I’ll Live My Second Life!

Phil was turning the crock with a serious look as he looked at the clay placed in front of him.

When I get my hands on the clay while turning the pomegranate with my legs, the clay gradually trims into a snail of lumps. When I was working seriously for a while, I felt so nervous that I had a force in Feel's hand on the pretend.

The clay shaft bends.

(Ah...)

Unexpectedly Phil screams in his heart.

"Ko, did this fail......?

A little bewildered, the minister of the Kingdom of Calando said, among those surrounding Feel, a grandfather with a majestic white beard.

"No, this isn't a failure."

"Say......!?

When Grandpa saw Feel's distorted clay, he began to speak with a serious look.

"This way of turning. this form. This must have mimicked the shape of the hand of the statue of God passed down to the Placee religion! I had no idea you would include such a bold design in a teacup. A wonderful idea that is novel and innovative that I can't even think of, having made ceramics for 50 years. That's you, Phil!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I see!"

"I'm sure even when you made the teacup, you made it thinking about this world!

"What a great piece!

In the words of Perpaoze, the master of white porcelain, a famous product of the Kingdom of Calando, the ministers of this country and the princes who had come all the way from yet another country, who were surrounding Feel, plus their accompanying samurai and ladies, give praise.

In the meantime, Phil thought.

(I just failed...)

I can't even tell you. If I told you, I'd be ashamed of Perpaoze, called the master.

I followed Perpaoze's instructions and put the part on a teacup that had quietly and strangely shaped.

"Ooh, what a great design! Quickly, we would like to adopt this form for our country's products as well!

"Yeah, let's definitely do that!

Perpaoze and the minister nod with their glittering faces as they put Feel's failures overhead. Phil looked at the figure while trying not to be enlightened by the troubled face.

That's when Phil realizes that one young man is crouching.

Hold your stomach, your body is cramped on the spot.

(Do you feel bad......!?

Phil panicked and tried to rush over to the young man.

But I can hear "puffy" from the young man's mouth as Phil tries to get up.

That's when Phil realized. The young man said he wasn't cramped, he was shaking his shoulder.

(Could he be laughing!?

The voices that were leaking became louder and louder, and eventually they could be heard around the area.

"Pu...... dull...... hahahahahahahahaha!

The young man held his stomach and laughed out loud. Like I saw something very strange. Looks fun to my eyes for even tears.

I'm just laughing at this place by myself.

Naturally, the gaze on the spot gathers at once.

"What are you laughing at all of a sudden? You!

A neighboring prince who was following Feel utters a voice to the youth to blame.

Then the young man, who was laughing, stood up in a much prettier motion and thanked him, smiled and greeted the prince.

"Excuse me for this, Prince Sanga. I am Tomash, Prince of Forlant. I'll see you first."

The movement is urban and somewhat sophisticated. He's right, the royal style drifts somewhat.

Yet young people dress like aprons in their work clothes. Whatever it was, it wasn't dressed as a prince.

That's what Phil remembered that he was wearing an apron now, too.

"Forrant......?

"Speaking of Forrant, isn't it a small country next to Dayman"

"Why is that Prince of Forrant here! You wouldn't even be called!

(I didn't call you either...)

Feel shrugged in his heart to Prince Sanga, who replied badly to Prince Tomash.

Speaking of the Kingdom of Forlant, it was an even smaller country than Dayman, next to Dayman. Neither industry nor industry in particular is famous, nor is history as good as Dayman's. It was a country that received less importance from other countries.

Even Dayman, who in diplomacy just wants to connect with famous countries, doesn't have much interaction.

Just speaking of territory, Dayman, the land of Feel, is also a small country of fifty hundred steps, which the Sanga princes have shelved.

Tomash, named Prince of Forrant, was a seemingly gentle young man with thin lines, with green eyes in his silver hair. I think his appearance is very neat, but from his floating slightly blurred look, there weren't many women to see.

"I have been apprenticed by Perpaoze to learn ceramics. I am also present here today as your disciple of Perpaoze. I apologize for any disrespect or anything. Prince Sanga."

"Oh, the prince has been apprenticed by a potter...?

Phil was convinced that was why he looked like an apron.

Prince Sanga, who had a stubborn attitude, also has a bigger smile on Prince Tomash and a confused look on his unsure profile.

"I'm sorry, Prince Sanga. Tomash is a stranger, and sometimes he acts without clapping.

Now, Phil, if you'll excuse me, we're going to go and get ready to burn your amazing work. Let's go, Tomash. "

"Yes, Doctor"

That said, Perpaoze and Tomash left the confused people on this occasion and walked out the door.