Magi Craft Meister

"Uh, nice water"

Though not a hot spring, Jen, immersed in a bath, was stretching his hands and feet in the hot tub.

"It feels like... you're making water out of a magic guide, not firewood"

That's Jen, I was spotting the bath kettle method.

"And... do you have soap?"

In Ars when Jen was there, it had begun to spread in trade with Mitsuho, but soap was not yet common.

"A similar and different world..."

Jen thinks about what to do in this world first.

"Well, let's not rush"

It's been a long time since I've had a bath, so I appreciate the soap. I also felt quite refreshed when I washed my head.

Soak in the water again and warm up carefully.

I forgot to ask what month it is now, but since it is cheerful to spend there easily, it will not be midsummer or midwinter, it was Jen who wins.

Jen, who rose from the bath, hung "Purification (Cleanup)" and "Deodorant (Deodorant)" on his underwear and put them back on.

"Thanks. That was good hot water"

Jen thanked Helga as she went up from the bath.

"Yes, that's good.... Oh, Jin, did you change?

"Huh?"

'Cause my clothes seem kind of pretty.'

"Oh, because I got rid of the dirt with engineering magic"

It was Jen who answered without any concern, but Helga's reaction was unexpected.

"Yep! Can you do that too!? A magician... that's amazing."

"No, I'm a magician. I'm a magician."

Not named Magicraft Jazz, but Jen named a magician (Magicraftsman) who seems to be more common.

Magicraftsman?

But the word, too, Helga didn't seem to know. Jen briefly explained.

"Oh, a technician who can magically make all sorts of things......?

"Yeah...... so, like, make a chair or a table or something?

"As long as you have the ingredients."

"It is."

Helga, hearing about it, seemed to think of something.

"Oh, I shouldn't. I have to order dinner. Mr. Jin, you seem to be able to eat normally already. Is there something you don't like?

"No, I don't think so..."

"Yes. That would be fine. Just wait an hour or so."

So Helga turned herself over, and perhaps went to the kitchen.

Jen returns to the room he was given.

"Hmm... Well..."

Jen sat back in bed, closing her eyes to re-sum her thoughts, at that time.

"Jin-san!!

Helga came as she shouted to break her thoughts.

"Hey, can you fix a missing knife?

"Huh?"

"I caught a bone trying to shave off the meat."

Helga offered the meat knife she had in her hand to make it look like Jen. For once, the blade is pointing towards me. I didn't do anything to poke Jen.

"Lend it to me for a second"

Jen receives the knife and examines it.

"'Analysis' … I see. 1.5 percent carbon. That's a lot of carbon. It's too baked. Stiff but too brittle"

"Huh? Huh? What did you do, now?

Helga, who has never seen engineering magic, is leaning her neck.

"Wait a minute. … 'Decarburising', 'Deformation (Forming),' Heat Treatment (Heat Treat) ',' Molding (Shaping) 'followed by' Toughening (Toughening) '. Okay."

Jen drained carbon from a knife that was too much carbon and brittle, fixed the blade spill, re-baked it in, examined the blade, and hung it until it was toughened (toughened).

to its flowing task. Helga is

"Yep, yep!?

The open mouth seemed unblocked.

But since he could not do so forever, Helga returned to the kitchen with a knife.

"... you can do this to a wizard..."

And so on and so on.

And it was dinner time.

"... so, it's amazing! The knife Mr. Jin fixed for me, I'm gonna cut it off easily to the bone! Yet it doesn't spill a blade!!

"You can't help it, kid. Give me a break, Jin."

Seeing Helga, whose tension remained high, the elderly woman who sat in front of Jen laughed bitterly.

She says she's Sergei's wife, or Helga's mother, and she's called Meena. He has the same chestnut hair, chestnut eyes as Helga, in a quiet atmosphere.

"No, I don't know."

Jen himself, when I took over my knowledge as a Magic Engineer Magicraft Jazz from my predecessors, I can't wait to try it out with a lot of things.

"But Jin, I didn't know you were a brilliant wizard."

Sergei has been calling Jen "Jin You" since before.

I guess it went with my daughter Helga and my wife Meena.

Jen thought it would be easier.

Dinner contributions were barley porridge, stewed potatoes, roasted smoked meat, and some fruit.

For this reason, I call the potato 'topo'. Jen was also inside, surprised by this unanimity.

"What is this fruit?

Its fruit is egg-shaped and slightly pale orange.

"It's the fruit of Biwa."

"Biwa, is it..."

Sure, it looks just like Biwa in Jen's memory.

"The skin is peeled, so pick it by hand and scratch it. Oh, there's a big seed inside, so be careful."

Meena taught me how to eat, and Jen tried 'Biwa'.

(Yeah, you're a biwa)

It was definitely Biwa.

Taste of early summer. It has a flavour that stands out from other fruits.

However, the disadvantage is that the seeds are large and the pulp is low.

"Isn't it delicious?

"Yeah, very"

I eat less, so three per person.

"Sowing seeds makes it easier to grow them because they sprout. It's a specialty of this village."

Eating a biwa myself, Meena explained.

"Does this mean it's early summer now......?

"That's right. It's July 2nd."

"Mother, you talk to Mr. Jin all the time, it's sloppy!

A slightly swollen Helga complained about such a meena.

"That's good. Looks like my son is back..."

Helga looked a little lonely when she heard that line.

Sergei is just smiling and staring in silence at his wife and daughter like that. Originally they seem to be oligarchy.

"Mr. Jin, I'll show you the village tomorrow!

"Yes, nice to meet you"

Jen was pushed by Helga's momentum and could only snort.