It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

We arrived at our first night's accommodation, so everyone gets off the carriage.

Even when I say pinch the break, the basics remain seated. My body is baffled already. This is too tight for a 35-year-old metabolite.

After that, I don't get a wagon sickness, but I don't have a cushion, so my buttocks are going to be that way. Are you sure? I don't want to be asked. Though I'm going to be a landlord.

As I unwrap my body while doing radio gymnastics in it, I see it with strange eyes from around me.

"I'm unwrapping my body because I left it sitting"

If you speak that way, your gaze will scatter. But at some point, my gaze can be turned. I don't care anymore. That's what I decided.

The food is prepared by the passengers. Ask the three of them to collect ingredients and firewood from the surrounding area. I was on my turn to pack, but after everyone around me ate the preserved food in the first place, I was packed in a blanket and ready to go to bed.

I couldn't afford to observe it, but I was convinced that it was something like this.

There are only lodgings, and when the river is a little, there are. Liz seems to have secured a few birds and is on her way.

Lots of firewood, too. Fir gets the weeds. I thought I'd turn it into a bird pot because there was something highly aromatic, such as a china.

"Does Mr. Fia also eat nilla or something?

"You're eating because your mother said you could. It's not very good, is it?

Hmm. Farmer's wisdom? You said Liz had never eaten.

As I was setting up the pot hanging environment, the lot brought me firewood. Reassemble firewood and twigs and bring together around dead leaves.

Light the fire crate with firestone, gently spray your breath and make the spark louder. Transfer the fire onto the discarded paper as it was and light the dead leaves.

Later, slowly air, encourage the twig to move the fire, making sure the fire moves to the firewood.

Hang the pan, water of considerable temperature out by water magic, and pour into the pan.

In the spare state, it was time to exceed 70 degrees for water for the pan. Genuine efforts are bearing fruit.

Gradually, the fire grows and dyes the bottom of the pan red to go.

By that time, Liz is pounding the bird on me, so I'll pound it with a knife on a wooden plate, with Nila, and mince it.

Crush the preserved food, combine with the mince, and pour it into a boiling pan as it is rounded with a spoon. The gut is also moderately carved in.

While waiting, wash the wood dish with about 80 degrees of hot water, rub it with tawashi, and wash it again with hot water.

By the time the aroma comes from the pan, add the chopped weed and stir loosely.

Look at the taste of the soup and finish with salt.

Let each serve a cup and divide the soup. The amount of birds was high, so some of me turn tomorrow morning.

Soak the preserved food in the soup and sip it to bite off the warmth one by one.

"Ah. Absolutely, the leader is not good enough!! I wonder why you make something better outdoors than the store!?

Fia screams irrationally.

"Sure, we'll open the store, this flavor is"

Lot agrees too.

Liz looks happy, quietly proceeding with her meal and pouring herself a replacement.

"Ah Liz, sloppy!!

Fia hurries up the pace, too. Well, there's enough for about two drinks at a time.

When I realize, the gaze around me, I'm worried. Well, can't we just let it smell like this?

Stand up, proceed to those where the passengers are gathered and convey their apologies for the noisy inconvenience.

I didn't feel particularly negative or malicious, it just seemed interested.

Well, you don't have a party to cook elaborate dishes outdoors inside.

I often bicker and leave the group. Well, I've never moved over to keep anything from happening.

Back, the pan was clean and refreshing. Fia is looking satisfied.

"Huh. Super satisfied. You can eat warm food when it's cold, you're happy, aren't you?

Is this the guy who did this... Even though I've only had one drink yet.

Flush all dishes and pans with hot water, rub with tawashi, and wash with a little uncut thought.

Turn off the water and wipe away with a clean cut. Give each one a cup and a spoon for himself and go.

As for the cup, it's made of wood for fear of cracking.

Each one of them buys what he likes, Liz is a designed bird, Fir is a designed boar, Lot and I are rugged, but in different shapes, so I can tell right away.

As for the spoon, I can't tell, so I give up. You can mark it, but you can't help but care that much.

When I found out that the passengers' faces didn't stop the fire, I approached the surrounding area.

I intend to respond as a camp for training. I don't think it's dangerous, but, well, training is better when you can.

As he was bickering around, there was a musician inside, he took out a lute-looking instrument and sang it out.

At first he was listening to quiet songs honoring the kindness of God, bright songs celebrating the fall harvest, intense songs that made him feel the horror of demons in a town, without even asking.

It is not clear that there is a profession of bard, but because of the lack of means to disseminate information, the musicians who say this spread the news funny and strange.

The musician thanked me greatly for the last time.

A brave melody streamed, and a heroic song began to help a village exposed to great calamity.

At first I didn't feel anything in particular and listened.

Feeling the crisis in the village, he wipes out the goblins in the woods with two maidens whose heroes are beautiful.

Still countless goblins gush out of every place.

After the assembly, the chief emerges and attacks to destroy the village.

In the battle of the last plain, the other leader defeats the maidens, and at Ayama the hero enters to help.

The song ended where he buried the chief on one horseback as it was and got praise from the country.

The passengers were praising each other with applause.

Me? That was before!! and stuck around all the time in my heart. Too much talk. All lies.

Wow, is this what you call a perimeter rating? I was too ashamed of the boulder to be suspicious of my behavior on the way.

When I looked at Liz, he was looking at me with a hot gaze. Fia was left alone defeated and had an unconvincing face. Lot was nodding yeah yeah.

Though I thought in Japan that the media's distorted reporting was also scary, this beautified heroism is too harsh. What if something goes wrong?

I just tried to sleep in a blanket because I was on the middle of the day, but I was too shy to sleep. I managed to fall asleep, bored with the mess.

I'll just say that I felt the worst the next morning at least.