Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

A few days passed since Klaus and Canis' wedding feast day.

The sun rises high and it becomes the summer season that releases the heat that stings my skin...... the crops in the field grow up in such sunshine, a few chicks hatch from the goose eggs, the horses and the white gees continue to eat grass fine every day and every day in the village of Ill is doing very well.

I was worried that those who get hit by the summer heat and get sick might get out, but so far I haven't had that kind of problem.

Because Arner has made a hat to keep the sun out of the water to replenish the sweat and strength lost in the heat.

People sweat when it's hot.

Summer hydration is essential because you lose more and more moisture in your body when you sweat too much and you get sick as a result.

It doesn't seem like it would be good to just drink water, so he needs to mouth a good amount of salt and a little honey to replenish the power he lost with the sweat.

That's why Arner mixes every morning with a carved herb that helps cool the body in a drinking water bottle that everyone uses, with rock salt that the dogs pick up like every day from the south of the meadow, and a little honey.

The water that was made that way is very refreshing to drink and easy for everyone in the village...... it has been well received by everyone except Senai and Aihan.

Senay and Aihan seem to be unhappy with wanting it to be sweeter and finishing if they are going to use that honey that is sweet and delicious, and they seem to negotiate for Arner to increase the amount of honey they mix every day... but that negotiation doesn't seem to be going very well.

And the sun hat Grandma Maya and the others made for me.

That hat, made by mowing the tall grass growing there, sun-dried and dried, and knitted dry objects, is very reputable because it is breathable on a light top.

Drilling holes and other machining is easy, and the dogs seem to love it while machining them to suit themselves, such as drilling holes to get their ears out of their hats.

In those summer days, my life was undergoing a slight change.

I did my daily workouts and other routines, and once I had done some work, I was starting to spend some time to the night on the side of François, where I was close to giving birth, without walking too far out into the yurt.

Refrain from giving birth, which seems to be around autumn, François spends most of the day sleeping in a yurt, swelling his stomach with a fudge.

It's not like I'm not feeling well or losing the heat or anything, but to see how I sleep happily with my nose as a piss, now is the time I want to sleep that way anyway.

Being on François's side like that, and sometimes stroking him, François sleeps in a happier and safer way, so he wants to stay on his side as much as he can, so he does.

It seems that Francis hasn't been busy lately running around the village to take care of Francois in that condition.

Run to the meadow, look for the seemingly tender grass, cheek it all over your mouth, carry it under Francois to feed it as you chew and soften it, and then run again to the meadow.

Repeated all day, over and over again, that's what Arner says it's not Maire's habit, so I'm guessing it's the behavior he came up with thinking about Francois as Francis.

Not only Francois, but that's how I stroked and worked hard for Francis for my wife and my family, which has become my most important routine these days.

That's why I finish my routine, I finish my job, I finish my lunch, and when I'm in the yurt, I gently stroke François, who sleeps with Spicepi, on his back... after a noisy footsteps with Dothabba, one doggie tribe rushes into the yurt.

"Dear Diaz, I'm a customer!

Looks like he's not a bandit! I've got a lot of Maires!

That's what the Sengi family youngster who came running into the yurt says and gets his posture right and starts waving his tail waiting for something.

Seeing a young man looking with envy about François, inviting him to come nearby, stroking his head and doing it... Now, troubling his head as to how he dealt with the guest who brought that mayr with him.

"Meh, meh, meh?

And when they were woken up, such a voice rises from François, and a young man returns his words to that voice.

"Yes! The Maires were six in all!

I didn't feel injured or sick!

"Meh, meh, meh."

"Right! It felt so friendly!

He said he was forgiving his heart, or that he was being friendly. "

"Meh ~, meh, meh, meh"

"Okay! That's what I'll tell you!

What the hell kind of conversation was going on between François and the young man, and the young man leaves the yurt at the end of those words.

That's how François gets up slowly, eats my pants lightly and pulls me quick.

"... what, the bathroom?

I don't know why. When I say that, François kicks that eye sharp and hits that corner with a gotun on my lap.

When I get up, I guess I mean probably standing up while stroking my painful knee, François walks out of the yurt as if to lead me.

Follow François as he leaves Yurt and passes through the square, moving to the eastern edge of the village... stop at the eastern edge of the village and follow François, who sits down for a moment, where I also stop there.

As we wait there following François without knowing what's going on, we can see Maires like the carriage coming this way and just finishing the haircut while being led by several dogs, including the youngsters earlier in the distance.

There are two men and women in the carriage podium...... look at those two faces that somehow look familiar...... the next moment I rub my eyes and then look at the two faces again, behind my nose...... a nostalgic smell drifts from inside my head and that strange feeling spreads all over my body.

Oh... those two are -.

"Isa! Eli!

Two of your tables wave loudly and give me a big smile back when I accidentally raise my voice like that.

As I wave back so loud that I can't beat those two, someone in a red hat, red dress, jumps out of the carriage carriage carrier in a hurry.

That's how I look at that face rushing over here with a smile half, a cry half... when I realize who it is.

"Oh! Eric was with you!!

Looking good and above all!!

When he shouts with, Eric collapses off his knees as soon as possible, poking his hand at the ground in such a way that he falls halfway, and drops disappointingly.

I dressed funny, suddenly collapsed... and worried that I was not feeling well, but to see how I was beating the ground with regret, I apparently just snuggled and fell.

And he surrounds Eric like that in a way that the Maires seem worried about, and starts to raise his voice as if he would comfort Mayer.

Seeing how it goes, I will now look at the content of the earlier conversation between the Dog Nation and François.

Finally, if they were the people with Mair, who miss Mair well, and are close to Mair, they wouldn't be the bad guys, and they wouldn't have had a problem bringing them to the village of Ill, or something like that.

Aisa, Eli and Eric were all very kind children of their hearts, so I would say that the decision was right.

I was glad and glad that the children I once lived with, both in the raven and in the corner, were still doing well... and I couldn't help but cry.