger than the village chief in Fairwell village? That's nearly two hundred, too. Speaking of which, was that guy a high elf?
"Is there a high elf in this village?
"I don't. I don't know who tries such crazy trials. Still, many young people try, and no one comes home.
"You're that bad. Actually, my teacher is climbing Igdrasil in Fairwell Village. Of course I'm human.
"That's a frightening story. The more you climb up there, the tighter it gets, the hell of a trial. No one has succeeded in climbing the summit in this village.
That means this grandma climbed to a pretty good place, too.
"I'm actually going to climb in six months, too. I don't know how far I can go though. Can I get you some advice or something?
"Hmm. Try that at that age... not so much advice, but if you insist, don't get tired of it. Climbing that is also said to be a kind of infinite hell. Because there's nothing to do but climb through the same scenery.
Uh, just climbing? That looks boring. I don't even think I'll have my strength until I find it the most boring.
"Are there any enemies or disturbances?
"Nothing. I don't know if anything is the enemy.
That's what Grandma said and took a sip of booze. I drank too. You're a little strong.
"What alcohol is this?
"This is called 'Alkepilitz'. The magic of the eagle is well placed, isn't it?
That's a strange taste. Is this mud? Potatoes? There seems to be some unusual flavor.
"It tastes like you want some knob. It's tight if it stays like this.
"Wouldn't you like to hear a mouthful full of alcohol? Wait for me. I got some good stuff.
Grandma got up and left the room. I can feel it when I use an old man. Let's go, too.
"Let's continue that way.
I followed Grandma into the kitchen-like room.
"Silly. Don't let a man enter the kitchen. Wait for me.
So is that. Is this the sanctuary of women?
In the end, there was nothing particularly noteworthy, and my grandmother and I stayed up late. I got a little drunk, and while I was rubbing my grandmother's shoulders and hips, I became in a relationship that I called 'Grandma' and 'Curse' towards my face.
Sometimes she looks like a grandmother in her previous life, but she's even more like a grandmother than Zematis' grandmother.