According to Daniela, the herd I defeated earlier happened to be a herd flowing this way, and there would be nothing more, so I wrapped it in a blanket again. Then a few hours later Daniela woke me up and I'm taking a night shift.

Fire turns as you look up at a different sky than Earth. Like the first night, the three moons illuminate the earth. How long has it been since I've come to this world? Maybe another month has passed. A month-long anniversary party pushed away by days like rage, you couldn't throw it.

The sun rises from the east. It's fantastic to see the morning sun slip in from among the trees in the woods in the light of the sun. Prepare breakfast while burning firewood on a slightly weakened fire. Even so, the raw meat is the usual soup because Dr. Daniela has eaten it.

Hands over a pan containing a thousand slices of dried meat. Exercise magic by imagining dubbed water coming out of your hands. When water is added until it is enough to become a bump, set it on fire. This is how I magically prepare water these days. Because I imagine soft water, I don't feel uncomfortable including it in my mouth. It is safe because it does not need to be boiled.

When I boil the guts, I spoon the ash juice that comes out and throw it around while waiting for the meat to soften. I think it's time to keep Daniela awake, put the keys down and head to the tent.

Daniela, it's morning.

"Hmm... it's morning..."

Daniela gets up scratching up her slightly bumpy hair. My chest is thrilled by the tricks with a high handsome index. I feel it.

"When I wash my face, let's make it dinner"

"Mmm..."

My husband goes back to the kitchen after deciding that he has no sleep twice because he replies scratching his head with a bolt as he drives the blanket to the edge with his leg.

I distance myself from the fire in a slight panic about the appearance of a pot such as about to boil. If there is a Tripod, it would be easier to add the leafy vegetables removed from the empty bag into the pan. A Tripod is a sarcastic piece of crap that hangs a pot over a bonfire at a camp or something. You can put it together in a tree, but it's going to burn. Though I think I can load the stone and pass the stick, the pan only has a handle, so there is no place to pass it. Next time I'm nodding to make a place to avoid burning firewood, the vegetables are getting shivering, so I'll get them out of the fire completely. Daniela just came back from washing her face, too, so it's breakfast. She still looks a little sleepy, but if she drinks rabbit characteristic soup, she'll wake up.

"Today's soup is delicious..."

"Thanks for that one. It's worth the effort."

Cooking is essential for your journey. Enforcement is a mistake with preserved or portable food. A warm meal is a human life.

I thought you were supposed to be in town tomorrow.

"Right. His name is Spiris."

"Spirit..."

I get thoughts when I hear the name of a new town. I wonder what town it is. I hope it's a town full of warm people like Philardo. There was no fucking adventurer. Wouldn't you?

I'm used to it. I'm ready to go after cleaning up. If we go through the woods that stretch out in front of us today and tomorrow, it's Spirit. Now, will there be ghosts or snakes...

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Demons aren't the only ones living in the woods. Even animals live in many places. Wolves on pigs, deer, and ravens. Small animals like chestnuts also rush up trees at the edge of their sight.

And this time, it's Senior Goblin who will take care of you in the woods over here.

"Ggah......"

Dosari and the last goblin fall as they leak the scream of the disconnected demon. Stand up with the worn sword in your hand in a vain bag.

"Why would a rabbit retrieve a Goblin weapon?

Daniela asks, shaking off the blood on the pinky sword and delivering it to the sheath.

"I don't know what kind of weapon these guys have. Sell it to a blacksmith."

"Well... is that the way you do it?"

"It's a little penny."

But I can't be stupid. This unexpectedly turns into gold. Iron can be used for anything, so it doesn't matter how much. Weapons, of course, can be used for protective equipment and household goods. Because it's bulky, people don't seem to retrieve it, but if you try it on me, it's like, "Aren't you stupid? 'It's an act I have to say. Because they don't pick up the money that's falling in front of them. In other words, just in case, I can deliver my wallet to an alternate person. karma is my motto.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This forest demon is full of goblins, and as far as I'm concerned, I don't have the experience to taste it. But pennies are very much appreciated. Now there are empty bags, too. Store the weapon in a vain bag as Daniela and I exorcise the goblins that sometimes come out.

That's how I welcomed you the 5th night. We were lucky enough to find an open vacant lot with few trees. We made it our campsite today. This was my last night, so I was a little excited to tailor the deer. It is a deer that has been wrapped and rose in the daytime. Shredding the tibia of that deer's forefoot and putting it into the soup. It's just barbarian to pile stones around the second incendiary I made with a good interest and put leg meat there to bake. By the way, Daniela hasn't seen this sight yet around. Heh heh, I can see how happy he is.

"Awesome, Asagi! Looks delicious!

An unfortunate beauty who drools while saying...... Is it my concern that my husband's power is climbing eels on this journey?

Pull back moderately watching as the juwa juwa and oil fall. Baking meat this size on a bonfire is a tough business, but rare is my motto when it's crunchy outside, so I cook it for real. Of course, I'm serious about soup. I can't take my hands off it. Remove the ash juice and simmer carefully. I also put raw meat in today's soup, so I put it through the fire to make it soft. Scratch as you scrape the rock salt in. The leg meat also cooks as it identifies the condition. When this happens, they want booze too, but this is in the woods. You can't fight if you're drunk.

Speaking of which, will there be demons coming or something that are roasting meat in the woods in abundance but caught in the smell? That's making me a little nervous. But I can't stop baking this far. I have to finish cooking in my husband's name. There was a husband there. There were no adventurers.

It smells so good.

"Oh, Daniela. Welcome back."

"I'm home, Asagi. Sounds delicious."

Daniela, who sparkled her eyes, hits the fire. Heh heh, it looks just like I expected. Husband, we're going to die of profit.

"Dr. Daniela, by the way"

"Oh, my God, Mr. Asagi."

"Cook the meat in the woods, okay? I'm really worried about the smell."

"Oh, then I'll be fine. There were no demons nearby."

I see, I mean, if I were there, I'd suck. Let's remember the liver......

Well, then Dr. Meat will be cleared by me in just enough time. Wrap the cloth around the bones of the roasted meat and serve to Daniela.

"I'll have it!

Gabe, and Daniela bites wild to make craters in the same shape as tooth shapes. The shattered expression speaks of deliciousness without words. Following that, I eat venison, too. Yeah, to this effect, it's a hundred points.

Reach for a bowl of soup and eat meat with a spoon. Hollow and crumbling... but the tender boiled meat had a different flavor than it had been cooked. Daniela also looks at me and eats soup. Dr. Daniela also has a face like passing.

This is how the last meal goes. It's a peaceful night indeed. Looking at the color of the fire, sipping a relaxed after-dinner white water and laughing back at the journey to today. Oh, my God, I thought it was usually a fun trip. Wouldn't that be a really happy thing if a journey like this were to continue? I look up at the night sky with such pale thoughts in my chest. Daniela is the first night shift today. I put the drinked-up cup on the stone and dived into the tent first.

The anomaly occurred when the three moons passed by the heavenly side, three ugly times.