Maid Will Go on Through Thick and Thin!

So it's rice.

Minestrone-style soup, grilled peony meat and long time potatoes.

Once the wheat was caught between them, the potatoes also started to feel delicious again. I'm afraid you're tired!

"Tomorrow, as planned, will be the preparation day. Is Maido something you need?

Hopefully I will prepare what you all need, not what I need...

"Tons of cellulose, tons of herbs, and a little more food"

I think it's useless to just say, so let me place an order.

They'll be ready soon enough around here, so I decided to get them to do something in the morning.

I have important plans for the afternoon.

Treat the fur you couldn't do yesterday at night. Discount because it's always the same.

Then, take a look at the dryness of the meat and keep it appropriately out of position or something.

Then I'll mop it down to take the starch from the potatoes.

Damn, I want some decent grate money......

Around the corner where I grated out the potatoes and went into the squeeze work, the door was knocked.

Oh, because, since I got the chemistry lecture room, which means since I found the birds and needles, people other than me sleep in the chemistry lecture room.

So it's not a strange situation to be knocked off otherwise, so it's obvious. It's never the work of haunting or anything.

"Oh lost lamb, what can I do for you in my lab at this late hour?

"Oh, hey, put a record in the book of adventures... not yet, you don't sleep?

The visitor was Suzumoto. And it's a good thing about Nori.

"If you squeeze potatoes, I'll go to bed. That's where I left off."

"No, I went to the bathroom and when I got back, I heard something, so I went to see how it went"

Well, that's mammy.

"Uh, what, uh, do you work before you go to bed?"

"Not always, but I don't have a lot of time."

Guys who have a long time to leave you alone can only do it before they go to bed, right?

"Do you want to help?

"No, no. Because this is my job. Suzumoto is a manual laborer. Go to sleep."

I try to wave him away, but there's no sign of ever going home.

"Yes, go to sleep, yes."

"I drowned. I can't sleep."

You didn't say anything like that kid. Go to sleep, 'cause you're a good kid!

I just want to squeeze the potatoes and get ready to starch!

"I'll be home when I get sleepy"

That's why I sat in a nearby chair.

... Never mind, that's what I think. I'm somewhat unsettled, but I can't help it, start the task of squeezing potatoes.

Wrap it in a cloth and squeeze it according to the rag squeeze procedure.

Place the squeeze juice in a bowl.

The amount that can be squeezed at a time is determined, so repeat below and beyond in the split operation. Ku, ku, yup, sleepy.

"You're amazing."

What, did you just say something? What's with the stick?

"If I were you, I wouldn't be mad."

There's just a simple task to take the starch?

No, no, to the boulder. That's... if you were doing it extensively, you could certainly go crazy.

Look, isn't that a good story, like continuing to do just the task of transferring water from Container A to Container B back?

"It's like only one person is locked indoors all the time, you"

What, that way?

"Originally it's a pull temperament, so it won't bitter at all."

I rather love your house. Plus, I love futons. All day indoors? Rather a reward. What can I get you?

"Neither do you, but you're not. You don't have the fighting power, that means. Isn't it hard?

Yeah, that way?

I've given up on that for a while... I've got it, but yeah, well, you regret it.

But I'm not crazy enough.

Or if my mind is crazy, go outside, and that's too sorry for all those battle threesomes who are going crazy.

"I'm sorry to all of you out there, but I can't help it because this is what happened. I guess I'll just have to do what I can."

"Well, I knew you were awesome. I mean, you don't have to be sorry. You're a" maid of honor, "and we're all in our own profession."

That would save you a lot. But I still can't deny the feeling of living alone or pulling my legs.

"When we discussed yesterday, we talked about a correction."

Oh, yeah, he's not tired, he's not hurt, he's powerful, that's the one.

"There are a few others, it's hard to feel the pain, and so on"

Yeah. Well, you're right, otherwise there's no way you can fight a monster properly.

"So our injuries are a lot lighter than you think. I was flanked, and I walked home on my own, and if I was vain, I could swing nothing."

Oh, well, speaking of which, yes. Normally, if you're choosing sides, you can't walk on your own, and you're not about to be vain.

"But you don't have that."

"You don't!

"So I'm afraid that someday we're gonna put you in danger by forgetting about the correction we're putting on ourselves."

... Well, something, I'm sorry.

But whatever this is... I wish I could work hard to get the skills to replace your corrections, but as a maid I might be tough.

"So I'm gonna leave you alone this time, but I think it's bad. Because I will be able to come back as soon as possible. I'm sorry."

"That's what you won't need to think about though. You do your job. [M] I complete my profession as a 'maid'. Is that all you're saying?

You said it yourself, but when I laughed at him, so did Suzumoto.

The work was finished while doing so. Leave the rest alone and replace the supernatant a few times and you can get starch.

"Hey, it's time for you, don't you get sleepy?

"Oh, yeah, I'm getting sleepy"

The clock refers to just when the date changed. Is this guy gonna be okay tomorrow?

"You're interrupting."

"Nha. Thank you."

When I thanked him, he said something about it, but I guess that's what the purpose was.

Was I not well watching from the side? Or is Suzumoto simply worrying?

Whatever it is, don't worry too much, I guess that means. Yeah, I appreciate that.

Make it, I think I've been blessed with good friends.

... Let's do our best tomorrow. Good night, then.

Yes, get up.

I'm supposed to have lunch here today, not lunch, so get up relaxed.

Okay, I'll make some relaxing breakfast!

So, as usual, after breakfast, everyone but me went out to collect food, wood and herbs.

I'm talking about the task of smoking these meats that have been curtained since yesterday.

Speaking of which, after dinner yesterday, needlework made me a big smoker out of wood, so I got more efficient.

Or if I did this amount in a can of dough, the sun wouldn't end at sundown...

I managed to set up all the meat and when I started smoking, I replaced all the remaining wood with fiber while parallel to the starch work.

Spinning it all and threading it, lunch because you all came home around the beginning of rattling on the loom.

There's a reason I didn't cook lunch.

Yes, because I thought I'd have to teach some cooking to all of you who are rare in this ability to live.

"This is how you chop and simmer the meat that you smoke because the thin salt guy can eat the ravioli and the horn, and the thick guy can't eat it as it is. And then if you put vegetables and stuff in place and boil them, you can eat them for now!

Explain the cooking of smoked meat that would need to be explained for now.

Explain extensively how to peel even vegetables after that, or how the fire is hard to get through if you don't cut it about this.

What I was seriously asking was, well, about half of it.

Specifically, I'm serious about the president, needlework and bird adding, but for the rest, I think maybe only half the story is on my mind.

Because it would also be in charge of serious people to cook anyway, yeah, no problem.

After lunch, your trousers are hemmed up.

I can't do all this without actually having it worn, so you were behind me.

"Oh, when did you sew it, like this?"

"Yesterday"

Yeah, and the needlework is circling his eyes as he looks at his pants.

I'm glad to hear it. Yeah.

"skills?"

"skill!"

Or I can't do this to a boulder if it's not even a skill.

In the meantime, everyone's in a position to hem up, so you can stay up at night.

You're all going out again, and they're going to collect food.

I weave a rag of cloth again in the meantime.

Oh, yeah, I had an experiment, and when I changed into yesterday's piece and weaved it, I got more speed.

After all, I have the impression that there will be more MP, less MP consumption, and more MP recovery.

Now that I know it would be easier to activate my skills if I wore this for now, shall I work with this in the future?

Now, when I weave all over the rattle, I sew it into a big bag.

It's almost a straight line. Very fast. Skill-like.

If I could sew it, I would even turn the wood I had collected in the morning into fiber.

One piece effect or the MP runs out slower than yesterday.

When the MP runs out, hold the mint and make the fiber again while eating.

Make even. Make it anyway.

When you have fiber like an asshole, pack it in an earlier bag.

When you get fluffy, close the mouth of the bag, and it's done for now. Yes, futon.

I'm glad I managed to make them all for me.

If I get a feather or something in the future, I definitely want to make it a duvet.

And then I was smoking. I took in the meat, and if I was doing dinner support, you'd all be back.

It went hand in hand with dinner.

Skip it because dinner doesn't look the same as usual.

After dinner, we announce the futon to all of you.

"Ko, this is haha!

"Legend!

"Sword!"

"... sword?

"Excalibur!... I don't mind, what's wrong with this, futon?

"Yeah, Futon"

Unfortunately, it's not a legend. It's not even a sword. Excalibur is no better.

Everyone likes Nori. Accidentally, the futon is turned into an Excalibur.

Wow, the needle student just dived into the futon and wrapped it in a fuzzy futon and grated it out.

"But this isn't a feather. If you can afford it, hit the sun and dry it for you. At least don't make it a fountain bed."

"Okay. Get feathers as soon as possible"

Are you so bothered to dry the futon?

... But that was the most responsive thing I've ever made.

Right, well, do you guys like futons that much? I like it, too.

After that, you'll be unable to clean for a while, so after 'cleaning' the chemistry lecture room, you all go to bed. I hem up.

That said, it doesn't take that long because it's just the hem up in place.

I still have enough until the date changes, and I'm not comfortable with anything, so I decided to make some spare clothes.

There are two more people in the chemistry department.

If you find those two on your exploration destination, you must want to get dressed.

... No, if those two were so much more made-up than me, I might be getting something better, but I don't know. Yeah.

Sewing when you're restless is good for you. I can immerse myself in it, so I don't have to think about anything extra.

So I put on two large sizes and finished making simple clothes at 1am. Considering the possibility of not being able to wake up tomorrow, just make lunch and breakfast tomorrow and go to bed.

And it's morning.

I didn't get much sleep, so I ended up waking up early for the price.

I can't help but wake up, so I'm going to make breakfast and lunch and wait.

And then I decided to pack.

Food, to some extent, I already put it in the chemistry lecture room...

Oh, before that. When you turn a classroom into a gem, everything that was in the classroom at that time is stored in that condition.

However, only humans are forcibly ejected without being able to store them. This one has been experimented with.

Or if I can store humans, I'll follow them that way.

So the futon, the food and the change of clothes are largely stored in the lecture room.

No, boulder cross-world quality, it's convenient.

But I don't think I had stored meat and seasonings yet, so I did some work like packing smoked meat in cloth bags, preparing seasonings, cookware, etc.

I can't calm down unless something is moving.

You've all woken up, so I snapped it with a hatchet, and breakfast.

... If we suck, will this be the last meal we all eat?

No, I strongly believe that won't happen.

So somehow, it was a soggy, tense breakfast.

The rice is over, the packing is over, and the time has come for you all to travel.

"Maybe he'll be back in about three days"

"Yeah. Be careful."

"Don't go out there."

"Yeah."

"Dinner properly, please eat"

"Yeah. You, too."

"... lock the door, don't forget to hang it"

"Yeah."

"Get some sleep, okay?

"Yeah...... you know"

"Before you go to bed, go to the bathroom properly"

"Um, how long are we gonna do this? This."

I also finished the farce and dropped you off full of energy.

Thus began my long voicemail.