Maid Will Go on Through Thick and Thin!

"Can we just do this?"

He brings home water full of flasks and firewood, so thank God he burns the fire.

Normally, this is a chemistry lab, although you can't fire indoors. We have all the equipment to light the fire.

You're going to lay a wet newspaper on your desk, put four bricks on it, put an iron plate on top of it, and burn the meat on it as it burns.

It's not the ground or anything, so give me a skewer and fix it, I can't do that.

I can't help it, so I'm going to cook about 10 pieces of meat stabbed on the skewer at a time using a stand to keep the flask, Leebich cooling tube, and burette fixed.

Oh, don't forget to boil the water you put in the flask. It's water I've drawn from a beautiful river, and the president says it's usually drinkable, but just in case, it's disinfectant!

That's why it combined with rice.

Rice is a skewered salt, soy sauce flavour and fruit of bird meat.

It's extravagant during a wreck, isn't it? It's not strange that we can't use fire or anything like that. It is wonderful that fire and water can be used. Yes.

I suppose meat tastes better when it's mundane and then aged over time, but, well, fresh meat isn't bad either.

You saved me with bird meat. If it were meat from a bigger creature, I'm sure it wouldn't be a place to eat rigid after death.

"Well, you can eat normally."

"It's delicious for a mysterious bird, here"

The taste was also well received for salt and soy sauce.

Everyone but me moved full of walks, a streak of tension, and I guess I was hungry. I flattened the pepper and the meat. No, that's amazing.

I finished with two fruits and three meat skewers. You should eat more people than I do.

I'm not leaving the lab anyway. That's what calories are consumed.

We don't know when the supply of food will be interrupted. Let's make the meat we left behind a preserved meal tomorrow. Fortunately, there are facilities.

"... it would be inconvenient not to have the light"

After a meal, only a few fires remain to illuminate a completely darkened chemical laboratory.

Normally, I can do it electrically and purple and bright. There was no way that the wires were connected, so there was no way that electricity could be used either.

"Didn't you have batteries and beans and electricity?"

"You shouldn't be wearing it out here."

"Candles too... should I keep it"

Ahead, if the three of us are going to explore the dark, it's definitely safer to use the bean and electricity lights than fire, and then precious batteries and bean and electricity should be kept warm until then.

The same goes for candles. It should not be worn out in a safe room without darkness.

... Speaking of which, I was wondering if it could be used when baking with iron plates, the fat part of the bird that I kept. That, don't hurt me anyway. Let's use it.

Uh, sure, there must have been an empty can in the trash....... yeah. There are a few of them, so wear one out. I choose the guy who should be the most concave and useless for once. Anything is fine if the bottom is safe.

Cut the empty can into two pieces on the side and wash gently. Fill the made vessel with bird fat and leave it on fire. Melt it. Oil it out.

Torn a little of the blubber you leave as a rag, and snagged it into seeping oil and turned it into a lamp core.

Replace the thinly torn empty can with a wire so that the light core can be set up and secured well.

And ignition.

... Yeah, I guess I'll manage to get the light. I will......

"... you smell hungry"

"It's a bird."

Yeah. I smell like baking birds so much.

I also had a lamp that smelled delicious and was going to make a bunk.

"You're a lecturer."

"Why again?"

"You're not cooler than the floor."

Your Gentle Spirit has led me to sleep on the bench.

I don't need it, such a gentile spirit.

Everyone but me actually went out and did a lot of things, and even if I were to do something tomorrow, you would all do something.

So I should sleep on the floor.

I protested, like... but they didn't listen to me.

The reason was simply that I couldn't sleep with three boys in the classroom, the problem with the space, or the fact that poor sleeping ministers were likely to fall off the classroom, a serious problem for that matter, so I couldn't help but give up.

Note that sleeping beds put cardboard on top of newspapers, replace the packing material that was stacked in the corner of the drugstore with sheets, and duvet the spare white coat. This is mostly warm.

Unsurprisingly, newspapers are not stupid.

Looks like you're all going to sleep with the three of you solidified the furthest away from the lecture....... kinda lonely.

Morning. Good morning. Take a look, the others were still asleep.

Burn the fire and boil the water in a snowflake pan. If I had miso, I would have turned it into miso soup.

I can't help it, so I'll punch in yesterday's bird bones and try to get the stock. When I tasted it with salt, it was better than white water.

Clean yourself with a hatchet while boiling water. You don't need a bath with a single hataki, it's amazing.

That's what I'm doing. The president's awake, so the president cleans with a hatchet.

"What is it, here?"

Just shut up and get cleaned up.

Puffy, puffy, puffy, puffy, puffy, puffy, puffy, puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy puffy pu

Suzumoto and Hanagasaki were woken up by the noisy president as well.

"... Um, come on, this, arr? Your skills?

"YES. It's in 'Cleaning'"

This is the kind of time you should be clean, right? It is also a sign of illness.

"... 'Made' is a support position, I'm sure"

Well, I'd freak out if the maid was in an avant-garde ballistic combat position.

After a bitter breakfast called bird stock and fruit, you are all going to explore again.

However, if they keep going, I have nothing to do, so I ask them to pick up the cherry tree branches.

When I placed my order with the fattest guy possible, a whole bunch of young trees came.

No, what a luxury.

Suzumoto flashed with his sword, apparently. Yeah. Scary. Sounds like a gift of 'slaughter' skills, but I'm scared of being scared. How can a tree be slashed with a sword!

The cherry tree skins are somehow peeled and removed to make fresh wood chips.

I don't have a problem with the tools because they are worth the laboratory. What I am using now is a mushroom. Gigiko.

And when I make the wood chips, I put them inside the one can of dou that was rolling in the corner of the lab.

The other one can of dou puts a hole in it and lays it on the first one with the lid open.

When I lit the wood chips quickly, the smoke came out in a good way. All right, all right.

Wash the razor sharks and breast salt you have kept in salt since yesterday and wipe the water.

When I can wipe it, I tie it with octopus thread, use splitting and all sorts of things to hang it in a can of dough and cover it.

... I mean, it's smoked. Smoked sassami delicious. The breasts taste pale and delicious.

But it's a little smoky, so I open the window. Um, the wind feels good. It feels good to wash your clothes at times like this. If we're going to dry the laundry outside in this condition, we're going to feed the birds, maybe.

You all came home around lunch.

He seemed so tired, but his expression was more alive than that.

They got new skills. I hear Suzumoto got "Leap", Hanagasaki got "Wind Magic", and the president got "Mapping".

Good for you. When I say, it's still just 'cleaning'. You bastard.

"So it's a souvenir."

The president brought it back to me, oh, my God! It was potatoes! Very similar to potatoes! Except it's a mess! It's a soccer ball size potato. It'll be big, on boulders.

But this will take away the carbohydrates. Do it. It's tough on boulders to just take calories with meat.

"Then I've been replenishing the water, too.... isn't it smoky?

"Sorry, I'm making smoke"

I thought it was time to do it, and when I peeked, it was just fine, so I took it off the smoke and tied the end of the thread to the curtain rail and hung it. All right. Now if you let it dry, it's an emergency meal.

"... you're clever"

Really? Can you give me more compliments?

"This is the situation, so if you can make it into a preserved food, you should keep it."

"I don't know when I'll be back in my old life."

... Somehow, Hanagasaki-kun's dark voice tells us reality.

When will we be able to return to our original place?

Now, lunch is freshly made smoked with a guy salted in a boiled potato.

Hanagasaki-kun watched it smoke so it matched the tasting. There's no point in eating emergency food!

Yeah, well, then, I got the skill of 'dismantling' while I was cutting potatoes.

Suddenly my chest glowed, so I pulled out the dog tag and took a look, and there was more 'demolition' in the skills section.

Suzumoto and the others said that repeated actions that are likely to result in skills are likely to become skills and acquire them, or they seem to acquire them when they are fit and in a situation where they need them.

Suzumoto's "Leap" and the president's "Mapping" are the former, and Hanagasaki's magic is the latter.

I've been birding since yesterday, so I guess this potato made me a skill.

By the way, the knife judged faster after I got the skills. I was originally confident about it.

So, real food. Potatoes tasted like potatoes. Seriously, potatoes.

Taste is more like a baron than a make-in.... Is there also a make-in-like potato in this world?

Smoking was reasonably tasty because I made it just with salt with no spices or anything. Not bad, though. Uh, I want pepper or something.

"Then I'll come back. I'll get it if I have protein."

"Yeah. Nice to meet you. So, everyone, please go."

Waving off to everyone who goes out again, they all answer with one hand gently raised.

Fumigazaki, who was hiding on his sleeve in a clap with his hands up, could see your arm glistening.

Thin, red lines, maybe, scratches.

"Hey, wait..."

"... what?

I was calling it off reflexively, but when I saw you swinging Hanagasaki instead put your sleeves back and cover the wound, I couldn't say anything.

Maybe he's upset to hide it.

Don't do anything dangerous, I can't say. I know it would be dangerous if I went outside. But they're gonna go get them and my share of the food.

We gotta go, we're gonna starve to death soon.

"Be careful."

So that's all I can say.

I was to be annoyed by helplessness as I walked away from them responding appropriately.

I get my hands on cleaning the drugstore that was untouched yesterday because even waiting for it will only strike me with even a sense of impatience. I was anxious and it won't be anything. Okay.

Poofy. Poofy. Poofy. Poofy.

It would be distracting if you were even moving a hatchet. In addition, I began to work while singing. It would be more and more distracting if you were singing.

I was moving my hataki while singing for a while and my chest suddenly glowed out.

What the fuck!? Did I do something!? I already have 'cleaning' skills!?

I thought...... and looked at it, I had more skills to 'sing'.

Uh, I'm surprised. It's sudden, you'd be surprised.

But "song song"....... SE, I want an explanation.

And on the back of the second dog tag, it said, "Prayer Song" or something. … let me explain…….

And let's just sing. Maybe we'll find out something. Uh, uh, what shall we sing?

....... "Prayer Song," right? prayer songs, prayer songs, and while repeating in your head, when you start singing the appropriate songs,

A light golden pattern floated at my feet.

Hi-ya-ya-ya-yay! What the hell is this? Yeah, yeah! Yet another mysterious glow! Yeah, I don't know anymore!

I don't know why, but something might happen, so I kept singing one song, and the pattern at my feet kept glowing as it got thicker or thinner, and even after singing, there was more. And after about 30 minutes, it finally disappeared.

... I don't know why...

I did something like that, and when I looked at the clock, it was 4: 00 p.m. (The clock is battery type, so it is still running. They'll keep moving until the battery runs out.

You're all late.

... Is something wrong?

You think I'm hurt and I can't move? You think it's worse than that?

I can imagine any number of them. My dear friend, maybe, will die.

I'm not kidding, I feel that way. Yet I can do nothing.

Because I'm a maid! 'Cause I don't have the fighting skills or anything!

I only have Hathaki! If I get attacked, I seriously die.

... may also be an excuse in the end. Simply that I'm just cowardly.

Hanagasaki-kun was making cuts to his arm.

I think there was a dent in Suzumoto's armor.

I wonder if the president is hurt somewhere.

They easily tell me the dangers outside. So scared. I'm scared. I'm timid.

Still, if I think rationally, I should wait.

Even if I go, I get hurt before I find them, and if I suck, it's Sekiyama who dies. Then we should at least be able to deal with them as soon as they get back.

Maybe that's what I do. Of the profession of maid, I think it's a role.

So I was determined. I thought I should bet if there was any possibility there.

Specifically, you get to meet new skills!