Magi Craft Meister

"It's a local dish in the region. Simmer the stir-fried vegetables in tometul juice."

The flavoring is different in each house, and Vivian briefly explains the dishes,

"I hope it fits your mouth"

With that said, we divided each person's share into small bowls and handed them out. Really handy.

After handing out the soup to everyone and seeing the bread go too, Vivian introduces herself again.

"Well, I'll change it. I'm Vivian. I'm familiar with Steer and I'm a storyteller."

"Then I'll introduce you to my friend. This way, Mr. Saki, Mr. Jin, Mr. Elsa, Mr. Berche and his husband, Mr. Reinhardt. Followers… Aal the Automatic Doll (Automata), Laeko, Edgar, Neon, Noir the Golem."

"Wow... it's spectacular! You wouldn't get to see all these automatic dolls and golems."

That's what I said. I was a grumpy looking Vivian, but I realized it was before breakfast,

"Oh, no. Enjoy yourselves."

and recommended a meal. Together, he mouthed 'I'll have it' and put his mouth on the soup first.

"Delicious."

Based on sour tomatoes, the flavour of spices, should I say. Though in this world it seems to say Tometul, not Tomato.

"Great."

Vivian smiled when she saw everyone's face and knew it wasn't flattering. Then tear the bread and soak it in the soup, transporting it to your mouth.

"Well, it's delicious."

Now Vivian raised her voice of surprise.

"I felt it when it chipped, but this bread, it's fluffy, and you smell strangely good. It's delicious."

Aroma, that would mean the smell of natural yeast brewing. Yeast is not yet used in this world.

Jen and I were hungry just fine because we only had light breakfast, and I was able to enjoy a rare taste.

After breakfast, when we have enjoyed a new taste for each other, a drink called Kahii is served.

Coffee.

Jen didn't know this flavor either, as it was only recently that a fifth row (Quinta) was dispatched to the southern part of the Kingdom of Celluloa. The same applies to Tometul.

After this, cultivation of Kahi, or coffee, and Tometul, or tomato, will begin in Penglai.

"So, it's my primary purpose."

Drinking Kahi, the steering arena cut off.

"Jin, Reinhardt and Elsa are magicians, just like me, trying to make a cat golem."

"Uh, cat's, hey... so you're here to observe the cat's movements?

Vivian nodded as she was convinced.

"Speaking of houses with cats around here, could it be there?

Stearena seems to have it on her mind and asked Vivian in a tone that would get her consent.

"Well, maybe the Tekles would be nice."

They said they saw a consensus, and they nodded at each other. And Vivian started explaining.

"The Tekles, that's the richest house in town. He's a merchant, and he's making a lot of money using his boat to do business with the kingdoms of Egerea and Elias."

Steer Arena continues to supplement it.

"But it's okay to hit people. Especially since we like to listen to customers from outside the country, we'd be surprised if we all went, I'm sure."

"Well, it's still too early to go."

The time is approximately 6: 30. They say all the residents of Kup are up early, but it's still too early.

"Um, you said 'storytelling' earlier, right?

Jen, who had been concerned since Vivian introduced herself, finally said the question.

"Yeah, that's right. I'm a 32nd generation storyteller. Still immature."

Vivian replied with a slightly haunted look.

"That was another purpose, wasn't it? Vee, Jin, why don't you guys let me tell you a few old stories?

Jen was deeply delighted by the unexpected offer from Stearena to Vivian.

"Jin, in particular, is interested in old stories like that. Please."

"It's a stear favor, fine. So, what do you want to talk about?

Suddenly, Jen thought a little before responding.

"Talk about my ancestors coming from beyond the sun... if you can, but"

Then Vivian grinned.

"Oh? That's funny. Normally, there are a lot of requests to come to our storytelling club about brave men who can follow dragons and sad stories about princesses and knights. I've hardly ever told you a story that I don't know if it's true or not."

A storyteller is, in short, someone who is in a position to teach a story or history to a common man who doesn't know the letter, Vivian said.

"But I'm also going to tell you valuable stories that aren't even in letters. That's the pride of the storyteller."

That's what I said and smiled at Vivian, who spoke slowly.

"... a long, long time ago..."

The ancestors of the people said they lived on another earth.

There was paradise.

People could fly in the sky and lift things without using their hands.

There were servants who were little different from men, and the masters did not have to do one thing about labor.

There was no difference between the rich and the poor, and therefore there was no dispute.

No illness, no injuries.

People indulged in their hobbies and colorful cultures blossomed.

Those days were thought to last forever.

But.

Hundreds of years or so again, thousands of years later? Little by little, the population is dwindling.

That's because fewer children are born.

People lived longer, but still more died than the number of children born.

And another hundred years.

Paradise was no longer Paradise.

Population reduced to less than one thousandth of its peak season.

Even more of the remaining people were determined to abandon paradise.

Build a ship that shoots through the huge sky and go on a journey to find another world.

After a long journey, I found a new heaven and earth.

People decided to make one of their continents their new home. The continent was deserted, rich in nature and abundant resources.

The ships were left in the sky looking down at New Heaven and Earth, and people began to live in New Heaven and Earth.

Life in New Heaven and Earth was not easy, and some % of the people chose to return to the ship and live there.

And hundreds of years had passed again, and people were beginning to celebrate a time of prosperity again in New Heaven and Earth.

Take the past as a lesson, and do not tread the same.

And more people move to the next continent.

Hundreds of years have passed again......

"... that's it."

I said that in a voice where Vivian seemed sorry.

"And then it doesn't tell us what happened to people."

"Thank you, Vee"

"... but it was funny"

"I don't know what the old story used to be, it stirs up your imagination!

"Hmm, somehow, don't bother with the interpretation"

"That was an interesting story."

Everyone seems to have their own feelings.

"Of course, because it's a story being told. I don't know if it's true."

But there were those who didn't think so. It is Jen.

"... Maybe the moon is that spaceship?

With a small voice, he squeaked like a solitary.