Isekai de Kojiin wo Hiraitakedo, Nazeka Darehitori Sudatou to Shinai Ken (WN)

46. Make soda and get along! First part

When I successfully completed my mirror prototype, I returned to the orphanage with Clarissa, the Dwarf girl.

She also broke up with her parents again, being on the body of an orphan, and running a tool shop, so she couldn't seem to make friends.

So, the girls in the orphanage... they were hoping to get along with Lucia and Erin, and Shh and Lara, and they brought them back quickly.

However, the girls sitting around the table somehow made them feel quite nervous there.

"Um, what's wrong with you guys? Could I have done something?

So he tilted his neck and asked.

But Lucia gave me a troubled look in my words.

"Yes, no. What do you just say... Exactly what I'm saying about your husband, is that he can no longer reach you... Do you call it a bit of a delicate issue that you don't know if it's between girls..."

and so on.

Um, what do you mean?

I have a question mark on my head.

But when the other girls opened their mouths,

"I will never give up number two!

"Even I'm number three, because there's something about the majesty of the Spirit God."

"I also have a second seat for someone named Sylvie, the 5th Jiji!!

and so on.

Hmm, I knew I had no idea.

But, well, apparently, the order matters, so I'm sure he's even in some kind of competition.

And what the hell are we competing for?

And with that in mind, Lucia opened her mouth again.

"Um, Clarissa... I just have a question for you, that we're all friends, as for Clarissa... how's it going?

He asked with a worried look.

I'm relieved (mostly) and breathe.

What, apparently it was a discussion for us all to get along.

And it's totally different from the conversation when guys become friends with each other.

Why, folks, because sometimes the eyes become sharp like wolves after the prey.

And, after Lucia's question, Clarissa said.

"I belong to the master. I vowed to give everything to the master.... so I'm not going to bother everyone. That must not be where Masatug wants it. Besides... I'd be scared if they dumped me too... I'm sure I can't live. So he belongs to everyone. Absolutely no proprietary. That leads to happiness for all of us"

And so she saw this one as a chill, and for some reason she bowed her face bright red.

Hmm... what does it mean to be thrown away, or banned from proprietary use?

Whole thing, who's gonna throw away or proprietary about what?

I lean (hide) my neck without knowing, and try to patrol my own thoughts.

But...

"Exactly! Clarissa! I'm just unhappy that only one person is chosen!!

"Yeah, let's keep up the good work! We're all gonna be happy!

"Anyone with a vessel as big as Mr. Masatug would be fine ~"

"Um, we're all going to accompany you."

and the other girls spoke out of agreement.

And somehow the strange tension that lay between the girls disappeared, and instead some invisible bond (stifling)... something like a sense of union was born.

Uhm, totally understanding...

What the hell was born between them by the conversation we have now?

I don't know how much I think, I give up and ask the girls.

But from them,

"To your husband, it's a secret now"

"Right. Wait till we're just a little older!

"Yeah, yeah, let's all be happy ~"

"No, we'll make Lord Masatug happy, too!

And it was still not sure that the reply would come back.

I'm in trouble, and I look at Clarissa.

But even from her,

"I'm going to dedicate everything, but I'm still lacking a lot. Looking forward to it."

And, for some reason, he said in a pale tone, looking down at his body.

Hmm, conversation between girls is hard to understand...

While I gave up understanding, I didn't know what the reason was, but I was glad the girls let me through anyway.

"Well, I'm glad we're going to get along. Oh, yeah, let's celebrate because of what. Guys, you know what a drink is called soda?

When I say that, the girls twist their necks uniformly.

Hmm, apparently, he doesn't.

Looks like carbonated drinks are not yet popular in this world.

"It's a very tasty drink (juice) and it's easy to do. Let's make it just fine."

When I say that, every girl but Clarissa,

"Oh, delicious juice!? Jiuru... eh"

"Lucia, Yodale! But I know how you feel! Master Masatug, this is a handmade juice!! I bet your cheeks are delicious enough to fall off!!!

"Eh heh, everything Mr. Masatug makes is delicious ~. - And I look forward to it ~"

"I don't know if a first-rate chef is bright blue. Oh, I hope you let me drink that soda and those!!

and so on, and it was shaggy.

"Whoa, easy. It's no big deal about my arm."

That's what I say and I shake my head to the side.

But on the other hand, from the girls,

"Um, I'd like your husband to be a little more aware of your skill..."

"At least we didn't have a chef in Elf Country who cooks better food than Master Masatug, did we?

"Yes, I've lived for tens of thousands of years too, but I don't think Mr. Masatug will ever show up again."

"At the dawn of the rebuilding of the demonic kingdom, you must teach the chefs of our country to cook from Lord Masatug!!

And so on and so forth, I got the objection.

Oh, boy. As far as I'm concerned, if only the girls would be happy, that would satisfy them.

So it doesn't matter if my skill is professional or not, and I'm not interested.

That's why I...

"Well, more than that, let's just start making cider, shall we?

And he tried to change the subject lightly.

... but from Clarissa, who was watching such interaction,

"Is Masatug so good at cooking?

It was the voice of the question that rose.

I try to deny it... but the Lucians open their mouths faster than that.

"That's right, Clarissa! If you eat your husband's dishes, you will never be able to return to a normal meal for that extra deliciousness!!

"... you're afraid this isn't an exaggeration. Even court cuisine can be unsatisfactory."

"I'm just happy to be with you - I can't believe you're feeding me some of the best food in the world - but I'm really going to run out of Spirit God Pledge. I'm glad I've lived for over 100,000 years ~"

"Lord Masatug is truly versatile, but of all things, especially Cock's talent is not picky."

and so on, and they affirmed it.

"It is."

And Clarissa looks at me with respect.

Ha, and I'll sigh.

It really doesn't matter about me. Let's just go ahead and cook.

"Come on, I'm going to say the ingredients, will you grab some?

That said, it was now time I forcefully switched the subject to cider making.

Exactly, they'll be in a listening position if they say so from me.

"Well, first of all, it's the first... material I've also used for soaps and hot cakes I've made recently. You know what this is about?

Because of this, I put it in quiz format and tip the girls.

Then,

"Yes! Yes!

Like,

"You got it!

and so on were cheerful voices.

Hmm, you all seem to remember it right. Inspirational.

"Okay, then... Lara! Say the answer."

When I say that, she...

"Yes, it is! The answer is not the sergeant!!

And he answered:

"Oh, you're right. You remember me so well, you're great, huh?

That's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna stroke your head.

Then, somehow, Lara turned her cheeks bright red,

"Ma, Lord Masatug..."

So he groaned, and made his eyes, which were usually slightly obnoxious, a tron.

Whoa, apparently I treated him too much as a child in front of everyone.

I seem to have embarrassed you a lot.

I try to get out of my way as soon as I reflect.

... but Lara grabs that hand trying to let it go with tremendous force.

And

"I can't let you go..."

When I said it with such a sad face, it was to guide my hand over my head again.

Um, you were supposed to be shy, what do you mean?

As I tilted my neck, I continued to stroke the head of the girl who dyed her cheeks again.

Now, after several offers of extensions, when I finally had them released, I decided to ask the girls about the second material again.

But the girls don't look the same.

"I'm the next one to hit the material!

"Yeah, Lucia. You can't just lose this time!

"Shea will also challenge you as a pillar of God ~"

"I also show Dwarf pride"

And, for some reason, he was in a strange mood.

Hmm, what's suddenly going on?

I just twisted my neck.