Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

I'll finish your dinner and when I get my dishes back, I'll just go to sleep. If tomorrow is a full-scale crusade, I'm sure you're busy. If you don't sleep early and feed your English, your 30-year-old body will not allow you to feel physically fit.

When we went back to our own tent and lay down scratching the blanket, the sleeper visited us early to see if we were unexpectedly tired.

The next morning, about the hour after the sun rises, I wake up and do some light gymnastics, and then I head to the cooking area to get myself together. The ladies were already ready in the morning, waiting for us to come and eat.

"Good morning, good morning.

"Oh, good morning!

"Your old man's been fine since morning.

"Ooh! The side that separates your energies looks snug and tight!

"You're a pro, man.

"Oh, my God!

Surely there's something to be apprenticed about how energetic this guy is. I picked up some breakfast soup and bread and headed to the table.

The soup is gobbled with ingredients, and the rice is solid in the morning. A soldier or something wouldn't be able to do it without eating this much. The bread is also soft compared to what has been out on the move or baked since you came over. I'll probably be busy by noon, so I'll have to eat well, too.

Side by side with the soldiers eating in a hurry, I eat slowly and firmly. There's something a little painful about it, but it's different from what I do at my age, so I'm going to convince you around it.

That's how I ate, and Miss Frederica came over here with breakfast.

"Good morning, Mr. Eizou.

"Good morning, Frederica.

Miss Frederica puts rice across from me, but she seems to sleep for a long time.

"Looks sleepy, but late last night?

"Yes. The Count was working on the operation late, so I was calculating supplies to go with it.

To finish, Miss Frederica yawns fluffy and adorable.

"Thank you for your hard work. But don't stay up too late. I hear you're the beauty enemy of young women.

"Thank you. But I can't help but care about beauty.

Miss Frederica says so, but she's usually cute compared to the aristocratic lady I saw at Marius's party, and I think there are a lot of guys who wouldn't be left alone if they weren't wild clothes like now.

"I think Mr. Frederica can be more confident, though. Even compared to the noble lady."

I say as I carry the soup into my mouth.

"No, I don't..."

Miss Frederica mumbles. I can't tell if it's lit or not. It's awkward in the morning too, so let's change the subject.

"With that said, is there going to be a lot of repairs today?

"Hmmm......"

Miss Frederica thinks of a wooden spoon with soup in her mouth. The gaze is front, but the focus isn't right for me.

This is one of the things I've learned in the last few days about her, and it's characteristic that when you think about it, you start to look away somewhere.

"Probably more. The Count said he would be prepared for some“ wear and tear ".

"I see."

That means there are either a large number or there were strong enemies. I guess that came back yesterday where I found out to some extent.

Miss Frederica was thinking about how far to tell the blacksmith, but she's telling me as part of a replenishment plan, is it around?

"Then you should bring about two more barrels of charcoal. Because I use charcoal quite a bit with the fire floor. It is also possible that the situation is not one in which you can ask for help.

"I get it. I'll arrange it.

Miss Frederica looked up at the void and murmured three times, "Two barrels of charcoal to Mr. Eizou's place," she said. This is the second of her habits, and when she remembers something important without writing it on paper, this is how she puts it in her mouth three times to remember.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, thank you.

"Of course it is.

Miss Frederica responded to me today with a smile like a small animal.

After that, I'll finish the meal with a couple of stories that don't even hold me back. After all, you haven't heard why she was promoted to a civilian around supplies this time. Since we talked about not having actual combat experience, is it still the purpose of gaining actual combat experience?

On the way to the outpost after breakfast, I saw fully armed soldiers assembling. I guess we're still ahead of us, we're not aligned. And there's something in it that I didn't see yesterday. Skinny, long-heared men - are elves.

"I knew it.

I wasn't surprised to see an elf. As I tried yesterday, there is a lot of magic around here.

If so, there is no surprise at all that the elves need to absorb magic on a regular basis and can only live in such places are stationed around here. If you have demonic anxiety where you live, the thought of helping you get rid of it is natural.

It is a difficult story to say that we need a supply of magic, but if there is space nearby for caves and other magical powers to stare, there is a risk of demons.

With a little sympathy, I went to the outpost again to focus on my work today.