Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

In the morning sun, pull the rope hanging from the roof of a tree hanging from a stone piled well to pull up a bucket of plenty of water from the bottom of the well.

Transfer the water from that bucket to a bucket with a portable handle... ok, you didn't spill it today.

When I started using the well, I didn't know how to use it and it was a lot harder, I put too much effort into it and took the rope off the pulley, I broke not many buckets of momentum, I leaned too many buckets and spilled water when I transferred the water, and I really made various failures when I was on my way to carrying the bucket.

But it's been a week since I started using wells on boulders anymore, slowly and carefully carrying buckets of water swinging inside that I have to graduate from that kind of failure already.

Sometimes I don't want to tarnish the clothes Arner made for me, so be careful with the horns on the rabbit.

I like the vest made of black gee fur on a white shirt made of mair cloth, and the boots on black gee leather trousers. I like the way they look like the greats I've seen in the royal castle.

That's how I walk carefully and carefully with a barrel towards a water bottle placed outside the yurt.

Once you pour the contents of the barrel into the water bottle, head back to the well and pump up the water and repeat.

That's how on the way to repeated the water draw several times, I swoop around the well... do my gaze there without a sign of a person... and exhale a deep sigh.

The well was married to Arner...... not. I started making it the day after the engagement ceremony and it was completed in two weeks and a little.

And since it's been a week... I mean, it's been about a month since Arner and I got engaged.

A month or so has passed, and there has been no change in our territory... which means there are no more inhabitants.

The wells and shafts built for more people... well, me and Arner are using them, but they are supposed to support a lot more human life.

Many yurts of hunting achievements also stay asleep in the warehouse as materials...... how sad.

No... only one house I use every day to assemble or disassemble in an attempt to study how to assemble a yurt... but that's not the way it was supposed to be used.

Arner is my family and I live with her, so I can't even say that I have one more inhabitant at first because she has told me that I am a resident here...... but she should still say family, not a resident.

I'd like to gather the people here somehow to see the sights of a ghost village lined up with a bunch of yurts... but I still have no idea what to do.

It's not like I haven't thought about it, but I don't know how to learn it...

That's how I exhale another deep sigh and then drop my shoulder.

If you're thinking such an idiot that the inhabitants won't come down from the sky while dropping their shoulders...... Arner smiles and rushes over here with a smile that just doesn't shine, what the hell is wrong with you?

"Diaz! It's a child!

We finally have a baby! Pregnant! "

To that word emanating from Arner with a smile, I am surprised... and smile and drop a barrel with too much water of joy... I was the one who wet my favorite trousers with the water in the barrel, but still the joy prevailed I thrust my hands up to heaven to express that joy.

"All right, all right, all right!

Well done, well done!

I didn't know I could have kids so soon, it's a total big deal!

That said I stroke, stroke my head, stroke my back, my belly...... is a little scary so I try not to touch it and stroke the other parts.

Pregnant girlfriend...... François slips her body to gladly narrow her eyes and let me stroke her more.

In a simple built breeding shed where dead grass is just laid down I stroke François like that, stroke him and keep stroking him.

Then Francois' husband, Francis, starts walking around Sowa and me and Francois in some unsettling way.

"Ha, what's that face, jealous? Francis.

Okay, okay, I'm gonna stroke you, too. "

Francis, who had a slightly obstinate look when I said so, nodded cocklessly and approached him, stroking him. He shrugged his body.

Maire is a very smart creature, she totally understands what this one says.

I would never do anything I taught you not to do, and you would understand and follow words like where to go, come here, wait a while, etc.

Arner says that wit is Maire's biggest weapon.

With that wit, they keep the danger away, deceive and deceive the predators with the power of wisdom, and the Maires seem to survive a harsh natural world.

So much so that the smart Maires say why they're livestock, because Maires want it.

They even take care of people who are stronger than us to protect them and even provide them with a place to live, so they're already happy to be livestock.

I am amazed at Maire's wit because it takes less than a week to learn the human language from the wild to the livestock.

As I continue to stroke Francis and Francois with that in mind, I stand by my side and Arner, watching this one, begins to open his mouth clouding his expression and feeling sorry for him.

"Uh... the... fact is... Diaz, Maire's pregnancy can't just be happy.

The... smart minute Maire is sensitive to fear and mental strain, especially during pregnancy.

So much so that fear sometimes drove me to death.

So... well, pregnant Mair is the strongest person in the herd, which means here it becomes Diaz...

We need that Diaz to always be there for Francis and protect him, that's how we give him peace of mind.

I mean, we need to be together when we go to bed... "

Toothless, Arner keeps explaining as he utters potpourri and words

I see, I mean, I have to sleep in a breeding shed for a while, and that's why Arner seems so sorry for doing that, right?

No, no, good or good, don't worry about it.

For Francis and Francois and the baby, it's nothing like sleeping here until the birth.

When he hears Arner's explanation and tells Arner what he thinks as it is, Arner shakes his face sideways saying it's not the same.

"Uh... no, we welcome Francis and the others to the yurt.

I need to do both Francis and Francois because it is not a good idea to peel them off where they have just become numbers.

Some of the men in the village don't like it very much, they can rub it quite a bit during Mair's breeding season.

The inside of the yurt gets really dirty, and it smells, and the guy says he's worried about Mair's gaze and he can't settle down even though he's in his own house... "

"Ha, I see.

I don't mind at all as much as living with you, Francis and Francois are important family members.

Besides, during the war, it was already stuffed with volunteers in dirty, stinking quarters, compared to heaven. "

"Oh well!

That would help if you told me so!

Many men lack kindness...... boulder my good man (oops)!

Arner smiles as he says so... and Francis and Francois, who watched our conversation quietly like that, start to raise their voices with Mayer.

They all sound the same to those who are unfamiliar with the sounds of Maires who are smart enough to understand human language, but in fact they subtly differ in the way they are pronounced, in the height of the sound and other details, and with those differences they put a lot of meaning into that sounding......

I still can't hear or understand them, but Arner says he can, and I often see him talking to François in the meadows and breeding cabins.

Earlier ringing with Mayer also apparently made sense, and Arner, who heard and understood it, dyed his cheeks... and starts twisting his body wondering why.

"Hey, what are you talking about, François, me and Diaz are still like that...

Huh, Francis! You're nasty!

Maermeyer.

"This, life spinning bonds a little bit like this isn't bad, so it's good, don't be shy.

Diaz is telling me that too...

... let go of our... circumstances!

Maermeyer.

I feel that somehow the conversation between Arner and Francis is headed in a disturbing direction, and I gently follow the breeding shed.

I always told him to stay on Francois' side... but he seems obsessed with the conversation, and he wouldn't mind a bit.

I spilled water earlier, so I need to pump it back, and I'll have to store the water in the water bottle thoroughly when I think about the amount of drinking water Francis and Francois have.

I never escaped a disturbing conversation, yeah.

It's breakfast time now, and water walnuts are essential, yeah.

Finishing the water draw, Francis and his bunk in the yurt... prepare a big bucket pulled out of the warehouse and lay dead grass to move Francis and his bunk to that bunk... then me and Arner start picking up a little late breakfast.

Enjoy a delicious breakfast as usual made by Arner, clean up after...... Well, what did you do today?

I still can't think of a way to gather the people... the village will be full of black gees and dragons to hunt, so the mall wants me to stop until it settles down... most importantly, it's an impossible option if you think about the safety of Francis and the others.

Then later...... either help with Arner's chores or practice assembling Yurt...... or both?

Blurry with that in my mind, Arner's blue, shining horns, who tried to head out to the creek to do the laundry, suddenly start shining green light.

In that light Arner stops his legs, begins meditating... and I lean my neck as I look at that light.

What the hell kind of light is that?

"Something caught on to the magic I left on the meadow... in the east... apparently approaching here.

They're... maybe human... about 10 people. "

To Arner's words I immediately reach for the battle axe I left near Yurt's bed and grip the pattern firmly.

I'm surprised that green is such a magical light or what a lot of convenient magic... but now it's more important to think about those people and what they do than about that magic.

When it comes to the east... will it be in the direction of the Wang capital?... I don't know any visitors coming from Wang Du... but if you're a bandit or something... it's going to be a big deal.

"Arner, I'll see how it goes.

In the meantime, please hide with François and the others with cover-up magic, if you can hide this yurt and well or something.

... It would be unlikely, but sometimes the other person would be a customer... you don't have to hide just that yurt I assembled in practice.

If I were a customer, I'd listen there.

Francois, Francis, I'm leaving here for a little while, but I'll be right back... it's okay, if it's about 10 humans, it's easier than a dragon. "

Arner and Francis and Francois nod at my words.

Arner has given me an extra look that I would be fine, but Francis and Francois' expressions are dark and anxiety shadows off.

Can't you wipe that anxiety away when you say it's okay with words......

Then go away and clean up the cause.

Fighting to protect everyone in the realm from foreign enemies… seems to be able to do just a little lord-like work…?