Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

Oh, it's you.

"Oops, hey!

Arriving at the house of the Amur family and getting out of the van with a present, a man came from behind. To turn the carriage - and in our case the dragon carriage - backwards. And I knew the man.

"Mattis, how are you?

"Of course. A walking dragon, unusual."

Well...

It was Mattis who was on the horse guard during the monster crusade. If a strange nobleman was dealing with him, Mattis would be afraid to deal with him, but I'm not a stranger to him, and I'm just a blacksmith, so the greeting is easy.

As usual, I feel relaxed and even remember a little nostalgia.

"Well then, I asked for my daughter."

"... leave it to me"

For a moment he looked suspicious in my words, but Mattis slapped Don in the chest. He'll be fine.

We're both good kids.

"Kurrrrrrrr"

Won!

I stroke their heads. Samya and everyone likewise stroked their heads and spared a little distance. Kurl was gently pulled by Mattis, and Lucy followed Mattis gently.

Well, here we are.

Katerina calls on us to escort them and Mattis. We nodded and followed Mr. Caterina.

Entering through the front door, the servant of the house I knew was still waiting there.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please change your clothes, follow the caterina. Please follow me, Aeyou."

"Oh, Mr. Bowman. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"No, absolutely not."

This loving and modest servant is Mr Bowman. I have heard that everything is the greatest among the servants of this mansion. I wonder if it would be all right to turn such a man over to us.

I don't think it's excessive, but I will obey Mr. Bowman honestly, considering that it is Marius' caring and celebratory occasion. Now, what kind of clothes can I wear this time?

Mr. Bowman and I went down the hallway where we had been several times, and eventually Mr. Bowman opened the door to a room.

"Here we are."

"Thank you."

As he enters the room after a meeting, several servants are waiting for him to fulfill his duties. I don't know how to wear it.

"Sorry, every time."

"No, don't worry about it."

When I put the present I brought on a small table, the servants began to change my clothes. We know that resisting is only going to take time, so keep it down.

I wonder if I should keep about one dress that I can wear in places like this even when I am dressed for practice.

No, I doubt how many chances there are. It's just a blacksmith. And when the Marquis got to know me strangely, he said, "I brought you a baron when I heard you were ready for that!" and "I got potatoes in my field so I can split them between the hems."

It is difficult to make trouble every time, but it is not so rare, and please leave the servants alone.

A few people changed their clothes, so I quickly finished dressing. What I am wearing now is the style worn by the aristocrats of the kingdom, not the north.

Apart from the fact that it doesn't suit me well, I appreciate it because I have trouble wearing a printed haori. It looks like a proper dress, embroidered everywhere, but it feels like a house with a martial arts weapon in a less glamorous area.

I think it's probably a costume left by someone in this house, someone from a man who's gone. I gently thanked Marius for wearing it.

When I finished dressing, I took the gift and moved again under Mr. Bowman's leadership. Next, he was guided to a room with no table and only chairs, apparently a waiting room for guests.

There was someone else in the next room, and I heard them talking.

"Could you have this room for us?

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you don't like the nobles, do you?

I'm sorry about everything.

I'll keep my head down. Mr. Bowman smiled nicely.

"This is also how we treat our customers."

He told me without a doubt. As a matter of fact, it's troublesome to be asked to dig leaves and root me out, and so is Anne.

I can't thank the people of this house enough. I'll bring some presents to the people of this house again.

Perhaps there are people who can help me change clothes for other families, but the time it takes women to change and prepare remains the same in the old world and this world. Not to mention going to a feast this time, it will take time.

So I used that time to talk to Mr. Bowman about it, and eventually I heard a knock. Perhaps our family has changed. Mr. Bowman,

"Here you go. Miss Aeroe needs you."

That said, the door was open.