Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

It's been two weeks today since the day that that big thing happened.

"Please continue today, Master Georg!!

"Ah!? Leishe sloppy!! You did it yesterday!!

"Hehe, you're a quick winner." Right? Dear Georg? "

"Well, the more. I don't mind if we fight, but we usually get along, okay?

Now when I say what situation Georg is in, a werewolf girl (Liesche) with a walrus (kushi) is offered that walrus, with a full grin on her face, and the walrus girl who was watching it protests, where she is facing a warm gaze from a number of other beasts.

That day, give the beasts a home, let them eat and get some rest. I teach from letters first in school modoki while there is a day from the next day. Because the paper has not yet been successfully manufactured, it lays fine sand in a square wooden frame and has it written there (Georg uses earth magic to shape and wind magic to paint it in the air. Also, there is a large carving behind the classroom).

The paper had a tree similar to a banana, so I am trying and misusing the stem to make something like Japanese paper, and I am also trying to manufacture chalk. Lime also existed in the lake, so we were able to make several types of seashells to be powdered and mixed with water, but we are still struggling with not being able to make the paste.

Thinking about what you can leave behind for future generations is hard inside.

And he, the student, is looking at them, but apparently he can't help but enjoy learning, encouraging them to indulge every day. As it turns out, I learn letters faster than I expected, and one elf girl and others have already taught me to add up using numbers.

< Enjoy studying, huh? It was only painful for me. No, didn't you when you went into elementary school?

Oh, my God, I think about it. So much so that I had strictly admonished it because when I let it go, I would try to study it voluntarily by night using the lights (by the way, fire ignites dead leaves, etc. with sparks, using iron plates and stones, as in the Middle Ages, but they were still better at it than Georg). I still teach only one person about mathematics, but this is using arithmetic numbers. Calculations using letters are still dominant in this world, because writing, reading, and calculations themselves are cumbersome when digits become larger.

But as for Georg, who wants me to have a healthy regular life, I don't want him to just enjoy studying.

So, in an attempt to teach some exercise while also building strength, I made a ball, a simple goal post and ground braided with (twisted), etc., and taught football, which is currently in a pandemic among men. enough (needless to say, increased production) for ball attachments to occur during daytime breaks, etc. I only knew a lot of rules, but if you have time to remember small difficult rules, etc., I only tell you the simple part because I want you to remember the letters.

When the woman said, I thought I would teach her how to swim in the lake, but I didn't have a bathing suit, so I refused (I did a little sparingly), taught her how to make a flower crown and so on, and she delighted to eat these. And in it, I realized that the fine tails of the werewolves and ravens were a little poorly haired, creating a shredded ravenous tree, and at first Georg taught me how to use it from hand to hand (it's the first moff I've ever dreamed of!!), we also coached so that we could do it ourselves. Afterwards, of course, I made and handed out all the pieces for my hair, not to mention my tail.

And some werewolves and pigeons who really liked to have Georg comb their tails are now here to ask for help when they find Georg breathing in between.

"Bye, Liesche, over here"

"Yes!"

When Georg invites Liesche, Liesche sits in front of Georg and puts his fine tail on Georg's feet.

"Please!

"Mm, please"

With that said and carefully combed, Leishe gradually loses her body strength, and at the end of the day, even on the ground, begins to sleep her own arm on the pillow, which, rather than the usual, is what happens to men and women when Georg does it.

I'm not sure why, but they say they get the ultimate peace of mind, so be it.

Perhaps instinctively, it is a theory that the feeling of being protected by it beside the overwhelming strong is relieving tension and a sense of crisis (thanks to which it has been mopped every day lately and Georg's mental health is in great condition)

Georg combs his tail with a smile in an upbeat mood, and Liesche, who gives himself up in peace, looks exactly like a child protected by his parents. And for him, who has lived away from his parents and brothers, and for them, it's enough to have feelings close to longing, and those other than hairy legged beasts, yes, even elves and dwarves, are rarely asked to comb their hair these days. And Georg's personality, which I would never say no to if my hands were available, combined, had almost lost the groove between the two in the past two weeks.

I think it's the ideal family for a relationship where no one gets unhappy.

"I wish I had a tail like that..."

Yes, Ferris, some repentant tiger tribe, also has his hair combed thoroughly at night. Such is the daily routine of this city these days.