Isekai Ryouridou

"Hey, you look good, my mother."

When Zashma called it that way, the old woman, who was milking Karon's milk, rounded her eyes properly and then said, "That!" He shouted out loud.

"Oh, my goodness, are you Zashma? Oh, you looked a lot different!

"What are you talking about? It's only been two years since we met before."

"I said that, you, you don't grow such a dirty mustache..."

"That's why I heard that conversation two years ago."

When Zashma smiled bitterly, the woman smiled as well.

"You're home so often! You look good, too!

He was not that tall, but well fattened, and seemingly powerful.

Hair and eyes are brown and skin is yellowbrown. It seems that there are many humans with ivory skin in the northern neighborhood, like Banaam, but in this doughbag, which even went west, the yellowbrown skin burned in the day still seemed to dominate.

"So, isn't this a lot of people? Looks like your young daughter's around, too, but no way, even your daughter-in-law brought her here?

"These people are my employers. I came from Genos for business, and before that, I wanted to take a tour of Caron's ranch, so I took you this far."

"Hmm? That was a peculiar one. If you want caron meat, we'll prepare as much as we want, won't we?

That said, your grandfather smiled at us more flamboyantly.

This is the stables of Caron.

We left Totos and his luggage on the property of the house, and Zashma showed us this far.

It is a large building with high ceilings, the entrance is wide open, but there is a slight smell of able around it. The stables, separated by wooden fences, were cancerous, and no other figure of Karon was found.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Asta from Fa's house, the head of this group I am. We are opening a culinary stall in the Inn Town of Genos"

"Thank you very much. I'm Zashma's mother and I'm Mizza. My husband Marotta takes care of Karon on the table."

Saying, Zashma's mother, Miza, began to look around us with a curious look.

"Nevertheless, you're the ones who have a style that doesn't really look like a merchant. You mean the hunter with the fur coat?

"Oh, you guys are giva hunters, and you two are gauje hunters."

"Gibba and Gauje! I hear you can't eat that similarly or baked!

That's how I said it, and then Mizza said, "Huh?" and tilted his fleshy neck.

"But I hear that the hunter of Giva only exists about the people by the woods who lived in Genos, and you guys just..."

"It's a forest folk. You're a rare guest, aren't you?

To Zashma's words, Miza said again, "That!," he shouted.

"That's... hey, folks by the woods... if you ask me, you don't have black skin like the Sims..."

"Isn't the Sims as unfamiliar as the people by the woods? Those guys have darker skin, huh?

"Hmm... this one's stuck... so are you folks from the woods too?

"Yes, my name is Raina-Lou from the Lou family. This is my youngest sister, Rimi-Lou, and this is Sheila-Lou from the branch, and Tour-Din from the Din family."

Raina-Lou carefully uncles with a serene look as usual.

To that appearance, Miza broke her face again.

"The women by the woods are very clever! Is it possible that such a stranger could come to Zashma's wife? I'm sorry I was rude earlier."

"Which one of you won't mind if you don't drop me? Damn......"

Blurring, Zashma's eyes are laughing too.

As I had heard beforehand, it looks like I have a really good relationship with my mother.

And it was also an unthinkable welcome in Genos.

After all, if he leaves Genos, he will have no reason to fear the people by the woods. Except for the one point where faith in the four great gods is missing, since neither the hunter of Gibba nor the hunter of Gaujeh is supposed to be the same, well that's a natural story, too.

However, hunters are equipped with something called hunter power. Mizza, which is completely alert to the women's Raina-Lou, was also showing a lot of surprise against Ai-Fa and Dan-Rutim and Zida.

"Um, this is a souvenir. Take it as a thank you for visiting the ranch."

That said, I gave him the big package I brought with me.

The contents are the smoked and intestinal meat of Giva.

"Oh well," Miza smiles with her eyes narrowed.

"Thank you for your concern. Shall I treat you to a lunch meal in return? I guess Jomtien's over by now, huh?

"Oh, will you look around the ranch after you've finished your tummy? I don't know if Genos can satisfy a reputable cook."

That's how we turned back to the house we were just passing by.

Instead of a large main mansion, however, they are led to the Marutai hut, which was built beside it.

"Hmm? What the hell are those people?

Now that I had set foot in it, I was to be raised from all sides with my astonishing gaze and voice.

There were only fifteen young and old men hissing together.

Those people, Miza smiles around.

"This is a ranch guest. They came all the way from Genos to visit our ranch, didn't they?

"Hey, hey from Genos.... Is that it? You're Zashma!

and one man made a further shout.

Towards you, Zashma laughs "Yo".

"What, that's a lot of hiccups! You finally made up your mind to leave?

"Come on. Which side can you lower now to chase a caron?

"You're welcome to follow Caron! If you look at me like I'm our son, I'll beat you out!

Apparently the man wasn't his father, he was a relative or something.

People around us are watching us deliberately with a hot plate of wood in their hands. There's no sign of repelling us, but I guess it's rare for the forest folks and Masala hunters with unfamiliar winds.

"Is there any juice left? Yeah, that's enough for you. Well, then, I'm sorry, but can we get the meat ready for the guests?

"Aye," some of the women pull into their backs.

Apparently, it was a dining room and a resting place for the humans working on the ranch.

The ground of dirt is peeled off at the foot, and two large calves are placed in the corners of the room. There was an iron pan set up there, what a fragrant scent.

Eventually the women come back with thinly chopped meat on the wooden planks.

It's a bright, lean pile of chopped meat.

Naturally, it must be caron meat.

I'm sorry. Along with which aria, they almost got smashed in the pot.

"Please just wait until the meat boils.... Speaking of which, where did our husband go?

"If it was your father, he would have eaten and left. I hear you're not worried about Caron, who broke his leg."

"Yeah. Well, it's not until you get out to the ranch to say hello. I don't even want to see you face to face."

"What do you say? You don't want to be face-to-face."

Bitterly, Zashma says back.

After all, it seems that being concerned has a great impact on people. Zashma, who wrapped a travel cape around it and lowered her knife, now also seemed to blend into her surroundings as a member of the ranch rather than a reliable Guardian.

"You're a lot different. If you like, why don't you come to my wife's house?

and the first man who was speaking to Zashma smiles and calls on Raina-Lou.

"No," Reina-Lou said, returning a courteous smile.

"I am not allowed to marry a man outside. Thank you for that sentiment."

"I'm sorry to hear that! Are you Sim's princess or something?

"No, I am a forest dweller."

"Forestside people? Ha! Didn't the folks by the woods have horns and fangs growing like Gibba? I've never seen that gibbon before."

Not only Raina-Lou, but also the other women and Dan-Lutim, were blamed for this question.

Zashma explained to me bitterly when I thought they were a lot of friendly people.

"I'm sorry there are so many people out there who haven't been polite. The ranchers don't go down to town very often, so there's a lot of people out there who don't know. Until I left the house, I'd only heard the names of people by the woods."

"Really? No, I think it would be more pleasant for us."

So "Hey" is called from behind.

"I'm guessing you're the one who called Tour-Din on this occasion? I've been giving him some serious thoughts in the van to get there, so be careful."

It is ai-fa.

And instead, Tour-Din of the day is shrugging his neck with most of them.

"Oh, I'm sorry.... but Tour-Din would have broken it a lot with the Lew family too, wouldn't he? And Limi-Lu was with him."

"Even if the Rimi-Lou and the others break their hearts, reluctance will arise on Thur-din's side. The Lew family is the chieftaincy."

"I get it. I'm sorry, Tour-din?

"Yes, no! You don't have to do that to me or anything like that."

With that said, Tour-Din came into my place with a relieved face.

Ai-Fa turns that way to "Hum".

But it is I Fa's who are a lot more concerned about perceiving that Tool-din has fallen out of the circle on this occasion as soon as possible and deliberately bringing him to me.

(No... that's what I'm originally called an i-fa)

I looked up to the rest of the members as I felt a little hot twitch in the back of my chest again.

Barsha and Zida are watching people's trends in a slightly remote position, and Dim-Rutim is glaring at Dan-Rutim in an outfit that protects him from laughing heavily.

Michelle, who had always been quiet, was exchanging words with one of the men on the ranch, and Mim was - in front of the women, bickering.

(Sounds kind of fun to everyone.... and after all, it's nice to see the forest folks talking to the rest of us normally)

Thinking about that, he said, "The meat's boiled!" and one of the women has raised her voice.

"Caron's meat hardens when it's cooked too much. Just in time to eat it."

One caron of soup after another is poured into the wood dish prepared with the meat.

That's how I was supposed to peek into the contents of the wooden dish that had been turned in my hand with great curiosity.

It is a translucent soup with a whitening effect.

The meat boiled in brown is sinking exactly, where the slices of aria overlap.

The scent was great anyway.

It smells like meat and Myrmu.

With twelve minutes of anticipation in my chest, I take up the wooden spoon.

"What do you say? I'm sorry for the bad food, but I kept plenty of meat for that."

"No, it's very tasty"

I could answer that from the bottom of my heart.

It is extraordinarily delicious compared to the juicy dishes you mouth in the Inn Town of Genos. Anyway, the caron stock is clear, and the smell of Myrmu makes it all the more remarkable. In the cuisine I know, it tasted similar to tail soup simmering the tail of a cow.

The better boiled meat is also a soft and exquisite bite. Lean is predominantly refreshing, and meat tastes bright. After all, caron meat tastes close to beef.

"No, it's really delicious. What part of this meat is this?

"You can't say what meat is in one bite. It's a pile of scum that leaves when you take the meat off your bones."

"Really? But I think it definitely tastes better than the carons we eat in Genos"

"Otherwise, you can't look big in Caron's town. It's only natural that fresh meat tastes better than salted meat."

Miza grinned and rinsed her own wood dish soup.

Tool-din also sneaks up on me, "This is delicious".

There, Mim ran for it.

"Asta, they only use salt and myrmu for this dish! And yet, it's amazingly delicious!

"Yeah, this isn't good. Doesn't it take a lot of time to get a solid stock so far?

"Oh, we're burning fire from morning to evening to boil caron fat. Then we're having a meal the next day. This juice just simmered the bones of the caron."

"You use Leelo leaves for the smell, don't you? Are vegetables only available in Aria?

To Mim's inquiry, Miza nods softly, "Right."

"Vegetables are more luxurious here, so I only use Aria for lunch. Unless you're really sorry about the bad meal."

"No! I think it's really great to be able to cook so much delicious food even though I only use caron meat and bones, Leelo leaves and aria, plus salt and myrmu ingredients!

Misa can gladly flaunt her mouth on Mim's smile, which is just glowing.

"You're frightened when you're so praised. I guess we're staying at the inn at night, huh? You should be able to eat better caron dishes over there, right?

"Really? But I love this dish!

I felt the same way about Mim.

Even though the variety of ingredients is scarce, the fruits of this dish are evident in the plentiful amount of time spent. It was felt to be a food culture in stark contrast to the current Genos, which entertained it while it was full of ingredients.

(Somehow, the food culture in Genos is under the impression that there are no feet on the ground. Well, the only stage I know of is the Accommodation Town and Castle Town cuisine. Then I can't say no that clearly)

The next time I visited Dareim, I snuck up on the idea that they would definitely feed me the food on the land.

At that time, from the entrance to the building, he said, "Isn't that Zashma!" A loud voice rose.

Looking back, only a little younger and more physically fit than Zashma was about to come into the building.

"Hey, Alma, you look good. Best of all."

"That way! Don't get more piercings every time I see you, you."

The man, called Alma, smiles and slaps Zashma on the shoulder.

So far, Zashma is a welcome appearance from everyone.

"Asta, let me introduce you to this one. This is my sister's son-in-law, Alma."

Zashma called me in, so I took Tul-din and approached you.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Asta and I'm from Fa's house, and I'm going to give you a tour of this ranch with Zashma's introduction"

"This Asta is a cook who sells food in the Inn Town of Genos. It's Giva meat that we're dealing with, so if you guys try it, it might be the merchant enemy, but let's get along."

To Zashma's words, Alma opened her eyes wide.

"Giva meat means you're a forest folk, too, for a second? You seem like a fine hunter."

Looking back at me wondering who I was talking about, I accidentally shouted "wow" because Ai-Fa was standing right next to me.

"Yes, how long have you been there? I'm surprised."

"... don't say what you did. My job is to escort you, right?

and he whispers with his mouth to his ear.

Ey-fa's breath caught my ear, and I wandered away inside.

I just want to keep my normal mind, but it's just a little bit of a whisper to tell a secret story like this.

"Right. Are you folks from the woods? I've heard rumors around town. Genos has a reputation for delicious Giva cuisine."

As I said, Alma laughed at me without giving in.

It is a tough look there, but its expression is truly tender and gentle.

"Sure, they've dropped foot meat sales because of you guys, but it's not that big of a problem. It's a big problem for the nobles of Genos to buy meat from their carcasses."

"To the nobility of Genos? Was there a problem, too?

Strangely Zashma asks, Alma shrugs her shoulders "well".

"In Genos, there's been some big rubbing lately, isn't there? In the meantime, we were supposed to eat for it. Most of our ranch carons are sold to Genos through the Chamber of Commerce."

"It's true there was a big rub, but what are you talking about eating for it? What does that have to do with Count Turan losing his leg?

"I don't know that much about you. Noblemen are the only people who always eat for their sake, and the only people who feel delicious."

What a disturbing wind direction.

If Cycleus' leg loss has had a negative impact on the people of Doug, it makes me wonder if we have one of those causes.

Zashma rubbed his beard deep in his thoughts.

"So if they're from the Chamber of Commerce, are you going through the details? These people are going to do business with the great dubbers, so I'm going to have them with the Chamber of Commerce tomorrow."

"Oh, the nobles are dealing with the people who are partitioning the Chamber of Commerce, so of course they will be in a lot of trouble. But, well, nobles don't change their minds about what we've been up to."

"Not necessarily. Look forward to seeing what stories pop up."

Saying so, Zashma laughed invincibly.

In his eyes, he felt a little bit of a brave light as the Guardian.