Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

Something smells fragrant, and the smell prompts my stomach to roar and wake up.

... well, this is in the yurt... to see the sunlight pouring out of the ceiling hole, is it morning already?

Uh, I don't know, the bunk is so soft... well, is this the bunk with Maire's cloth and hair?

The armor... you took it off and left it on the side... how did I sleep on this bunk?

Hmm, that's not clear in your head.

I rub my eyes and organize my memories as I kick my drowsiness out of my head.

Yesterday...... Arner brought back the village men first after that.

And take the general location of the beast's body from me and head there......

In the mall while Arner and the others were retrieving the corpse of the beast... yeah, you taught me how to take care of Mair.

The males say hello to Francis, the females say hello to the two Maires named Francois and stroke the bodies of the Maires fully... Arner came back while they were pumping water into the water drinking area of the breeding shed...

So we talked about confirming the number of beasts we hunted at the mall, Arner and me, and the number of yurts and food we would exchange... the mall went home... yes, so Arner and I ate together.

Arner made me a simmer with dried meat and the potatoes I brought... and yes, that was delicious and delicious again and I ate too much.

And when I was full, I kept up... so I fell asleep.

... Then who took off my armor and carried it to bed... well, there's only one answer, Arner.

The smell of that stew drifting in the yurt again means that Arner is preparing his meal now?

... Yeah, I'm getting my head straight, and it's time to wake up.

If you get up and look inside the yurt, you'll see Arner cooking with a chimney sticking out of the yurt... what a pleasure to cook.

"Morning, Arner."

"Morning, Diaz!

Wait a little longer for the meal, I'm just adding some herbs, I need to simmer a little more... "

When I say hello, Arner replies as he stares.

They say it's important in the meadows to eat medicinal herbs that will keep your body warm and sick at breakfast, and you just added that to the rest of yesterday's simmer?

After explaining that to me, Arner keeps stirring the pan on top of the pan in a nose mix... so that the breakfast is complete and Arner arranges the dishes in a large wooden vessel on a short table with assembled feet.

They say sitting on a cushion placed on the floor and eating is the way to eat at Yurt, and that's why the feet at the table are short.

Me and Arner sit across the table and start eating stewed herbs.

If you eat it soaked up with a wooden spoon...... yeah, yummy!

I wondered if it would taste bad because of the herbs in it. It has a refreshing aroma and a little spiciness that makes it taste even better than last night's dinner.

"I'm surprised, Arner. I can't believe it tastes better than yesterday."

"Oh, yeah? This is a qualitative person...

Well, I don't feel bad about being complimented... yeah... "

Is Arner too happy that he was praised? He is dyeing his cheeks red while twisting his torso and body.

That attitude and expression is so separate that you can say it's different from when you first had it... no, it's something that changes you so far with one manhood.

Arner keeps letting his body twirl for a while...... you notice my gaze at seeing yourself like that, cough one up, then correct his posture and open his mouth.

"Oh, hon!... So, Diaz, when do we start hunting today?

"Hmm? Yesterday's hunt gives you plenty of yurt and food, isn't that enough?

"... No, it's not enough to gather people here yet.

First of all, the well, the water in the river can be contaminated by the disease when the beasts settle upstream, and the well is necessary if drinking water is to be secured.

And don't forget the place to treat it well, because the faeces and urine are the source of the disease.

The craftsmen in the village will still have to hunt to make wells and rice balls. "

"I see... then you're still hunting blackgees today"

"No... I've had enough black gees.

Or even if they bring all the same beasts, everyone in the village will be in trouble, another prey is good.

... Diaz used to hunt monsters, didn't he? So what do you say?

Monsters, unwanted creatures.

The monsters that originate from the whirlpool of temper or crawl out of the dungeon seem to hate everything but monsters for whatever reason, a troublesome existence that strikes them as they hate them.

The meat is not suitable for consumption because it is distracting, but the outer skin, nails, horns, heart stones, etc. are conveniently used in various situations of life.

"Monster hunting, that's not bad.

But, Arner, are there any monsters around here?

"There's not a lot of them, but we'll find them."

"... looking for fewer monsters out of this vast meadow...?

It's going to take a while, and then we'd better hunt beasts other than black gees in Matabi... "

"Leave it to me, I can use the magic of looking for demons.

If you go hunting with me, it'll all be over soon. "

"... with Arner?

That's... I don't mind, but if you two go out, you're gonna take your eyes off Francis and the others... are you okay?

"I'll ask the men who bring the yurt from the village to take care of it, it's all right!

The men will be over here by noon, so get in line by then, and if the men have come this way, let's go right away!

You two hunt together! This is gonna be fun!

"Oh, yeah, I get it."

Arner's cheeks are red again.

Earlier words were also somewhat more powerful in the 'two of us together' part...... hmm, is it okay to be alone with Arner now......

My concern elsewhere. Arner finishes his meal and starts washing dishes with water drawn into the kettle, clearly trying to clean up and support him.

If the dishes are washed and the end of the day is over, Arner begins to kick me out of Yurt when he hands me a toothbrush made of beast hair and a beard shaving knife, and then goes to the river and gives me a sense of humility.

"Doesn't Arner give himself up in the river?

If you ask, it seems common sense for a woman to do everything in a yurt because she uses tools and hassles... I honestly get kicked out of the yurt and off to the river.

A man comes from the village while I struggle badly to shave my beard as I finish brushing my teeth and watch my reflecting face into the river... that's how Arner shows up from inside the yurt to talk to the man.

Look at Arner like that... the men cheer... and I raise my voice of surprise.

Hasn't Arner's makeup changed to something completely different?

Makeup in red paint with a pattern reminiscent of the unique flame of the Ghost Nation is put on its face and body by everyone, young and old, of the Ghost Nation, but Arner doesn't have it today.

The red paint is all washed away, blue red on the lid, red red on the lips......

The reason for the change in makeup was that I could understand the boulder... and I exhaled a big sigh of confusion.