Kuro no Senki (LN)

Long winter if as usual...... I sowed the winter wheat seeds in November and if I made preserved food I would have been free until March of the following year, but this winter felt slightly shorter.

Because relatively young villagers were out earning money by repairing castles and building new barracks in the city of Hashel, so there were more jobs for the remaining villagers.

There was some dissatisfaction, but for the first time in a long time it was not a bad experience to be relied upon in terms of strength.

The villagers who were on the run were bringing home a small amount of money, and some brought home more souvenirs than they could hold with both hands.

What a smile the sight of a young man on the run proudly giving his lover clothes and hair decorations is.

Last year, the bandit occupied the abandoned fort and chilled his liver wondering if he would be killed when the crusader of the new lord arrived... but the bandit also seemed to be working seriously replacing his mind.

Well, and the village chief rose from his chair.

I can't just sit back and relax.

Much needs to be done.

We must plow the fields, and we must sow clover seeds on fallow land.

In March of the Empire Calendar four hundred and thirty-one, the countryside of the Marquis of Elakis was peaceful.

It was near the coma forest that Silva chose as the port's construction site.

The coast is about two metres below the flat, covered with rounded pebbles.

A little off the coast, they suddenly deepen the water depth.

By the way, the procedure to build the harbor, as Silva told us in her front carriage, is to bury the coast after striking a pile of wood along the coastline that depicts a right angle to drain the sea water and create a foundation in concrete.

We have decided where to build the harbor, and the workforce has gathered... but first we have to build a house over the harbor.

That's why the rhythmic sound of a tokaton and nailing was echoing across the coast.

Most importantly, Minotaur is a family home, and Lizardman is a big difference from Silva's work team.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, roaring... its source is Silva.

He's prototyping a salt field while Chrono travels back and forth between Baron Bowties and Marquis Elakis and joins his crew in a challenge to make salt.

"What do you say?"

"I don't think I'm doing it the wrong way, but don't feel very efficient"

That said, Silva stared at the prototype salt field.

The prototype salt field lays fine sand on a concrete frame of twenty meters square.

It's winter.

"So it's extremely dependent on production. It's not good for mass production, is it? I want to be able to produce salt in large quantities regardless of the season. As it is now, it will cover inefficiencies by the number of salt fields."

"I wonder if you'd like me to spare you the loss of the woods"

If we are going to cut through forests for harbouring and pioneering, we still feel that crushing forests just to make salt will have a negative impact on future generations.

"Maybe we should think of a new way."

"Right."

I should have studied a little more, Krono looked to heaven.

For having to cook for two hundred and fifty people at a time, or for lunch it was a stowed pot-like soup with vegetables and fish properly cut and simmered.

Chrono lowered his back to the right rock and struck his tongue drum at the rustic taste.

Is it because Japanese people would like soy sauce or miso?

"Master Chrono, what's the taste? '(pupa?

It's delicious.

When Chrono answered with a smile, Aria bowed shyly with a magic item for translation on her ear.

Alia, the deputy's sister, is surprisingly preconceived, but she likes family things.

We'll have to keep cooking out for Lizardman even after the house is finished, so we'll be asking the Minotaur women to cook out for a while.

'... my brother told me I was going to build a port, for what?' (pupa?

"The goal is to enrich your territory. If we can harbor, we can gather people and things, and then we can have a place to work for the powerful Minotaurs and Lizardmans."

Chrono sipped the salty soup.

"Of course, tax revenues go up. When tax revenues go up, I want to run a bang utility, and I want to build a school that's bigger."

'Is that... human?' (pupa?

"No."

Asked by the dreaded aria, Chrono shook his head.

"It's a place where humans and subhumans can study together. There are only a few people who can spend their time studying in the middle of the day, so night schooling, rural people have the flexibility to patrol teachers in winters without farm work, Sunday schools,"

"... I want to dream, it is" (pupa)

"Not now."

Krono drank the remaining soup and handed Aria the empty wooden vessel.

Silva circled around the prototype salt field whining about efficiency, efficiency and.

Occasionally, as I recall, I head to the paper and do something that looks like a design, but no! More efficiency! and they scream and roll around the ground.

I didn't have to ask for efficiency enough to scratch my hair, Chrono thought, but I couldn't tell you because I was afraid of Silva's expression.

"... you don't have to think of anything that much"

"We agree, but don't think it'll be like that if we actually get in Silva's shoes ~"

When I dropped my gaze, a Dwarf girl was sitting on the ground.

As the Dwarf man is, he's short, but the width is so thin that he can't compare.

You had firewood on your chest, short red copper hair like a boy, and your skin, almost all over your body, is painted on coal.

I don't think he's younger than twenty, but Dwarf's appearance doesn't count as much as Elf's.

"Because we've never had a chance in our lives to have our own workshop. There's a limit to coming out of spearwork, and in that regard, Captain Goldie did a great job."

"If you have something you want to make, I'll make a budget, though?

The Dwarf girl looked up at Chrono and laughed niggly.

"Uh-huh, hey, no? I want you to be a patron one day when I set up a workshop. So I want you to remember my face and my name."

"Oh, I see"

Chrono finally realized that the Dwarf girl was not good intentions and was working with Silva to get a chance to talk to Chrono and have her face and name remembered. Maybe the rest of them are similar.

My name is Paula. Nice to meet you.

"Say hello."

As he raised his gaze, Silva stopped moving and kept his eyes wide open.

"Here it is!

When Chrono turned around, Minotaur and Lizardman were straw-bound.

It was the following evening that Chrono returned.

You have to take care of it, Tilia waited in her room for Chrono to finish the job.

I've gone a long way, but I was reborn, and Tilia went for Chrono's room.

Gently.

I can't believe I'm trying.

I work gently on Chrono...... I'll be tired so I'm going to go to bed.

As it were, well, I might respond if I were asked, but I have to suppress it there.

Tilia knocked on the door and waited for Chrono to come out.

Tilia gently opened the door as Chrono never came out.

"... Huh!

When I opened the door, Chrono was asleep.

That's with Leila's knee pillow, too.

When Tilia was quietly in the room, Leila looked up as she immediately noticed.

"Dear Tilia, what can I do for you?

"You'll see."

Layla and Tilia conversed in a whisper to keep Chrono awake.

"I'm sorry, Master Chrono is tired"

"... I know that."

Isn't it my job to put a knee pillow on Chrono? and Tilia stared at Leila smiling.

No, caring, Tilia decided to give the role to Leila, saying she had just decided to work gently.

"Dear Tilia... I'm afraid we'd appreciate your help in adjusting your schedule when you serve the night games of Master Chrono"

"Su, scheduling?

"I don't know about Master Chrono, but we are discussing and deciding who, at what time, will serve as Master Chrono's night games in order to avoid unnecessary strife between our mistresses. Of course, Master Chrono is often absent, so we make readjustments."

I was only taken aback for a moment, but Tilia was strangely convinced.

"... the day Lord Tilia was restrained in shackles and blindfolded was supposed to be the day I would perform night games"

"How do you know you've been blindfolded?

"Come on, why?

Leila smiled so small that she couldn't tell without staring.

Guru, Tilia roared.

I have something to say, but if they tell me what they did to me face to face or mouth, I'm confident I'll be stuffy.

"Okay. Next time, I'll be in for a consultation, remember."

"Yes, thank you"

Tilia quietly walked out of Chrono's room and clenched her fist firmly.

"... a discussion"

I guess it's better to adjust profits than to slaughter over Chrono's petition, but how are we gonna discuss this? and Tilia tilted her neck.